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♪ Get me some, oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh ♪

♪ For too long, oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh ♪

♪ Gotta get me some summer glow ♪

I could get used to this.

You talking about me or the coffee?

Your coffee, obviously.

You know, we don't have a case today,

so we can do anything we want,

go anywhere.

Or...

we can go nowhere.

[ Door opens ] Rick: Good morning!

Hey, hey. Hi.

Oh. Hi.

Hello. Hi.

Hello, hello.

Rick, are you having a stroke?

I don't think so.

Wait...

No.

I just made a pot of coffee. You want a cup?

Ah, thanks. I gotta grab my stuff and head to work.

Oh, one more thing-- I am gonna be gone all day.

Definitely won't be home before 10:00 p.m.

Actually, 11:00.

Definitely not back before 11:00 p.m.

11:00.

Well, you make sure you do your homework, now.

Thanks, Dad!

[ Door closes ]

♪

What?

Do you think he was acting a little bit weird?

I-It's Rick.

That's pretty on brand.

♪

I'm telling you, they're totally doing it.

You guys found a necklace.

That's hardly a smoking gun.

Not just any necklace, Kumu.

Higgins' necklace.

So what?

Higgins in the Major Domo and Thomas' business partner.

They're always together.

Kumu, it was under his bed.

That's right, and those two were acting

super weird this morning.

Now, were they acting weird,

or were they reacting to you acting weird?

Guys, we have been rooting for this for years.

It's none of our business, Rick.

You gotta let it go.

♪

Okay, now I'm officially uncomfortable.

It's not for services rendered, Magnum.

The cash came in the mail. It's from a client.

Seems they have reason to believe that a man

named Jack Hill has committed a murder,

and they are hiring us to find out if that's the case.

No signature.

Is there a return address?

No.

So we don't know who the client is.

And apparently they don't want us to know.

♪

They hired us to look into this Jack Hill guy, right?

Let's just start there. No way.

I'm incredibly uncomfortable with the entire notion

of an anonymous client.

What if this is a set-up?

What if the client has some kind of ax to grind

with the suspect?

It's not prudent to go any further until we know more.

But you always say that running a successful business

requires making money.

Here's the money.

A-And, even if we wanted to return the cash,

we can't because we have no idea who the client is.

Right, which is exactly why our first order of business

should be to identify them.

Okay, but you don't hire someone to investigate a person

you've never heard of, right?

So if we want to find out who the client is,

we should dig into this Jack Hill guy.

Right?

I'll take that as a yes.

♪

No question, what I did went against procedure.

I was wrong. and I'm so sorry.

But if you measured all the work I've done as a police officer

against the incident in question,

you'd find that the good far outweighs

one egregious error in judgment.

Hey, you ready for school?

Yeah. Uh, how are you?

Ready for your hearing this afternoon?

I hope to be by the time it starts.

How do you think it'll go?

No idea. I'll do the best I can.

Then it's out of my hands.

Look, if I don't get my job back,

there's plenty of employment for an ex-cop.

Whatever happens, it'll be all right.

We will be all right, okay?

♪

Don't worry. I got this.

See you later?

♪

[ Door closes ]

♪

Jack Hill appears to be a model citizen.

For the last five years, he's been in construction.

What about before that?

[ Computer dings ]

I knew we should have stayed away from this.

What do ya know?

Our boy Jack was a cop for eight years.

One more reason not to investigate the man.

Or exactly why we were hired to do it.

♪

Magnum: What are you doing?

What I am not doing is spending any more time

investigating Jack Hill.

As a police officer, he would have come into contact

with any number of people over the years.

Digging into the man any further

is not going to help us identify our client.

Therefore, I am finished indulging you.

Like, forever, or just in regards to the case?

[ Chuckles ] I'm kidding.

All right. All right.

How do you want to proceed?

Most people seal an envelope with saliva, right?

So that could mean DNA.

