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Sure, it was a lot of work, and there were times where I wanted to quit, but,

you know, honestly, saving lives, there is... There's nothing quite like it.

Your mother must have been so proud.

Dr. Tomas Cabalgue, world-renowned vascular surgeon.

You said you grew up in Catalonia? Yeah, it was a small village in the hills.

You know, I'd probably...

2,000 people.

I left when I was 18, went to med school, the University of Barcelona,

Johns Hopkins.

Eventually, I retired and made my way out here.

You know, I have to say, dating sites can be pretty hit or miss, but this?

This feels right.

It does, doesn't it?

There's something about a surgeon's hands, coupled with your... extensive...

Knowledge of anatomy?

You are very forward.

Is that a turn off?

Hardly. Good.

No way.

Thomas. Thomas Magnum.

Yeah, I thought that was you.

How's it, bro?

I'm sorry. I think you're mistaken. This is Dr.

Thomas Cavalier.

Doctor? Him?

Magnum. What's she talking about?

So you're not a doctor?

I can explain. No, you know what? Save it.

We're done here.

Blair, wait.

Let me just, give me a chance. Lose my number. I never want to see you again.

What was that all about?

I'm investigating a murder and I'm pretty sure you just cost me a major

lead.

Come on, come on, what are we doing here?

All right, all right, all right, chill. Come on, tell us what it is.

I already told y'all, it's a surprise.

Please don't tell me it's shaved ice.

Guys, if I tell you that I got a surprise that you ain't gonna believe,

trust me, it ain't no shaved ice.

Then what is it, coach?

Hello, everyone.

Really? This is the surprise?

No, this is just Auntie Hickey.

Charming.

Here comes the surprise.

Wait, who is that?

I can't see. Move, move, move.

That's Christian Yelich.

That's the MVP.

Christian, my man. Meet the 2018 Little League World Champs. What's up, guys?

How we doing?

Christian, Christian.

Hey, Christian, Christian.

You did great. How'd you pull it off?

Oh, I promised him a ride in your chopper.

Oh, stop lying.

That's all it took? Come on, man. The guy is the NL MVP.

It's going to take a whole lot more than a chopper ride to bring him out here.

Oh, Robin's friends with the team owner.

Oh, should have known.

Yeah. I love watching you guys play. You guys did awesome.

Chris Thomas could be here. Yeah, he's meeting with a client, though.

Hey, Rick, you want to throw some BP while I talk to the kids?

I've been known to throw a curveball or two in my day. You sure you want to deal

with this heat? Let's see what you got. All right, let's do it. I'm going to put

some steak on it.

I'm going to get out of the way.

Hi. Hi. Got a mean curveball.

Do a little windmilling, I believe. That's kind of one of the things you

guys do in the majors, right? Something like that. This is a move I got from

Jane Fonda.

It's going to be ridiculous.

This is interesting.

Watch,

boys. You're going to see how it's done, all right?

Feel free to call your agent after this if he's looking for any new clients.

Oh,

yeah!

MVP! MVP!

MVP! All right, I think I tore...

I know what you're thinking. How can I pass up playing catch with the major

leader?

But my business, when the phone rings, you answer it.

And in this case, it sounded pretty important.

Darren McDowell? Hi.

Hi. Thomas Magnum.

Thanks so much for meeting me. Of course.

How can I help you?

It's about my father.

He was murdered a week ago.

Carjacking. I'm sorry to hear that.

Sam?

Police have any leads?

No, but that's not why I'm here.

Yesterday they read his will, and I learned that pretty much his entire

savings, over a million dollars in cash, is gone.

No one knows where.

But according to the bank, Dad emptied his account the day he was killed.

Does HPD think there's a connection between the two?

They say it's definitely possible.

Is there any reason why your father would need that much cash?

No.

But now I can't help but think there was something going on I didn't know about.

Maybe he was in some kind of trouble.

The point is, I thought I knew my father, but maybe I didn't know him at

all.

That's why I'm here, Mr. Magnum.

I don't care about the money. I just want to know the truth.

Yeah.

