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Red,

it's a simple stakeout.

I've heard that before.

I'm still paying for the damage to the club's boat from the last time you

borrowed it. I thought you said it was insured.

Apparently not for bullet holes.

Doesn't Robin have a yacht?

I live in his guest house. I drive his Ferrari.

I can't ask him for any more favors. Here's an idea.

Don't ask. Yeah, you mooch everything else. Life's got nothing.

It's true.

Here we go. Here we go.

Ooh,

that's

all day, baby.

Gang, she's gang.

And that kid gets better and better every game. Yeah, and we know it can't

be from the coaching.

Mac, man, you keep this up through next season, you definitely have a shot at

that scholarship to St. Louis High.

I'm proud of you, man.

Coach,

I gotta go.

Good game, bud.

What's up with Mr. Friendly? Never shows up to the games, only picks up his kid

afterwards.

Honey's all right.

It's just been hard since his wife passed away last year.

He works two jobs to support him tonight.

Cut him some slack over there.

Single father, two jobs.

I don't know, it kind of sounds like you're pops.

Yeah, that hadn't occurred to me.

What's that?

Nothing get in

Biggins, it's me again. Can you come out here, please?

Can you do something about these velociraptors?

Easy, lad.

You took your sweet time, didn't you?

Just like you took your sweet time cleaning up the mess you made on Mr.

Master's yacht the other night. Is that what this is about? I was trapped in my

car for ten minutes. Bad enough that you take your employer's vessel without

asking permission.

It wasn't a murder. I was working on a case. Oh, please.

Empty beer bottles, pizza boxes, a bikini top hanging from the mast.

Yeah, friend, stop by. She's European.

They don't like tops.

Oh, spare me.

This mess is your responsibility, Magnum. You and you alone need to

sterilize the area with extreme prejudice.

Oh, unless, of course, you want me to inform Mr. Masters that his...

Personal security consultant.

Hijacked his boat.

No, no, we don't want that. I will clean the boat.

Spend it.

Come next.

You

see,

what's up?

I need your help.

It's Makoa.

Kid's never missed a single practice before. Now he's missed two in the last

few days.

I called the school.

They said he's been absent since the weekend. You tried calling his father?

Tried, yeah. I left texts, messages. He's not getting back to me. I just

swung by the house in Nanakuli.

Place looks empty.

Locked up.

I'm worried, Thomas.

I feel you, man. Just take a breath.

Look, I know you got a weird vibe about Honey.

He's just not social, you know?

But he's a good man.

He loves his son.

You don't have to sell me.

I'm your brother.

You had me at help.

TC was personally invested in every kid from his football team, but McColl was

like a kindred spirit.

When TC's mom abandoned her family, his father stepped up, gave TC a decent

upbringing, and became something of a hero to him. That's why TC loves being a

surrogate dad for at-risk kids, and just another reason why I'd do anything for

him.

Aloha. Anybody home?

That's not right.

What ain't right?

Cereal. It's fruity nut puffs.

That's some real impressive detective work, Thomas.

Listen to me. Fruity nut puffs swell up and get soggy after 10 minutes of milk.

These...

What

are you doing?

It's warm.

Makoa!

You can come out now.

Matt!

You know who this is?

Huddle up!

Come here, cuz. What's going on, man? What you hiding for?

Thought you were child welfare.

Why would child welfare be here, Mac?

Who's your father?

Arrested.

Arrested for what?

About a year ago, honey, he got himself tagged for public intoxication.

Spent the night in the drunk tank.

I posted his bail.

He was still reeling from the death of his wife.

I thought he stopped drinking.

Why don't we swing by HPD?

Maybe they'll kick him if I promise to get him into a program.

You gonna see my dad?

I wanna come.

All right, little man, come on.

We'll all go together.

Let's go, bud.

I can't help you, Magnum. I got no info.

You're gonna have to talk to the detective in charge.

Okay, so point me to who's in charge.

Right behind you, Magnum.

So, what's your interest in this?

Honey, I own as a friend of ours. Wait, you work major crimes, Katsumoto. Since

when do you handle drunken disorderly?

What D&D? This is a murder case.

Your pal's our prime suspect.

Vic's name is Dr. Ellis Mason.

