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Kumu?

It's just me, Magnum, go back to sleep.

What are you doing?

Looking for a piece of your
clothing for Miss Higgins,

preferably one that hasn't been washed.

Why?

No idea. Just doing her a favor.

Mahalo. Sweet dreams.

Mahalo.

Come on.

Good boy.

Hey, that's my shirt.

Good morning, Magnum.

What are you doing?

The lads are having a refresher course

on obedience training
with Klaus, and well,

they respond better to things
they don't like.

Like my scent?

Well...

Good.

Thomas Magnum.

Of course I could meet.

I can be there in an hour.

You owe me a new shirt.

Of course. Rest assured,
it shall be replaced.

I liked that shirt.

The life of a P.I.
is either feast or famine,

and lately, it's been
a little too much famine.

But that's the job.

It's hand-to-mouth,
waiting for the phone to ring.

Sure, it's rough, but I also
know that when that call

finally comes, there's always
a welcome challenge

and a little pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow.

So you want me to find your cat?

Yes, please. His name is Mittens.

He's nine pounds, kind of orange

with white paws,

just like mittens,
and freckles on his belly.

Mm... He's been missing

for four days, and he's not
at any of the animal shelters.

Right...

Oh, and I can pay you.

Bless you.

How much do you cost?

Ooh, well, I'm, uh,
I'm actually kind of expensive.

25 cents a day.

But, you know what,

don't give me a dime until
I bring Mittens home. Deal?

- Can I ask you some questions?
- Yes.

Um, has-has Mittens ever run away before?

Never.

Does Mittens have any, uh,

favorite spots outside

where he likes to hang out?

He likes to sit on the front porch

and wait for me to come home from school.

I see. Uh, the day he disappeared,

did Mittens do anything strange
or do anything different?

Yes. He ate my Doritos.

Regular or Cool Ranch?

Cool Ranch.

Cool Ranch, very interesting.

You know, this is,
this is all very helpful.

Um, so, yeah, I think I have
something to work with here.

You'll find Mittens,
won't you, Mr. Magnum?

Absolutely. This good?

Here is my number

if you need to text me or call.

Feel free, anytime.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

When you break it down,
this job's no different

than any missing persons case,

except this one's smaller, not a person,

covered in fur
that I'm severely allergic to,

and there's no payday
at the end, but, yeah,

otherwise, it's no different at all.

When you're searching
for a missing person,

you try to get into their mindset.

You don't just look
at the places they've been,

you try to figure out where
they might go, how they think,

what's their psychology.

I need to do the same thing here,

but... with a cat.

Ola.

Mahalo.

Let me guess.

You're getting a cat so the Dobermans

will chase it instead of you.

No, but that's a good idea.

Actually, a little girl lost her cat;

- she hired me to find him.
- Aw, look at you.

You're a pet private eye.

No, I am a pet private detective.

Maybe I can help.

My cousin Halia has a
cat who has wanderlust

and only three legs.

- Really?
- Little fur ball

goes MIA every other week.

But Halia's got a trick
to get him to come home.

- Oh, yeah? What's that?
- Get yourself

a large bowl of sardines mixed with rice,

heat it up on high, and
then leave it outside

the house between dusk and dawn.

Your missing kitty should be
able to smell it and come back.

Kumu... what would I do without you?

Not find that cat, for one thing.

I'm gonna find that kitty now.

Okay. Good luck.

Oh, my God.

What's this?

- It's some cookies?
- Yeah.

For me?

Thank you.

I'll be sure to eat
every last one of them.

- Good night.
- Good night.

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Oh, come on.

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Hmm.

Wow.

Coffee and the world's greatest
chocolate chip cookies.

That's my kind of stakeout.

I think Cecilia has a crush on you.

Well, at least somebody does.

Please.

So, uh...

just you two, huh?

And Mittens.

We adopted him after Cecilia's
dad and I split.

That cat helped her through
a very difficult time.

So thank you.

You didn't have to do this.

Oh, she's probably spying on us.

Yeah.

Yeah, she really needs to get to bed.

And I should do the same.

Do you need anything else?

No, I have, uh, caffeine
and sugar; I think I'm all set.

Well, uh, this is good night,
then, I guess.

I guess so.

I'll see you in the morning.

Hopefully with Mittens.

Thank you.

