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Previously on Magnum PI.

When Robin Masters offered me the job as live-in security consultant as a way to

supplement my PI business, I jumped at it. This is... Juliet Higgins, major

domo of the estate.

I oversee the property and the people that work here. So you're his boss.

That would require Magnum to actually have a job.

Can you contact one of your old MI6 buddies for a background check? Magnum,

I'm no longer MI6.

Is that necklace really a spy camera? Touch it and break your fingers.

That's Rick.

If you want something on the island, Rick is the man to see. That's right.

Dig. That's TC.

He runs the best helicopter tour business in Hawaii.

Friends like those come around once in a lifetime.

A pie.

You know what your problem is?

I'm terrible at golf?

Besides that, your club face is rotating open on your backswing. That's why

you're slicing the ball.

She's right.

She's always right.

And in case you're wondering, this is Tehuila Tuileta. We call her Kumu. It

means teacher.

When Robin Masters bought this place, Kumu came with it. Her family's been

living in this area since the 1700s.

Besides being my own personal golf pro, she's the cultural curator of the

estate.

Watch your pelvic tilt.

Big arch. Come on, let me see that Kavakian foot.

Oh, oh no, less Kim, more Kendall.

Remember, full shoulder turn.

Not him!

Four! Uh-oh.

You lost your mind.

Oh, look at the time. I've got to brief the staff. Aloha!

She's just helping me with my long game. I can't help it if Mr. Magnum sucks.

I know you can be a little thick, Magnum, but did you ever consider maybe

turning around and hitting the ball in the opposite direction?

Oh, into the ocean? So you can have me arrested for polluting? Forget about it.

You know she would have done that.

No question. Are you aware there are over 20 public golf courses on this

island? Why don't you use one of them?

Hmm, she makes a good point.

Wait, which side are you on?

The side that pays my salary, Mr. Masters.

But since he's not here...

I gotta back up my sister.

Girl power.

May I help you?

Yeah, Luther H. Gillis to see Magnum?

Yes.

Guess he's right here.

Hey!

How you doing, Luther?

I thought you were in St. Louis.

I was.

Vacation? Skip Trace.

So, I know why you're here, and I just want to let you know I'm a little light

right now.

Slow your roll. Dude, I didn't come here for your poker money that you owe me.

No? No, no.

I came here to do you a solid. Yeah, I got you a referral.

Thank you for that, but I'm the competition. Why would you want to throw

me a case?

First of all, you're not my competition.

Secondly, you do good work, it could square you up.

Okay, so what's the case?

A little sketchy on the deet.

Client's name is Neil Crawford.

Nice shot.

He left a message on my service asking me to meet him over at King's Medical

today. This guy a doctor or a patient?

I don't know.

I mean, some dude looking for background information on his fiancée. I call it a

pre-prenup.

Is that even a thing?

It is at the check clears, homie.

Actually, you wouldn't know because you don't have money. Anyway, I'll let him

know you're coming.

Don't embarrass me. And also, it would behoove you to work slowly.

Maybe milk three or four days, capisce?

Yes. Oh, I forgot.

60% off the top goes to me, so that should clear your poker debt.

Great. 40% plus expenses.

Wow. You are so funny. Expenses come out of your end.

Later, player.

Okay, I have to admit it. That was a smooth move.

Luther handed me a case to make sure I paid my poker debt. I just hope there's

enough left over after this job to fill up the Ferrari.

Mr. Magnum? Neil Crawford.

This is Tara, my fiancée.

Can I ask what happened?

I don't remember much. It was a hit and run.

HPD have any leads?

No. But they're investigating.

You're probably wondering why I want to hire a PI right now.

I figured you want somebody outside of HPD looking for whoever hit you.

Uh, yeah, no, this is about something else.

After the accident, the hospital started running all these tests, one of which

was a CAT scan, and it revealed something... odd.

Apparently, Tahara had extensive reconstructive surgery on her face.

According to the doctor, there's no sign of any physical trauma to warrant it,

and we're talking multiple operations.

You had no idea.

We've been together a couple years now, and she never said a thing.

She must have had her reasons.

