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Mrs. Yang,

- Thomas Magnum.
- I'm Juliet Higgins. Hi.

We spoke on the phone earlier.

What are the police doing here?

Well, you said your husband was taken,

and in these circumstances, we
think it's best to involve HPD.

Ma'am, I'm Detective Katsumoto.
May we come in, please?

- Uh, yes, of course.
- Thank you.

When was your husband taken?

Last night. I think somebody
came in through that door.

Get CSU down here.

Have them dust that door for prints.

Where'd you see him last?

Right over there.

In this room?

Yes. Up there.

Up on the shelf?

Mm-hmm.

Mrs. Yang, was there, by any chance,

an urn on this shelf that
contained your husband's ashes?

Yes. My husband's been dead
for ten years now.

I see.

Um...

Could you give us a moment, please?

Sure. I'll go put some coffee on.

That's very kind, thank you.

You said there had been an abduction.

Don't look at me. Magnum took the call.

She called in a panic,
said she needed a P.I.

and that her husband had been taken.

What was I supposed to assume?

Make sure you take a B and E statement.

What? How was I supposed to know?

So, you guys got this one, right?

Yes. Yes, this... we got it.

Okay.

Well, uh, technically, it...

it is still a missing persons case.

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Could you describe the urn?

It's made of brushed silver.

Maybe about ten inches tall.

I-I think I have a picture
where you can see it.

Thank you.

And you're certain they didn't
steal anything else?

Just my Richard.

I don't understand why someone
would want to take him.

It is made of silver.

I suppose somebody could
pawn it off or melt it down.

That urn was all I had left of him.

A few years ago, I had a house fire.

I only had time to grab
one thing, and of course I...

You took your husband. Of course.

I lost everything else.

Photos,

cards, mementos.

All I had left were
memories and that urn.

Well, we will do whatever we can
to get it back to you.

Yeah, that's a promise.

Thoughts?

Stolen property case, not much value.

Could be a drug addict
looking for a quick flip.

Yeah, odd, though, that they
left several items behind

of greater value.

I guess it's easier
to steal a ten-inch urn

than a 50-inch flat-screen.

Unfortunately for our client,
even if we do manage

to recover the urn, the
likelihood of that bag of ashes

still being inside seems kind of remote.

Yeah, but you saw how important
it was to her. We have to try.

You know, it would be remiss
of me if I didn't point out

that you really should have
vetted this case more thoroughly

when you spoke to Mrs. Yang.

I was wondering how long
it was gonna take

for you to bring that up.

Well, it was a pretty big
screwup, Magnum, even for you.

Oh, come on. You got to be kidding me.

We were here for less than an hour.

You better remember
to pay this one, Magnum,

'cause while the Ferrari is Robin's,

and the registration is under
his name, the vehicle

- is your responsibility.
- My car, my responsibility.

Yes, I know. You told me a hundred times.

Well, you still haven't
managed to pay off

the cost of the two new tires.

I'm trying to get Five-O to cover that.

D-Do you even see a sign?

I don't see a sign anywhere
that says "no parking."

Oh, come on. That's not fair.

I-It's completely hidden

behind the tree.

I can definitely fight this.

Hang on.

If you didn't see the "no parking" sign,

then maybe the thief didn't, either.

Maybe they got a ticket, too.

Look what I found on the Internet.

Hmm?

HU, baby.

Now, listen, I thought we could
have our very own Wall of Fame.

So do me a favor, slap your
signature down on that bad boy.

Oh, man.

Nobody's ever asked me
for my autograph, man.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Oh, listen, could you do me a favor?

Could you sign it "Mr. Irrelevant"?

I know you're sensitive
about the whole thing,

so why don't we go with "Theodore Calvin,

aka Mr. Irrelevant"? Go.

Look, I ain't doing that.

Oh, come on. Why not?

Man, it's...
Being the last pick in the draft

is not something I'm proud of.

Yeah, but you were drafted, man,
that's awesome. Please?

Come on. Please? Sign it.

- Please?
- This is messed up, man.

All right.

Mr. Irrelevant here.

Pretty big dea... Well, a minor big deal.

All right, all right.

Let me see what you got,
let me see what you got.

"To my good friend...

Orville."

Well played, my friend. Very well played.

Dre! Dre! Dre! Dre!

What's going on over there?

I guess Eddie got some kind of bonus

down at the car dealership,
started buying rounds

for everybody, and then some genius

mistook him for Andre Reed.

