It’s evidently time for Scott Caan to head back to LA for a few days, as has been the practice for the last couple of seasons. So Danny’s offscreen, in hospital providing some bone marrow for his biological son, and Steve goes to visit him, which at least gets him away from sitting in his house feeling sorry for himself, broodily staring at the two toothbrushes in the bathroom.
This leaves Chin on “whaddya got, Max?” duties for the first few minutes. And what Max got, out in the middle of the jungle, is the corpse of Harrison Crane, a Howard-Hughes-esque zillionaire, with an arrow through his hapless sternum, and atop a bed of fake money from last week’s counterfeiting operation.
The death itself will, rather surprisingly, amount to more or less nothing. But the money’s a different story; it’s checked for fingerprints, and turns out to have been handled by an old friend of the Five-0, the one who calls himself Gerard Hirsch, but is actually Mozzie out of White Collar (Willie Garson). His presence elevates the episode a little – the reason why a wealthy recluse is wandering around the jungle with fistfuls of (bogus) cash money is actually quite dull – but not to the point where it’s anything other than underwhelming.
Another busy week for Adam, though, who’s picked up by a quartet of Yakuza henchmen and taken to see Goro Shioma’s consigliere (or whatever the rank is in the Yakuza) Tom Bishop, who has Aaron James, one of last week’s tag-teaming baddies, tied to a chair. Bishop thinks that James knows where Gabriel is, and invites Adam to beat the tar out of James to extract the information. Adam has to pretend not to want to do it, but – of course – he’s a natural. Still no Gabriel, though, and Goro’s getting antsy about his money.
“Oh, FFS!” Watch: Jerry Rice and a whole heap of exposition. Seriously, H50 – enough with the pointless guest appearances.
This episode was brought to you by: the Pro Bowl. Chin’s delighted that it’s back in Hawaii this year.