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This wouldn't have happened
if you hadn't snuck up on me.

Are you actually gonna blame me for this?

Of course I am. You came out of nowhere,

totally ninja'd me.

That's why I dropped the bottle.

A bottle you never should've
taken in the first place,

because it doesn't belong to you.

Yeah, but it wasn't for me.
It was for a client.

You know the bodyguarding job?

I was gonna wine and dine them...
eh, well, wine them anyway.

I thought you'd be okay with it.

And why would you think that?

Because it was a big payday

that would lead to more work.

I mean, you're the one who told me

that I got to start treating
what we do more like a business.

Yes, but if you recall, Magnum,

I didn't want you to pursue
that client in the first place,

because we already have a job lined up.

Yeah, but that was a probate case.

It was a small little nothing job.

The fee wouldn't have even paid for gas.

Oh, my God.

You didn't.

What?

Magnum, this was a '95 Chateau Sauni�re.

Yeah. I heard it was pretty good.

This bottle of wine costs $7,000.

What?

It's worth far more
than that job would ever pay.

Okay, well, maybe we should
get the old Shop-Vac.

- We can suck some of it up and...
- Are you for real?

You can't put the genie
back in the bottle.

You mean wine, but, yes,
it's-it's like when you drop

a piece of food on the floor,
if the floor's clean,

food's still good,
and this floor's clean.

Are you referring
to the three-second rule?

Doesn't apply to liquids.

Noelani, what's up?

Magnum, you need to get to
Kings Medical right away.

Why? What happened?

I was coming up from the hospital morgue

when I saw paramedics wheel in

your detective friend Harry Brown.

Magnum, he's been shot.

- What? Okay.
- You need to get down here.

- You better hurry.
- I'm on my way.

- He's evasive. Got it.
- I want epinephrine now.

Let's shock. Get the pads on him.

- Pull up, and below 150.
- Everyone, clear.

Hey.

- Noelani.
- Hey.

They stabilized him,
and he's in surgery now.

They're doing everything that they can.

Look, I got to get back to
the medical examiner's office.

You gonna be okay?

Thanks.

- So, any idea what happened?
- Still gathering info.

He was found in a ditch
by a hiker out in Waimanalo.

- Waimanalo?
- Yeah.

That doesn't make sense. He was
supposed to be in Makakilo.

How do you know that?

He was working on a probate case.

The lawyer from the estate
hired us, but we...

But we handed the case off to Harry.

Talked to him this morning,
he said he was following a lead.

Well, CSU's at the scene right now,

and based on tire tracks
and one set of footprints,

it looks like an attempted body dump,

so maybe Harry was in Makakilo
earlier, perp shot him,

tossed him in the trunk,
then drove to Waimanalo.

Well, any luck with Harry's phone?

Wasn't on him. His car's missing, too.

But after the docs remove
the slugs, we'll run ballistics.

Hopefully, that'll get us a lead.

Harry called me a couple hours ago,

didn't leave a message.

I figured he was just checking in, but...

he was in trouble.

Magnum, we can't yet be certain that this

has anything to do with the probate case.

You said it yourself... it's
a small nothing little case.

But maybe I was wrong.

Uh, maybe the person he was looking
for didn't want to be found.

HPD will follow up
with the estate lawyer,

get the name of the heir
Harry was looking for.

- Can you text me the lawyer's info?
- Of course.

Harry's retired HPD, one of our own.

We'll catch whoever did this.

- Where's he going?
- Where do you think?

You aren't gonna be the only ones

looking for the person who did this.

Protesters are gathering

near the heiau that was
discovered on Halloween,

and it appears the developer
is still moving forward

with plans for construction,

showing little regard for the
site's cultural significance.

Road closed due to desecration.

Road closed due to desecration.
Road closed due to desecration.

Hey, check this out.

They're blocking access
to the construction site,

and guess who's leading the charge, huh?

What's wrong?

Harry Brown's been shot.

What? Is he okay?

He's in surgery, but the doctors
are saying it's-it's pretty bad.

What the hell happened?

It's a long story, but, look,

Harry's car is missing,
and we need to find it.

