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I guess you're wondering why I'm running across the Hawaiian sand instead of

lying on it with an umbrella drink.

Kind of wondering that myself right now.

But like my dad always said, to reach a goal involves sacrifice, and my goal

right now is to complete an Ironman.

My father did a triathlon when I was a kid, and to him, it was an honest goal,

one he couldn't rely on others to achieve.

The Kona Ironman is in eight months, and I plan on sacrificing enough sweat to at

least start it.

Finishing, well, that's another matter.

Hey guys,

what are you doing?

Training for the Iron Man on Kona this fall.

Since when are you training for the Iron Man? Well, I heard you and Ku talking

about it, and I thought it sounded like fun.

But you know me, I always like a challenge.

Your shoe's untied.

I'm not falling for that.

How are you going to fall?

But it won't be because of me.

Thomas Magnum.

Yeah, I can be there in an hour.

Okay.

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Give up?

Never figured you for a sore loser.

You just can't stop gloating, can you?

I didn't give up.

I got a call from a client.

Yes, I know. That's why I'm here.

There's a woman named Katja for you at the front gate.

I got an alert as I was coming off the beach. Well, she's here early. Why

didn't you just call me? I tried.

Apparently you were busy.

Washing off the stink of defeat.

Anyway, chop-chop, Magnum. You don't want to lose this one, too.

What?

Right this way.

Go ahead and have a seat. Thank you.

So, how can I help you, miss? Could you go over?

Katya, please.

It's my older cousin Sergei.

We grew up in Russia together before my parents and I moved to Ukraine.

This is him.

No matter how far apart we were, we always kept in touch.

He moved here last month, but despite the time difference, we still talked

almost every day.

And then last week, I couldn't get a hold of him.

His phone is no longer in service. He's not answering his emails.

I got worried something happened, and I got on the plane.

Do you have reason to believe something happened to him, or is it more of a gut

feeling?

Sergei was an online journalist in Russia.

He wrote some articles that were critical of the government.

Made some people angry.

He fled the country before anybody could harm him.

Got as far away as he possibly could.

He thought he could keep a low profile here.

But now I'm afraid someone might have tracked him down.

Did you contact the police?

I'm coming to you instead.

Normally in these kind of situations, you file a missing persons report.

Is there a reason why you don't want to do that?

Um, this has to be discreet.

Sergei and I still have family in Russia.

And if anyone were to find out that I'm here trying to help him, it could

jeopardize their safety.

Mr. Magnum, I don't know this island, and my cousin could be in danger, or

even worse.

I have no one else who could help me.

Please.

Missing journalist critical of a government that doesn't like criticism.

Katya's right to be worried.

We'll find him.

In the military, the mindset of being the best is drilled into your head from

day one. You may leave the military, but that never leaves you. And as a private

investigator, all cases matter, but most of the time you end up peeking through

bedroom windows.

Not exactly life or death stakes.

Here a man's life could be in danger, and whether he lives or dies could

depend on how quickly I can find him.

Military also teaches you a little something called situational awareness.

Being aware of what's around you and what might pose a threat.

For instance, those two guys in the car back there who I'm pretty sure have been

following me. Are they a threat?

Maybe.

Thanks for coming. It's always easier to get a favor when you know a guy. Or in

your case, when you know a guy who knows a guy. I don't get it, though. The guy

you're looking for, he's trying to keep a low profile. Why frequent the same

restaurant? One thing I know is even if you're in hiding, you also want to find

a little bit of home. Well, this would be the place. Orel is the Russian

restaurant on the island. We're talking old-school, authentic.

Trust me, you got to try the beef kashlama here at Borderline Erotic.

It's interesting.

I'm not hungry, though.

I am.

Alexey, how you doing?

Hey, good to see you too.

This is my buddy Thomas I was telling you about.

Nice to meet you. Hey, thank you for helping us out. We really appreciate it.

Anything for a friend of Rick.

This is the guy I'm looking for.

Yes, I know him.

He comes in several times a week at least.

Always gets a loan, always pays cash, and he always takes food to go.

If he comes in again, could you do me a favor?

Give me a call?

Of course.

Thank you, Alex.

Thank you. Hey, thanks for helping me out, man. No problem. Listen, I'm going

to stick around and get some grinds. You want to hang?

No, I'm still training. Didn't you get enough running when you were in uniform?