Hall of Famer Andre Reed?

The very one. And I guess
he decided to go with it.

- Whatever you need.
- Excuse me, Mr. Reed?

Sorry to bother you, but I work
at the local pediatric hospital,

and a lot of our kids
are huge football fans.

Would you be able to visit
while you're on the island

and sign some autographs?

No, no, no.

He wouldn't.

I'd be happy to.

Oh, my God.

Mahalo. Here's my card.

Um...

Mr. Reed?

Andre Reed?

Can you come over here and have a word

with us for just a second?

I know you're busy,
but could we have a few moments

of your precious time, sir?

- Thank you.
- I will be right back.

Hey, man, thanks for
not blowing my cover.

Yeah, uh, Eddie, about that...

Look, visiting that hospital,
it's a bad idea.

I couldn't say no. Come on, brother.

You remember what it was like.

You played once. I mean,

you didn't play on my level...

Dude, you're not Andre Reed.

Yeah, look, h-he's right.

You can't go around pretending
to be somebody you're not.

Especially to a bunch of sick kids, too.

What's wrong with letting a few
kids thinking I'm Andre Reed

if it's gonna make them happy?

Another round.

You're buying. No problem.

This ain't gonna end well.

Nope.

You know, Hawaii actually has an app

that allows you to pay
your parking fines.

Yes, but you saw the branch.

Right? It was completely
blocking the sign.

I mean, I can fight this.

If I fight it, I don't have to pay it.

That would be an insane
waste of time and court costs.

Just pay the bloody fine, Magnum.

No. You know, on principle, for everybody

that the system failed,

I will fight this and I will not pay it.

- Well, you're gonna lose.
- Have a little faith in me.

I can't believe you're being this
cheap. I mean, you screwed up.

Just own it.

What is wrong with you today?

Oh, can't I be exasperated
at your unwillingness

to admit fault and admit
responsibility for once?

No, it's not that. It's something else.

Spill it. It'll make you feel better.

My visa's expired.

What are you talking about?

When Robin first hired me,

I thought the job might be temporary,

so I applied for a temporary
visa and now it's up.

If they won't renew it, then,

I mean, I have to go back
to the U.K. to reapply,

and that could take some time.

Well, how long?

Six months, maybe more.

Well, what are you gonna do about it?

Well, I have an immigration
lawyer, obviously,

who's working on it.

But, um, understandably,
it's kind of stressful, so...

Sorry for taking it out on you.

You still have to pay that ticket.

- Could you grab that?
- Yeah.

It's my HPD contact.

Okay, so he says that there was
a car ticketed on Lynn's road

at 10:43 last night.

Lines up with the approximate
time of the robbery.

He's forwarded
the registered owner's I.D.

The vehicle is owned
by one Scottie Liu. No record.

Lives in Mililani.

Gordie.

What are you two doing here?

Was about to ask you the same question.

We're following a lead
on the missing urn case.

Who's the victim?

Name's Scottie Liu.
Lived in the building.

Neighbors heard a noise, found him dead.

Looks like a homicide.

- You said you were working a lead?
- Yeah.

We think that Scottie Liu
may have been our thief.

Well, either
it's a crazy coincidence or...

These two crimes are related.

So what can you tell us

about Scottie Liu?

Well, he's a hospice nurse
over at King's Medical.

Had a girlfriend.
We're looking for her now.

Okay, so gainful employment
and a steady relationship.

Our "drug addict looking
for a quick flip" theory

kind of doesn't seem to fit.

Assuming Liu is our thief,

why the hell would he break
into a house to steal an urn?

I am just here to solve his murder.

Whatever Liu wanted to do with your urn,

that's for you to find out.

You got five minutes.

Don't disturb anything.

Apply for an extension?

Huh?

For your visa.

So you can buy yourself some

- time to renew it?
- Oh!

You can do that? Wow.

Yes, of course I did... it was denied.

Well, you know, you, uh,

can always overstay your visa.

You have 180 days.

Yeah, and 171 days ago,

that might have been an option.

So you've already overstayed your visa.

Yeah.

And if I'm still here in ten days,

I get barred from
reentering the United States

for three years.

Three years?

You know, there is, there is...

one thing you can do.

What's that?

Well...

we can get married.

- Come again?
- You know,

we get married, you get your green card.

Problem solved.

