To celebrate the news that Hawaii Five-0 has been renewed for a seventh season, Steve, Danny, Chin, and Kono have been surfing. There’s a debate about the best way to get back to Five-0 HQ from the beach: Steve wants to hit the roads, and Chin knows a short-cut through some coffee plantations. So the two of them strike a bet: Steve and Danny in one car, Chin and Kono in the other, see who gets there quicker. But Chin and Kono stumble across two gunmen, who seem to have murdered a police officer and are burying him in the middle of nowhere. Chin and Kono are taken hostage themselves, and obliged to dig their own grave. It’s not a particularly satisfactory storyline: there’s no attempt made to link this story to any of the show’s ongoing arcs, nor even to identify the victim. And since we know that Chin and Kono aren’t actually going to be killed, the stakes are low; it’s really nothing more than busywork for four of the main characters.
The main action, though, takes place in Chicago. Clay Maxwell (Mykelti Williamson), Grover’s old partner, who might or might not have murdered his wife a year or so ago, is pottering around his house. Then a generously-built man in a mask body-slams him into a fridge, injects him with a sedative, and ties him to a chair. The masked man is, of course, Grover, somewhat heedless of career and, indeed, liberty. Whoa there, big guy. I admire your righteous indignation, but is this really the best way to go about things?
Anyway, Grover would still quite like a confession; failing that, he’s going to tear Clay’s house apart until he finds $250,000 he thinks Clay stole from a drugs bust years ago. Then, while he’s ripping big holes in walls with a sledgehammer, Clay’s sidepiece – the beneficiary, in romantic terms, of the death of Clay’s wife – wanders into the house, and Grover ties her up as well. By this point you’d think that not only is Grover never going to work as a cop again, but that he’ll be lucky to see daylight again: assaults, vandalism, abductions, breaking and entering… and where’s the damn money? And the confession?
It’s not without tension by any means. And Chi McBride is a good actor, so it’s no surprise that he can do Grover as sweaty, obsessive, and desperate. But it’s way out of character for Grover, the level of intensity is at odds with the show, and although most TV procedurals are happy to flaunt cops who colour outside the lines from time to time, this goes way over the top, unless there are to be consequences in future episodes. All very odd.