Lived on Kauai. Worked in Honolulu. One of those concierge MDs. And the body was

found in a parking garage by a couple of tourists who also saw Saturn fleeing the

scene. And when Eunice pulled over your friend, he seemed extremely nervous, so

we brought him in for questioning. That sounds pretty circumstantial. Damn right

it does.

You test him for gunshot residue?

GSR results were inconclusive. But we did find blood on his shoes.

Did Honey say what he was doing in the parking garage?

He claims he was a patient, and Mason said to meet him there, but he's not on

Mason's patient roster.

Also, the trunk of Mason's BMW contains supplies of PEDs.

It's steroids.

So Mason was doing some dealing on the side.

You tell me.

Any reason your friend might be interested in PEDs?

No. Hell no.

No way do I believe Honey is juicing his son. I didn't say that. Yeah, but you

were thinking. What makes you so sure Honey didn't kill this guy?

Because I know him. It's not in his nature. Remember that story you told

Rick and me about when you were a kid? Your father got picked up on suspicion

of bank robbery.

And charges were dropped. That's exactly my point. Maybe you're projecting your

father's innocence on a man that you don't know as well as you think you do.

Don't strain yourself reaching to him.

Look, one thing has nothing to do with the other.

I know Honey enough to know that he would never do something to risk losing

his son. Yeah, well, I'd have to hear that from Honey himself, and Katsumoto's

not going to let anybody talk to him except for his lawyer.

Okay.

Well, let's find a lawyer to help sneak you inside. They keep risking their

career. Where are we supposed to find a lawyer with murky morals like that?

Thomas.

Ain't that a friend of Rick's?

Aloha, Honey.

Vanessa Nero, attorney at law.

I'm here to speak to my client, Honey, uh... Uh, Honey Iona.

Legal teams only.

Oh, Mr. Magnuson?

He's been a trusted investigator at my firm for years.

Magnus?

Whatever.

Perhaps now would be a good time to settle up, sweetie.

I think Rick told you you get your money when the job's done.

I got you in, didn't I?

We're done.

Okay.

Maybe I can get a receipt for that?

My office will email you.

Don't mind me, dog.

I'm not even here.

I know you.

You're Coach's friend.

Yeah, that's right.

Thomas Magnum. I'm a private investigator.

Who's McCall? He's safe with TC.

Honey, I want to help you, but you have to tell me what happened.

I had nothing to do with that.

I swear it.

Dr. Mason was already dead when I got there.

Why didn't you call the police?

I don't know.

I panicked.

I wasn't thinking clearly.

Wow.

If you were Mason's patient, why would you meet in a parking garage?

It was his idea.

He was treating me off-book.

I couldn't afford his usual fees and insurance wouldn't cover it.

Treating you for what, exactly?

Just general things.

General things. So it had nothing to do with the PEDs in his trunk.

Performance enhancing drugs, the steroids. I don't know anything about

that. Did they tell you about the threats?

What threats?

Dr. Mason was being threatened by someone.

Another patient, I think.

And how would you know that?

Because he confided it to me more than a week ago.

I told the arresting officers, but because I didn't have a name, they

ignored me. Or they didn't believe you.

Was the parking garage the only place that you and Mason would meet up?

A couple times he had me meet him downtown at a gym.

What gym?

I don't know if you noticed, but your boy in there wasn't being entirely

honest. I thought you weren't listening.

I read body language fluently.

He's going to need a really good defense.

Make sure you give him my card, doll.

Vanessa was right.

Honey was holding back something.

But if he was right about someone threatening Dr. Mason, then the boxing

gym seemed like a good place to start.

But first, I had to find someone to look after Mac.

It's out of the question.

It's just until TC and I get Max Dowd out of trouble.

Look, I appreciate the enormity of the situation and I feel for the child. His

name's Mac.

Mac. But I have a lot of work to do here and no time to babysit. Besides, what

would I even do with him?

You could feed him.

My nephew was always starved when he was Makoa's age.

Right.

Then... Come along, Mak.

Let's get you fed.

Do you like duck?

I think we have some left in the refrigerator.

No worries. I'll make him a grilled cheese sandwich.

Yeah,

he said, uh, Mason used to come in here from time to time. In fact...