Surely you're not serious.

No, I'm totally serious.

You know that marrying
for a green card is illegal.

I don't see any other option, do you?

Magnum, I'm not gonna commit a crime.

Well, the offer's still on the table.

Thank you for your generous...

proposal, but I'm going to, uh...

respectfully decline.

Okay, well, what are you gonna do?

I don't know.

My lawyer will figure it out.

Okay.

No sign of any urn.

I'm guessing Scottie must've
got rid of it somehow.

Or he stashed it somewhere.

Maybe we should go to the M.E.'s office,

see what Noelani can
tell us about his murder.

Mm-hmm.

Let's hustle, she's probably
already filling in Katsumoto.

Wait, Magnum, this is a loading zone.

Oh, come on, you're not seriously

going to use the ticket
from a previous infraction

to avoid a second one on the same day?

What are they gonna do, ticket me twice?

Wha...

Come on.

We miss anything?

No, I was just about to tell
Detective Katsumoto

that Mr. Liu's C.O.D. was
blunt force trauma to the head.

He was struck twice in the parietal bone,

which caused intracranial hemorrhaging.

He's also showing some
defensive bruising,

which suggests there
was likely a struggle

before the fatal blows.

Any idea what the killer hit him with?

That's where it gets tricky.

This is Mr. Liu's skull.

See the fracture right here?

It has a unique shape.

And it doesn't match
any common instruments

used in a murder like this,

such as a hammer or a bat.

When CSU processed
the apartment, they didn't find

any trace evidence
on anything that could've

been used as the murder weapon.

Hold on.

Could this have done it?

Yeah. Yeah, that could
definitely be a match.

Thanks, Magnum.

You might've just done my job for me.

Okay, so if our missing urn was
indeed the murder weapon,

then it confirms that
Scottie Liu was our thief.

Since we didn't find
the urn at his apartment,

it means that the killer
must've taken it with them.

Which could mean he was
after the urn to begin with.

Or the killer just didn't
want to leave it behind,

because his prints were on it.

Well, either way, we find
the killer, we find the urn.

And our client's husband's ashes.

Thank you, Dr. Cunha.

No problem.

I'm gonna check in with the unis.

See if our canvass turned up any leads.

Keep us in the loop?

Sure, same as you do for me.

If Mr. Liu's killer was after
the urn, it begs the question...

What the hell is it about that urn

that people are willing
to rob and kill for?

Exactly.

Maybe there's something else
inside the urn.

You know, obviously, besides the ashes.

Something valuable.

- Such as?
- I don't know.

But maybe we should talk to our client.

See if there's something
she didn't tell us.

Mm.

You got to be kidding me.

What did you think?

That you could flagrantly
disobey traffic regulations

twice in one day without repercussion?

What happened to "lightning
never strikes twice"?

Uh, I believe the saying is

"lightning never strikes
the same place twice."

You think there was something else

inside Richard's urn?

I'm sorry but that's...

Insane, yes, we know.

But people don't just go around
stealing urns, Mrs. Yang.

And this one was stolen, uh...

twice in less than 12 hours.

Well, as far as I know, there was

nothing else in there, except Richard.

Right.

Do you recognize this man?

Wait.

Yes.

He's a nurse at King's Medical.

Richard's older brother Buddy
was in hospice care there.

I visited him before
he passed and this man

was the nurse who was taking care of him.

Hold on.

This was Buddy.

I was his only living relative.

Okay, so before Buddy Yang dies,

he tells Scottie Liu
something that compels him

to go to Lynn's house to steal that urn.

There had to be something valuable in it.

That's the only explanation.

If that's the case, then why not

confide in our client, who's family?

Why tell, essentially, a total stranger?

Well, if Scottie was his hospice nurse,

he wasn't a complete stranger.

Yeah, but you see my point.

Yeah, I understand.

On the other hand, though, I mean,

if Buddy was willing to tell
Scottie something he knew

about the urn, then maybe
he also told someone else.

Yeah, we got to see whoever
Buddy talked to before he died.

Maybe head to the hospital to see

if we can get a list of visitors.

I mean, hospital's probably not likely

to hand out confidential patient records.

Why not? Buddy's dead.

I don't think that matters, Magnum.

Maybe we should ask Gordon for help.

If we ask Gordon, we're gonna
have to get a-a search warrant.

It's gonna eat up valuable time.

I say we just go down there
and take care of it ourselves.

