All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. (2018) - 03x14 - Whispers of Death.PHOENiX+Syncopy+MiNX.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

5-3-Central.

Suspect is moving
northbound on Dimond Head.

Request air support.

Suspect is on 18th.

Where's that air support, Central?

Be advised, suspect just ditched

an unidentified object out the window.

Hey, I got something over here.

Driver blew a light,

took off when a cruiser
tried to pull him over.

Unfortunately, he got away.

No plates on the vehicle.

This was in the bag, too?

Yeah. That name mean something to you?

She's a friend.

Oh, man.

I got to say, this new sauce
is something else.

Mm. The balance of heat and flavor is...

- it's quite masterful.
- It's great.

These bad boys are
gonna be a game changer.

What?

Yeah, what's with the look?

What's with the look?

Did anybody ever teach you guys
how to eat a chicken wing?

My God.

Higgins is from England,

so I'll give her a pass, but you two?

I expected better.

I didn't realize there was a correct way

to eat a chicken wing.

Allow me to demonstrate.

Take that.

Now, what you do,

you give it a little twist, okay?

You separate the joints,

pull out the little bone,

and then you lollipop it.

Hmm?

Mmm...

Wow.

Is it possible to be

both horrified and impressed
at the same time?

Hate to cut this short, but...
our client's here.

You know, I really did find the
balance between heat and flavor.

That you did.

Sylvia? Hi, I'm Juliet Higgins.

This is my partner. Thomas Magnum.

Thank you for meeting me.

There isn't much time.

What's going on?

There's gonna be a murder
tomorrow afternoon.

I need help stopping it.
How do you know this?

I'm a psychic.

Synced & corrected by -robtor-
www.addic7ed.com

So, you had a vision

of your client being
murdered by her husband.

Yes. Her name is Megan McGrady.

I tried to warn her,
but that just scared her off.

And when I went to the police...

They had a hard time believing you?

Practically laughed in my face.

And you don't believe me, either.

Oh, we didn't say that.

Well, you might not believe
my gift is real,

but my money is.

You'll either save a life

or make $2,000
giving me some peace of mind.

Please...

I have no one else to go to,

and if something were to happen...

I'd never forgive myself.

Well, Ms. Dupont,

we will take the case.

Thank you, truly.

I see great success
in your future endeavors.

What have you gotten us into?

Nothing we can't handle.

Everything okay? That lady
seemed a little on edge.

Oh, it's just fantastic.

Well, we've just been hired
to prevent a murder

that our client stumbled upon
using her third eye.

She's a psychic.

Oh, really?

Well, I suppose our
investigation will determine that.

But if you ask me,
it's a load of codswallop.

Yeah, I-I'm with Higgy on this one.

You give somebody a crystal ball

and people believe every word
that comes out of their mouths,

including, uh...
how-how do you say that?

- "Codswallop"? Codswallop.
- Yes.

All right, well, I'm on Megan McGrady's

social media right now, which is filled

with delightful photos of her
and her loving husband,

Matt. See... Oh, look.

There they are on their wedding day.

Hmm?

Look, Halloween...

Oh, the day
they bought their first home.

Well, they seem like a happy couple.

Yeah, see, I still wouldn't be
so quick to doubt your psychic.

Why's that?

When I was 15 years old,

I lost the money clip
my grandpops gave me.

It's been in our family for generations.

If he found out, I'd be dead.

So, anyway,

I'm looking for this thing all day long,

until I finally retraced
my steps for the hundredth time

and I got a little desperate.

So, naturally,
you went to see a psychic?

Look, I wouldn't have found that clip

if not for Lady Della Monroe.

I'm just saying,
you guys should maybe have an open mind.

I don't know about psychics, all right,

but I do know social media
only tells half the story.

Got to see this through.

There was 1.1 million worth
of jewels in that bag.

Along with this.

Any idea how your contact info
got mixed up in there?

No.

But I've seen this tiara before.

_

- You must be Teuila.
- Yes.

- Aloha.
- Thank you for seeing me

on such short notice.

It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Marcos.

Please, call me First Lady.

