Max is on scene, confirming Steve & Danny’s hypothesis that Our
Dumb Dead Friend’s wild shooting didn’t kill Ookala and Charlie arrives (yay, Charlie!) to help Max determine where the bullet came from. They trace the bullet back to the City’s Pension Board, where they find a conspiracy to kill off old police officers before they can retire and draw benefits. No, they trace it back up to a roof, with the magic of hairspray and lasers.
The Five-0s converse about the case as Steve is summoned to discuss it with the Governor, who apparently lives in fear of the State Bureau of Tourism. Forget the Yakuza, the Hawaii’s Chamber of Commerce is quite likely the scariest group in all the central Pacific. The Governor tells Steve not to make this case personal but our robo-assassin has other ideas….
BACK TO THE LAB! This time Steve has come a-courtin’ and Charlie again tries his handwriting/engraving pick up lines on Steve but all for naught as Danny arrives with an even better lead (Kono’s lead), and Steve literally runs away… BYE CHARLIE!
Now we’re with Plastic hands Man again and he’s walking sooooooo slowly the camera is skipping him ahead on our behalf. He’s setting up just across the street from the gun shop where Steve and Danny are investigating! Clever!
Now Danny is wandering around the gun shop as Steve makes small talk with the owner until they start having… quite a timely conversation. The Guns in America conversation that lots of real life people are actually really having right now. I’m just going to leave it at: I’m glad they went there, but I realize not everyone is. Not sure when this episode was filmed in relation to the latest / most tragic mass shootings here in the United States, but I’m not sure that matters.
Angry Danny and the store owner, Norm, go back and forth with Steve playing Switzerland. NOH8 Swiss people but that’s not necessarily a compliment here in ‘merica. Where you have the right to own big guns AND act like a big asshole. And you don’t have to like it but you have to live with it anyway. Or die with it anyway, if you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time. With the gun one, not the speech one. FREEDOM!
Aren’t you glad the English/Australian contingent that normally writes these things took the week off? I can feel Westy revoking my posting privileges as I type! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!
Anyway. Danny’s bleeding heart is ducking and weaving in and out of the sniper’s cross-hairs when a painter arrives, disturbing the attempted sniping. The painter is then sadly, ironically, choked to death by a man with no hands and really, I’m sorry, if prosthetic hands are actually strong enough to strangle someone… They probably shouldn’t make them that way. I will open your pickle jars forever, plastic hands man. But really, how about less torque on those babies? For serious.
Steve, Danny and Norm finish jabbering just in time to realize they’ve been set up and take cover. Instead of making a quiet get-away, or, I don’t know, taking a right out of the parking garage instead of a left, our Unnamed Killer instigates a car chase that is undoubtedly a million times more exciting than the one in the original episode. I also highly doubt the original episode’s car chase started with Steve and Danny buckling their seat belts. Neither, I’m guessing, did it feature a rather testy Danno chastising Steve for passing on the right. But in addition to all that, now is the time when Danny decides to draw the line in the sand re: his driving skills vis a vis Steve McGarrett’s. Seriously, this episode, what the heck?