Shoo. Hey. Get out of here.

Go.

You're kidding me.

Shh. Get out of here. Go.

Oh, come on.

Come on.

Hey!

Get out of here.

Mittens.

Is that you, buddy?

Hey, Mittens.

What's u...

No freckles.

You're not Mittens.

What's this?

Blood. You okay, buddy?

That's not your blood, is it?

In every case, there's always that moment

where it throws you a curveball.

I think it's safe to say
this is that moment.

Which leaves me with two questions.

Whose blood is this,

and where is the person it belongs to?

Let's go for a ride.

♪ I don't want to work ♪

Hello?

Hey, can you c-come over, please?

What's the matter... you ill?

Um, no, I just recently found out

that I am, uh, allergic.

To what?

Oh, my God.

You know there are no animals

allowed on the property without my...

- Is that blood?
- Yeah.

I was on a stakeout looking for
this little girl's missing cat,

and this guy showed up
and I saw the blood on his feet,

- figured his...
- Stakeout for a missing cat?

...owner might be seriously injured.

Yeah. You know what?

Uh, mock me all you want later,
but right now,

all I care about is-is
following this cat home,

using this tracking collar...

but I can't seem to get it to pair.

Could you help me, please?

Fine. Anything for a lost cat.

Let's go.

You stay there...

These are for you.

What are you doing?

Anaphylaxis is a serious
allergic reaction.

I'm saving you from the humiliation

of dying from a cat allergy, Magnum.

Really? So you're not
the least bit intrigued

by this cat mystery?

Not in the least.

Also, if you die,

someone will undoubtedly
remove your puffy-eyed,

rash-covered corpse
and steal the Ferrari.

This is where I found the cat.

Okay, I'll let him out.

Look, it actually works.

Okay, kitty, show us where you live.

Hey, uh, just a reminder:
you still owe me a shirt.

And you shall have it.
I am a woman of my word.

Oh, and there's
something I've been meaning

- to ask you...
- What's that?

If you could train those dogs to attack,

why can't you train them to like me?

They're animals, Magnum.

There's only so much they can do.

Magnum, we've been tracking
this cat for over an hour.

This is absurd.

Higgins, when tailing a
subject, it requires patience.

Magnum, please tell me
you consulted a veterinarian

as to whether your furry friend
had a microchip implant.

Microchip?

They place them
underneath the skin of the animal

to identify the owner. You knew that.

- Didn't you?
- Oh... check it out...

this could be the place.

Hello?

Anybody home?

We found your cat.

Oh, God.

Not necessary, Magnum.

He could still be alive.

Not a chap that perforated.

Magnum!

Magnum!

Oh, come on. It's three broken ribs

Man up.

Can you give us a minute,
please? Thank you.

Just so you know, the woman
who was driving the car

is traumatized. They had to sedate her.

Oh, no, thanks for your concern,
but really, I'm fine.

- So, what's this about a homicide?
- Well,

me and Higgins were surveilling
a house for a case,

and, uh, came across a dead body.

Where?

House in Waianae.

Somebody was fleeing the scene,

I went after him,
and that's when I got tagged.

Get yourself discharged,

then you're gonna take me to this body.

Clear.

Clear.

You have got to be kidding me.

Sure you got the right place?

- Without question.
- 100%.

Well, then, congratulations, Magnum.

You found a really clean house.

Let's talk about the guy you chased down.

What'd he look like?

White male.

30s. Uh, dark hair. Athletic.

Unfortunately, we only
really saw him from behind.

And you said you were working a case.

How exactly did you end up here?

Uh, well, I was, uh...

I was hired to find a cat, and...

I-I'm sorry, a cat?

Is he serious?

Sadly, yes.

Anyway, I found the cat.
It was the wrong one.

This one had blood on it.

We tracked the cat back
here, we found the body.

Figured the cat came in contact
with the body at some point.

And where's your furry witness now?

Oh, um...

It's a few miles away from here.

I'll ask Rick and TC to pick it up.

Katsumoto.

All right.

All right. Mahalo. So, the house

is owned by a company on
the mainland, used by employees

when they're on vacation. But,

according to them,
it's supposed to be empty.

Wasn't a couple hours ago.

Maybe you stumbled onto a
thief robbing the place.

That could be the person you chased.