No, you know, it's all about pushing yourself.

Pushing or punishing?

Pushing.

Enjoy your meat.

All right.

You heard the man.

Cashlamas can keep him coming.

That's it.

Same guys.

Still not sure if they're a threat, but they're definitely interested in me. And

because I'm working a case, I'm thinking it could have something to do with that.

Hey, guys.

How's it going?

You okay?

Yeah. What'd you say to those guys?

Hi. Must have been the way you said it.

Think these guys are after Sergei, too? Seems like a solid bet.

They must have gotten on to me by following Katya.

Well,

that was fun while it lasted.

What are you doing? Why? Seriously?

If I pull over, we're going to lose him. If you don't pull over, we're going to

jail. Maybe not.

What are they doing?

Get down!

How come every time I do you a favor, it always ends up with me getting guns

pointed at my face?

I'm not gonna ask you again!

Katsumoto. I was hoping they'd send you.

And I was hoping they'd hand you over to Five-O.

But people above my pay grade seem to think it's better if you stayed. My

problem. Hey, we make a hell of a team.

Why don't you tell me about these guys you were chasing?

I'll tell you the same thing I told the booking officers.

I have never seen these guys in my life. I don't know who they are. They tried to

run me over, and before that, they were following me. And you didn't think to

call HPD before you went after them? I'm more of a do-it-yourself kind of guy.

Were you on a job when all this happened?

Yeah, I was missing persons.

I'm looking for a guy named Sergei. He recently moved over here from Russia.

His family hasn't heard from him for a while. Those two guys you chased, you

think they're looking for him, too?

I think it's a strong possibility.

All right.

Here's how this is going to go.

Because I know you and your story matches what Rick told me, I'm going to

let you out of here.

But there's something I want to make clear.

I'm done bailing you out of jams. Whatever goodwill credit you've built up

with me, you've spent it all.

Noted. I also have one condition.

You see those two guys again, you call me.

That's it.

I'll be sure to do that.

Scout's honor.

Boy Scout.

All right.

Get the hell out of here.

Thank you, Katsumoto.

Somebody call for a ride to the impound?

I swear, trouble follows you like toilet paper on a shoe. That's gross.

It's not my fault. Two guys tried to run me over.

Personal responsibility, Thomas. Maybe you ought to look inward and see what

you did to provoke them.

You know, bro, one of these days, the van you're going to be riding in is

going to be one of those blue ones with the grates on the window.

You're talking about prison transportation?

On account of all that illegal stuff you're always doing for your clients.

He's right, TM. You better watch it, man.

And by the way, I didn't roll on you under Katsumoto's interrogation.

Really? Because he made it sound like he just folded.

All right, you know what? Sure, I told him what happened today, but I left out

all the other stuff you've done.

Whatever stuff.

Really, Thomas? Yeah.

Let's see.

Tampering with evidence.

Breaking and entering.

Lying to the cops.

Using your buddies as fake PIs. Oh, yeah. Let's not forget that one.

You know, this stuff's going to come back to bite you, bud.

And I just pray that I am not there when it does.

You guys worry too much.

And yet...

Kumu, you're a saint.

Oh, the cakeys at the children's hospital love these two.

The way their faces light up. I get more out of these weekly visits than they do.

You should come sometime.

Oh, I'd like that.

Oh, my God.

What have you done to Mr. Moss's Ferrari?

Police impound lots aren't necessarily known for their cleanliness.

What on earth, Magnum?

Oh, really, a hose? That's how you're going to clean a $350,000 automobile?

I'm going to get going.

What are you going to use to dry it? What about the watermarks?

I'll dry them off.

You happy?

I am.

Thanks, Kumu.

Why was it even impounded in the first place?

Well, apparently chasing two armed men who try to run you over is no excuse for

breaking half a dozen traffic laws.

Someone tried to run you over?

Can you believe me?

I assume this has something to do with your case.

Yeah, my client hired me to find her cousin, and it turns out I'm not the

only one looking for her.

You're like a magnet for danger, Magnum. Why is that?

Occupational hazard, I suppose.

Very well, I'll leave you to it, Magic Mike.

Hello, Mr. Magnum.

This is Alexei.

The man you're looking for, Sergei.

He's here. He is?

Yes, yes. Positive. That's him.

Okay, stall him.

I'm on my way.

Stall him.

Yeah, I can do that.

