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♪ Hawaii Five-O 3x15 ♪
Hookman
Original Air Date on February 4, 2013

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Heard it was
a police officer.

HE was a HPD
solo bike officer

who's on funeral detail;
Officer Keoki.

Ben Keoki?

I think so.

What, you know him?

Ben 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 the 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.

Bruddha 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?

'Cause 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 I.D. 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 some time.

How long?

It could take days.

Charlie, we don't have
that kind of time.

Someone's out there
killing cops.

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.

So what does that tell us?

That 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.

So I'm thinking
I need to find a gunsmith

that specializes
in custom loads.

You trying to put me out of
a job, Kono?

And, what,
miss seeing you smile?

No way.

Thanks a lot, Charlie.
See you around.

Happy I could help.

You a cop?

Huh?

Because by law,
you got to tell me if I ask.

I'm not a cop.

That's exactly what I would say.

If I was a cop.

We going to 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

and I can't even put that
up under my shirt?

This is better.
This eliminates

the threats before they make
it through your door.

Yeah, but it creates a
lot of exposure.

Well, maybe you don't want to
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 until
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...

Then 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, uh,
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, um...

she never did.

She didn't come back.

They have kids?

A daughter.

Chelsea.
She was, um...

she was the same age as me.

We were pretty tight,
actually, back then.

We should try to
contact her, see what...

She died four years ago;
breast cancer.

Wow.

I was deployed overseas when
I heard, and...

I was going to look
Keoki up when I came back.

You know what I mean,
convey my condolences,

make sure he
was going okay,

just check on him,
you know? But...

Time slips away, Danny.

It just, it disappears and I,

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?

HPD thinks they have the
sniper's house pinned

over by Ala Moana Park.

They're mobilizing now.

We got an anonymous
call that Keoki's killer

was hiding out at
this address

and sitting on a huge stash of
methamphetamine.

Started shooting as soon as
we arrived.

We clear the area?
We're working on it.

We got an I.D. on this guy,
or what?

Utilities come back to a
guy named 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.
HPD, hold your fire.

McKinney, this is Lieutenant
Commander Steve McGarrett,

Five-O. Throw your gun out.

Excuse me, did you think that
that was going to work or what?

Maybe he didn't hear me, okay?

Oh, yeah, maybe
he didn't hear you.

McKinney, this is Commander
Steve McGarrett, Five-O.

Throw your gun out.

Hey, hey, hey.
What, what?

If you want to get
shot, I'll shoot you.

Hey, McKinney, you come
out or we're coming in.

The door's wide open, cop!

What are you doing?

What am I doing?
I'm going to smoke him out.

Okay, Steve,
stop. Okay?

SWAT is on their way, right now.

Can we, please, please give them

the professional courtesy that
they deserve

and let them do their job?
You done?

I'm done, why?
Cover me.

Go, go!

Cover.

Hey.
What?

You know the difference between
cover and concealment?

One hides you from bullets,

the other hides you from sight.
Here I have both.

Yes, I know the difference
between cover and concealment.

You do?
Because right now,

you the Navy SEAL,
you got neither.

What?! You can't mess with me!

Hey, McKinney.

You okay?

Of course I'm okay,
because I took cover.

Like any normal human being
with a little bit of

common sense and training
would have done.

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.

Besides, 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,

just 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
right away

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.

20 degrees, got it.

The sniper took the shot from
the corner of that rooftop.

Ookala.

Okay, so, our
sniper must've known

that he would've been one of the
uniforms to respond.

And he must've
been monitoring

police frequencies
using a scanner.

It wouldn't have
been too hard

to figure out which car
Ookala was assigned to.

We traced the 911 call

that tipped HPD
to McKinney's place.

Turns out it was a
pre-paid burner.

And, according to HPD narco,
the chatter on the street

was that McKinney was in the
market for a weapon.

We know why?

One C.I. said that he wanted it
for protection,

'cause two weeks ago he got
rolled during an ice deal.

Okay, so McKinney is desperately
in need of a weapon,

uh, 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're

going to be able to protect
whoever else is on that list.

CHIN;
I'll get HPD to cross-reference

Keoki and Ookala's past cases
looking for anomalies.

It's gonna take some time.

These guy's 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 the ones where
they were backup,

it would double that.

Just have them put every
available unit on this, okay?

We can't waste anymore time.
This guy's running around

out here killing cops.

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.

And in two hours they're going
to be chopping our heads off

because we haven't
caught this guy.

What are you
going to tell him?

I'm going to tell him that we
positively I.D.'d our sniper.

I'm 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.

So to stop that, Commander,

is there anything positive
that I can feed them?

Yeah, you tell 'em Five-O
is bringing

every resource to bear on
this case

and that an arrest is
imminent.

Is that true?