There's no indication that Roland McDowell was anything but a stand-up

guy. The coincidence that the robbery took place right after he got done with

the bank.

No, it's definitely suspicious. I'll give you that. But so far, we haven't

found evidence of a link, which means, for the time being, I need to consider

all scenarios, including the possibility that this was just a random carjacker.

And what, the carjackers got lucky?

Right time, right place?

Yeah. There's also another possibility.

What's that?

Maybe your client has the money.

What? Look, according to Roland McDowell's will, the money was never

going to her. It was earmarked for charity.

And maybe after Karen heard about her dad, she saw an opportunity, got to the

cash, and hid it away before the estate could get its hands on it. Are you

serious? Look, when my tutu died, my cousin and his wife went straight to her

house and started taking things before the rest of the family could get there.

There are people who take advantage of these situations. If Karen has the

money, why hire me to find it? Because it's a way to take suspicion off of her.

Look, you have to ask yourself, why would a loving father cut his only child

out of his will?

Maybe you shouldn't want the money.

Oh, come on, Magnum. Who doesn't want a million bucks?

So you're saying hiring me was just some kind of smokescreen?

Yeah. That's what I'm saying.

As much as I wanted to laugh it off, Katsumoto had gotten in my head. So just

to be safe, I asked Higgins to do some digging.

See if Karen had any secret bank accounts.

My contacts turned up no red flags, no offshore accounts in Karen's name, no

numbered accounts, and nothing set up under any dummy corporations.

That doesn't exclude the possibility that she's hiding money some other way.

She's 25.

She's barely out of university.

She's not exactly a criminal mastermind. Yeah, but it wouldn't be the first time

a client tried to play me.

I suppose that's true.

Even so, Ms. McDowell's primary reason for hiring you wasn't to find the money.

It was to learn why her father would make such a large withdrawal.

That's the question nobody has an answer to, including the bank.

You spoke to them? Yeah, Rick knows the branch manager. According to her, Roland

didn't say why he was taking the money out. This is actually him.

This photo is from the surveillance video taken on the day of the

withdrawal. What could all of that cash have been for?

Debt?

Gambling addiction?

Crazy drug habit?

I don't know, but if we're going to find out, we have to start digging into

Roland's life.

And that begins with searching his home.

How's it going over there?

Nothing unusual in Roland's search history. No gambling sites.

No signs of any out-of-control spending.

And the only drug he appeared to be interested in was something called

Phallox.

No, it's for erectile dysfunction.

And, no, I don't take it.

Love the commercials, though. Well, I suppose his interest in that kind of

medication makes sense.

Why is that?

Because before he was murdered, he was logging onto an online dating website

called OK Venus almost every day. According to his profile, he was

athletic, adventurous, and had a penchant for opera and theater.

And apparently blondes. This guy definitely had a type.

Interesting.

It would appear his late wife was also a blonde.

Hold on.

What?

Didn't seem strange at first, but look.

It's a blonde woman, so?

Yeah, but she's not in the teller line, and it doesn't look like she works at

the bank.

You're thinking that one of these women was with Roland when he made the

withdrawal?

No, it's supposed to be here.

Oh, God!

Mr. Magnum.

Karen. What are you doing here? Who is she?

This is Higgins.

She's helping with the case. Hello. Sorry. I don't understand.

You broke in?

Yeah. Sorry. Why didn't you just ask me to let you in?

I can't believe you would take them seriously.

Well, I know how this must make you feel, but the police have to consider

all possible scenarios, and I had to at least entertain the possibility.

I already told you I don't care about the money.

My dad already gave me so much growing up.

When I was young, we lost my mom, and after that, my dad had to make all kinds

of sacrifices so he could be there for me.

If he wanted that money to go to charity, I would want to honor his

wishes.

Sounds like your father was a very special man.

Now that you're here, though, you...

could help us.

How so?

Well, for starters, was your father seeing anyone?

You mean like dating?

No. No, he wasn't interested in meeting anybody.

Actually, that's not entirely true.

These are six women that he had recently gone out with.

I had no idea.

I was always worried he was lonely, but he said he was okay.

Do you recognize anyone?