The security office
will have the visitor logs.

Do you have a plan?

Not really.

I'm not really comfortable
winging it, Magnum.

I have an idea.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't
have any doubts about this plan.

What are you talking about?
The plan is great.

I just don't think anyone's
gonna buy you as a physician.

Do I have to remind you about the time

when I played Dr. Thomás Caballé,

world-renowned brain surgeon,
and executed it flawlessly?

I thought he was a vascular surgeon.

You may be right, actually.

Don't worry about it.

The-the plan's gonna work, all right?

Just sit tight.

I'll be back.

Hey.

Dr. Caballé.

Uh, would you mind giving us a hand...

- Kanoa?
- What's wrong?

There's a patient in 417.

He's getting kind of worked up.

We think he may become violent.

Could you help us out?

Of course.

Appreciate it.

Oh, uh...

You know what?

I got to head to the OR.
Would you mind going

down there and I'll just see you
there in a bit?

- You got it.
- Perfect.

Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on...

Wait, Doctor? Doctor?

Can I get some help?

What seems to be the problem, sir?

My bed pan's full.

You know what?

I'll-I'll get an orderly
right away, just...

Yeah, yeah, but wait, I've
been waiting a while now.

I-I know you're a doctor, but...

...can't you help me out here?

Don't ask.

Did you get it?

Yeah, yeah, I got it.

But next time...

you're going undercover.

Okay, so other than our client,

the only visitor
that Buddy Yang had was a

Father Paul S. Brendan.

- A priest?
- Yeah.

He's the parish priest
at St. Bernadette church.

According to the visitor logs,

our victim Scottie Liu was
the one who signed him in.

I can only assume he was there

to administer Buddy's last rites.

Well, still, if he talked
to Buddy before he died,

he's someone we should talk to.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

What's going on?

You got to check this out.

"Top Ten Shaved Ice on Oahu"?

Scroll further down.

Oh, boy.

Yep.

"Ex-NFL Star Visits Sick Kids."

I can't believe he actually
went through with it.

What's wrong with this guy?

I mean, lying to a bunch of kids.

- Who does that?
- I mean...

I guess Eddie's a car salesman;

lying probably comes naturally to him.

It's probably just second nature.

He name-checked La Mariana.

Yeah, I know, he said it was
his favorite place to drink.

And, normally, I'd be all
for the free publicity,

but not if we're gonna get it this way.

Well, that does it.
You got to ban the guy.

From the bar?

Hell yeah. What he did wasn't cool.

Uh, yeah, look, I-I'm not saying
what Eddie did was right,

but telling the guy he can't drink here?

That seems a bit extreme,
don't you think?

Look, he was scamming customers.

Yeah, but nobody got hurt.

But it ain't about that.

Look, I don't know
if you looked around, but...

I-I just don't think we can afford

to turn people away right now.

Yeah, but if you let this slide,

it's like you're saying it's all right.

Come on.

What are we, the integrity police?

Look, it's none of our business.

Right? And besides,
we've all made stupid mistakes.

Look, man,

you do what you want to do.

I mean, this is your place.
But you set the tone here.

Think about it.

What?

Well, I... You won't marry me,

but we find ourselves inside
a church, waiting for a priest.

I actually can't believe you'd
even float that absurd idea.

Way I see it, it's the only
way out of that visa issue.

Magnum, it would be an illegal sham.

Would it, though?
I mean, w-we're kind of like

a-a married couple ten years in.

We sleep under the same roof,
we get on each other's nerves.

We don't sleep together.

That's kind of some people's
definition of a marriage.

Magnum, we're not
getting married, all right?

Not now, not ever.
My lawyer will fix this.

Hello.

I'm Father Brendan.
You asked to speak with me?

Hi. Yes.

Uh, Thomas Magnum and Juliet Higgins.

We're private investigators.
We just had a question

about somebody you visited
in hospice last week.

Buddy Yang.

What is this about?

This morning,

Mr. Yang's nurse Scottie Liu
was found murdered.

We think it had something

to do with an urn he stole

that contained the ashes
of Buddy's brother.

I see.

We believe that the killer might have

been after the urn as well.

And we were wondering if Buddy
might have told you something

that might explain why?

I'm afraid whatever Mr. Yang
said is between himself and God.

Okay, so he did tell you something.

I'm sorry, but the Sacrament
of Penance is a sacred one.