Maybe. What about the body?

Somebody came in here

and scrubbed the crime scene.
That is the only explanation.

Get someone down here to tape it up.

It's now a crime scene.

I'll get CSU to process

when they can.
But do me a favor, Magnum...

the next time you see
a dead body on the ground,

take a picture of it.

Or maybe he could just drop it
on your desk.

You'll keep us in the loop, right?

Don't you have a cat to find?

Just do your job. Let us do ours.

And don't go back in there or
I'll arrest you for trespassing.

Didn't you hear what he just said?

Did you hear what I just said?

Can't just sit back and do nothing.

The police are on it, Magnum.

Yeah, without a body,
evidence or a suspect,

this case is not going
to the top of the pile.

Come on.

You know you want to.

What's wrong with this house?

Uh, besides the hideous decor

and the fact the dead body is gone...

I could go on.

But I believe you're
about to make a point?

Look around.

No water bowl, no food bowl,
no kitty litter.

Plus, I'm not sneezing or scratching.

You're saying that cat didn't live here?

No. But it had obviously been here.

Perhaps it belonged to the victim?

That's what I'm thinking, too.

Well, if that's the case,

then the victim didn't live here, either.

He didn't live here. Who was he

and what was he doing in this house?

Anything?

Negatory.

Maybe the tracking collar's out of juice.

Nah. I just think the cell phone
service out here is jack.

Maybe we can circle back to where we were

about two hours ago? Start over again?

This is stupid.

Thomas doesn't even know
if that cat is chipped.

Plus, there's no guarantee if we find it

that it's gonna tell us
who the owner was.

Exactly.

Plus, I can't believe

you didn't bring me a poke bowl.

My bad.

You know, you could at least share.

Dude, you're driving.

How you gonna use chopsticks
and steer at the same time?

You could feed me.

- Let me find a nice one for you.
- Thank you.

That ain't happening.

What you up to?

I am in the process of bruting

the Honolulu County
property appraiser's database.

I have no idea what that means.

I'm launching a series
of brute-force attacks

in order to access
confidential property records.

Still lost.

I need some background on a house.

Ah.

- That's the Waianae area.
- Yes.

You know, that used to be home

to several members of The Company.

Do you mean the Hawaiian Syndicate?

They controlled
criminal activities in the state

from the late '60s to the mid '90s.

That area's coming around, though.

Corporations are buying up property,

homes are being torn down and rebuilt.

It's becoming desirable again.

It's still overpatrolled by the HPD,

so the riffraff tend to stay away.

Thank you, Kumu.

No problem.

What'd I do?

You may have given me a lead.

Ah.

While I was waiting
for Rick and TC to track down

the cat with blood on it,

I decided to check in with my client.

So, we have, uh, some
promising leads on Mittens.

But, in the meantime,

I wanted to give you this.

What do you say?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hey.

Cecilia,

you know, um, when I was a kid,

my uncle had this parrot.

And his name was Buddy.

And I-I loved this bird.

Anyway, Buddy used to sit
on my uncle's shoulder,

like, every morning
when he read the paper,

like... kind of like he was reading, too.

And then one day, Buddy
flew out the kitchen window,

and-and we were all heartbroken.

We thought Buddy was
definitely gone for good.

And then one morning, he flew
back in the kitchen window,

landed on my uncle's shoulder

like-like he never left.

What I'm saying is that...

Buddy, you know,
he wanted to get out there

and see the world, explore.

But at the end of the day,

Buddy knew where his home was.

And I know

that Mittens knows where his home is.

And I'm telling you,

he's gonna be back.

'Kay?

I have to say,

you're a natural with kids.

You ever think of having one of your own?

I came close, once,

to finding someone I
wanted to have kids with.

But, uh...

didn't work out.

What happened?

If-if you don't mind me asking.

It's complicated.

She just, uh...

You know, she wasn't...

wasn't the person I thought she was.

I'm sorry. I got to take this. Can you...

tell Cecilia I'll text her later?

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Higgins.

Got some information on the
house where we found the body.

It seems it was once owned by the mob,

until it was seized
by the feds back in the day.

The title is now held
by what I believe to be

an FBI shell company,
which leads me to think

it could very well be a safe house.

Well, if you're right,
then it could be a hit,

and maybe the dead guy's an informant

or a-a witness in a case.