So I'm gonna take this down to the lab for analysis,

and I'm also gonna reach out to the post office.

You're gonna track the package? Yeah.

They can decipher the intelligent bar code.

It contains a mailer identifier

that's assigned to a specific business.

Okay, so we won't know who sent it,

but maybe where it came from.

Exactly. All right.

Where are you going?

While you're doing that,

I am gonna go work the actual case.

♪

[ Engine starts ]

♪

Really, Jack? A smart lock?

No sign of an alarm pad.

Good.

♪

Yeah, that should work.

♪

Okay, Jack.

Why does someone think you're a killer?

♪

[ Cellphone buzzing ]

Higgins: Where are you? You don't wanna know.

Please don't tell me you've broken into Jack Hill's house.

Okay, I won't tell you I broke into Jack Hill's house.

Just don't get caught, all right?

Did you find anything?

Well, I did find a bunch of pictures of a girl

that could be a girlfriend,

but, uh, all the clothes here are his,

so I don't think she lives here.

And, uh, he does have a thing for PB&J.

Right, well, that doesn't sound uncommon for a single man.

Anything else?

He did have a surgery last week.

Got his appendix removed.

So basically, you didn't find anything.

Well, luckily, I fared a little better.

Did you get DNA from the envelope?

Indeed I did.

And, no, before you ask, the client is not in the system.

Okay, well, the good news is

our mystery client doesn't have a record.

Should make you feel better about taking the case.

Well, actually, no, it doesn't make me feel better

about taking the case because whilst we know

that our client doesn't have a criminal record,

it doesn't mean that she can be trusted.

She?

Still, that's not gonna be enough to--

No, I'm not finished. The DNA gave us more.

There is a 96% probability that she has red hair

and light eyes, which is very rare on this island.

Well, that will narrow down the search,

but I think we're gonna need more than--

Well, I'm still not finished.

The mailer identifier indicates that the letter was sent

from the mailroom at King's Medical.

Presumably, our client works there.

Well, that's where he got his appendix removed.

It can't be a coincidence.

Hardly a slam dunk, but perhaps they worked

on Jack's medical or surgical team.

It's definitely worth looking into.

You do realize that your clues needed my clues

to have context, right?

And vice versa.

Okay, here we go.

I've got a list of all the people that took care of Jack

whilst he was at King's.

I'm eliminating all of the men.

And that leaves us with three women.

Surgical nurse Kim Wagner.

No.

Recovery nurse Tia Hashimoto.

No.

Right, that just leaves anesthesiologist

Dr. Sally Cates. [ Computer beeps ]

Is that her?

Mr. Kalama can't have general.

Will you make sure Dr. Hoffman sees this?

Excuse me?

Dr. Cates?

Thomas Magnum and my partner, Juliet Higgins.

But you knew that already, didn't you?

♪

I really don't want to be involved in this.

Perhaps you won't have to be.

But we do have some questions,

and in order for us to investigate properly,

we'll need some answers.

We will do our best to keep you out of it. Mm.

When I anesthetized Mr. Hill,

I heard him say something alarming,

but I'm not allowed to come forward.

I consulted the hospital's legal counsel.

They felt what he said was vague,

not worth following up, said I had to let it lie.

And if you pursued it further,

then you could potentially get fired.

Oh, they will fire me.

Took me 15 years to get here.

I can't lose my job.

But I also can't forget about what he said.

[ Monitor beeping ]

[ Jack mumbling indistinctly ]

You okay, Mr. Hill?

No, no, no, no, no.

They'll never find her body.

♪

People under anesthesia say strange things all the time.

Yes, but I've never heard anything like that.

It wasn't just what he said.

The way he said it-- it was terrifying.

And despite what Legal thinks, I became a doctor to save lives.

If Jack is a killer, I can't ignore that.

We'll get to the bottom of this.

And we'll do our best to keep you out of it.

Mahalo.