Got ya!

It's Thomas Magnum.

I found Sergei.

We're going to get him now. Meet us back at Robin's nest in an hour.

Sorry,

your food should be ready any minute now.

It's coming soon, I promise.

Just took off. Where?

This way, down the alley.

T.C., you up in the air?

Yeah, why?

I got a runner.

Mind dodging skyscrapers to track him down?

You can't be serious.

Sorry, boys.

Little detour.

T

.C.

See him yet?

All right, hang on.

I see a big guy running down an alley toward the canal.

Make a right at the end of the street and you'll find the grassy path behind

the building.

On it.

Boys headed south now.

Check your next right.

Copy.

Checking 12, Iron Man.

You almost got him.

He just went into that building.

Thomas, he just ducked inside an apartment complex on the corner. Coming

up on your right. Thanks.

This is still going on Instagram.

Uh-oh. Uh-oh what?

Okay, you got a problem.

You got two men on your tail.

Both of them packing heat. It's got to be the same guys that tried to run me

over. I think they're after Sergey.

Well, I say after firing on HPD, they're willing to go through anybody who gets

in their way.

I got news for you, homie.

You in the damn way.

You got him, TC?

I did. Just lost him behind some trees.

Another mistake people on the run tend to make is not getting creative enough

with their cover.

John Black.

Yeah, that's original.

I know.

I should call Katsumoto. But right now, there's no time.

I really hope I'm right about Sergei being John Black.

Easy, easy. My name is Thomas Magnum.

Your cousin Katya hired me to find you. I'm here to help, okay? Listen, we gotta

get out of here. There's two guys who I'm pretty sure want you dead. I'm gonna

take you to Katya, but we have to leave now, okay? Yeah. I just need to get one

thing. No, we don't have time!

We gotta... TC.

Hey, these guys are almost at the building. You gotta get out of there.

Okay.

Are you kidding me? This is everything I took from home.

It's all I have left. Whatever, let's just go.

TC, what do you got?

You got two tangos coming up on the other side.

Go now.

Okay, go, go, go, go, go.

Move. Go.

Go, go.

You good?

Yeah, you good, playboy.

But I'm running on fumes up here.

I gotta bug out.

I'll do that.

Thanks.

Yes, can I help you?

Yes, I'm here to see Mr. Magnum.

I was told to wait.

One moment, please.

Hey, I meant to tell you, my client is coming.

Could you let her into the guest house, please?

Megan, listen to me.

Turn around and go straight to the police.

What? Why?

And run your client through an old MI6 database.

Her real name is Ina Kamatov.

She's ex-Russian FSB.

The real Katya Kachakova was killed in Finland three days ago.

No. No.

Not Katya. Sorry.

Sorry, Sergey.

Magnum. Yeah, uh, we're headed over to HPD now. What about you? Are you going

to be okay?

I'll call HPD and get some cars sent to the house.

I'll stall Ina until they get here.

Okay, be careful.

Hello there.

Would you just give me a moment?

I have to call the police.

I didn't think so.

Sweetheart, I got two dogs that'll tear you apart if you don't do what I say.

You deaf?

You and your cousin were close,

weren't you?

She was more like a sister.

Both of our parents have passed away.

Neither of us had siblings, so... We were each other's only family.

Higgins!

No. Not Higgins.

But don't worry.

Both her and your other friend are okay.

For now.

All right. What do you want?

Sergei, here one hour.

Understood? I understand.

Get out.

Sergei. I can't let you take me to them.

Sergei, come on. No! Let me come up with a plan.

No! Go on.

Out.

Back away.

Sergei, please.

You're gonna kill my friends.

I'm sorry, but there is more at stake than you know.

He was headed north.

Let's go.

TC, any luck?

Not yet.

Working the grid.

Factoring in the direct speed left, average speed, all that. Still leaves a

big margin of error.

I get it. Just keep at it.

We're going to stay in the direction Sergey was headed. Just keep the line

open. Aye, aye, Skipper.

TC's right.

Oahu seems like a small island until you try to find somebody on it. Well, good

news is, 488 Spider and Rosso Corsa, that, my friend, is hard to miss.

Even from a thousand feet up. People love to tell me that that car is a

liability as a PI, but I think that in this case, it's kind of an asset.

Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you.

But I could freely use a trip to the Louvre.

I could use one too.

Neither one of you are going anywhere.