Could you call your buddy Kawika?

He's got spotters all over
the island, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, how about your friend

who has the taxi cab company?

Maybe he can have his guys
keep a lookout.

Done. I also got a guy
who owns a tow truck service.

Perfect. More eyes the better.
Look, this is...

Harry's make and model,
license plate of his car.

All right, I'll let you know
if I hear anything.

You okay?

Yeah.

Thanks, Rick.

I got into Harry's cloud.

Not much there.

He did take some photos
in the last eight hours.

They uploaded automatically,
but they're pretty mundane.

There's two pictures of his dog

and one of a children's pink bicycle.

I guess it's his granddaughter's.

- So we have nothing.
- Well,

not quite. Gordon texted.
HPD has spoken to the lawyer.

The estate belonged to an Alfred Waiola,

and the heir that Harry was looking for

was a man by the name of Kenny McCoy.

- HPD looking for him?
- Yeah,

but they're also considering
the possibility

that Harry may have been targeted.

By someone he put away?

Yeah. They're looking
into people he's caught

who have been released recently.

They think maybe someone
wanted their pound of flesh.

You can't blame yourself, you know.

Why not?

Look, in our line of work,

cases get passed on all the time.

I mean, it wasn't that long ago
that Harry passed on one to you.

Yeah, because of a health issue.

It's not like we gave him the job

because we were too busy helping someone.

I was chasing a payday,
and because of that,

Harry could die.

TC, you really didn't have to come here.

Uh, I didn't sit out here
all Halloween night

just for the heiau to get destroyed.

I got your back.

Mahalo, TC. You're a good egg.

You know that girl?

She's an intern at the cultural center.

Moved to the island from the mainland

a couple of years ago with her mom.

A passionate young lady.

Hi, Miss Tuileta.

Aloha, Molly.

It's so nice to see you here.

After hearing you talk
about what was happening,

I wanted to come support you.

Oh, mahalo.

I-I did some more research,

and I understand now
how sacred these places are

and why we have to protect them.

Kuleana, right?

Our responsibility. That's right.

Kuleana.

I'm on with Rick.

He just got off with Kawika.

Any luck? Yeah, one of his guys

spotted Harry's car
in a parking lot downtown.

So, whoever did this

dumped the car; thereafter,
they tried to dispose of Harry.

Yeah. Thanks, Rick.

This isn't the way downtown.

No, I figured I'd stop
by Harry's place first.

There's someone who should
be there when he wakes up.

That's Harry's car.

Stay.

Ah, look at that.
He listens better than you do.

Higgins.

It's fresh blood.

It's got to be Harry's.

So they used his own car
to move his body to Waimanalo.

Harry's six-two.

This seat is way too close
to the steering wheel.

Whoever drove this car
has got to be at least

six inches shorter.

Oh, Magnum.

Inside the seat is a rather strange place

to keep a cell phone, don't you think?

Maybe they planted it there
as a tracking device.

I've done it before.

If somebody was following Harry,
maybe he was targeted.

Whoever's responsible for this
isn't very good.

Firstly, they don't make sure
that Harry's actually dead,

and secondly, they leave
a cell phone in the car.

It's amateur hour.

Hopefully, it'll make it
easier to track them.

I ran the cell phone's IMEI number

and traced it to a...

Gavin Waiola.

Gavin Waiola. The will
in probate is Alfred Waiola,

- so they got to be related.
- Uh-huh.

Gavin is Alfred's nephew.

Which means he could have a claim

to his uncle's
multimillion-dollar estate.

Unless a private investigator
found another heir.

Maybe Gavin wanted to make sure
that didn't happen.

Perhaps we should drop off Harry's dog

before we go to see Mr. Waiola.

TC.

Yo, Rick filled me in. What can I do?

I think we got it covered.

Come on, man. Your friend's been shot.

There's got to be some way I can help.

Look, you're already doing it by
being there and representing us.

We appreciate it.

All right.

But if there's anything,
anything you need,

I'm here for you, bro.

Hey, can you tell Kumu we're proud of her

and we really wish we can be there?