In this day and age,

a woman's got to be more
than just a "missus,"

don't you agree?

Walk with me, Teuila.

I have a proposition for you.

Did you know I commissioned

the Philippines' first cultural center?

Right in the heart of Manila.

I did not.

I admire what you do, Teuila.

The preservation of culture
is a most honorable endeavor.

Everyone has their own
idea of what Hawaii is supposed to be.

Our culture's
constantly being redefined,

but it's too important to lose.

You'll never know how to move forward

if you don't know where you come from.

I could not agree more.

If Hawaii is going to be our new home,

I'm going to need a cultural advisor.

I've only worked at the
cultural center a short while,

I can't just...

This is an opportunity
of a lifetime, Teuila.

I need you

if I'm going to make
a name for myself here.

Why?

Sinta ko,

people need to know

I'm more than just a shoe collector.

Sinta?

It's a term of affection.
Means "darling."

I ain't nobody's darling.

So she offered you the job. Then what?

I turned it down.

Ferdinand and Imelda Marcos
stole billions

from the Filipino Treasury.

They lavished in riches
while their people starved.

When they were overthrown,
they fled to Hawaii.

Of course, they denied
causing any suffering,

making themselves out to be the victims.

I couldn't work for them,
no matter what Imelda offered.

They were never sorry
about what they did,

only that they got caught.

Exactly.

So I can assume you don't know

anything else about these jewels?

Like how they might have
left her estate?

After that day, I never went back.

Katsumoto.

Got it. No, I'll be right there.

Sorry, another case just came up,

but I'll be in touch. Thank you, Kumu.

Okay.

Wow, the Imelda Marcos?

The one and only.

Didn't she have, like,

3,000 pairs of shoes
or something like that?

That's what they say.

Sorry I'm late, had to stop for petrol,

traffic coming from Ethan's
was a total nightmare,

and the Ferrari is taking up two spaces,

so I had to park miles away.

Anyway, last night I did
a deep dive on the McGradys.

They dated for a year,
been married for two.

Both of them work in sales.
Neither of them has a criminal record

and they live in Kapolei.

What?

And a good morning to you.

Beg your pardon?

I think he's saying it seems like

you may have woken up
on the wrong side of the bed.

Hey, if waking up

meant leaving
the warmth of Ethan's biceps,

I'd be in a mood, too.

I-I'm not in a mood, I'm just...

eager to get to work.

We are supposed to be
preventing a murder today.

She's right.

Guess we'll catch you guys later.

Mm.

This is a total waste of time.

Megan doesn't have
a life insurance policy

and she doesn't come from money.

Well, we can cross money
off the list of motives.

What about infidelity?

No, I've-I've looked at
her phone records and emails.

Matt's, too. There's no sign that
either of them are having an affair.

There's got to be something.
We have to keep digging.

There isn't something.

Sylvia was wrong.

Yes, but she did pay us up front,

which means we have to see this through.

- And if she is wrong...
- Which she most certainly is.

...then we follow Megan
around for a day,

ease Sylvia of her fears, case closed.

Hey.

Can I help you folks with something?

Uh...

Yeah.

I'm-I'm sorry. We don't mean
to bother anybody,

but my wife is really in love
with your house.

Oh, it's my favorite in the
neighborhood. It's so charming.

I-I have to ask, would you guys

ever be open to selling?

Oh. No, sorry,

Meg and I got plans to grow
old there, but, you know,

I-I think there's
a four-bedroom on the market

just two blocks down.

Oh, okay... Oh.

- Great.
- Oh, uh, sorry, it's the babysitter.

- Better let you take that.
- Okay.

Gordie. It's me and Higgins.

How do you two know Sylvia Dupont?

How do you know we know Sylvia Dupont?

Well, her call log indicates
you've recently been in contact.

She reached out to us to inquire
about our services.

Sylvia is our client.

- Was your client.
- What do you mean?

Sylvia Dupont's just been murdered.

He's right in here.

Gordie.

Body was discovered by a client
who showed up for a reading.

M.E. estimates she's been
dead about two hours.

Any idea what happened?