That's a relief. Now we've met our client,

we can focus solely on Jack Hill.

All right, so you came to the same conclusion I did,

it just took you longer.

Yes, but only because I'm more thorough.

And now we gotta figure out why he left HPD.

You don't spend eight years as a cop

and then leave before pension kicks in.

Not voluntarily, no. I mean, I can dig deeper,

but I didn't see anything in the HPD database

to explain his early exit.

Well, that's all right.

We have a living, breathing database we can access.

[ Elevator bell dings ]

There's the man. How you doing, Gordie?

Come on in.

Thanks.

So, uh, your hearing is at 2:00, right?

Yeah, how-- how you feeling about that, by the way?

You nervous at all, or...?

God, I really wish people would stop asking me that.

It doesn't help.

Look, I appreciate the concern,

but you didn't have to come check on me.

Well, uh, you're in luck because...

we're actually here to ask you a favor.

I'm shocked. What is it?

Okay, so we're looking into an ex-HPD officer named Jack Hill.

He left the force about six years ago,

and we were just wondering if you could shed some light.

I remember him.

Uh, seemed like a good cop.

It's a shame what happened to him.

What did happen to him?

About seven years ago, his wife, Linda,

died suddenly of an aneurysm.

After that, Jack lost it, fell apart.

That her?

After she died, he started behaving erratically.

His work was slipping, got into arguments with other officers.

Jack started seeing an escort.

Then she filed a complaint with the brass,

and they let him go.

What was the complaint about?

Department kept it under wraps.

I don't know the details.

Any chance you can get the name of this escort for us?

Or if you'd rather talk about the, uh, upcoming hearing--

No, no. I'll see what I can do.

Thank you, Gordie. Thanks, Gordie.

Okay, Kumu, I thought about it, and you're right.

Of course I am. About what?

Thomas and Juliet would tell us

if they wanted us to know, right?

But I need to know. [ Scoffs ]

Okay, so I've been wracking my brain

trying to come up with how to figure it out.

What part of "You gotta let it go" wasn't clear?

I can't.

Now, look, Joy has this baby monitor

that basically picks up everything.

If I planted it in Robin's Nest, I bet I could--

Okay, now that I'm saying it out loud,

I realize it sounds kinda creepy.

It sounds like a felony.

Maybe we need to call the cops.

Or have you committed.

Oh, come on.

It's not like I was gonna put it in the bedroom.

Although, that...

You know, for one of the least judgmental people I know,

you sure are looking at me judgy.

'Cause you done lost your damn mind.

Look, I'm rooting for them, too,

but you're goin' off the deep end.

Look, I practically live with them now,

so I need to know if they're together

so I know how to act around 'em.

Nah. This ain't about them.

There's something goin' on with you.

And you need to figure out what that is.

[ Sighs ]

[ Laughter, indistinct conversations ]

[ Mellow piano music playing ]

♪

Amber?

Well, I didn't know you were bringing a friend.

Usually that's, uh, extra.

But I can work with you.

[ Uncomfortable laughter ]

We're not your clients.

Oh. Well, that's too bad.

[ Chuckles ]

Who are you, then?

Private investigators.

Sorry. I'm all about discretion.

So if you want info on one of my clients,

you can forget it.

Even Jack Hill?

My real client'll be here any minute,

so just make it quick.

We know you, uh, filed a complaint with Jack's boss.

Can we ask you why?

Well, it started off fine with him.

He'd see me once a week.

He always wanted me to dress a certain way,

wear this one perfume,

but Jack never wanted to do anything.

Just wanted me to lay next to him.

And sometimes we'd talk. It was nice.

All right, so what changed?

My hair.

I'm naturally a brunette, and it used to be longer.

When Jack showed up after I changed it, he freaked out,

started screaming that I ruined everything.

I told him to never come back.

That when you complained to his boss?

Yeah, I've seen plenty like Jack.

It's only a matter of time before he gets violent.