What about this woman?

Blonde hair on the right.

No. Do you think she has something to do with the missing money?

Well, we're not sure yet.

But we're going to find out.

Well, did the bank surveillance video give us anything?

See for yourself.

Look at his eyes. They're on the blonde and then she follows him out.

You're right.

She was with him.

Yeah, find her, we find answers.

Maybe even the cash.

Okay, occupation.

How about we go with genius inventor slash industrialist?

Hold on, that's Tony Stark.

Alright, okay, you're right. Let's have something a little more realistic. How

about...

European sports car importer.

That works.

Guys, remember, this profile we built has to match me up with the same women

that Roland dated. And hope that they agree to go out with you.

Uh-oh, three grown men huddled around a laptop. That can't be good.

Hey, Higgy, what's your favorite Spanish opera?

L'Opé de Vegas, La Salva Sin Amour. Why?

What are you doing? How do you spell that?

Uh, we're helping to set up Thomas' online dating profile.

You're actually going to go through with that cockamamie idea.

What? I have to meet each one of these women face-to-face, and a simple

background check isn't going to do it. You know what I think? I think he's

finally found an opportunity to spend his clients' money whilst meeting women.

Come on, that's not true.

Look, if I was a cop, I'd meet every one of these women face-to-face and

interview them, but I'm not, so this is the next best thing.

Yeah, he's right. Look, first dates are all about asking questions, so this way

Thomas can take them out, do a subtle interrogation, and...

With any luck, he'll have ID'd the Black Widow before the check comes. Black

Widow? Yeah, you know, a woman that bilks a man out of all his money and

then kills him. Thank you, Rick. I'm familiar with the term.

So, now you're thinking our mystery woman has something to do with Roland's

murder? Well, it's a working theory.

I mean, think about it. This woman gets this old guy to pull out a big pile of

cash and then uses the carjacking as a cover to rob him.

Okay.

Done.

Thomas, you are now Thomas Cabaye.

Let's move. Opera lover and European sports car reporter.

Now, that's boyfriend material.

Speaks five languages.

Mm-hmm. Come on. I mean, he can barely handle English.

Hobbies include powerlifting.

Yeah, we were thinking about inserting some pictures of his calves.

We got a gun. They're fantastic. Thanks, man. Yeah, they are your guns. It is no

wonder that you guys are all still single.

I mean, you want to know what a woman wants? Why don't you ask one?

Give it here.

Give it.

Party pooper.

Okay, well, in the meantime, why don't you guys go hit up Kvika, see if you can

track down Roland's missing car.

Sure thing.

Bye, Higgy.

Bye.

Magnum, you know, women really don't care what your calves look like,

particularly the woman that you're after.

Assuming that she is a black widow, she's going to be looking for an easy

mark, someone she can fleece. That means someone who is insecure.

And easy to manipulate.

Roland was the lonely widower that made him a prime target. We need to make sure

you look equally desirable.

So now I am a lonely doctor who lives on a massive estate with a world-renowned

wine collection.

That you will never lay your hands on.

Okay, there's just one more thing we need to do.

I took the liberty of photoshopping some of your personal photographs.

Because if this is going to work, you're going to need to look pretentious.

Come on, seriously?

I hate that guy.

You may, but a black widow wouldn't.

Okay, I've also hacked the website to ensure that you're matched with the same

women that Roland dated. Although, of course, I can't guarantee that they're

going to swipe on you.

Oh, come on, they'll swipe.

That's rather presumptuous.

I'm just trying to think positive, that's all. Trying to think something

you're rather good at.

Anyway, I'm going to leave you to it. Best of luck.

Don't mind me.

I don't.

You might want to work up to that one, Magnum. It has a few rather big words in

it. I'll grab a dictionary.

Why are you borrowing a book on human anatomy?

I have a date.

Put down the book. I'll explain the birds and the bees.

No, no, no thanks. Higgins built this online dating profile for me and said I

was a retired vascular surgeon. So I got a bone up.

You cannot possibly hope to absorb the information required to pass yourself

off as a doctor, let alone a surgeon with a complex speciality in one single

night. What choice do I have? And frankly, I don't think you know how to

properly build up a cover.