Yeah, well, whatever they are, I'd like to know why she changed her face, and

I'm hoping that you can find out for me. You could wait for her to wake up.

Ask her.

Yeah, I could do that, but then I'd spend the rest of my life questioning

whether or not she told me the truth, and I don't want to feel like I can't

trust her.

I hear you.

Walk away.

This woman's got a secret she doesn't want her fiancé to know about, but I

know what it's like loving someone you can't trust.

And believe me, that's a feeling that you don't want to experience.

Mr. Crawford, got yourself a private investigator.

Most guys in my profession will tell you, never take a case that hits too

close to home.

Messes with your judgment.

But if I turn my back on every case that involved the betrayal of a significant

other, I'd have no career.

Thomas Magnum.

Sorry, do we know each other?

Detective Katsumoto, HBD.

Detective Tanaka's mentioned you a few times.

Oh, yeah, Detective Tanaka. We got this kind of like mutual man crush going on,

so I'm sure it was all very positive. I heard he got promoted to head of

detectives, right?

How's that going?

Honestly, I think he's glad not to be running into you anymore.

Well, you tell him I said aloha. Yeah, better not.

Yeah, that's probably a good idea.

Hey, are you handling the hit and run?

That's right. How do you know about that?

I'm doing something for the fiancé, but unrelated.

Make sure it stays that way.

Copy that.

Yeah, I'm thinking the same thing you are. Detective Katsumoto seems like a

real ray of sunshine.

I'm sure we're going to be great friends.

Speaking of friends, I asked Rick to help me find someone who could show me

what Tara used to look like. For anyone else, that might be a tall order, but

Rick always seems to know a guy. Akella, Magnum, Magnum, Akella, this guy is the

best med lab tech on the island.

How you doing? Yeah, so what do you got for me? Everything you asked for. I got

the CAT scans and some photographs.

So you want me to reverse engineer a forensic facial

reconstruction based on this woman's maxillofacial procedures, yeah?

I have no idea what that means. Can you just show me what Tara would have looked

like before her surgery?

That's what I said.

Technically, you said it nerd-speak, which Magnum doesn't understand.

And you do.

I'm fluent in nerd.

So, I do this for you.

I get a free helicopter tour of the island.

So do.

Sweet.

Uh, yeah.

Give me a couple hours. I'll see what I can do.

Tell me you cleared this with TC, right?

Of course.

Promise me you'll leave me out of this.

Magnum, why are you in the study?

Don't mind me, I'll just be a minute.

Problem is, I do mind.

Because you're using my computer.

It's like watching a chimpanzee trying to operate a typewriter.

What are you doing? Scratch that.

What are you trying to do?

Running a background check on the fiance of a new client.

When's the wedding?

Soon as she wakes up. She's in a coma. She was involved in a hit and run.

That's awful.

Yeah.

Oh, for God's sake, out the way.

Well, first off, This database that you're using is archaic.

You're not going to find much of anything with this.

She's right.

To do a really deep background check actually requires some next-level

software like the kind used by intelligence agencies.

Of course, someone like me can get access to something like that, but an ex

-spy like Higgins?

That's a different story.

Magnum, why are you smiling?

I'm not smiling.

Why do I get the distinct impression that you are toying with me?

I'm afraid you'd be wrong.

Okay, she's not wrong. I was slow typing on purpose to get her to take over. But

before you go judging, you should know that while it might seem like Higgins is

put out by this, I think she secretly misses this kind of work.

Hagen, are you sure you're using the correct name of your current patient?

Yeah. And how old did you say she was? I didn't.

34, though.

Why?

Um, I'll just take a look for yourself.

It seems your client's fiancé is using someone else's identity.

That doesn't make any sense. Why would Tara want to become someone else?

I don't know.

But if we can find out who she was and, you know, we might be able to get some

answers. Actually, this is where you might be able to help.

You see, people can change their name, they can change the way they look, but

they can't change who they are inside.

Are there any details about Tara that you might be able to share?

Likes, interests, that kind of stuff can really help.

I don't know where to start. I mean, she's...

She reads a lot. She's funny.

She's really funny.