Thought it could've been a robbery,

but the cashbox was left behind,

doesn't look like
anything else was taken.

Hey, what kind of case were
you guys working on for her?

Sylvia had a vision of a murder
and hired us to stop it.

- Oh, you're serious.
- Well, she was convinced

that one of her clients
was gonna be murdered

by her husband this afternoon,
but as yet,

we haven't found
anything to support her claims.

What's with the rocks?

They're crystals.

You're supposed to carry them
with you all the time

'cause they vibrate at frequencies

that soothe the mind and body.

My wife's got a collection at home.

Two shots to the chest.

Somebody wanted to
make sure Sylvia wouldn't survive.

Who would want to murder a psychic?

Maybe a client who
realized she was a fraud.

Give me a second. Yeah. Katsumoto.

What are you doing?

Sylvia hired us to prevent a murder.

Least we can do is to look into hers.

♪ Who take my lady
from the tropical island ♪

♪ Who take my lady
to the Hollywood scene ♪

♪ Who flash the money
on her body and her red lips ♪

♪ Who put my baby
on the shutter fall trip? ♪

♪ Say goodbye to your coconut girl ♪

♪ He local boy say goodbye ♪

♪ She's a coconut girl
in a high-fashion world, huh. ♪

If you're thinking about
quitting your day jobs, don't.

Hey, babe. How was it?

I passed.

Turns out, working for
a dictator wasn't really for me.

Kaipu told me about

the interview, cuz.
So, what was she like?

Imelda? She kept saying
how they have nothing,

while giving me a tour of the mansion.

People like Imelda Marcos
ain't used to being told no.

Think she'll call again?

Ugh, she better lose my number.

How was the house?

See any gold toilets?

Didn't check.

But I did see a butler
polishing a gold tiara.

Thing was taller
than a slice of Hula Pie.

No kidding.

I don't know how you
could wear it, though.

Thing must weigh a ton.

Manui.

You okay?

Oh, yeah. Just wondering
if Imelda's butler would be free

to wax my board once he's done
with the silverware.

Hey, Rick? You guys busy?

I hate to sound like Thomas,

but I need a favor.

I think I know who stole
Imelda's jewels.

Each of her clients
has a three-digit code written

next to their name.
What do you make of that?

- Some kind of bookkeeping thing?
- It's possible.

It's hard to know without more context.

What do you have so far?

There's not much to uncover on Sylvia.

No lawsuits, no criminal
charges. Just some bad reviews.

"Dupont will
scam you out of your money."

"She's a con artist."
"Take your business elsewhere."

"Dupont's a charlatan who
pretends to have a gift."

"Dupont's a charlatan,
don't waste your time with her."

Poor syntax, some of the same words,

similar spelling and grammatical errors.

Sounds like it was written
by the same person.

Mm-hmm.

Ah. And indeed they were.

They all came from
the same I.P. address.

Hmm.

Madame Evanora?

Just one moment.

This place needs a good smudge

to clear the energy
my last client left behind.

Uh, we're actually not here
for a reading.

Well, perhaps a chakra
re-alignment, then?

I sense a disturbance

that desperately needs to be corrected.

Well, you are not wrong
about the disturbance.

What's with all the nasty reviews

you've been posting
online about Sylvia Dupont?

I did nothing of the sort.

So it was someone else
from the very same I.P. address

that we traced back to here?

Who are you?

We're private investigators.

Sylvia Dupont is our client.

Or at least she was, until
she was murdered this morning.

Oh, God, how awful.

Do they know who did it?

Well, if anyone was gonna
benefit from her death,

it's probably gonna be her competition.

I.e., the person trying
to sabotage her business.

Well, it wasn't me, I swear.

Where were you between
7:30 and 8:00 this morning?

I held an aura cleansing meditation

from 6:00 to 8:00 a.m. in Lanikai.

Okay, still,

what's with the nasty reviews?

Oh, I was just trying to
keep my business afloat.

Sylvia's readings were so accurate.

Clients were leaving me for her.

So you attacked her

online because she was
a better psychic than you?

There's a difference
between prophesying and having

detailed knowledge of
every facet of a person's life.