Every great lie has a little bit of truth in it.

And what might you have preferred?

I don't know, baseball player, bull rider, race car driver.

I actually considered all three as a kid. I'm sorry, did you just say bull

rider? Un jinete de toros.

I wanted to be a bull rider when I was nine years old.

Bull. No, I swear. When I was a kid, I used to go to my uncle's house in

Mexico, and he'd take us to the rodeo. I loved it. You know, I could talk bull

riding till the cows come home, but vascular surgery, not so much. So, if

you'll excuse me, I have a lot of studying ahead of me.

Dictionary?

Right.

Enjoy your homework, Doctor.

Will do, Kumu.

Higgins! Higgins, wait up! Hey, check it out, it worked.

I matched up with two of the six women that Roland dated, and two more swiped

on me in the middle of the night.

Congratulations, you're a very clever little method of spending your flat's

money whilst also meeting new women to shag with a smashing success.

Who said anything about shagging? I'm just gonna suss them out, you know? If

they don't seem like the kind of women that would kill a man and steal a

million dollars, then I'll never see them again. Unless they're attractive.

I don't need some dating app to meet women. I do just fine.

Speaking of which, I gotta...

Shower, I'm meeting Kesha for lunch. Oh, Kesha, the one with the lower back

tattoo. Why are you being such a hater?

Are you a little jealous I'm going out on all these dates? Definitely

ridiculous. I don't know. I think maybe you should download this app.

It's not like you're meeting a bunch of guys out here managing this estate.

Online dating, I would literally rather get hit in the face with a golf shoe.

Besides, when it comes to romance, I'm a tad more discerning than you are.

Meaning? Meaning...

I'm not going to go out with just anyone merely because they glance in my general

direction. Contrary to what you might think, I actually don't date very much.

You, on the other hand, haven't gone out on a single date since I met you. Why is

that? I am a busy woman.

Busy? It's 11 a.m. and you're doing yoga.

This is my time for myself.

Can I tell you something?

If you must.

I was with somebody that...

That was the one and she hurt me in ways that I didn't think were possible And

you would think maybe after something like that.

I wouldn't be willing to open myself up again, but I'm willing to give love

another shot The point is my point is I'm sure you're afraid of getting hurt

again after what you've been through but Closing yourself off and denying

yourself a chance at love is not the way to go through life

At some point, you got to get back out there.

Speaking of which, Dr.

Tomas Kavaya has a date to go to.

Enjoy your yoga.

Line

dates

with six beautiful women?

I'm not going to lie.

It's tempting.

But in this job, your reputation is everything, and that means being a

professional, especially if it means proving Higgins wrong.

The subtle art of questioning a suspect.

Observe, watch for cues, who's lying, who's sincere.

Come on, slow poke.

Slow poke?

Please, I thought you said this was going to be a workout.

It was my first time using the site.

How about you? I'm on like five different apps right now.

How does it compare?

They were nice men, just not what I was looking for. I didn't even know about

that until a friend of mine from the gym told me about it. Roland McDowell.

I figured, what the hell, you know?

Wait, Roland?

I think I matched with him.

He's an older guy, right?

Yeah. He seems sweet. I just couldn't get past the age difference.

I was going to thank him, but I found out he had been killed.

Oh, God.

Yeah, car jacket, if you can believe it.

How awful.

Yeah, it is.

Wait, do you mean Roland McDowell?

You knew Roland?

Yeah, we went out.

We even talked about seeing each other again.

Couldn't believe it when I heard his poor daughter.

You know, they were so close.

Yeah, it's really sad.

Oh, so sad.

I'm sorry, Cleo.

It's a colleague. I have to take this. Yeah, it's okay. Excuse me.

Yes, Dr. Wright.

Oh, hey, Doctor. Just talked to Kavika. He thinks that Roland's car was tossed

in a container and shipped overseas.

Lucky for us, he knows somebody who works down at the port.

Traffic's in stolen cars on the side. We're gonna go talk to him. Okay. Let me

know what they say. What about you, Dr.