And did the complaint work?

Yeah. He never came back.

How long did your hair used to be?

Just, uh, halfway down my back.

You said Jack used to make you dress a certain way.

Any chance it was in a purple dress?

Yeah.

He brought me a few of them to wear,

different shades.

Thank you for your time.

Brunette, long hair, purple dress.

Sounds like he used Amber to re-create

experiences he had with his wife.

And when that didn't work, perhaps he found someone else.

And he killed her.

Higgins: I cannot find anything unusual in Jack's financials.

What if the other Linda look-alike Jack found

was also an escort?

No, I suspected that.

I couldn't find any similar cash withdrawals

either before or after Amber,

nor any weird-looking credit card payments

that could've been masking an escort service.

Why don't we look into missing women

who match the general description of Jack's wife,

starting from the time that she died?

Right. Okay.

The NAMUS database is giving us 19 potential women.

Okay, how do we narrow down that field?

Well, I mean, murder was a huge escalation for Jack, right?

Yeah, Jack stopped seeing Amber, what, 5 1/2 years ago?

Yeah. That narrows down the time frame.

Okay.

Leaves us with six.

First one is Nina Chen.

Nina Chen.

Nothing's popping out at me.

Honestly, I don't even know what we're looking for.

I think we'll know what it is when we find it.

Uh, how about the next person?

Okay. Jenny Davis.

Jenny.

Jenny worked at a diner called...

Coffee Talk. Hang on, that actually--

That seems familiar to me.

Let me bring up Jack's financials again.

Yeah, here we are.

In 2018, he ate at Coffee Talk

at least three times in two weeks.

And Jenny Davis disappeared right after his last visit.

♪

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Hey.

What're you doing here?

This is a little more important that trigonometry,

don't you think?

What?

I didn't realize I needed it until you showed up.

I know you, Dad.

These people, work people--

they just think you're the scary, serious guy

with the poker face.

But I know the guy they don't get to see.

The one on the inside,

who's got a big heart.

Who always wants to help people and do the right thing.

I also know you're scared.

[ Chuckles ] You put on a good show earlier today

to make me feel better, but...

this isn't about me.

It's about you.

And even if you don't think so,

I know we'll be all right.

[ Door opens ]

Captain Rogers: It's time.

♪

Wish me luck.

You don't need luck.

You got this.

♪

[ Bell jingles ]

[ Chuckles ]

Hey, 86 the tuna.

[ Laughs ]

♪ Two for my truck that only drives downhill ♪

You're gonna wanna try today's pie special.

It's the Luau Key Lime.

[ Chuckles ] Luau Key Lime, huh?

You know what, we'll take two of those.

All right. Two pies.

It's a great place you have here.

Thank you.

Never seen you two before.

First time? Yeah, yeah.

Thomas and, uh, Juliet.

Hello. Abe.

Abe, nice to meet you.

Actually, uh, we're here because we wanted

to talk to you about your daughter, Jenny.

Why do you wanna know about her?

We're private investigators.

We're working a case that we believe

could be connected to her disappearance.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

♪

It's been five years.

Doesn't get any easier, though.

You know, there are times when I forget for a minute.

Like right when I wake up.

But then something comes over me, you know?

Like, uh, something's wrong.

And it all comes flooding back.

I'm so sorry to have to ask, but it could really help us

if you could explain what happened.

I didn't feel well that day.

Left early.

Jenny offered to close.

When she didn't show up the next morning,

we got worried, you know?

We called the cops.

Couple days later, they, uh...

they found her car, burnt,

at the bottom of St. Louis Heights.

You know it? Yeah, it's a mountain trail.

Heavily wooded. Yeah.

Well, police searched for over a week,

but, uh, the woods were too dense.

She could've been anywhere in there.

And by that time, they said she was dead for sure.

My wife, uh, she, uh...

she tried, but, um, [grunts]

she couldn't look at me anymore.