Just last week, he got an altercation with that beast, Wade Steuben, an MMA

fighter.

All right, let's go talk to him. Wait, hold on.

On that note, in order to get the information out of him, I had to offer

up a sparring partner for his boy.

Who, me?

You offered up me.

All right, man, who's his boy?

That guy.

No, this dude?

That sounded vicious.

Relax. You got 30 pounds and a four-inch reach advantage of the guy. You'll be

fine.

Yeah, stay away from his left.

And his right.

Look, just bob and weave, man. Get a couple minutes in there.

We'll talk to Steuben.

We'll get at it.

Have some fun.

I'm going to kill you for this.

Wade Steuben.

Big fan.

There was some fight last week.

I haven't had a fight in months.

No, I'm talking about the one you had here with your steroid supply.

A little run-in?

Look, I'm trying to get a little something-something from a fighter up

here. What do you think?

I wouldn't waste your time.

Why is that?

That jerk sold me a masking agent to pass drug tests.

I failed twice.

It cost me a two-year suspension, three endorsements, and a title shot.

Hey, I'll be right back.

Two years suspension?

Sounds like a pretty good reason to kill a guy.

What, you didn't hear?

Alice Mason was shot two days ago.

What are you, a cop?

Private investigator.

Then no one will mind too much if I kick your head in.

I'll mind.

T.C., gotta go!

Goodbye.

Katsumoto. It's Magnum.

You seriously need to look into a guy named Wade Steuben, an MMA fighter.

Magnum. I'm pretty sure he's the one Han he said was threatening Alice Mason.

Look, he's got motive and a temper.

I've got something better. A murder weapon.

Heckler & Koch 9mm.

Where? That's the best part.

We have security footage of being tossed into a dumpster a half mile from the

murder scene.

Three guesses who did the tossing.

He's being transferred to Oahu Correctional.

Prosecutors officially charged him with murder one. Let's go.

Are you thinking about your father?

I'm scared I won't see him again.

Of course you will.

You'll come to discover that Mr. Magnum generally succeeds in what he sets out

to do.

How come?

Do you remember what this piece is called?

The Knight?

This particular one.

happens to be the White Knight.

And players often underestimate it because it's unassuming.

Its moves seem almost erratic, unpredictable.

But quite often, it will surprise you.

You could almost argue it's the most important piece in chess.

Next to the queen, of course.

But the knight won't let you down.

What do you mean I'm letting you down? Honey lied to me. He must have had good

reason. Just because we're down at the half don't mean the game is over. No,

this isn't halftime.

This is sudden death and we're on our own two-yard line.

He had the gun.

There must have been some good explanation for that.

We're not going to know what it is until they're finished processing him. Look.

You have to consider the possibility that Honey is guilty.

Look, Wade Steuben is the killer. I know it in my bones.

And so do you.

Maybe TC was right.

But someone with Steuben's temper and penchant for violence wouldn't have

needed a gun to kill Mason.

Maybe we're missing something.

There she is.

Not now, Magnum. I'm slammed.

More like slamming.

Hey, I got a present for you.

You got that from the vending machine outside in the hall.

You know the quality of your bribes has taken a serious nosedive. It must not be

that important of a favor.

No, it's important.

I just didn't have time to stop and get something better.

So what do you mean?

You know the autopsy on Dr. Mason. Was there any bruising or contusions

indicating a struggle with somebody really strong?

I did notice some bruising, but I haven't done the full workup yet.

I can't give you anything conclusive until I start the autopsy. Can you let

me know as soon as you do? There could be another bag of stale chips in there

for you.

Fine. The sooner you leave, the sooner I can get started.

Thank you.

Don't touch it, Magna. I wasn't.

I didn't really need to pick it up anyway.

I recognized the crest on the valet ticket.

The Luna Lilo Palace Hotel and Condos.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

My daughter was told that she'd be able to pick up her husband's wedding ring

here. You're Mrs. Mason?

Yes, this is my mother, Ruth. I'm Thomas Magnum. I'm investigating Dr. Mason's

murder.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Thank you. We appreciate what you and the other officers did.

Capturing the man responsible?

Oh, uh... These past two days have been so awful.