For example,

you, my dear, are once again, on
a path toward great heartbreak.

Oh. No, no, no, we're not...

We're not together.

I know. I'm talking about
the other man in your life.

Walls keep things out,
but not just the bad.

Sometimes a guarded heart
is what ends up hurting us most.

And what's that supposed to mean?

That's all I got.

But Sylvia?

It was as if her clients

were going through life with her
right by their side 24/7.

The only way

she could know the things she did

is if she was spying on them.

If she was right and Sylvia
was spying on her clients,

maybe one of them found
out and didn't like it.

How would Sylvia
even go about doing that?

What?

Remember what that uni said in
Sylvia's parlor about the crystals,

that their healing properties...

Could only be experienced

if you carried them with you
all the time.

Got it.

She Trojan Horsed listening
devices into the crystals.

If Sylvia was eavesdropping
on her clients,

she didn't have a vision.

She actually heard Matt
planning Megan's murder.

I pinged Megan's cell...
She's still at home.

What about Matt?

His phone's off-line.

Both their cars are here.
They must be home.

- Megan?
- Megan?

Megan?

I have Megan's phone.

They left in a hurry.

We have to find them.

The Marcos estate probably had people

coming and going all the time.

Any one of them
could have robbed the place.

Yeah, but it doesn't make
sense that some rando

would just go in and swoop
Kumu's contact info, right?

It had to be somebody that knew her.

Now, you sure it was Manui, though?

Well, I keep thinking back to that day.

And how he reacted.

What are the odds of the same
tiara I mentioned

ends up stolen?

Now, Kumu, I got to ask,

is there any chance it was your husband?

Kaipu had his flaws,
but he wasn't a thief.

Manui, though, he was always
in and out of jail.

At the time, he was
working construction,

but work was sporadic.

He couldn't have been making much.

Then a couple of weeks later,

he has enough to start his own business.

Said he won it playing poker.

I had no reason to doubt him then.

But now that you know
the jewels were stolen,

it's all adding up.

How can we help?

I haven't spoken to Manui
in over 30 years.

He pulled away with no explanation.

I've had my theories as to why, but...

there's too much history between us.

If I want answers, I can't be
the one going after them.

Thomas and Juliet are on a case.

You guys are busy,
but can you look into this?

Of course.

I mean, I can't go
to Katsumoto without proof.

We've grown apart,
but Manui is still 'ohana.

Well, we'll let you know
what we find out.

We got you.

We have BOLOs out on both
Megan and Matt. So far nothing.

You may have to update your BOLO.

Matt's phone is back online.

It just pinged at Kahului Airport.

He's on Maui?

And he's on the move.

I'll have Maui PD track him down.

In the meantime, it would help

if we knew exactly
what Sylvia overheard.

We have to find her recordings.

CSU searched her apartment.

Didn't turn up any tapes or hard drives.

I think I may know how to find them.

Most modern listening devices,

they don't transmit to a receiver.

The recordings are uploaded to a system

that you can access online
or through a cell phone.

- Kind of like checking your voice mail.
- How do you know this?

Head of security. It's my job
to know these things.

Can you check Sylvia's
phone records and see if

there's a number that
she calls regularly?

Right. Yeah.

There's an 800 number
that she calls pretty often.

Sometimes multiple times a day.

Enter security code for access.

The numbers from Sylvia's client list.

- They could be access codes.
- Yeah.

Megan's is 3-8-6.

Access granted.

You have one saved recording.

Press "one" to play.

Hello? Yeah, hold on.

Sounds like he's on a phone call.

Okay.

The Willow comes in
on Flight 17 in two days.

Your wife's not gonna get
in the way, is she?

- Nah, don't worry about Megan.
- If you say so.

- Are you sure you can handle her?
- Trust me,

in two days, she'll be dead.

End of recording.

Well, it's clear why Sylvia

thought that Matt was planning
on killing Megan.

But there isn't much else to go on.

But you can almost make out
the voice on the other end,

on Matt's speakerphone.

If we can figure out
what they're saying,

we might have a lead.

I can isolate and amplify the audio.