Will do.

I got to go.

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

What is that, a, uh, '55 Bel Air?

'56, actually.

- Wow. She's a beauty.
- Thanks.

How can I help you?

Oh, um, it's funny.

I think... I think
you might have misplaced this.

No idea what you're talking about.

Really? That's funny, because
we just tracked it to you.

Oh, that...

That can't be right.

Please don't insult our intelligence.

Look, we know about your claim
to your late uncle's estate,

and we know you were following the P.I.

working for the probate lawyer.

And now that P.I. is in the
hospital fighting for his life.

Someone shot him

and left him for dead in a ditch.

Wait, you think I did that? Are you...?

Do I look like that kind of a guy?

You look like the kind of guy
who has motive.

HPD will see it that way.

Okay. I tracked him,
but I wouldn't hurt him.

When my uncle died, I was expecting

to inherit some real money.

And then you found out there was
someone else who had a claim.

And that firm was using Harry
to track that person down.

I just wanted to find out
where that P.I. was going.

There's a lot of money at stake.

I swear to you, I don't know anything

about the guy getting shot.

Right. Where were you this morning?

Out at Zombies,
surfing with a couple buddies.

And is there anyone else who can vouch

for your whereabouts
other than your buddies?

Actually, yeah.

Zombies is a restricted beach
on the Marine Corps base.

We were busted for trespassing.
MPs will tell you.

Were you tracking Harry this morning?

Yeah.

I used Friend-Finder.

He was at a house in Makakilo,
and then I lost his signal.

We're gonna need that address.

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

It's okay.

They're just here to make
sure everyone's safe.

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Okay, folks, let's clear the way here.

Let these vehicles through.

Hold on. This is a peaceful
demonstration, Sergeant.

We're here to protect the land,

- which is our ancestral right.
- Maybe so, ma'am,

but I've got orders to shut you down.

Daniel.

You understand why we're here.

Some of your fellow officers
are even related to a few of us.

I know, Kumu.

But we got a job to do.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Because we're not going anywhere.

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!

Aloha 'Aina...

Hello?

All addressed to Kenny McCoy.

The heir Harry was looking for.

No one's home.

Judging by the mail that's
piled up by the front door,

maybe they're out of town.

So, this was the last place Harry was

before he was left for dead,
but how'd he end up shot?

Hey, Higgins, do you have those pictures

that you downloaded from Harry's cloud?

Yeah.

It's the same bike.

Okay, so he comes back here,
he sees that bike

and, for some reason,

goes next door to take a picture.

All of the bedroom drawers
are still open.

Someone must have left in a hurry.

Magnum. Is that...

That's definitely a bullet hole.

Yeah.

There. Blood.

Harry must have been shot,
then tried to escape this way.

That's glass from a shattered cell phone.

So, Harry could've collapsed here,

tried to make a phone call,
but whoever was after him

destroyed his cell phone
before he could leave a message.

But why was Harry shot
in the first place?

Because he was trespassing?

Magnum, we need to get HPD
down here immediately.

Yeah, we do.

Higgins.

There's power running
to this shed and a bunch

of locks on the door.
You don't find that strange?

Yes, definitely.

Good God.

Found fresh fingerprints,
but no hits in the NCIC database.

The parents of whoever
was being held in there

must not have had their child printed.

If a child goes missing,

HPD's gonna test the home for DNA, right?

Yes, and assuming there's
a usable sample in that shed,

we'll get an I.D.

But based on the clothes, the drawings,

I'm thinking the kid would be
around 12 years old.

You got something, Kanae?

House is a rental.
Tenant's name is Melinda Mosley.

We got a hit on an open case.

Child abduction.
Three and a half years ago,

Melinda's nine-year-old daughter
Peyton went missing.

Get a BOLO out right away, and make sure

Melinda's credit and ATM cards
are flagged.

So, maybe Peyton didn't go missing.

Maybe her mother's been keeping
her locked in this shed

for the past three years.

There have been instances
where parents have hidden a kid,

then reported them missing.

They do it to get sympathy and attention,

like Munchausen by proxy.