At least now Brooke can fly home to Kauai with some small sense of closure.

You're welcome.

I don't know what made me feel worse, their grief or that I was working to

undo their closure.

The Luna Lilo's night manager was an old client of mine. He confirmed that Mason

rented a condo there during the week, saved him from the commute back and

forth to Kauai.

A 50 from TC was enough to get us a keycard into the place.

Who still uses these fossils anymore?

People afraid of their voicemails getting hacked.

It's me.

Meeting's running late. I'll just meet you at the condo tonight.

Text me when you get this.

Doesn't sound like his wife.

You're gonna pay for screwing up my career, Mason. You can't hide.

That's way too stupid.

We have to find out who she is and how she's connected to Mason.

She had a key card to his condo.

Do I got to draw you a map?

She's Mason's little side chippy. Side chippy?

Look, don't get sidetracked.

Steuben's who we're after, not Mason's little extracurricular bedroom buddy.

All right, boys, we're in luck.

Borrowed this from a pawn shop buddy of mine. Now, he's a loner, so please be

gentle.

Better be watching your back.

There it is.

That should be enough for the cops to pick Steuben up. Check out whatever

phony alibi he comes up with.

It's honey I owe now.

I won't ask again.

Stop calling my house.

You don't have to remind me about the money I owe. You'll get it. But stop

harassing me.

Honey owed Mason money.

So? What if he did?

That's a motive. You always owe me money. That don't mean I'm gonna kill

you. Look, Steuben's still the one throwing threats around.

I agree, but everything on this tape is evidence.

I'm obligated to turn it over to the cops. You can't do that. It's not just a

question of what's ethically right. I could lose my license.

That tape could be the nail in Hani's coffin.

Motive is the one thing that the cops don't have. They have everything else.

Okay, why won't you accept that? You're not going to turn that tape over. Hey,

let's all remember we're friends.

How do you know things are getting out of hand when I'm the voice of reason?

Look, you have to have more than a feeling that Hani is innocent. How many

times when we were serving together did you have a feeling or a hunch about

something? Me and Rick always had your back. That's different, all right?

You're projecting. Just because your father was innocent doesn't mean that

everybody... He wasn't!

My father was involved in a robbery, and he went to prison for it.

I lied about him being acquitted.

I lied for a long time. I lied to myself, my friends.

I went to live with my grandparents for six years until he got early parole.

Why didn't you tell us?

Man, you have no idea what that did to me.

But I have an idea of what it's going to do to Makoa.

Well, Tommy, what are you going to do now?

What's this?

It's from the VIX answering machine.

Threatening phone call from Wade Steuben and something else.

You'll know what it is when you hear it.

You did it, didn't you?

Gave that tape over to the cops?

Yeah.

Well, good.

You upheld the law.

Protected your license.

I hope it was worth it.

Because you just threw away our friendship.

Part of me wanted to believe that TC didn't mean what he said about me

throwing away our friendship.

In a million years, I couldn't imagine that bond ever being broken.

So why do I feel like my right arm was just ripped out of its socket?

You gotta fix this thing between you and T.C., man. If not for yourself, then do

it for me.

You. Yeah.

You have any idea how hard this thing is on me?

I'm a child with divorce, you know. I guess we're gonna have to share custody.

I get you every Tuesday and Thursday and alternate weekends.

That's not funny. Look, I wanted Honey to be innocent, too, but when all the

evidence points to his guilt, I couldn't just sit on that.

I just hope T.C. comes around to see that.

You and me both, brother.

Hakuna. Got that autopsy result you wanted?

Oh, well, that's kind of, uh... Go ahead. Hit me.

Well, you were right about there being a struggle. But the bruising on the torso

was pretty light.

An abrasion on the cheek, two scratches on the neck.

Scratches? Yep.

Angles indicate that the assailant was no taller than 5'6 or 7". A woman.

That would be my guess.

Hey, did you or forensics turn up any light brown hair?

Forensics found a couple of strands in Mason's car, but we haven't matched them

up to anyone yet.

Dr. Kuna, I owe you a truckload of metal chips.

Where you going?

Prison.

No more lies, honey.

Five-O has everything they need to put you away.

The gun, the blood, your debt to Mason. So before I lift another finger to help

you, you need to tell me the truth.