So what's your story?

Are you MI6?

No, no, I'm just the Major Domo for the stake.

And you learned advanced fighting techniques at your local Taekwondo dojo?

I took a self-defense class.

Sure you did.

Come on.

Tell me.

What does it matter anyway?

One way or another, we're never gonna see each other again.

I told you.

I'm just a major demo.

Now your turn.

Why do you want this man, Sergei, so badly?

You see, I love you, man.

All right, stay close. I got you on GPS.

You're about two miles behind him.

You got company, again.

That's it?

You gave it?

There he is.

Sergei just turned on the boogaloo roll.

Roger that. Just stay on him.

Thomas, this road trip's about to come to an end.

I'll give you five more minutes before they put out road spikes.

And you know what? These tires, they are $800 a pop.

What are you going to do?

Were you even listening at all?

I said call me before you got in trouble, not when you're being chased by

HPD. I know, I know. I told you, I'm done helping you. Look, I know you've

gotten me out of a couple of tight spots and maybe looked the other way a couple

of times. Hold up. A couple?

Maybe? Okay, a lot.

And often. But I'm asking you one more time, just please, trust me, call him

off. You chasing those guys who tried to run you over? I'm chasing the guy I was

looking for.

Wait, let me get this straight. This guy you're after, you found him.

Only now he's running from you?

Look, it's a long story, one I'd love to tell you all about once this thing is

over, but please, trust me on this one.

Call HPD off.

Do you have any idea what you're asking here? I mean, any concept at all? No, I

do. And, you know, honestly, I hate myself for putting one of my closest

friends in this position.

I'm sorry, close friend? Are you serious?

You know full well we're not even remotely friends, so just stop. Okay,

well, I guess I misunderstood the relationship.

I'm hanging up now. Good luck with HPD.

Katsumoto, no, wait! Please, please, look, I... I'm sorry, all right, for all

the times you bailed me out. And I don't think I've ever said that. And, well,

thank you.

I don't think I've ever said that either.

Look, Katsumoto, you're a good man, you know?

What do I get the feeling you're playing me?

Look, I wouldn't trust me either, but please, I'm going to ask anyway.

Call him off.

They're backing off.

Are you kidding me?

Are they really backing off?

Wow. Okay. Well, I guess it's time to find Sergey.

Right on top of them, boys.

Hang on. You really don't want to do that, pal.

Your turn.

Get up.

Give it. Come on.

Now, Sergey.

It's time to come clean, and I mean everything.

There's no way somebody's going to go through all that trouble on foreign soil

for some small-time journalist.

You're right.

It's not me they want.

Then what do they want?

All right.

I'll bite.

What's in the suitcase?

A satem device.

A suitcase nuke.

A prototype, yes.

No, that's not possible. The U.S. and Russia have been trying to build

something like this for years without success.

Until now.

Oh, all right. I don't know what a suitcase nuke looks like, but I bet it

looks like that.

Obviously, you're not a journalist, so who are you?

I was a scientist in Russia's nuclear program.

For the past five years, this device is all I worked on, but I wanted out.

Only I couldn't leave something like this behind, so I took it with me to

keep it safe. Safe?

You've been hiding this in your closet ever since you got here.

I was working on a way to properly dispose of it. Why not give it to the

proper authorities so the wrong people don't get their hands on it? Because no

one should have something like this.

Katya understood that.

She helped me to smuggle it out of the country.

And now she's dead because of this.

I had a plan.

I wanted to take this radioactive material to Koala Lava.

Bomb testing site.

It's uninhabited.

75% of the island still has unexploded ordnance.

You were going to bury it there?

Yes, after having dismantled it. But to do that, it takes time and the proper

equipment. It's complicated.

The bottom line is... This device has an explosive yield equivalent to 1,000

tons of TNT.

I understand your friends are in danger, but you cannot hand it over in exchange

for them.

Do me a favor. Don't touch anything.

How much time do we have left?

I don't have time to make a real plan.

I guess we're going to have to wing it. Wing it.

Yeah, wing it. I'm not comfortable using the words wing it when dealing with a

nuclear device. We don't have a choice. Make a plan.

All right.

We're going to wing it.

We're going to wing it.

That's Magnum.

Where is Sergei?

I know who you guys are after.

Relax. Easy.

Move your hooves!

Oh, it's me.

You guys okay? Where are the other two?