How did you two meet?

Picked her up.

Literally, I was an Uber driver, and she looks hard. She volunteers at the Bishop

Museum. She needed a ride.

She doesn't drive.

At all?

No. She doesn't need to.

She works from home, but the truth is she's terrified of getting behind the

wheel. I tried to teach her once, and she just took out a parking meter, so

that was the end of that.

Is there anything about Tara physically that can help identify her?

Oh, she has a scar where she had a tattoo removed.

It's right there.

Take a picture? Yeah.

Which one of these do you think you might want to remove?

Um... All of them?

I'm just here for emotional support.

I'm going to need you to disrobe.

And I'm out.

I'm sure you look great, O'Natural, but I feel like this is going to take a

while, so I'm going to wait in the lobby.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking.

Using a friend to distract a doctor and sneak a look at some files is kind of

shady. But before you judge, remember this. Looking at old photos of tattoos

to help ID someone isn't exactly violating doctor-patient

confidentiality. Also, I have a client in desperate need of answers.

But if you have to judge, trust me, I've done a lot worse.

Okay, I got a hit on your tattoo.

It's linked to an open case, robbery, homicide, unsolved.

Robbery homicide?

Yeah, late night smash and grab at a jewelry store three years ago.

I'm gonna need the whole case file.

It's still an open investigation.

I can get you a hard copy, but I just gotta figure out a way to justify the

request. Well, how about just the basics for now?

Yeah, here we go.

Vic was an employee, shot and killed, homeless guy in the alley behind the

store, reported seeing the same ink on the hand of the masked suspect feeding

the scene.

This mean something to you?

Yeah.

Means my client's fiancée might be a killer.

It was my fault.

We were closed for the day, and I... I asked my son to go back to the store

because I'd forgotten my sunglasses.

Casey must have stumbled into the robbery.

A bullet entered his heart, and he was... He was dead before he hit the

floor, my son.

Easy, Sam.

Hey, I'm sorry to make you guys relive all this.

I just have a couple more questions.

This was made by an expert in forensic facial reconstruction.

Does she look familiar?

No, not to me.

I don't think so.

What, do you think she's involved?

I don't know, to be honest. Right now she's in a coma, and hopefully when she

wakes up we might be able to get some answers.

Look, I don't want to get your hopes up, but if I find anything out, I will let

you know.

Thank you, Mr. Payne.

Sometimes you get lucky, and the clues start falling into place, and the case

basically solves itself.

Not this one.

It seems like every answer leads to more questions. Like, if Tara was behind what

happened, wouldn't it have been easier for her to just skip town?

Instead, she went through the trouble and expense of changing her face, which

makes me ask, what was she sticking around for?

I think I know what this is about.

Thomas!

This is getting ridiculous.

Look, I told you before, I can't be paying off your favors with free

helicopter rides.

Look, I love you, man, but I'm trying to run a business here.

It's the last time. You hear me?

Last time.

How'd it go at the cultural center?

Very well.

I told the board members you volunteered to do cultural tours of the estate when

I'm not available.

You didn't. Of course not!

You think I'd do that to our guests?

That for Magnum?

You're helping him, aren't you?

Absolutely not.

Would it be so bad if you were

Smiling

again, I'm just I'm happy you called No,

I'm serious, whatever it is, it's probably important for you to leave your

post Post is a place at which a soldier is stationed.

I, on the other hand, am the majordomo of one of the largest estates in the

island.

Yet, you're here with information that might help me with my case, which is

what I'm thankful for, and which is why I'm smiling. But, you know, if it makes

you feel any better, I could, I don't know, listen and frown?

Thank you for your appreciation.

You can keep the frown.

So what do you got?

Okay, so after you left, it occurred to me that Tara would most likely have gone

to a plastic surgeon with questionable morals.

Agreed. cross-referencing plastic surgeons with legal, financial, and

ethical problems.

I think I came up with someone who could have done the procedures.

Problem is, he passed away last year.

Okay, so basically you have nothing.

Well, it turns out the FBI froze his files.

Yeah. Maybe somewhere in those files is Tara's real identity.