Said I reminded her too much of Jenny.

So she left.

I'm so sorry.

Abe, um, thank you for talking with us.

I know it's-- it's gotta be hard.

On the house.

Maybe your case'll give you a lead and--

and help me give my daughter a proper burial.

I hope so.

Well, it sounds like we might be on the right track.

Jenny could be the girl that Jack was talking about.

Yeah.

If anyone's gonna be able to get rid of a body

without leaving evidence, it's gonna be a cop.

Right.

So how do we get him?

Breaking a prisoner out of jail

to trade for a hostage is prosecutable behavior.

So you coming here to fight your dismissal...

Well, you got quite a pair on you.

Out of respect for your years of service,

we'll give you an opportunity to say your piece.

I appreciate that, Sir.

[ Clears throat ]

♪

You don't know me.

And not just you.

My son says that I can be scary that way.

It's hard to tell what I'm thinking.

I'm not a guy who opens up easily.

But the job-- that always came easy to me.

More so than anything else.

Being a husband, a father...

...those things had a much steeper learning curve,

I guess because it requires a-- a vulnerability

that I've never been comfortable with.

I always felt most at home when I was doing my job.

So I put it first, above everything,

including my family.

and I just started to make things right

when those bastards took my ex-wife,

the mother of my child.

Now, did I follow procedure? No.

But in that scenario, which one of you would have?

Now, I know your minds are probably already made up,

and in spite of my union rep's suggestion,

I haven't been contrite.

I did what it took to save someone's life,

to serve and protect.

Isn't that the pledge we all make?

I can't apologize for that.

Even if it means giving up the job,

I'd do what I did all over again.

Thanks for hearing me out.

♪

Who are you working for?

We can't say.

Why can't I ever get a straight answer out of you two?

To be fair, when people come to us,

there's often a good reason they can't go to you.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I know.

Usually an illegal one.

No, not this time.

It's just someone who has nothing to do with it

and wants to stay out of it. Okay.

Now, look, this case has gone cold, right?

If you were to close it,

it would do a lot for your career

considering you're the new guy.

Nice try.

I never really wanted to be here in the first place,

so I don't give a rat's ass

about moving up the chain of command.

What else you got?

Look, Detective, we've gone as far as we can with this,

but a young woman has been killed

and her body has been left in the woods.

Her parents have not had any closure,

and her killer is still living his life,

free to kill again.

Assuming he hasn't already.

I want to help you. I do.

So far, all you've got's conjecture

and circumstantial evidence.

Well, that is where your brilliant

interrogation skills could come in.

Oh, stop.

Flattery's not gonna get you anywhere.

It sounds like you're running out of arguments.

What about taking down a dirty cop?

It's what you did in Oakland, right?

You did it because it was the right thing to do.

Now you have the chance to do that again.

♪

Don't choke.

They don't call me the "Dart Knight"

for nothing, Kumu.

Rick: I got it!

Dude, you couldn't wait five seconds to say that?

[ Scoffs ] I'm doing that again.

You said I needed to figure out what was going on with me,

and I did-- I'm in limbo.

Do I need to spell it out for you guys?

Uh-huh. Yeah.

I'm in love with the mother of my child,

but she shot me down.

I'm a grown-ass man living on my friend's couch.

And now I have a new baby

who I don't get to see every day

because I don't live with her mother,

who I'm in love with, but she shot me down.

Okay, what does that have to do with whether or not

Thomas and Juliet are together?

Look, it's crazy.

And it probably won't make any sense to you, but--

Yeah, it probably won't, but give it a try.

Okay, Thomas and Juliet have had a lot of back and forth

over the years, right?

They've been in limbo.

And now they're not. I mean, maybe.

Thing is, if they can get out of it, so can I.

So maybe me, Joy, and Suzy can live together,

like a family.

So you want hope?

That's a good reason to want them together.

So why don't you just go ahead and ask 'em?