Neutralized. And the man they were after?

He's safe.

Besides, they weren't after him.

After something he had.

What?

Mahalo, Thomas.

A sadom device.

A sadom device?

What do you mean to say that you brought a functioning nuclear weapon onto Robin

Master's estate?

What was I supposed to do? I wasn't going to let him hurt you guys.

Besides, looks like everything worked out.

What if it didn't?

Rick's up in TC's chopper with a sniper rifle and HPD's sitting right outside

the gate.

I want to call the dogs out before you let him in.

You wanted to know who I am?

I'm the woman you're going to be thinking about while you spend the rest

of your life in prison.

What were they gonna do with that new guinea?

Probably sell it to a pterosaur, would be my guess.

One thing I don't get, what would you have done if that little release the

hounds routine didn't work out?

He makes a good point.

The dogs could have just as easily gone after you.

I just needed a distraction.

You know, sure, they don't like me, but they're trained to neutralize a threat,

right?

I guess it couldn't really gone bad, though.

Come along, lads. Extra treats to bed.

Called in the pros to make sure that suitcase gets properly disposed of.

Well, let's say from now on, you stick to going after missing cats instead of

missing nukes. I don't choose my clients. They choose me.

Well, then you should do a better job screening them.

Agreed.

Hey, thanks for trusting me.

Don't get used to it.

Today was a one-off.

Yeah, I'm winning them over.

Sorry. Well, let's just hope that your government has the wisdom not to use it.

Yeah.

You all right?

I'm not sure.

I always thought one day I'd go home.

But Katya was my only family.

I really don't have anything to return to.

I guess...

Now, why is my new home?

You know, a really good friend of mine told me that the beef kashlama at Aurel

is just insanely good.

Your friend is right.

I've never tried it before, but... I don't know, maybe we can get together

next week, grab some lunch.

I could give it a shot.

I'd like that.

Me too.

Chef said you wanted to see me. Yes.

Thanks. Um, I... I just wanted to check you're okay.

I'm fine. Why?

Well, I suppose... Because the first time I went through an ordeal like the

one the other day... Must be old hat to you by now.

Maybe. But I'll never forget the first time someone pulled a gun on me.

It was in Kiev.

My second assignment for MI6.

He had this cheap revolver pointed right in my face.

I remember being able to see directly down the barrel of the gun.

What happened?

Oh, that's not important.

What is important is what happened after that.

Once I got home. You broke down?

Quite the opposite.

I buried it so deep.

I tried to forget that it had ever happened.

Which is the absolute worst thing I could have done, of course.

Just because you bury something doesn't mean it's gone.

Very true.

Anyway, my point is that if you ever want to talk about it, I'm here.

Anytime.

That's very human of you.

I know I can...

Sometimes come across rather cold. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean no. No, it's

okay. It's okay God knows the accent doesn't help

Truth is it's in an easy way for me to keep people

at an arm's length But I'm trying to do that

that's I Think people can pretty much do anything

With a little practice.

We do.

Anyway.

I appreciate the offer. Hopefully I don't have to take you up on it.

Me too. Hopefully not.

Well, I have to get back.

Enjoy your run.

Thanks.

Thank you, Juliet.

For everything.

You're welcome.

Turns out my dad was right.

Reaching goals does require sacrifice.

But so does doing something for the greater good.

Sergei and his cousin were ordinary people who made extraordinary sacrifices

in order to do the right thing. And no one outside of a few people will ever

really know.

As sacrifices go, they don't get more noble than that.

Rematch, Magnum?

Rematch? We never officially raced.

Oh yeah, that's right.

You quit.

You ever think that, you know, maybe racing is more about pushing yourself

and less about beating somebody else?

No, I don't.

Neither do you.

We both know that the whole point of competing is to try and win.

Intriguing prospect.

You want to make this run a little more fun?

How about we race to the lifeguard tower over there?

Okay, sounds good.

What's in it for the winner?

Rag and rice.

I already have those from our last race. Whatever, just... Name your stakes.

Okay.

If I win, you cannot ask a single favor of me for an entire month.

Four weeks. Yes, that constitutes a non-fragment.

I'll do two weeks.

That's right. You're going to lose. I'm going to win.

Right. Four weeks, then.

Yeah.

Okay. All right.

I won.

Really?

Three.

Two.

Cheater! Still a loser.