Yeah, sure, I could do that. You know, wait a few weeks for the FBI to release

documents to a civilian. And maybe, just maybe if I'm really lucky, there might

be some lead inside there worth pursuing.

Or I could just go inside this building right here, where she volunteered,

because outside of her fiancé, the people inside there are probably the

ones who know her the best.

Hi.

I've never seen this woman before.

Are you sure?

She told her fiancé she volunteers here three times a week. I'm sorry. She

doesn't.

Thank you.

Shall we call the FBI now?

Yeah, Tara not only lied about her past life...

She's lying about her current one, too.

So, I have an appointment with an FBI field officer tomorrow.

You're welcome.

It's customary to say thank you first.

We don't want to stand on ceremony. It's better safe than sorry.

Can I ask you a question?

By all means.

What are you doing here?

I mean, really, what are you doing?

Pitching Magnum.

Watching you fumbling around in Mr. Master's office, I couldn't help but

feel for the poor man who hired you.

You just can't do it, can you? Do what?

Just be a normal human being and say, hey, Magnum, I wanted to help.

Help?

Whoa!

Used to play soccer.

From kindergarten to Cambridge.

But it's called football, if you don't mind me saying.

I mind, actually.

After a talk.

I think that was an insult, right? Very much so, yeah.

Okay, well, good to know.

I'll see you around.

Wait, Magnum, I need a ride.

Didn't you take an Uber here?

Okay, an automobile depreciates with every mile and consumes an exorbitant

amount of costly fuel.

Thus, I, unlike some people, don't take advantage of Mr. Master's goodwill

constantly. Right.

Okay, so drop your robin's nest, but I have to make a stop first.

When you asked to make a stop, I didn't think that stop would involve committing

a felony.

Oh, come on. Don't act like you've never done this before.

Oh, I have.

For you.

And I got shot for the trouble, if you remember.

Down and twist.

I know what I'm doing, just... Let me concentrate.

What are you looking for?

The spot.

The spot?

Yeah. Everybody's got one.

Place where they hide stuff, you know, personal stuff, important stuff.

Tara's got to have one. I don't have a spot.

Come on, you're telling me you don't have a go-bag stash somewhere?

You think Tara's spot is in her refrigerator?

No.

Just hungry.

Tara's got a central vacuum system.

Oh, your powers of observation are quite remarkable.

No, it's not that.

Well, I have one of these.

She's got central back.

Admit it.

Pretty good private investigator.

You have had your moments.

Oh, a birthday card. It's a girl named Harper. Got the 8th, 9th, 10th.

Unsealed, still in the envelope, no address, unsent.

So great with your friends and so fearless on the playground.

Well, you should respect your teachers.

Says a lot about you.

It's very detailed observations.

Teachers, playground.

Tara was definitely keeping an eye on this girl.

That's why she came here every day perfect vantage point to watch a kid at

recess

Magnum

you're not thinking of impersonating a police officer. Are you relax?

It's not real You do know what impersonating means, right?

Harper, this is Detective Thomas Magnum and Dr. Higgins. Hi.

They need to ask you a few questions. Is that okay?

But before we get into that, can I just say that I love your top.

Thanks. My grandma gave it to me. Oh, she's got great taste.

So, Harper, I have a question, and it's a pretty easy one. I've got some

photographs I want you to look at.

They're computer-generated, okay?

Do you know who this is?

It...

Kinda looks like... my mom.

Giving a client bad news is never easy.

Unfortunately, it's something I have to do a lot.

I had Neil meet me at Rick's because, well, let's face it, if your fiancé lied

to you about pretty much everything, you'd probably want a drink after.

Her real name's Emily?

Emily Layden.

She's got a kid.

Yeah, a girl named Harper.

Apparently the father was never really involved in her life.

From what I can gather from the school administrator, Emily was a great mom,

but after the incident at the jewelry store, she just disappeared.

Grandmother's been watching Harper ever since.

I know this is tough, just try to keep an open mind.

Open mind?

You just told me the woman I love might be a murderer.

We don't know that, though.

Someone who would go to such extreme lengths to see her daughter doesn't

strike me as the same kind of person who would shoot someone in cold blood.