So, perhaps Harry found Peyton
locked in the shed,

and then Melinda shot him
before he could notify anyone.

And after disposing of Harry and his car,

she decided to lay low for a bit,

see if anybody was suspicious.

She may have botched killing Harry,

but she was smart enough to go
underground as a precaution.

You know what I just realized?

With all the illegal and
borderline illegal stuff

that Thomas always gets us involved in,

it's pretty funny this is what
you and Kumu get busted for.

Civil disobedience.

Molly.

Hi, Mom.

- Are you okay? Are you hurt?
- I'm fine.

What were you thinking?

Why would you get involved
in something like this?

This isn't our fight.

Excuse me, Ms. Ward.

Uh, in defense of your daughter,
we had no intention of...

She's 16, and she was arrested.

But Molly took a stand against
injustice, which is admirable.

A lot of young people are
so consumed with trivial things,

they don't take a stand against anything.

Isn't that wonderful.

But Molly's applying
for colleges right now.

How would a record look for them?

That ever occur to you?

Come on.

Harry just got out of surgery.

Have they notified his family?

Yeah. They're flying in right now.

You know, if you hadn't handed
this probate case to Harry,

the police wouldn't be looking
into a kidnapping right now.

Surely, that must have occurred to you.

I know.

That's why we need to
solve this case for Harry.

Yeah, I couldn't agree more.

And to that end,
I've done my own deep dive

on Melinda Mosley.

What'd you find?

Okay, so she's a local real estate agent

with an office in Waipahu.

She has no social media
presence to speak of,

but I did find a clue as to
her potential whereabouts.

She owns a cabin on the North Shore.

HPD must be aware of that.

Yeah, I'm not so sure.
It's not listed under Melinda's name.

It's owned by her LLC.

So there's no connection to her

in the public records to this property?

It's a good place to lay low.

She's just so sweet and beautiful.

When you hear her giggle, it's...

I miss holding my baby.

I miss her Eskimo kisses, and I miss her.

Peyton is the only family I have,

and I beg anyone with any information

to please, please, please contact HPD.

Baby girl, if you're watching this,

I will never stop looking for you.

Never.

What kind of person
could perpetrate such a hoax?

What on earth could motivate them?

No car.

Don't see any tire tracks.

Doesn't seem like anyone's
been here in a while.

This place has been
locked up for a while.

She must be hiding elsewhere.

Let's see if there's something
here that can help us find her.

Magnum.

Turns out Melinda Mosley has
a cabin up on the North Shore.

No one's been here for a while,
but we did find something.

- What's that?
- She has a prescription for quetiapine.

It's an antipsychotic people use

to treat certain mental disorders.

Well, that could explain
some of her behavior.

We also looked into

Melinda's medical history.

She started therapy not long after

Peyton supposedly disappeared,

but she stopped eight months later.

However, the notes from those sessions

could provide valuable insight
and help us find her.

What's the doctor's name?

Uh, Dr. Linda Samuels.

But there might be a problem.

She died three years ago
in a car accident.

But still, I'm pretty sure by law...

The notes from those sessions
have to be kept

- for an extended period of time.
- Exactly.

However, they might prove
difficult to get ahold of,

given doctor/patient confidentiality.

Leave that to me.

Detective.

What is it?

Better if you come with me, sir.

Hold on.

Gordon, what's going on?

Pulled up some floorboards.

We've got remains wrapped in a blanket.

It's a child.

Best guess, it's been here a few years.

It's her. It's Peyton.

Melinda killed her own child
and then reported her missing.

Then who the hell
was locked in that shed?

I thought Melinda was a monster before,

but to kill her own daughter
and then take someone else's...

Yeah, I know.

Why kidnap this other girl?

To replace Peyton?

Maybe.

Given what we know about Melinda,

anything's possible.

Miss Tuileta.

Hello, honey. Is your mom home?

Molly, who's there?

Molly, can I have a few minutes
to talk to your mother alone?

I'm so sorry to bother you, Ms. Ward,

but I wanted to apologize.

You should know that what
we were protesting today

was very important.

Do you go to church?

Yes.