Possibly.

And the fact that the house was sanitized

less than two hours
after the murder means

we're dealing with something
very high-stakes.

Hey, Higgins, I...

Hang on. I got Rick and TC calling in.

Hey, guys.

We got Higgins on the line. What's up?

We found your cat.

- Which one?
- The one not named Mittens.

Calling this one Satan. Damn thing's

swiping at me like Floyd Mayweather.

Actually, his real name's Max.

How do you know his name?

How do you think?
We took him to the vet and had

his chip scanned. Got his address, too.

Wait, hang on... you guys

both knew you can chip an animal?

- Of course.
- Doesn't everybody know that?

Uh, Magnum didn't.

Uh, whatever.

Just send us the address.

You know,

I think I'm actually getting
pretty good at this.

Once I figured out how to apply
the right amount of pressure

to the tension wrench...

Patio door was open.

That's our dead guy.

And he is definitely the owner
of Max the cat.

Looks like our victim's name
is Colin Francis.

- Mm.
- Anything on there?

It's password-protected.

Can you get us in?

I can't do it with you
breathing down my neck.

Shoo, Magnum.

I need to focus.

What do you want me to do?

Oh, I don't know.

You're a private investigator.

Investigate?

I'm not done yet.

Looks like you were right about
that place being a safe house.

He was FBI.

Yeah. I think he was the agent
assigned to look after

the safe house.

How you doing with the computer?

I'm... in.

We got to find out who Colin
was holding in the safe house.

There's got to be
some case logs or files.

You think whoever he was
protecting might've killed him,

and that's who ran from us?

- Possibly.
- Mm.

This appears to be
the only active case file.

All right, Robert. Whenever you're ready.

My name is Robert Fraser.

Until three weeks ago, I was a CPA

for Devlin-Fairburn, uh,

an accounting firm
in O-Orange County, California.

I'd been working there about 18 months

when I noticed a number
of suspicious transactions

while reviewing
some corporate tax returns.

Eventually, I uncovered
a large money laundering

and tax evasion scheme
that was being perpetrated

by the Vasiliev Clan,

a Los Angeles-based crime syndicate.

I reported my findings
to the federal authorities,

who then proceeded to...

Robert?

I'm sorry.

My-my wife and my kids...
they're okay, right?

Yes. We've moved
them to a secure location.

They're being monitored 24/7.

Let's just get through this, okay?

Then we'll record a message for them.

I'm gonna guess
that's Agent Francis offscreen.

And I think it's fair to assume

that Mr. Fraser is not the man
who ran from us.

What-what is that?

Hive.

Uh, it's a service that monitors

motion from surveillance cameras
and uploads the clips.

Must be how Agent Francis

was keeping tabs on the place
when he wasn't there.

Robert!

- What? What's going on?
- We got to move. Now.

- Wh-What are you talking about?
- My computer at work... it was breached.

And I don't think it was done remotely.

We got to go. Now. Don't take anything.

Just go.

Wait, where's the rest of it?

The program only uploads
16 seconds at a time.

Robert, run! Go, go!

Well, we got the shooter's face.

That's something.

Why is he hanging around?

Why isn't he going after Fraser?

He's realizing that his DNA
is all over the body.

Therefore, his priority
is to scrub the crime scene

and dispose of the victim.

At this point, that's more important

than the witness
who he knows he can track.

And there's Max the cat.

What now?

We have to show this to Katsumoto

and make sure
we keep the FBI in the dark.

If what Colin

says in the clip is true
and his computer was breached,

then they have a compromised agent.

You know him?

That's Carl Nadella.

He's a federal agent.

Local.

We served on a joint gang
task force a few years back.

So the syndicate contracted
one of the FBI's own

to kill Fraser before
he could testify against them.

Yeah, and now we have

to find him before Nadella
fulfills that contract.

I'm gonna ping Nadella's phone,
have HPD pick him up.

What?

Nadella's a sharp agent.

Tons of experience.

He'll know that there's cops in the area.

You thinking of going alone?

Just stay here.

Are you trying to get spotted?

Uh, no. I'm trying not to lose him.

Perhaps I should drive.

Relax, okay? I got this.

Thomas Magnum.

Why you following me?

Uh...

Word of advice:

if you want to tail someone,

don't do it in a red Ferrari.