I'm forbidden from disclosing
anything that was said to me.

Father Brendan, if you
have information that could help us

catch Mr. Liu's killer, you
really need to be forthcoming.

I know this might be
difficult to understand,

but I took an oath.

I'm bound by Church law and by God.

I wish I could help.

I truly do.

But I'm afraid there's
nothing I can tell you.

I'm sorry.

You see the way he reacted
when I first mentioned the urn?

Yeah, he barely reacted at all.

Yeah, exactly. He wasn't surprised.

It's like he knows what this is about.

I can't compel a priest to
break the Seal of Confession.

So, there's nothing you can do?

Even if there were,
some things are sacred.

Okay, well, at least tell us

you have something on
Scottie Liu's murder.

Wish I could.

CSU processed the scene.
There were no prints.

And no one in the building
saw anything suspicious.

What about Scottie's girlfriend?
You talk to her?

We did. Last week,

he said he was about
to come into a lot of money.

Said he overheard something
that was gonna change his life,

didn't give her any details.

Never mentioned Buddy Yang or an urn.

That doesn't really give us
anything new to go on.

No. But, I mean, at least it confirms

our suspicion that there
was something of value

inside that urn.

Most likely, what Scottie overheard

was Buddy's confession to Father Brendan.

What can you tell me about Buddy?
What do you guys know about him?

So, according to our client,

he went into corporate security
after he left the Army.

He also did some private security work

for a handful of wealthy
families here on the island.

If he did security work
for any prominent families,

chances are he had some
interaction with the department.

I'll ask some of the older guys
if they knew him.

In the meantime, I'm gonna take
another crack at Father Brendan,

see if I can get him
to reveal what he knows.

I doubt you'll get anywhere.

I mean, he's a man of God, right?

He can't just ignore the fact
that a person's been murdered.

I wouldn't be so sure about that.

Well, I still have to try.

You think you're gonna wear him down

just like you do everyone else?

Gordon's right. It's a fool's errand.

Maybe, but it's worth a shot.

Let me tell y'all.

My favorite game of all time
is The Comeback,

playing in the AFC wild card.

Down 32 points against Houston.

I had three touchdowns
in the second half.

- Epic.
- Yeah, man,

it was a great game. Great game.

How long is he gonna keep this up?

Yeah, I-I...

You know what?

I got a feeling not for long.

- You ratted him out?
- No, man, I'm not a snitch.

- This thing went viral.
- Sir?

- I don't think I would...
- I need you to come with us.

You're under arrest.

What? Why?

You can't go around impersonating
a famous football player.

What's he talking about?

I can explain.

Come on. Stand up.

Guys, come on.

Dude, we warned you.

Higgins and Katsumoto are probably right.

Maybe this is a waste of time.

Father Brendan took a vow he can't break.

But Higgins and I also made
a promise, to our client.

Father Brendan?

Father?

Mr. Magnum? What are you doing here?

Are you alone?

Yes. Is everything okay?

Stay here.

Who the hell are you?

Easy.

Easy.

I asked you a question.

Stop! I don't want to shoot you!

You have nowhere to go.

Listen.

Let's just talk.

Come on, man. I'm not a cop.

I'm just looking for an urn.

No!

That was fast.

Yeah, I was on my way back to
Robin's Nest when you called.

So, care to fill me in?

Guy's name was Gregory Fallon,
a local, had an arrest record.

Assault and possession of a weapon.

Do we yet know how he's
connected to our case?

No.

We ran Fallon's car.

Turns out it was picked up
by a plate reader two blocks

from Scottie Liu's apartment
around Liu's time of death.

So Fallon may have killed Liu.

Well, if that's the case,

then it's likely that Fallon had the urn.

I think he did.

We used Fallon's fingerprint
to unlock his phone.

Found two texts to another number.

First one said "Got it,"

and was sent shortly after
Scottie Liu's time of death.

Okay, so by "it," we can assume
he was referring to the urn.

If he was sending updates, he
was working with somebody else.

What about the second text?

Just a number: four-three-six-two.

Nothing else,
but we're tracing the number

those texts were sent to.

Meantime, I've sent officers

to Fallon's house to search for the urn.

Okay, well, if we're right
about Fallon having the urn,

then it begs one huge question.

If there was something valuable
inside that urn,

and Fallon already had it,

then why would he come here
to confront Father Brendan?

Father, he had a handgun and gloves,

and was lying in wait.