What if I'm wrong?

We'll find you hope somewhere else.

I promise.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

[ Clears throat ]

♪

Jack Hill?

Detective Chris Childs. Nice to meet you.

How can I help you, Detective?

So, uh, we've reopened a missing person's case

that involved a woman who had worked at Coffee Talk.

Well, so now, I'm re-interviewing

all the customers that-- that ate there.

Oh, sorry, I, uh...

I don't remember that place.

Yeah, I know it's-- it's been a while.

Um, I know you--

you had been on the force, right?

And you trained in investigation?

That's right.

I was kinda hoping that maybe the right photo

or the right question might spark something for you.

Would you--

Would you be terribly opposed to coming with me right now?

[ Chuckles ]

I'd really appreciate your help.

♪

Hope you're right about his interrogation skills.

Yeah, me, too.

Why are we in the interrogation room?

Oh, um, I wanted a little privacy is all,

and, uh, there's a victim's family in the interview room.

I didn't wanna kick them out. No.

[ Clicks tongue ] All right, let me see--

Are you hungry? Thirsty?

Can I get you anything?

No, I'm good. Okay.

All right, uh, so here is a photo of the diner.

Kinda hoping that might jog your memory.

Here is...

You know what?

Now I remember. Yeah.

Yes. They have very good pie.

Someone else I talked to said that, too.

- Really? - Yeah.

Gonna have to try it.

♪

Jack Hill: Is that her?

That's Jenny.

Jenny Davis.

I've never seen her before.

You sure?

She was your waitress all three times you ate there.

Oh.

See, this is starting to feel a little bit

like an interrogation.

No, no, no. Oh, no, no, no.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I, uh-- [ Chuckles ] I'm sorry.

I get like a dog with a bone with this stuff sometimes.

Plus, I-I-I start to feel for the victim's families.

You know how it is.

Sure.

My wife, Ali--

she died almost a year ago.

Pancreatic cancer.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Watching her for months...

suffer.

It was awful,

but at least we got closure, you know?

Childs: We said the things that we needed to say.

I'm grateful for that.

Mm-hmm.

[ Chuckles ]

You know what?

I'm gonna go.

We're not done here.

No, no, 'cause if I'm not under arrest,

then you can't keep me here.

I can do whatever I want to do.

Door's locked.

This isn't an interrogation, so we're not filming.

Sit your ass back down.

♪

You never had a chance to say goodbye to Linda, did you?

Jesus. Y-You watch your mouth, okay?

She's got nothing to do with this!

Linda has everything to do with this.

No, she doesn't. She died.

So fast that you didn't even see it coming.

And then you snapped, but here's the thing--

Amber, Jenny-- they were just...

Oh, they were poor substitutes because they could

never actually be your wife

because she's dead.

She's gone, and she is never coming back.

You shut up! Just shut up!

You think that I don't know that?!

I don't know.

[ Crying softly ]

What did you do with Jenny?

♪

I got nowhere else to be.

I can do this all night.

Tomorrow. The next day.

Tell me what you did with Jenny's body.

Let her parents give her a proper burial.

If you do that, maybe there's a chance you won't...

burn in hell.

Okay.

Okay what?

Okay, I'll talk.

You just go get me something from the vending machine,

something with protein.

I get these blood-sugar headaches.

They-- They're a pain, so...

[ Sniffles ]

Sure.

Do you think he's actually going to tell him?

No. No. Something's not right.

My gut says he's playing Childs.

What's the game?

♪

After Amber, I, uh, I just...

felt lost again.

I know she's not Linda, but for an hour a week,

I can just pretend.

Then Amber changed her hair, made it harder to pretend.

And then you walked into the diner and you saw Jenny.

Same build, same hair, eyes.

You knew you needed her to play the role of your wife.

[ Cries shakily ] Mm-hmm.

What did you do to Jenny?

[ Wheezes and coughs ]

You okay?