Not exactly, but you spread
a bit of misinformation

about this guy
over the airwaves,

maybe he's gonna lay low.

A bluff?
No, 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 get an I.D. on 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.

HPD 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 HPD.
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

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

we found are an exact match.

The letters show the same type
etching marks on each one.

What about results

from the FBI's Ransom
and Demand database?

They ran the handwriting.
Didn't get any hits.

Okay, 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 an intentional misdirect
on the part of the suspect.

Hey. The canvassing
of the gun stores worked out.

HPD just got a call from
a gunsmith saying he sold

the rifle casings we found
at the crime scenes.

Thanks, Fong.

All you need is a bed,
right, babe?

Excuse me?

A bed. A place to lay
your keppie, and this

would make the perfect
apartment, no?

What's your problem?
You don't like guns?

You got one on your hip.

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.
They're better than dogs.

You get the physical protection,

you don't have walk it,
don't have to feed it.

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 McGarrett,

but I've been the captain
of my neighborhood watch team

for the past 20 years.

So from one law enforcement
officer to the next...

Whoa-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, Norm. Just ignore him.

What did you say? Please.

The name written on the side
of the casing, is it

your shooter
or the victim?

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?

Welcome to my world.

Well, 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.

All right, 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 'em

from here or online.

All right. Well, 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 do that?

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 to get

a grenade
or a rocket launcher?

Something nice like that?

Hey, I keep that stuff in
the back if you're interested.

I'm sure you do.
I have no reason to doubt you.

Get him out of my shop.
He's bad for business.

Thanks.
Pleasure.

And thanks again
for the call.

You hear anything else,
you let us know.

Call? What call?

What do you
mean "what call""

Wait a minute.
I thought you said

he responded to
the HPD canvass?

You didn't call HPD
about that casing?

No, I didn't call HPD.

Get down!

Cover left, Danny!
Got ya.

You guys need backup?

No!
No!

Hey, I got movement coming out
of the garage.

Got your belt on?

Of course I got my belt on.
You're driving.

Okay, do me a favor.
Don't pass on the right!

What?
People are not paying attention.

They're listening
to their radios.

They hear sirens,
they look up,

they see lights.
What do you think 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 naturally,
they pull to the right

when they hear sirens.
What do you want me to do?!

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.
That's what I think.

Oh, you're the better driver?
Is that what you're saying?

On a janky dirt road
peppered with land mines

in the middle of
a third world country, yes,

maybe you may have me beat.

But here on the well-paved,
bustling streets of Honolulu,

I am 1,000% the better driver!

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Chin.

Coast Guard have any luck
finding our shooter?

Nah, 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 vise.

It's crushed.

All right, get the I.D. 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
from 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.

Don't try anything stupid.

Ookala, Ben Keoki, my dad,
they all received

the Department Medal of Valor

for stopping this bank heist
that was going on downtown.

Nobody move!

These guys had already wounded
a bunch of the employees.

Once my dad
and the boys get there,

they have to make
a forced entry.

Go!
Go, go, go!

All right,
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.

Well, 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.

They must've thought
he was rehabilitated.

There's a letter
from his P.O.

Only 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,
it looks like our sniper

drilled him between the
shoulders. He's lost a lot

of blood and tissue, Steve.

Well, where is he, Kono?

Is he alive?

Tripler.
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.

Danny, we need to call HPD

and get these guys protection

before this bastard
strikes again.

Max...

please tell me
you got something.

Well, I've been
working posthaste

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 now 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.

All right. 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.

What's the word on Lukela?

He made it through surgery.

They're optimistic.

All right, good.

Let's go.

Mahalo.

How you doing, sir?
Okay.

We're looking for this
man. Have you seen him?

Nope.
You sure about that?

Our records show that he
rents a mailbox here.

You only got about
a hundred of them.

Mister,

I don't keep
track of 'em.

Why don't you take
another look, okay?

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...

unless you have a warrant...
Okay, fine.

Forget this guy. We can have
a warrant drawn up in an hour.

Or you can draw your knife
and petrify everybody.

Hey, wait a minute.
H-Hold on.

Hey! You just committed
a Federal offense.

Actually, that's not true.
Technically, uh,

that's a filing cabinet,
not a mailbox. So...

Most of these

are registered to
the apartment complex upstairs.

There must be a hundred units
in this building.

What are we gonna do,
knock on each door?

Hey. Hey.
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.

Kono...

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.

HPD, 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?

Take the shot!

Hey!

What are we doing?

We're not doing anything.

I'm gonna take the car,
draw his fire.

When Kono gets the shot,

she's gonna take it, okay?

Steve, he's a sniper, okay?
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?

What are you, Scarface?
What were you thinking?

I don't know, 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.

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
that 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.

Dad.

You're all I could've hoped
for in a son, Steven.

I'm proud of you.

Steve, come on!

Give me a sec!

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