It's obvious that man
came here to do you harm.

And this man risked his life to save you.

And I am in your debt.

But my answer is still the same.

Two people are dead now, Father.

And we think Fallon wasn't
the only person involved.

We think there's someone else,

which means you could still be in danger.

I understand,
but I have to follow my faith,

no matter the risk.

It's okay.

I respect your decision. I think, uh...

I think we all do.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you.

I know you'll do all you can
to solve this crime.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
there's something I have to do.

The man who came to hurt me...
he may have been a killer,

but someone should pray for his soul.

Katsumoto.

All right.

Got a hit on the number Fallon texted.

Belongs to a man named James Hutton.

He grew up on the island,
but moved to the mainland

40 years ago.

Here we are.

James Nicolas Hutton.

He was the sole heir to his family's

vast real estate holdings on the island.

Sold it off piecemeal in the late '80s.

Looks like he's only grown
his family's fortune since then.

Wealthy family... could have
a connection to Buddy.

They might have been one of the families

that Buddy did security work for.

- May I?
- Yeah, of course.

Hutton's in the system.

Couple DUIs in the '70s.

And that's not all.

Seems he was a suspect
in a fatal hit-and-run.

In July of '79, a woman on a bike

was struck and killed on Roundtop Drive.

But when the cops got there,

the driver was nowhere to be found.

The car was registered to Hutton.

Okay, so Hutton struck a pedestrian

and then escaped on foot.
Sounds like an honorable chap.

Well, it says here he told HPD
his car had been stolen

earlier that night.

Still, the detectives
who were working the case

suspected he was the one
behind the wheel.

And that he was heavily
under the influence.

- Why wasn't he ever arrested?
- He had an alibi.

Said he was on
the other side of the island

at the time of the accident.
Two people verified it.

Come on, a rich kid like that
could have bought that alibi.

Okay, we still don't know
how Hutton's connected

to our missing urn.

My guys just searched
Fallon's house. No urn.

Well, we need to retrace Fallon's steps.

See where he went after Liu's apartment

but before the church.

He had to have dropped the
urn off somewhere in between.

There might be something
in his financials. Hang on.

Okay, so,

a few recurring charges.

Only one charge from today.

Okay. This is weird.

It's a one-night stay
at the Okalani Hotel.

I mean, he's a local, right?

Yeah. So why rent a hotel room?

Hold on. What was the second text

that Fallon sent to Hutton...

the number?

4-3-6-2.

I think I know what that is.

- We got to get to the hotel.
- Why?

Because I think
that's where the urn's at.

4-3-6-2.

There's something here
on top of the ashes.

Looks like undeveloped film.

This format hasn't been used for years.

Seems there must be something on there

that was worth killing over.

We have to get that developed right away.

Developing old cartridge film is tricky.

It involves a cocktail
of chemicals, photo paper

and a little luck.

You do it wrong, and it's lost to time.

How do you know how to do this?

Well, when I was kid,
my neighbor was a P.I.

and he asked me to run
errands for him one summer.

Actually had a dark room,
taught me how to develop film.

So I presume this chap is the one

who inspired you
to pursue this profession?

Here I thought
you became a P.I. to annoy me.

Actually worked.

- This is interesting.
- What's that?

Look for yourself.

I'm thinking that's the
aftermath of that hit-and-run

that HPD thought
Hutton was involved with.

You can see Hutton in some of these.

These photos contradict everything

he told detectives back in '79.

- May I?
- Yeah.

We need to find out
who shot this roll of film

and why these photos never came to light.

Assuming he was working
for the Hutton family,

Buddy probably had
something to do with it.

Either he paid off the
photographer or worse.

But either way,
he got his hands on that film.

And then he told his employer

that he destroyed it, but instead

he hung on to it for insurance
or for future leverage.

But whatever the motives were,

I mean, putting it inside
that urn was a stroke of genius.

I mean, no one's gonna look for it there

or let anything happen to it.

It's essentially like putting it
in a safe deposit box.

Except the guilt of the cover-up
weighs on him.

And he confesses to Father Brendan

about the evidence,
the urn, the whole thing.

Only, Scottie Liu overhears the admission

and decides to cash in.

Hutton's a wealthy guy.

And there's no statute
of limitations on manslaughter.

It's the perfect circumstances
for a blackmail play.

So Hutton sends Fallon to
kill Liu and recover the film.