Well, the heiau, places like that,

those are our churches.

Sacred for us.

Part of our heritage.

When I was growing up,

we couldn't even
speak Hawaiian in school.

It wasn't allowed.

I don't think we're in danger
of going back to those days,

but...

preserving our culture is
a never-ending struggle for us.

And you're right, this isn't your fight.

It isn't my friend TC's fight, either.

But he was there, and so was Molly,

because they understand
how important this is.

And whatever you think of me,

I think you've raised a wonderful

and compassionate young woman.

If you could just let me take a look

at the notes from the therapy.

I wish I could help you, Detective,

but I'll need that court order.

There's a kidnapped girl
out there. Every second counts.

That doesn't matter to you?

It does, but rules exist for a reason.

You're a cop. You know the law.

Come back with a court
order, and we'll talk.

Somewhere in those notes,
there might be a clue,

something to help us find her.

I'm not walking out of here without them.

- I'm just doing my job.
- You're a doctor.

Your job, first and foremost,
is to do no harm.

Mr. Brown, no.

Mr. Brown...

Can I have a piece of paper?

You want to write something down?

Okay.

Magnum.

Just got off the phone
with Harry's nurse.

He's conscious.

Thank God.

Yeah, a-and get this.

The first thing he did
when he woke up was

he wrote down a name: Isabella Kai.

Does that mean anything to you?

Let me look.

Got a hit.

Isabella Kai went missing
when she was nine years old.

Disappeared almost a year after Peyton.

And get this... she was last
seen on a pink bicycle.

The pink bike, like in Harry's photo.

That's got to be the girl in the shed.

It says here the family hired Harry

to look into the case when
our investigation hit a wall.

Yeah, he must have seen
the bike in the backyard

and-and just remembered the case.

My God, what are the odds?

Cahill, get a MAILE Alert out
on Isabella Kai right away.

Current age, 11 and a half.
Also goes by...

Katsumoto?

Hang on. Get that alert out.

Gordie, what's going on?

Melinda often talked to her shrink

about the day Peyton
supposedly went missing.

One time, she blamed it
on a girl from the neighborhood.

A girl named Bella.

Isabella's file says she
sometimes goes by Bella for short.

- Melinda was talking about her.
- So, wait.

Melinda kills Peyton,
and then lies about it,

and then comes to believe the lie,

and that Isabella Kai
is somehow responsible.

It was around this time

that her shrink began to suspect Melinda

was suffering from psychosis.

She must have had some kind
of break from reality.

Convinced herself Peyton was missing

and that Isabella had
something to do with it.

Look, I gotta run. I'll let you know

if there's anything else.

It's all starting to make sense.

I don't know about that.

Regardless, we still have no leads

as to where Melinda
and Isabella might be.

Well, she's not at the cabin, right?

She's not at the rental.

She still needs a place
over her head, right?

She can't go to a motel.
It's too visible.

Pull up her property listings.

- What are you thinking?
- I-I got a hunch.

This could be a long shot,
but maybe we'll get lucky.

What's the oldest
property she has listed?

It's a three-bedroom in Moanalua.

It's been on the market for 184 days.

It's secluded. Good place to hide.

And as the listings agent, she
would definitely have access.

That's Melinda's car.

I'm gonna go around,
see if I can get to Bella.

Keep an eye on her.

...investigation that
brought down the once respected...

Come on. Come on!

Who are you? What do you want?

Melinda, my name is Thomas Magnum.

I'm a private investigator.

No one wants to hurt you.

Go away! You leave us alone!

I'm sorry. I can't do that.

Please, just go!

Melinda, I'm gonna put my weapon away...

and come out.

Okay?

Okay, don't shoot.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

I just want to talk.

I know what you've been through.

And I can't begin to imagine
the pain that you felt

when you lost Peyton.

The guilt must have been overwhelming.

I know how that feels.

To have to carry that burden.

And it was too much for you to live with,

so you put it on someone else.

But when you did that,
you weren't yourself.

Not completely. You're not well.

Melinda.

But we can get you help.

It's too late for that now.

No, that's not true.

You can't bring Peyton back.