You know, for all your doubts,

it really seemed like
Madame Evanora got to you.

You know she was just trying to get you

to pay for a reading, right?

Yeah, probably.

We know she's not afraid to play dirty.

She was right about something, though.

I am keeping secrets in my relationship.

Last night,
Ethan asked how Richard died.

And I'm guessing you weren't
entirely honest with him.

Well, no.

I mean, I feel awful,

but I can't tell him the truth

without admitting that I was
once an MI6 operative.

Okay.

It's done.

Hello? Yeah, hold on.

Okay.

The Willow comes in
on Flight 17 in two days.

Your wife's not gonna get
in the way, is she?

Nah, don't worry about Megan.

If you say so.
You sure you can handle it?

Trust me, in two days, she'll be dead.

This recording was from two days ago.

Sylvia was partially right...
Matt is going to kill someone.

Yeah, it just isn't Megan.

Megan must've told Matt
about Sylvia's prediction,

and that's how he was alerted
that they were being spied on.

So Matt takes out Sylvia
so she doesn't tell anyone.

But who is Matt going to kill?

I don't know. "The Willow."

It's got to be some kind of code name.

♪ Why can't we be friends? ♪

Gordie, we have news.

Matt is gonna kill somebody,
it just isn't his wife.

Can't say I'm surprised by that,
given what we just learned.

- Why? What did you find?
- Well, when we couldn't

get any leads on
the McGradys' whereabouts,

I had the lab run Matt's DNA
off a toothbrush

we found at the house.

And I'm assuming you got a hit?

To an unsolved murder

from eight years ago, on the mainland.

Based on the M.O.,
FBI suspects that the unsub

has links to several others.

All the victims had ties to
crime syndicates in their area.

- So he's a hit man?
- That's what it looks like.

But acording the fed's

he hasn't been active for three years.

Three years ago is when he met Megan.

I guess he decided to go clean.

Except now he's coming
out of retirement.

2-Bravo-5 to Central,

advise HPD we're closing in on
their suspect's last location.

Sure you got the location right?

Maui PD searched the area where
Matt's phone last pinged...

Nothing but dirt roads and cow pastures.

- His phone must've died.
- Yeah.

And with it, our only lead.

I'm sending you a map
of all the locations

where Matt's phone pinged
before it was powered off.

If we know where he's been,
he might be able

to figure out where he's going.

He made a lot of stops.

Well, hold on.
He started at Kahului Airport

and then ended up at Kaupo, right?

But he only made right turns
along the way.

He even made those right turns
when turning left

would have made a more efficient route.

Who does that?

Delivery truck drivers.

It's supposed to be safer for them.

Maybe he mailed his phone to Maui

to give himself an alibi.

So odds are he never left Oahu,

and the hit's gonna take place here.

I'll figure out where Matt
shipped his phone from.

We might be able to track
his movements from there.

Okay, we'll work on ID'ing his target.

Manui?

Depends on what you want.

Well, it's a funny story actually.

You see, a bag of stolen jewels

that once belonged to Imelda Marcos

was found on the side
of the road last night.

How's that funny?

Contact info for Teuila Tuileta

was found in the bag.

She's your cousin, right?

Look, I don't know nothing about that.

Teuila and I haven't spoken in years.

So don't try to drag me into this crap.

Is it me, or do you get the feeling

that that guy's got something to hide?

Yeah, that's the feeling I got.

Hang on.

Now look at this. There's-there's mud

and there's scruff marks on the bars,

as if somebody climbed up.

And the window's boarded up.

So you're thinking that somebody
could've used this trellis

- as a ladder and broke in?
- Yeah.

Now, listen, what if Manui

had the stuff in '86,

and held onto it?

Only to have some burglar
break in and steal it.

Right? And if you're Manui,

it's not like you're gonna report that.

Not unless you want to expose yourself.

Buddy of mine from the
Department of Transportation

pulled the footage.

It's from Manui's neighborhood.

We got a list of cars that
are the same make and model

as the car HPD was chasing.

One of them belonged to a Kala Vasega.

Kala? That's Manui's nephew.