Kabaye? How's it going, bro?

Any suspects?

Unfortunately, no one stands out just yet.

But I still have one more date to go on.

Curating a good wine collection is actually a lot of work. You'd be

surprised how quickly wine can spoil.

But enough about Merlot and opera.

Tell me about you, Abigail.

Oh, Abby.

Abby. Abby.

I'm a lawyer at a small firm. We do mostly criminal defense work, some

civil.

Interesting. What do you do on your off time?

Unfortunately, I don't have that much of it, but when I do, I try to stay

physical. I surf ski.

I also do some volunteer work with local veterans, giving them free legal aid.

I come from a military family, so that kind of thing is really important to me.

How about you? Do you do any volunteer work? I imagine being a doctor, you have

lots of opportunities.

No, I left medicine behind when I moved out here.

Really? Yeah.

Huh.

such a gift you'd be helping so many people true but i've held so many people

back from mainland and plus i've i've saved so many lives i honestly i can't

remember you know i

noticed in your profile picture you had blonde hair yeah yeah i did that was a

face also it's a little shorter i prefer my natural color oh goodness excuse

me

Wow, I am so sorry. Um, I gotta run.

What's the rush?

Look, you seem like a good guy, Tomás. You're just not my type.

What are you looking for?

Somebody grounded.

Simple. Somebody who helps others and doesn't do it for the money. You know, a

guy who'd rather have a beer than fancy wine and would rather go to a ball game

in the opera.

Somebody who appreciates the fine art of sleeping in and wouldn't get annoyed if

I wanted to eat in bed.

Nice meeting you.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking.

That woman seems absolutely perfect for me, and you might be right.

But that's not why I'm following her.

See, the thing about black widows is that they're great at seducing their

marks.

Plain hard to get.

So it's possible Abby's put downs were a calculated movement to undermine my

confidence and make me crave her approval

Terrific

no fun

In the police report, a witness described the carjacker as a Caucasian

male, six feet tall, over 200 pounds with black hair.

In other words, this guy.

Looks like Abby might not be the perfect woman after all.

Okay, so he matches the description of the carjacker, but so do thousands of

other men on this island.

Yeah, but he's the only one hanging out with a woman who may be the blonde from

the bank. Well, minor problem.

This one has brown hair. It's obviously she dyed her hair blonde, which is a

little suspect in itself, don't you think?

Here she is paying the guy off. A guy I followed home to a halfway house, which

means he's probably on parole.

I'm telling you, there's got to be some kind of connection between Roland

McDowell's murder and the missing money.

Uh, there's someone at the gate, and I don't think it's for me.

Cleo, I want what she wants.

Hey, you.

Hey.

You left this on the table when you rushed off.

Oh, my cell phone. I thought I lost it. Thanks for bringing it by.

Oh, yeah, it's no trouble. This is on my way to power yoga.

Power yoga? Wow, that sounds fun.

You should join me sometime if you don't mind getting sweaty.

I don't mind getting sweaty.

Or maybe we could just grab dinner.

Yeah, yeah, that would be great. I will have my assistant set that up. Okay,

great. Let me know.

Um, can I just drop this in the mailbox then? I'm late for my class.

It's perfect. Thank you.

Okay, well, I guess I will be talking to you soon.

Doodle!

Okay, bye.

I really feel for that woman.

You know, I'll give her a call. Let her down easy.

No, I was referring to her incredibly poor taste in men.

And I don't run this guy's photo through the system. He's an ex-con.

Shouldn't be hard to get an ID.

Toodles.

Hey, Karen. It's Thomas Magnum.

I may have a lead.

I'd like to show you some photos, if possible.

Yeah, of course.

You recognize either of them?

No. Who are they?

Well, the woman your father dated, the guy we're not sure about.

Hey, hey, I gotta go, but I'll keep you posted, okay?

Okay, thanks.

So it's Bachelorette number two aka your prime suspect

Your

guest sir Is there anything else I can do for you?

No, it'll be just fine. Thank you. I always hire English help so much nicer

than Americans, you know cut the crap Who the hell are you?