How much money did you own?

Twelve hundred, give or take.

But he promised that he'd forgive my debt if I got him a gun.

For protection.

Because of the threats he was receiving?

Yeah.

Days later, I go to meet him.

Saw his body.

And I saw my gun laying there.

I panicked.

I took it to get rid of.

I knew the cops would think I did it.

Why didn't you tell the cops the truth?

At least about the drugs.

Because I was ashamed, man.

Scared.

I thought they'd take McCall away from me.

What'd you expect, giving steroids to a 13-year-old? What?

I would never.

They were for me.

I was struggling after my wife died.

I needed to take them for my depression.

We were taking PEDs for depression.

Nothing else worked.

They elevated my moods.

Gave me stamina to keep going.

Did you ever see Mason with a woman?

Light brown hair, young, probably early 30s.

I think I saw her drop him off at the gym once.

I remember thinking it's odd that she was driving a truck.

Red pickup.

Who is she?

You have a name?

Daisy. I overheard him talk to her on the phone last week.

He wanted to stop what they were doing.

And he was done.

They were having an affair.

A red pickup plus the name Daisy was enough for my contact at the DMV to get

me the address of a Daisy Chase in Pearl City.

And the little bit Honey remembered about the phone call sounded a lot like

Mason was breaking off a relationship with her.

I'm not sure if that's motive enough to commit murder, but it's a start to

finding out what her game is.

Fullback runs to the sidelines, guards shift their positions, creating a lane

for the running back to run to, with fullback as lead blocker.

So that's a Packers sweep.

It's like tactical strategy.

I'm starting to see the appeal.

Let me show you a bootleg play.

We've got company at the gate. Very unhappy company.

Can I help you?

I'm Ilana Reed from Child Welfare.

We have reason to believe McCall Iona is on these premises.

And what reason would that be?

A phone call to Oahu Community Correctional was made from this address

by Makoa.

Actually, I was the person who made that phone call to the prison.

Dating pool's gotten a little shallow.

We have a recording of the call.

Oh.

Took a shot?

Look, I can assure you, Ms. Reed, that Makoa is quite fine where he is.

Well, I'd like to take your word for that, but I'll need to come in and speak

with him.

To make sure his needs are being met.

Well, it says his best need at the moment is to be safe and secure.

Then I'm afraid I'm going to have to respectfully decline.

I'll be back with a warrant if I have to. You do that.

And in the meanwhile, may I suggest you sod off?

Nicely done.

McCall, what were you thinking calling the prison?

Mac?

Uh-oh.

I'll get the car.

An empty, idling truck.

Partially open front door.

Never a good sign.

I don't know anything.

You're making a mistake.

Your boyfriend made the mistake.

Where's the money?

Hey!

I won't have to use this.

So don't make any moves.

Back for round two.

Tap out, big guy.

Tap out.

You broke my leg. Yeah, probably a couple ribs, too.

I'm gonna call an ambulance.

Don't hobble off.

911 emergency.

Stay on the line, sir. A unit is on the way.

Daisy?

He's not gonna hurt you anymore. I just want to talk.

Easy. Easy.

Okay? He's the bad guy. I'm the good guy.

Look, I called 911. The cops are on their way. But you need to tell them the

truth. The truth?

Yeah. You can't let an innocent man take the fall for Mason's death.

Wait, you think... Why would I kill Ellis?

His death screws up everything for me.

We were partners.

I work for Biomark Pharmaceuticals.

You supplied Mason with the PEDs.

It's not like we were pushing the stuff.

Ellis would sell the samples I gave him and we'd split the profits 50-50. But

Mason wanted to stop. He spoke to you about it over the phone.

He always felt guilty about what we were doing.

Only did it to supplement his income.

His wife Brooke came from money.

He was just trying to provide her with the lifestyle she was accustomed to.

But Steuben said Mason was your boyfriend. You're saying it was strictly

business. It was.

I don't get why people assumed we were sleeping together.

Maybe everyone thought that, but I could only think of one person who'd murder

for it.

Is that what's called unnecessary roughness in the field?

How did you find me?

You made it abundantly clear how much you love this game.

Almost as much as you love your father.

Mac, you didn't have to run away.