But you can save Bella.

And you can save yourself.

There's something inside you
that is beyond your control

that led you to make
those terrible decisions.

But today... you can make a good one.

Please, just put the gun down.

It's okay.

Can you let Bella go?

Bella, I want you to go
with my friend, okay?

She's right back there. Go.

It's gonna be okay.

Melinda talking yet?

Not really.

We asked her about
the kidnapping, about Peyton.

She wouldn't tell us anything.

I'm sure we'll get answers in time.

For now, I'm just glad

that young lady is
reunited with her family.

Listen, I got to go.

The lieutenant wants me
in his office in ten minutes.

Is everything all right?

I may have been a little aggressive

in getting those patient notes.

The doctor I had to go through
filed a complaint.

How much trouble do you think you're in?

Not sure yet.

But between that and
assaulting Tony Zhao recently,

I'm probably looking at
a disciplinary hearing.

- Sorry to hear that.
- You should be.

The way I see it, it's all your fault.

How do you figure?

Well, before you came into my life,

my professional record was spotless.

Now crossing the line
has become a regular thing.

You're saying I'm a bad influence on you?

That's what I'm saying.

But when we have outcomes like today,

I guess I can't really complain.

So... she told you
everything that happened?

Yeah. Yeah.

Isabella invited Peyton to hang out

at the park with some friends,

and she started to feel sick,
so she went home early.

She was running a fever,
so Melinda ran her a bath,

gave her some medicine.

She ended up passing out
in the bath and drowning.

Oh, God.

So my guess is, at that point,
Melinda panicked.

Well, she was the only one
with Peyton at the time,

and in her paranoia, she
thought she would get blamed,

so she decided to cover it up.

Eventually, over time,
she started to hear voices,

and these voices blamed Isabella.

So she grabbed her and-and what?

Was gonna her until
she gave up the truth?

Which was never gonna happen.

I mean, this was all in her head.

But eventually, the symptoms subsided,

and she realized the-the
horrible mistake she made.

Right, but she was in too deep
with no way out.

She knew that if she came forward,

she'd end up in prison for life.

She was never gonna hurt this girl.

But she couldn't let
her go, either, so...

she held her.

That's the craziest story
I've ever heard, Thomas.

And believe me, I've heard them all.

Yeah.

Definitely one for the books.

Oh, and, um...

turns out the neighbor behind
Melinda's house, Kenny McCoy,

he actually was the heir,

so you solved

two cases, all from a hospital bed.

Yeah, right.

Harry...

I'm sorry.

Kid... please.

I was meant to be there to see that bike.

Now, you call it fate,

call it destiny,
call it whatever you want.

But old Harry was meant to be there.

I truly believe that.

Can you wear a bell or something?

Have you not learned anything
from the last time

I caught you down here?

Yes. I have learned,
and I'm not stealing.

I'm replacing.

I beg your pardon?

You know the bottle you
broke... I-I got a new one.

Okay, firstly, that was not my fault.

And secondly, you're telling me

you replaced a $7,000 bottle of wine?

I find that a little hard to believe.

See for yourself.

Yeah.

Okay.

How did you afford this bottle of wine?

Did you sell an organ?

No.

Rick hooked me up with his wine supplier.

He sold it to me for wholesale.

It's still a small fortune,
but I'm making payments,

and I'm gonna do it.

Hmm.

Well, maybe
this lucrative bodyguarding job

will lead to more work
and you can pay it off

sooner than you thought.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

After I went to investigate
Harry's shooting,

the client picked somebody else.

I see.

Tough break.

Yeah.

You know,

you look like you could use

a glass of wine right about now.

No. After this ordeal, I honestly...

I think I've learned my lesson.

Doubtful.

This...

is a 2012 Charles Baudet.

Same terroir,
similar minerality and depth,

but considerably less expensive

than the bottle that you broke.

Now, hold on.
So you're gonna help yourself

- to one of Robin's wines?
- Mm-hmm.

That is very un-Higgins-like of you.

I mean, I guess your boorish behavior

is rubbing off on me.

I guess I am a bad influence.

That you are.