Hawaii Five-O

Aah!

- What have we got, chin? - Take a look, Steve.

It's an m1 carbine, world war ii vintage.

Any prints on it?

No. The serial number has been ground.

Tell che to do a magnaflux on it.

Okay.

Duke, this whole area...

I want it gone over, inch by inch.

We're on it, Steve.

Keoki was a pretty good friend.

Yeah.

What kind of man kills a cop in cold blood, danno?

And leaves a rifle behind

with the dead officer's name engraved in gold?

Someone with a big grudge.

Not just another cop-hater. This guy is sick.

Let's go.

You and keoki rode together for six years, ookala.

You knew him better than anyone else on the force.

Can you think of any threats against him?

Anyone out to get him?

Anything that might have happened out of the ordinary?

I've tried. I can't.

Just the usual stuff...

a punk out of his head on pills,

the man-and-wife thing.

Nothing unusual.

Let me ask you something.

Did he owe money to... The wrong people?

Oh, no.

He didn't owe anybody a dime.

That's why he had the Saturday funeral job.

Always wanted the best for his four kids.

Didn't want to owe anyone a dime.

Good enough, ookala.

I want to get keoki's murderer.

I sent my wife and kids to her folks on Maui.

I got time. I'll work around the clock.

I know exactly how you feel, and I feel the same way.

And I won't let up till we nail him. You can bet on it.

Mahalo.

- Steve? - Out here.

Find out anything about the bipod?

Old, like the rifle... not made for an m1.

But our boy did some metalwork, converted it to fit the gun.

Che says world war ii issue. He's trying to run it down.

Okay, contact Phil brash ear. Go through the FBI records.

Look for any killers who have traits like our man,

any types who've killed police hitman-style.

On my way.

Help him, Ben.

Number 1, see the man.

A 459 report.

51 south ioni, number 312.

Officers matsuda and keever...

repeat... officers matsuda and keever

in car 7, Mike 212,

contact sergeant cyder on frequency one.

Any available unit, a code 30.

612 hakaka place.

1 X-ray 51, a code 30, 212 west sixth, at daw jewelry.

6 tango 31, 6 tango 31...

415 juvenile code... malicious mischief.

Third and kilea. Code 2.

65-34.65-34.

See the man. A neighborhood dispute...

All units and 6 X-ray 24,

6 X-ray 24,

a 211 silent.

2454 lekeleke... a residence.

6 X-ray 24, code 2.

4 X-ray 39...

The gold plate is a manufactured item,

but I found something interesting.

At first, I thought the letters were engraved.

It looked professional.

Now watch.

9/1000s difference in the horizontal plane

between the 'k' and the 'e.'

7/1000s off.

Notice the right side of the 'o'...

a chipped lettering tool.

The name was hand-stamped with a steel lettering set,

not engraved.

Look at the plate again.

The untrained human eye can detect flaws

at 10/1000s of an inch.

Anything less will lack precision,

like this plate.

Good work, che.

Danno, make up a special bulletin.

Give the specifications

and metallic content of the plate,

also the typeface and size of the letters.

Send a copy to every jewelry store, trophy company,

hardware and department store in the islands,

and keep me posted.

Right.

- What about the m1, che? - Right.

It was delivered to the army in 1943.

From there, we traced the serial number

to patton's third army in France.

How did it end up on a rooftop in Honolulu?

A favorite trick of some 9.I.S was to smuggle these home

in empty artillery-shell tubes.

Some of them brought back a gun

for every member of the family.

Then that rifle could have belonged

to any number of a thousand 9.I.S?

Afraid so, Steve.

Oh, there is one other thing.

Our man didn't file the serial numbers very deep.

It's obvious he wasn't trying to hide them,

just wants us to work a little to read them.

Has the area been cleared?

Yeah.

Where's Steve?

With the governor.

Anyone else in there?

He sent his wife and kid out before he started to shoot.

What's the matter, pigs?! You out of bullets?!

It's the only way you're going to get me!

Anyone use the horn yet?

No.

Ben.

Yours!

Think this is our cop killer?

Not likely. This guy wants to get caught.

- You know his name? - Mckinney.

Hold your fire.

Mckinney, this is five-o.

Throw your gun out.

Stubborn, isn't he?

Mckinney, last chance. Game's over.

Either you come out, or we're coming in.

Come and get me, big mouth!

Chin, smoke him out.

It's an m1.

Yeah.

Call che and get doc over here right away.

Chin, you and Ben search the house thoroughly.

Right.

Danny, ookala's been hit.

Central, patch me through to the governor's office.

Governor's office.

This is Williams.

Let me talk to mcgarrett. Emergency.

I'm sorry. Mr. Mcgarrett just left.

- Thank you. Central. - Central dispatch.

Patch me through to mcgarrett's car.

10-4.

Central to mcgarrett.

- Yeah. Mcgarrett. - Go ahead.

Steve, Danny.

We just had a shootout at a la man a and pekoi.

A nut named mckinney.

He might be our sniper.

Listen, he got Wayne ookala.

Steve?

Steve?!

Yeah, danno, yeah.

I'm here.

Uh... what about the shooter?

What was his name? Mckinney?

He came out shooting.

We had to gun him down. No choice.

Anything I can do there?

No.

Okay, danno. Meet me at the office.

Thompson... easy.

Mcgarrett.

Yeah, doc?

Just finished on ookala. Sent the slug to che.

Cause of death...

severe hemorrhaging in the intestinal chamber.

But doc, he was shot in the chest.

That was the point of entry.

But the path of the bullet was so steep,

it went down through his stomach and intestines.

Oh, ookala's killer fired from ground level?

Wrong, mcgarrett.

The path of the bullet is unmistakable.

High shot down through the chest.

Okay, doc, thank you.

Mckinney's not our man.

He's not?

Steve's right.

Mckinney got out of jail just yesterday.

A smack peddler.

Drugs scrambled his brains.

Let's go.

Look like a good perch to you, danno?

Yeah.

Right under our noses!

He's smooth.

And taunting us.

Yeah, but why?

He's a maniac. He's a psycho.

I have a feeling