And then Fallon goes after Father Brendan

to close the loop.

I mean... yes,

but this is all conjecture at this point.

Well, that's true, but there is
one way to test this theory.

Fallon left the film for Hutton.

There's no way he's not gonna
go back to pick it up.

Ten minutes.

A guest left a key here for me.

The name's James Hutton.

HPD, Mr. Hutton. Let me see your hands.

Hey, what is this?

We know you hired Gregory Fallon

to recover evidence from a hit-and-run

you committed 41 years ago.

And we know you just flew in from L.A.

by private jet to come pick it up.

You have the right to remain
silent. Anything you say

can and will be held against you
in a court of law.

They let him out, huh?

Oh, after he paid a pretty hefty fine,

pretty much ate up that big bonus of his.

Mm. Ay-ay-ay.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Been sitting there

nursing that same cheap beer for hours.

Don't think he'll be buying
many rounds anytime soon.

Hmm. Mm, mm, mm.

- Yo.
- What?

Oh.

Hey, what's up, man? I'm Andre Reed.

Yeah, we know that.

Hey, I'm Rick. This is TC.

Thanks for coming down.

Wait. What?

I called Robin, Robin knew a guy,

of course, who knew Andre, they
smoothed the whole thing over.

Yeah, he convinced me
not to press any charges.

Then he sent a private
jet to come pick me up

so I could come visit with the kids.

Robin does it again.

So this is where it all started, huh?

Yeah. Look, man, we're really sorry.

Our boy Eddie

over there... he got
carried away trying to be you.

That guy looks nothing like me.

- That's what we said.
- That's what we said.

Anyway, I got to get
over to the hospital,

make it up to these kids.

Hey, I'll give you a ride.

Let's do it.

Hey, can we talk about the comeback?

As long as we don't talk
about the four Super Bowls.

According to HPD,

Buddy was known
as a fixer back in the day,

and did some very questionable
things for his clients,

including threats, bribes, extortion, but

never anything quite like this.

I swear I had no idea Buddy was
involved in anything like that.

My husband kept it from me.

Well, it's likely that he didn't know.

I mean, Buddy wouldn't be the first man

to keep secrets from his family.

My dear Richard is back with me now,

and I have the both of you
to thank for that.

Thank you

for finding him.

Of course.

Well, I think it's been
a pretty successful day.

We returned the urn,

and after 41 years, brought
a criminal to justice.

Yeah, your two parking tickets
not withstanding, I say I agree.

Hello?

Yes.

I understand.

Yeah. Thank you.

Everything okay?

It's my immigration lawyer.

He filed an emergency appeal,
but it was denied.

So it looks like I'm gonna have to
go back to the UK to renew my visa.

He said he was gonna
take care of everything.

Well, obviously, he couldn't.

Okay, well, worst-case scenario,

you got to go back to the
UK for six months, right?

Yeah, that's if I'm really lucky.

He said that there's a backlog
of visa applicants

so it could take much longer, and

'cause I overstayed so long,

there is a chance
that they'll deny me entirely.

I guess you really do
only have one option left.

Magnum, stop it. It's not funny anymore.

I'm not being funny.
I'm telling you the truth.

I think you should seriously consider.

Magnum, it would be a total fraud.

I mean, you're
the hopeless romantic among us.

Surely, this wedding wouldn't
be an ideal situation for you.

It's crazy that you even suggest it.

Okay, it's not ideal,
but we'll figure it out.

We-we can get an annulment later. It's...

It's fine. I don't think
that's the problem, though.

I think it's that you don't know
how to accept help.

What are you talking about?

You think asking for help

is some kind of sign of weakness.

But it's not. It's the complete
opposite of that.

Y...

Look, you've had my back

since before we were even partners.

Let me help you.

This is insane.

I don't see any other option.

I mean, you do want to stay
in Hawaii, don't you?

Yes.

Well,
okay then. You have no other choice.

So, that being the case...

will you fake marry me?

Okay.

Fine. I will.

Really?

Yes, I... Yes.

Okay then.

You do realize
that we're gonna have to undergo

an very rigorous marriage-based
green card interview.

We'll ace it.

Which will require immense

concentration, preparation and study.

- I'm not worried.
- Okay, just don't be cocky,

all right? Not about this.

Whatever you say, Mrs. Magnum.

And don't call me that. Like, ever.

- Okay.
- Ever.