There's more to this case, and I will find the truth. No, I don't want to know

anymore, so thank you for everything.

You gonna do now? I don't know.

I mean, I still love her, but even if she didn't kill that guy, she still

deceived me about everything else, so... I'm not sure I can get past

that.

Yeah, I've seen that look before.

The gut-wrenching pain of a truth that changes your life forever.

That's the look I've seen in the mirror.

Thomas?

Your buddy Benny from HPD dropped that off for you.

Is that the jewelry store case?

Yep.

Entire case file.

Not that it matters anymore, because according to my client, I did my job.

It wasn't your fault, you know. I know.

Now I'm talking about Hannah, not your client.

You know, I started here as a bartender. I read a lot of faces. I heard a lot of

stories. And let me tell you something. I know you.

And I know that look.

I have a look? Yeah. A man who feels betrayed by the woman he's going to

marry.

Sound familiar?

You got the look of a guy who identifies with your client.

But here's what's different.

Hannah didn't just betray you.

She hurt all of us.

And I'm gonna keep telling you this until you believe it.

TC and I, we never blamed you for it.

Thanks.

What's this?

Nice! Should cover your tab. What are you doing? I need that. So do I. You're

three months behind.

Tell you what though, I'll buy you a beer. That way you don't feel like all

this work was for nothing.

Here you go.

What is it? The sole witness who saw Tara fleeing the scene said she went

into another alleyway, then reported a car driving off.

So she drove off in a car, so what? So Tara, Emily, she doesn't drive. She

doesn't even know how.

I think there was another person involved in this crime. She had a

partner.

Hello, Harper.

Dr. Higgins?

That's right, and Detective Magnum. Is your grandmother here?

You're going to sweep the chimney for this.

Can I help you?

Hi. Yeah, I was wondering if we could talk to you for a minute.

It's about Emily.

I want to see her.

Harper will want to see her. I understand, but she made the decision to

disappear. Not just for her safety, but for the two of you.

She couldn't kill anybody.

I believe you.

Which is why I want to find out who was with her at the jewelry store that

night. Do you have any idea who that could be?

Before she left, she... She had this boyfriend who had her completely spun

around. I never met him, but I could tell.

Emily was afraid of him.

Three years ago, she came to me, wanted to borrow money.

She finally admitted it was for him.

I refused him.

That was the last time we spoke.

Can you tell us anything about this boyfriend?

I couldn't even tell you his name.

He never came to the house.

Did Emily leave a cell phone behind or anything that might help identify him?

I never came across one.

But her room is just as she left it.

You're welcome to go look around.

Where did Emily get this?

Her boyfriend.

He gave it to her after one of their fights. I heard Emily accuse him of

stealing it from his work.

What is it?

You stay here, okay?

Don't leave.

Magnum, what's going on?

Okay, I'm going to take a fairly educated guess here and say that Vel

from the jewelry store was Tara's mystery boyfriend and that the two of

them pulled the robbery together.

But if I'm right, that also means I've got a pretty big problem.

Because I inadvertently told Tara's accomplice that the one person who could

implicate him is laying in a hospital bed like a sitting duck.

Katsumoto. Hey, it's Thomas Magnum. Whatever you do, just don't hang up.

It's important.

Where are you? I'm on my way to the hospital.

She's up.

What do you mean, up? Tara. She's out of her coma.

I'm going over to let her and her fiancé know we found the driver that hit them.

Yeah, listen.

Get to her room and stay there, okay? Do not leave.

What's going on?

I think Tara might be in danger. I'll explain when I get there.

Tom, you can't just sit in traffic like everybody else.

Stay for the air.

Gotta get to the hospital now.

Hatsumaru.

R, you want to tell me exactly what's going on?

And what are you doing snooping around an unsolved homicide? I'm sorry.

She's gone. Unidentified male. Early 30s. Came in, dropped him, and took her

at gunpoint. Happened right before I got here. Any idea where he's taking her?

Get it. Get it.

Hurry up.

Get in there.

Mom.

I'm so sorry.

No, it's okay.