Oh.

Childs: You all right?

[ Coughing]

Call EMS!

I'm on it.

[ Gasping ]

I need some help in here!

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

♪

[ Monitor beeping rapidly ]

No electrical activity.

[ Flatline ]

Sorry.

He's gone.

Now we'll never find Jenny.

You guys did everything right.

His allergies were just too severe.

Did he eat something?

[ Clears throat ] Yeah.

Candy bar.

Probably had nuts.

Grown man had to know he was allergic to nuts.

[ Candy bar thuds ]

Childs, he specifically asked for a snack with protein in it

and then he-- he chose that.

He could feel the walls closing in.

He did it on purpose.

Wait a minute.

Why does a man who lives alone and is deathly allergic to nuts

have a cabinet full of peanut butter?

Because it's not for him.

[ Banging ]

- Go, go, go! - Move in!

♪

Higgins: Jenny? Jenny?

Man: On your left.

[ Speaks indistinctly ]

- Clear! - Clear.

Man: All clear. No sign of the victim.

Yeah. Copy.

Five years-- it's a really long time

to keep someone in captivity without anyone noticing.

Even if she's still alive,

Jack could've stashed her anywhere.

No, no, no, I've been through Jack's finances.

There's no other house or apartment.

There isn't even a-- a storage facility.

A-A-And going by his GPS,

he just goes from work back home.

There are no stops anywhere else.

What are you doing, Magnum?

Something's not right.

What?

Something's off.

Well, I was outside earlier and-- and just...

This room, it should be longer in that-- in that direction.

There's something back here.

Hey, we got a door down here, southwest corner, front room.

Yeah. Here!

Here. Here. Here.

Try that.

Jenny?

Yeah, we got her.

Hey. I'm Detective Childs.

Where is he?

He's gone.

He's never coming back.

[ Exhales sharply ]

♪

- Hi. - Hey.

Thanks for your help today, guys.

Thank you for yours.

Detective.

Uh, about your wife...

Oh.

I don't have a wife. Never did.

My girlfriend's alive and well in Oakland, though.

I had to get into his head.

Yeah.

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[ Microwave beeps ]

I'm impressed.

Yeah, well, you taught me well.

[ Clears throat ]

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

♪

I did. This is really good.

If the cop thing doesn't work out,

maybe I should go be a chef.

Let's not get crazy.

So, when will they tell you?

A week, 10 minutes. Who knows?

When the call comes in, my whole world could change.

Not really.

I mean, you'll always be my dad.

That's the only thing that matters.

[ Cellphone rings ]

♪

Katsumoto.

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[ Cheering ]

I'm so happy for you, Gordie, but-- but I have one question.

How soon before I can ask you for a favor? Oh!

Uh, you can't. Ever.

That's over now. [ Laughing ] What?

Hang on. Hang on.

How about if I ask?

Whatever you need, Juliet.

[ Laughter ]

Okay, I see how it is.

Hey, can we talk to you at the bar for a second?

Yeah.

TC has something he'd like to ask you.

Okay. [ Chuckles ]

TM...

when Roberto got out, we went looking for him,

and we found Higgy's necklace.

Okay?

Under your bed.

We gotta ask--

are y'all together?

Uh...

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[ Sighs ]

I-I can't-- I can't keep it from you guys anymore.

It's too important, and-- and honestly, I'm too happy.

[ Laughter ]

Mm-hmm.

There's your hope right there.

♪

PDA, huh? [ Chuckles ]

Really? Mm.

I saw you talking to Rick and TC at the bar.

You told them, didn't you?

I'm sorry. I-I...

They asked, and I-I couldn't keep it from them anymore.

I understand. It's okay.

Well, I'm glad you're not mad at me.

Of course I'm not mad.

The only reason that I wanted to keep this

between us in the beginning was...

...I wasn't sure it would work out.

But I'm not worried anymore.

It's definitely working.

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