Kumu, it seems like Kala
robbed Manui of the jewels.

The problem is, Manui won't talk to us.

After all these years, I think
it's time I pay him a visit.

The Flight 17 mentioned
in the recording must be

Gold Sky Airlines Flight 17.

It arrived in Honolulu an hour ago.

Of the 440 passengers,

275 of them were women,
but there is no way

to know which of them is the target.

There's got to be some way
to narrow it down.

♪ Why can't we be friends? ♪

Gordie.

Your hunch paid off.

Security cam footage placed Matt
at a pack 'n' ship store

in Pearl City.

Plate readers tracked the car
he was driving

from the store to a nearby motel.

- Which one?
- Ocean Winds Motel, near the airport.

Okay, we'll meet you there.

The front desk says
the McGradys are staying

in Room 151 around the corner.
Any word from Gordon?

Not yet, but we can't wait for HPD.

How did I know you were gonna say that?

It's key-card access. You can't pick it.

Who are you?

Easy. We're private investigators.

Do you know where your husband is?

What... W-What do you want with him?

Megan, this is a
matter of life and death.

Your cooperation is vital.

Is Matt in danger?

- You don't know, do you?
- Know what?

W... How do you two know Matt?
What-What's going on?

Megan, I'm sorry to
tell you this, but your husband

is not who you think he is.

Before you two met,
he was a contract killer

on the mainland.

No.

That's crazy.

Matt is a good man;
He wouldn't hurt anybody.

Did you tell Matt
what Sylvia Dupont said

at your last reading?

Wait, how do you know about...

She warned you about him
yesterday, right?

She was murdered this morning.

She thought you were in danger,

but you weren't the target of the hit.

Sylvia could've exposed him,
so he killed her.

No.

- That's not possible.
- Listen to me.

His DNA was found
at the scene of a murder

that the FBI tied
to several other killings.

No...

No, this can't be.

I love Matt.

How can you love someone
and have no idea who they are?

Megan...

Megan, I know this is hard.

For what it's worth,
I think Matt lied to you

because he wanted to hold on to you.

And in order to be with you,
he had to erase his past.

I'm afraid there is nothing
you can do to help him now.

But you can help us to save a life.

Please.

This morning, he...

he said he had to leave the country.

But that he had to do something first.

He said I just had to trust him,

and that he would tell me
everything once it was over.

He booked us this room
so that we could leave

as soon as he was finished
taking care of things.

Did he say where he was going?

No.

But I overheard him on the phone.

He was... he was talking about
some woman.

Has to be the target. "The Willow."

Megan, you have to tell us
exactly what he said.

He said her husband
a-and her son wouldn't be around

because they booked tickets

to the Atlantis Submarine.

Gotta check the passenger list.

I'm gonna use this laptop.

Okay, according to the flight log,

there were only six families listed

consisting of a father, mother and son.

Five of the families
don't have return tickets,

which means they were probably locals.

They're not gonna waste time
doing touristy things like ride a sub.

That leaves us with
Ellen K. Travers, from Michigan,

who is...

...a criminal defense attorney
in Detroit.

That's got to be the target.
Can you find out

- where she's staying?
- Yeah.

Magnum.

We're at the hotel.

- Any sign of Matt?
- No.

But we do know who his target is.

Her name is Ellen Travers.

She's staying in a rental home
in Aina Haina.

There's no phone number listed, though.

Her family's on a submarine tour,

which means she's probably
home alone right now.

All right, send me the address.

You seem busy for someone on vacation.

Matt. What are you doing here?

I might ask you the same thing.

Drop your weapon!

Sir.

This is Mrs. McGrady.

Hi.

Can I just have one minute with him?

One minute.

Hey.

How's Ms. Travers?

Shaken, but all right.

After 15 years as a mob lawyer,

she was gonna roll on her clients.

Decided to meet up
with Feds here in Hawaii

under the guise of a family vacation.

But her bosses still somehow found out.

They must have talked Matt
out of retirement

and convinced him to
make their problem go away.

Well, it's not like he had a choice.

Mrs. Travers's testimony
would have sent him away, too.