Okay, that's enough. That's enough. I want this stuff. Where is it? Val.

Emily, who is this? I'm the guy that she stabbed in the back. Just calm down. She

said it was here. Now show me. Show him? Show him what? Emily, what is he talking

about? The jewelry that we stole. Your daughter. She hid it.

to me and I'll be gone.

Papa, come here, sweetie.

Okay.

I don't want you to worry. I don't want you to do me a favor. Do you know the

people who live next door?

Yes. Okay, I want you to go to them and tell them that someone is in the house

and to call the police, okay?

Where is it? Show it to me now!

Thunder, there.

Third step.

Third step?

Yeah.

Magnum, it's me.

Alright, keep this line open.

I know where they are.

Okay, um, get a hammer. You, get a hammer.

Is that what you think, huh? That I'm a monster that you need to hide from?

I left because I was scared of you. You forced me to do something I didn't want

to do, and then you killed someone.

I told you that I panicked.

Casey wasn't even supposed to be there. What's going on here?

Who the hell are you?

I'm the nanny.

The nanny?

Where's the kid?

She's at swim class.

You're lying. I'm not. I swear to you.

He can be there in less than ten minutes, but if I call in the cabaret,

it's going to spook him.

Looks like it's gonna be you and me.

I need to go pick her up. If I don't, she'll be scared. No! Stay right there,

okay? Don't move.

You stay there. You don't move.

What is taking so long? Bring me the hammer.

No, no, no. Don't give it to her. Give it to her. You take the hammer. Come on.

You, pry up the floor.

That's it right here.

Try every step. Let's go.

Let's go. This one. One, two, three. Hurry up.

Is he dead?

Okay. Okay.

Give it here. Give it here.

Back away. Back away.

It's all there.

Every piece.

I was hoping to return it someday.

Figured you'd get tired of pretending to be a loyal employee and move on. But you

got away with murder and that job made you an unlikely suspect, didn't it?

You got what you wanted.

Now, why don't you just go?

You're coming with me.

No! No! Please!

Now!

Please! Come on! Back up! No! No!

Come on! Come on!

HBD, drop your weapon! Back me over! Let her go! Listen, please.

HBD, open the door! Don't need to take her. Shut up.

HBD, open the door!

Calm down. Okay?

Right.

Look, don't do this. You do not need to do this.

Okay, she has a daughter, okay?

Calm down.

Come on. Go, go, go, go, go.

Where's Magnum?

Oh my.

Magnum.

What's going to happen to her?

Once she's cleared medically, I'm going to have to bring her in and charge her.

But given everything, including the fact that Tara's participation in the robbery

was coerced, the prosecuting attorney might be agreeable to a deal.

I guess when you love someone that much, you can forgive them for betraying you.

Yeah.

Not everyone can.

You know what Tanaka was right about you?

How's that?

He said you could be a pain in the ass, but good at your job.

I think that was a compliment.

We'll see.

Admit it.

You missed the action.

This is the bit I miss.

The reward.

Where's the rest?

You said 60%, right?

This barely covers half of what you owe me.

Case wrapped up pretty quick.

How quick?

A day. A day?

You close this case in a day?

I can't help it if I'm good. Good? You're a moron, Magnum. I told you to

slow walk this thing.

Sneal the investigation.

Milk it. That's how you pad the bill.

I don't like taking advantage of people. Then don't be a private dick, then.

What do I need to mooch off of this master's guy?

I do not mooch, okay?

Is any of this stuff yours?

No. Then you're a moocher.

Look, I'm sorry, okay? I'll make it up to you next time. I promise.

If there's a next time.

See you at poker.

Bring cash!

Higgins, I'm sorry. I'm trying. I just can't get rid of the slice.

If you would.

Here.

Keep slicing, because you're looking up to see where the ball is going.

That's it, huh? That's your little pearl of wisdom.

Keep your head down on the follow-through.

Like so.

I didn't know you played.

Royal Wallington and Newmarket golf club junior champion two years in a row.

Who knew?

Apparently not you.

No. Good day.

Head down.

On the follow through.

Down on the... Down.

Sorry!