Dr. Tomas, goodbye. Please, stop lying.

I don't follow. Well, follow this. I suddenly have a Detective Katsumoto from

the HPD looking into a witness of mine at the request of a Thomas Magnum, who,

according to a public record search, is you.

Witness? Yeah, a witness who's supposed to testify in a case that I'm working

on. Oh, that's why you met with that guy after lunch.

What? You followed me?

Okay, all right. You know what? Enough with the games. What is your deal?

Obviously, you're not a doctor. Is this even your place?

I'm a private investigator.

I live in the guest house.

Roland McDowell's daughter hired me to find out who stole a million dollars and

killed her father.

So you're a private dick.

I prefer investigator.

I prefer dick.

And you thought that I had something to do with Roland's murder?

FYI, my witness has a solid alibi for the night of the carjacking. And so do

I. If you don't believe me, you can ask your pal, Detective Katsumoto.

Actually, we're not pals. He kind of hates me. Really?

What a shock.

Stay away from me.

Stay away from my witness.

Got it?

Yeah.

I guess we can...

Scratch her off the suspect list.

You liked her.

What? I do not like her.

You're lying.

I'm leaving is what I'm doing.

If you like her, you'll bring her flowers and apologize.

I don't like her.

You do like her. I do not like her.

Liar.

Yeah, I remember a 2018 Mercedes.

C300 coming through here a couple days ago.

Delivered by some dude I never seen before.

Yeah, well, that dude just carjacked and killed a guy. We could really use your

help finding him. Yeah, can you describe him?

Howly.

Black hair.

Regular height.

That narrows it down to pretty much every mainlander on the island.

Where's the car now?

On its way to China.

Left port six hours ago.

Sorry.

No problem. No problem?

What, you got a plan or something?

I'm thinking what would our boy Thomas do?

Hey, thanks again for doing this.

We'll have you back in the crime lab in no time.

I got it.

12 o'clock.

Buddy, I hope you don't get seasick, too.

Why?

Hang on. I'm going to put it down on those containers.

Me tell the captain we said thank you. We'll be out of your hair in a few

minutes.

All right, time to do your thing.

Try not to get any vomit in the car while you're looking for prints.

You're going to owe me big time for this.

Okay, looks like the carjacker's prints you lifted from our victim's Mercedes

got a hit.

Davis Sadler.

Robbery, counterfeiting, fraud, possession of a firearm.

Says he's married.

That's Cleo. Real name Tammy Ann Lacoste.

I believe you found your Black Widow.

Magnum?

Hey, Katsumoto, you want to thank me now or later? What are you talking about?

Well, we ID'd your carjacker. His name's Davis Sadler, and he's married to Cleo,

a.k.a. Tammy Ann Lacoste. The power yoga lady? She's our black widow. She and

Sadler live in Hawaii Kai. I'm texting you the address now. Great.

Thanks. And Magnum.

Yeah.

Good job.

Higgins, did you just hear that?

Katsumoto paid me a compliment.

Hold on. Give me a second to just savor the moment. You do that.

What a sweetheart.

I think we're becoming BFFs.

Dispatch, this is Detective Katsumoto. I've got two suspects fleeing.

I need immediate backup. This location.

Backup on route. ETA six minutes.

I don't have six minutes.

I'm done. Let's get out of here.

HPDs, put your hands on your head!

Hands up! Let's go!

Interlace your finger. Turn around.

Put the gun on the ground.

Thomas Magnum. This is Sergeant Luke Keller with HPD.

We're looking for Detective Katsumoto.

According to his cell, you were his last phone call.

Are you saying Detective Katsumoto's missing?

His car and his cell were found abandoned.

Do you have any idea where he is? It's Katsumoto.

HPD can't locate him.

Sadler must have known he was coming. I don't even know how that's possible.

Mr. Magnum.

Yeah, I'm here. Do you have any idea where Katsumoto is?

Magnum, hang up the phone.

Give me the phone. Just hang up.

What are you doing?

I'm just confirming a theory.

I don't think you left your phone behind on that date.