So it was in his best interest
to make sure

she didn't make that meeting.

I can only imagine what
she must be feeling right now.

Figured it was just a matter of time

before you showed up.

Nice to see you, too, Manui.

Like I told your friends,

I don't know nothing about
Imelda Marcos being robbed.

And Kala breaking in here
and stealing a bag of jewels?

I haven't seen that kid in weeks.

And if I did, I wouldn't tell you.

Look, if all you guys got is
a bunch of crazy accusations,

I think we're done here.

Cuz, wait.

What are we doing?

What happened to us?

We just went on living our lives.

Grew apart. It happens.

There's a difference between
growing apart

and pulling away, like you did.

So tell me, what happened?

Was it because you knew Kaipu
was having an affair?

How could you ever think that?

You two were so close. How could I not?

Kaipu was my friend,
but you, you're my family!

I'd never hurt you by
keeping a secret like that.

Well, going from family dinners

to never speaking over nothing
doesn't happen.

So tell me, if it wasn't the affair,

it must have been the jewels.

It was so hard back in the day.

Working long hours, going to bed hungry.

Looking up at that family
in that mansion, thinking,

"Look how they live.

Why can't I have a piece of that?"

If things were so bad,
why didn't you tell me?

I would have helped.

You know I'm too proud for that.

I stayed away from you and Kaipu
because if I got caught,

I didn't want them
to think you were involved.

The same reason I grabbed
that paper with your name on it.

You didn't get caught, though.

No.

But I was so ashamed.

When I got out of OCC in '85,
Kaipu got me that job.

I know it wasn't much,

but you were so proud of me,
thinking I've gone straight.

But at the end of the day,

I was still a thief.

I held on to the stash.

Pawned a piece here and there
when I needed money.

I didn't want you to find out,

didn't want you to be
disappointed in me.

So I just... I just stayed away.

Sometimes family disappoints.

But that doesn't mean I'd ever
stop caring about you, Manui.

You know that, right?

I do.

Okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

♪ Well, I haven't seen you in a while ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I miss the sight of your ♪

♪ Your beautiful smile ♪

♪ I miss the feeling of
your skin touching mine ♪

♪ I can't wait ♪

Sorry I'm late.

♪ Till Friday night... ♪

We were starting
to get worried about you.

Oh... Yeah, where you been?

I was at HPD with Manui.

Now, that couldn't have been easy.

Oh, we're all right.

He confessed to the burglary in '86,

but he won't face any charges.

Well, thank God there's a
statute of limitations on burglary.

And since the jewels are being
returned to the Filipino Consulate,

technically, Manui
helped recover stolen assets.

There you go.

And what about Kala's joyride?

Oh, he'll face charges

of evading the police,
but at least no one got hurt.

Glad everything worked out.

Me, too. Is that for me?

It was, half an hour ago.
I'll get you a new one.

Okay.

Anybody want a refill?

I'm good. Thanks.

I'm fine. Thanks, TC.

♪ Talk to me, baby ♪

♪ What's on your mind? ♪

♪ Let's not waste our precious time ♪

How you doing?

♪ Together, baby... ♪

I'm okay.

Just thinking about the McGradys.

About how I have more in common

with Matt McGrady than I would like.

No, there's a big difference
between being a paid killer

and doing it for
Her Majesty's government.

No, no, I-I meant the lying.

His intention was to protect
his wife, but he ended up

hurting her very deeply.

And I just fear that I'm gonna do

the exact same thing to Ethan.

Nah, Ethan can know who you are
without knowing

every aspect of your past.

Yeah, but it's not fair to him.

He deserves the truth.

Maybe you should tell him.

Yeah. Yeah, I think I have to.

I just hope
he can forgive my dishonesty.

You kept aspects of your past
a secret to protect yourself

and the people that you care about.

If Ethan holds that against you...

he's not the one.

♪ I can't wait to see ♪

Thank you, Thomas.

♪ Your beautiful face ♪

♪ All I want ♪

♪ Is to feel your embrace ♪

♪ I'll hurry, baby ♪

♪ No time to waste ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