A newsreel from seventy years ago. Blurred Hawaiian belly dancers shake their bellies and a voice reports that mariners stationed in Oahu are having a day off. Cut to a sepia military cafeteria. A wide-eyed youth is being served some muddy porridge. It looks poisonous. In the background there comes the sound of bombs dropping and the confused mariners run out in the open to be slaughtered. It’s the Japanese attacking Pearl Harbour. The wide-eyed youth hides under a tank and survives a bit longer. He grabs a gun from a dead comrade, shoots a few shots in the sky, and that’s very much it.
There’s a memorial ceremony in honour of veterans, live and dead. Steve is wearing his dress whites *sigh* and Cat is wearing a little black dress. (Has the wardrobe stopped drinking? I approve.) Steve, who struggles with his short attention span, notices a creepy elderly guy stalking nearby. As one of the wheelchaired veterans is being taken home, the creepy retiree flashes a gun and is after him. Steve performs a seven-mile jump over a canal, grabs the retiree’s gun and asks the obvious: what he’s up to. The retiree says he was just hanging around and waiting to kill the guy who killed his dad.
The armed retiree, now disarmed, is brought in chains to the Five-Oh base. He’s a Japanese American veteran of Korea, so I’ll just call him Jave (short for Japanese Veteran). Wait. He wants to be called Dave. Okay then. The wheelchaired senior is one Ezra Something (Pound?), and Dave believes that this decorated vet killed his dad, which he could get over, but worse, that he stole his dad’s samurai sword. Dave’s family was a bunch of exemplary citizens, but it didn’t help and they were relocated to an internment camp during the post-Pearl Harbour Japanese scare. Dave disapproves. Me too.
Dave’s story checks out, except the official records state that his dad was killed by a fellow inmate in the intern camp. Dave makes a face which evidences, to put it mildly, his low esteem of official records. Ezra the suspect was a youthful delinquent who chose the army rather than the jail (which wouldn’t be my choice). He served as a guard in said intern camp at the time. Now he’s an angry old man who doesn’t even remember what he had for breakfast. (Me neither, but I thought that was normal?) He has a love rather than hate relationship with the Japanese, for he married one of them.
Steve decides against booking Dave, who doesn’t look like he’s premeditating to kill anyone else, plus he must have known that his gun (a relic from Korea) would not kill anyone (except probably himself). Davie gives a man-soldier’s word to Stevie that he’s not a lying liar who lies and invites Steve in his house to pester him with a family album. Steve is moved and puzzled when he discovers a picture of his granddad in the album. Dave doesn’t know what the h3ll this means, but Steve doesn’t ask him if he remembers what he had for breakfast or if he has Alzheimer, like Ezra and me.
The Five-Ohs make a trip to what looks like Area 51, where there are military archives reaching back to Tutankhamun. There are also rats and it’s a cramped space, which upsets Danno something fierce. In under five seconds, the team discovers the appropriate archive box (and a rat tenement in one) and in it there’s a half-chewed report on Dave’s dad’s killing. It records Ezra’s name as that of a witness, but the description of the incident has been conveniently torn off. Steve has the box and the rat tenement carried to the lab. (Whatsafong’s female coworkers particularly must be overjoyed.)
Danny offends Steve by raising a suspicion that the latter is becoming a human being. Steve pulls a face. So do I, for I prefer a beast (in bed). Steve confirms Danno’s worst doubts when he later sits down to reminisce over an old family photo album. He clearly can’t believe how little he was, FOY and all. There’s more retrospective when the Five Ohs morbidly take Dave to the site of the intern camp to refresh his memory. The frail man shuffles to and fro at the field and relives and describes the death of his dad and then the arrival of the news of his soldier brother’s death in action.
Whatsafong tracks the report on Dave’s dad’s death back to the person who investigated the case. He’s dead but he was a wanna-be-writer and as there was no internet for him to set up a blog then, he stacked all about his cases in boxes in what I suspect is a rat-infested garage. Over a meal of shrimps and chips, McDanno learn from the papers that Ezra witnessed a murder by shooting committed by a brother of the camp’s head guard, who covered the murder because family is family. The shooter was no good family, though, for he died in jail serving a sentence for another murder.
The murder weapon from this other murder is still in the archives and the bullet that killed dad is still in his head, so Danno is sent to the archives (kidding) while Marx exhumes the corpse. Whatsafong then shoots from the gun in a box and it’s a match! The Five Ohs find the stolen sword with a surviving kin of the murderer. The kin hasn’t been using it and he’s glad to be rid of the dust catcher. Steve ceremoniously presents the sword to Dave and Dave is as moved as me each time when I’m reunited with my kitty. (Which is a helluva lot.) Dave shakes hands with Ezra and says sorry, dude.
Steve is eyes3xing the Arizona memorial, the site where granddad McGarrett died, and looks seeerious. He’s clutching his heart and Dave is saluting in the background. Dave brought a plastic bag and I’m immediately suspicious. (There are always severed parts of bodies in these bags, right?) But Dave says he now recalls granddad McGarrett, whom his own dad prepared for officer exams, and who paid back by giving young Dave a baseball glove. (Was this before the invention of money?) Dave presents the glove to the deeply moved Steve, and so Steve wins a dust catcher of his very own.