I think Cleo wanted to check out her mark, so she lifted your phone, cloned

the SIM card, and returned it to you.

She's been listening in on your calls. So she must have known Katsumoto was

coming. Please tell me you can track the location for the SIM card.

I can try.

Where are you taking me?

Getting off this rock.

We're taking you as leverage, just in case anything happens.

Grand theft auto, murder, now kidnapping a cop.

How deep a hole you look in a day? Just keep walking.

You two aren't thinking straight.

You asked me before if I was going to kill you.

Well, I'm going to kill you now unless you get on that boat.

Really disappointed, Cleo. I was kind of looking forward to our power yoga date.

I have to ask one thing.

How did you get Roland to take out all the cash?

I have a theory.

I think you and your husband threatened to harm Roland's daughter because you

knew how much he adored her.

In fact, you're the only woman I met that even knew he had a daughter.

So he did what he was told to protect her.

Turns out Roland McDowell wasn't the first person scammed by these two.

They conned money out of at least five other men.

But nothing close to a million dollars, and this was the first time it escalated

to murder.

Karen got the answers she wanted.

But there were still a few questions.

According to her father's will, the money was supposed to go to a local

research hospital.

And all of it.

Every penny was supposed to be used just by one doctor.

Someone Karen had never even met much less heard of

Thankfully her father

left behind something that would explain everything

Hey,

sweetie

If you're watching this, I'm sure you have a lot of questions, starting with

why I left my entire savings to a stranger.

Honey, Dr. O'Connor is a leader in rare diseases, diseases so obscure they don't

even have a name.

They're called orphan diseases.

I never told you this, but your mom, she actually died from one of these

diseases.

And now there's something else that you need to know.

When you were a little girl, the doctors, they determined that it was

likely that you inherited the same gene.

I was going to tell you when you got older, but every time I was about to, I

held back.

I guess I didn't want you obsessing over something that you couldn't control.

I was hoping that they would find the cure before you ever needed to learn the

truth. I was sending money to Dr. Okana.

When you were a little kid, helping to fund her research.

I'm sorry I kept all this from you.

I just wanted to keep my little girl safe and happy.

Maybe I was wrong. I don't know.

But I hope you can understand.

I am so proud of the person that you've become, honey.

I know your mom would be proud, too.

And, well, we aren't around.

You'll always have us in your heart.

I love you.

I love you too, Dad.

Oh, look, it's not Dr. Kabaye.

Please, don't slam the door in my face. This will just take a second.

Look, I was just doing my job, and it actually worked out.

I'm sorry, but would you go out with me again?

In case you forgot, we already went on a date, and to be honest, I can't say I

was really feeling it.

Well, you went on a date with Dr. Tomas Kabaye, a super pretentious

cardiovascular surgeon.

It's not Thomas Magnum.

This is.

Thomas Magnum isn't fancy.

Thomas Magnum grew up in Virginia.

Thomas Magnum loves baseball, hates opera.

Uh, I don't speak five languages, but I do speak two.

The red Ferrari.

That's a loner.

My favorite beer is probably a Coops followed closely by an old Dusseldorf.

I mean, that is... That's me in a nutshell.

So let me try this again.

Would you please go on a date with me?

Hey, I wanted to thank you for the whole flower suggestion.

It took a little convincing, but Abby is going on another date with me. She seems

like a good one, Magnum. Try not to blur it. I'll do my best.

What's with the dress?

I'm going on a date.

Really? I'm taking your advice.

Who's the guy?

He's a friend of Robin's who's in town. Baseball chap.

Baseball chap? You're not talking about Christian Yelich, are you? That's him.

He's not bad from what I've seen.

Not bad. The guy's like a National League MVP.

Can I surmise from your tone that that's a good thing?

Ain't bad. Like a .326, 36 homers, 110 RBIs. I mean, the guy's like a baseball

god. How did this even happen?

He asked me out and not via some silly app.

He did it the old-fashioned way, like a gentleman.

Anyway, I must go. Don't wait up.

Do you mind if I just join you for a little bit?

Absolutely not.

I will be gone by the time you guys are done with the appetizers.

Good night, Michael.