I heard what that child welfare lady said about coming back with a warrant.

You wouldn't be able to stop them from taking me away.

You underestimate me and the White Knight.

Magnum won't quit until he gets the truth, okay? You can't either.

If my dad doesn't come back, I'm alone.

Dad is counting on you to be strong.

He needs you to believe in him. That's what's going to get him through every

hour of every day until this is over.

And you won't be alone.

There's Coach TC, Magnum, their friend Rick,

Kumu, even me.

Whatever happens, you are not alone.

What man?

I don't blame you for not wanting to talk to me, okay?

So I'll do the talking and you listen.

I'm sorry.

Okay, you were right. You've followed my lead when I've acted on instinct more

times than I can count.

But at the end of the day, no matter what we did, we did it together.

You got a point to make here?

Yeah.

I think I may know who Ellis Mason's real killer is, but I can't do it

without you.

And your chopper.

Hello? Hello, Ms. Mason. This is Thomas Magnum. I met you and your mother

outside the medical examiner's office.

Yes, I remember.

Detective Magnum. No, no. Actually, I'm a private investigator.

Listen, I've come across some shocking information about your husband that you

and the authorities may not be aware of.

What sort of information?

It's probably better if I show you. How quickly could you be on a plane to Oahu?

Now what?

Brooke Mason's laundry. Don't ask how we got it. Just have forensics run it for

gunshot residue.

Look, Magnum, I know why you're doing this. I'm not stupid.

And that boy who's staying at your place, he's Hany Iona's kid. If his

father goes away, he gets spat into the foster care system.

Look, I sympathize, but the prosecutor's satisfied we have our guy.

Sure. We also found this airline receipt.

It proves that Mason's wife didn't fly to Oahu after you notified her about her

husband. She was already here.

Two hours for the murder. Should be enough to bring her in for questioning

until forensics finds the GSR. She'll be landing at the airport in ten minutes.

Miss Mason played off the inconsistencies in her timeline as

confusion. A jury might find that understandable, considering the

emotional trauma.

So a lot hinged on what forensics found on the clothes.

The one she was wearing when she confronted her husband in that parking

garage. About an affair he wasn't having.

I began to realize that GSR and Ms. Mason's clothing wasn't going to fully

exonerate Ani. For that, we needed to confess.

Huh? How did we do that?

Go get Katsumoto.

Tell him you want to talk to him privately.

About what?

I don't care. Just keep him occupied as long as possible.

All right.

Tech, can I have a word?

Now? Yeah.

Excuse me a moment.

What is it? I thought of something that might be helpful.

When I was nine years old, my father went and got himself arrested.

Magnum. Miss Mason, I wasn't lying when I said I had new information about your

husband. I'm not interested in anything you have to tell me.

You were wrong.

He wasn't cheating on you.

Daisy Chase and he were business partners, that's all.

In fact, he was illegally selling steroids for you to keep you living in

luxury.

I don't believe you.

You made an understandable but terrible mistake.

You thought the person you love betrayed you, and I know how awful that feels.

But Ellis was faithful.

By all accounts, he loved you very much.

After all those years, man, I just had to just line up myself, line up my

friends. Now, what does all that have to do with the case?

You don't see the poetry in all this?

Poet? Where's Magna?

It was an accident.

I just wanted to talk to him.

I picked up the gun, but I didn't mean to.

I didn't mean to do it.

Luckily, Katsumoto came back in time to hear Brooke Mason's full confession.

Who knew if I was ever going to get her to repeat it?

Honey still had to face charges for the gun, but the confession was enough to

get him released on bail, which TC posted... again.

So, uh, I know we never actually, um... Yeah, I know.

I mean, I know you apologize, but I didn't really accept it officially.

That's true.

Are we good?

Always, brother.

Lateral 22, just like we worked on in practice, all right?

Let's go.

Let's go!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Hey,

tell me, boy, you care to make this game a little more interesting?

Are you seriously suggesting betting on a child's football game? Hey, I'll take

action on anything.

I'll take a piece of that.

You're in.

So will I.

What?

Not against a friendly wager.

It doesn't change the fact that American football is nothing more than an

overcrowded, far too regulated bastardization of rugby.

But it has its charms.