Look, we brought this thing to you, okay?

This is kind of our deal.

Nadella's cell signal's coming
from the old industrial area

near Ala Wai Harbor.

He has a boat nearby in the marina.

That's where I'm headed.

Stay here, stay on your phones.

If you see Carl, you call me.

No hero moves.

I'll go this way, you go that way.

Yup.

Wait.

Wait!

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, please...
please don't kill me.

Easy, Robert. I'm unarmed.

Who are you?

How-how do you know my name?

My name is Juliet. I'm here with the HPD.

I know all about you and what happened.

It's okay. You're safe.

But we have to move... now.

No, no, I-I'm supposed
to meet another agent here,

a friend of Colin's.

Carl, right?

Yes. How do you know?

He's the one who killed Colin.

He has lured you here
to do the same to you.

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You were at the house.

Who are you?

Just a guy hired to find a cat.

Well, you should have stuck to your job.

You've reached Thomas Magnum,
private investigator,

- please leave a message.
- Magnum, where are you?

Call me when you get this.

Mahalo.

Nadella's car was picked up by cameras

at the Ala Wai Boat Harbor.

His gate card was used to access

the parking lot, his slip is empty.

He must have run into Magnum

and now they're both on Nadella's boat.

If Magnum's still alive.

Tell me something, Carl.

You flying solo on this?

Did you approach the Vasiliev Clan

or did they approach you?

Who was that woman I saw you with today?

Why do you want to know...
you want to kill her too?

You know what's strange?

You've left a trail of bodies behind you,

but not the one you were hired to kill.

No trail.

Been cleaning up after myself.

Oh, you're now dumping Colin, huh?

And then you.

You might want to rethink things.

You weren't hired
to kill an FBI agent and a P.I.

I'm guessing the crime syndicate
who hired you to take out

that witness is not gonna be too happy.

I'm thinking, after this little cruise

on the ocean, you're gonna
get a bullet in you.

Shut up and drive.

Higgins?

- What's up?
- It's Magnum.

He's in trouble.

All right.

Slow her down, drop anchor.

We're gonna find him, right?

You're damn right we will.

Coast guard's on it, too.

Why didn't you just throw me overboard?

You do something stupid,
and I just might.

We have bingo fuel.

We got to take this bird back.

There!

It's them!

I knew it, baby.

This man is a survivor, always.

Katsumoto, we found him.

Looks like I'm going for a swim.

Get it, Rick.

TC's out of fuel.

Coast guard's 20 minutes out.

You okay?

Yeah.

The hardest part of my work
is telling someone

you couldn't finish the job.

Now, try telling that to a little girl

who lost her pet.

It worked.

What worked?

Leaving the window open.

Mittens came back.

50 cents for two days work.

Thank you very much.

Oh.

Thank you for being so gracious.

Well, you know, it's easy,
with a client like that.

Plus, I got, uh...

got paid in full,
which doesn't always happen.

Uh...

do want to grab coffee sometime, maybe?

I'd love to.

Great.

But...

Oh, not the "but."

I would really love to, Thomas.

I think there's someone
you need to get over first.

Yeah.

I'm working on that.

Well, just know...

when you feel the time is right,

call me.

I'll do that.

Good-bye, Isabelle.

Good-bye.

Oh... Look out!

That's enough, lads.

Magnum, you ever play 'ula maika?

- Can't say that I have.
- You are welcome to join us.

No, I've actually got big plans.

I'm going to bed. Since you woke me up

two days ago, I've barely had any sleep.

- E kala mai I aúu. That was my fault.
- No, no.

It was me who asked Kumu
to get your shirt.

Oh, um,

- on that note...
- Yes, Magnum.

I promised you a replacement.
I haven't forgotten.

Is that why you're here?

No. I actually wanted to say

that I appreciate your help today.

Is that all?

Girl, they broke the mold

after they made you.

- Is there anything else?
- Well,

I saved your life.

Technically, I saved my own life.

Yes, but... technically,

you'd still be out at sea,
dehydrated and delirious

from sunstroke had I not
called your friends.

I should wear a referee whistle
when I'm with you two.

Okay, thank you, Higgins, for calling TC

and finding me before

the coast guard did. Enjoy your game.

Pleasant dreams, Magnum.

Hope you win, Kumu.

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