All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. (2018) - 01x01 - SVA

Dr. Kil-yon?

Time to go.

What? What's wrong?

They come, too.

This was not the arrangement.

Please.

We go America.

I guess we all go America.

Hey, look at all those cool lights.

White Knight to Little Bird.
Little Bird, are you there?

Go ahead, White Knight.

Okay, so don't judge,

but we're blown. They know we're here.

Can you get to the exfil point?

- Negative.
- Then we're gonna

have to improvise exfil.

What's your position? Give me a marker.

Uh, I see trees.

You don't say? That's all I see, too.

I'm-a need a signal.

You may want to close your eyes.

Got you, White Knight.

Your chariot's on its way.

Hang on, hang on.

You did not just say,
"Your chariot is on its way."

I didn't say it, RJ did.

Yeah, except, in the book, RJ is you.

Yeah, well, this book
ain't exactly gospel.

It's why RJ is 30 pounds lighter

with a "Born in Detroit" tattoo
across his back.

I've never even been to Detroit.

You want to trade?

I'm described as being thickheaded.
You know what that means?

Yeah. That means I'm dumb.

- Well, you did drop out of high school.
- Yeah, but he didn't

have to put that in the book.
In fact, I said it to Robin,

"You know what, if it's
all the same to you,

just leave me out of it."

Meet my three best friends.

The big guy holding the book,
that's Theodore Calvin, or TC.

Ex-Marine Corp chopper pilot.

These days he runs
Island Hoppers, the smallest,

but best helicopter tour
business in Hawaii.

The Italian Stallion,
that's Sebastian Nuzo.

Ex-SEAL. We met during BUD/S
training in Coronado.

Always the overachiever.

He now owns a very successful
marine salvage company.

And the guy making baloney
and pineapple sandwiches,

that's Orville Wright.

For reasons I think
we can all understand,

he hates his name,
so we just call him Rick.

Rick was in the Marines, too.

Door gunner.

Now runs Oahu's coolest beach club,

but mostly he's, well, connected.

If you want something on the
island, Rick is the man to see.

And the poor sap with the
frozen bag of peas on his eye,

that's me.

Thomas Sullivan Magnum.

But we'll get to me later.

Come on, you're not gonna finish?

I was there. I know how it ends.

Although, if it's anything
like Robin's last book,

my character's probably
cowering behind you

while you take on
the entire North Korean army.

Robin's not gonna do that.
Sure, he takes liberties,

but he keeps it believable.

Thomas, you jumped from space. Space.

You know that didn't happen.

What are you talking about?
I HALO jumped into North Korea

to avoid surveillance.

Yeah, but there were no planets involved.

If you recall, I took out two snipers

who would've made that landing
a very unpleasant one.

- I do recall. Mahalo.
- Prego.

All right, before you two make out,

I just want to get back to one thing.

What I don't get is why Thomas
is always front and center

in Robin's books

and we're the sidekicks.

- You know, Dopey's right.
- Dopey?

We were rolling

- like Musketeers back then.
- Dopey?

We were all just as important out there.

Magnum. What are these?

Zone collars.

You put shock collars on Zeus and Apollo?

- It was not easy.
- Hey, Jules, you want a sandwich?

- Sounds lovely.
- She'll take it to go.

Oh, this is gonna be fun.

Zeus and Apollo have every right
to roam as freely as you do.

This is Juliet Higgins.

She lives in the main house.

Works here as Robin's majordomo.

That's just a fancy word
for property manager.

It's just a precaution.
Look, those two hounds of hell

attack me every time
I try to get to my place.

You mean Mr. Masters' place.

This guest house belongs to him.

Thank you for reminding me. Every day.

Now can we get back
to those two terrors and why

- they're not locked up somewhere?
- They're security.

- Then why am I here?
- I am constantly asking

myself and Mr. Masters
that very question.

Look, I love animals,

I really do, but t-those two
are a lawsuit waiting to happen.

Good doggy. Yeah, yeah.

Your BFF doesn't seem to mind them.

Listen, if I see these again,
you're going to be wearing

one of them, and not around your neck.

Understood?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Now, if we're done here,

there's someone named Emily
for you at the front gate.

- You let her in?
- It is not my job

to receive the endless stream
of young women who, for reasons

passing comprehension, choose
to spend their time with you.

- She's a client.
- Well, you can forgive me

for assuming otherwise.
Lovely seeing you gents.

Zeus, Apollo, come on, lads.

I love those dogs.

Emily, I'm so sorry.

I hope you haven't been waiting too long.

No, I just got here a few...

Oh, God, what happened to your eye?

Oh, yeah.

This thing, it's-it's a funny story.

I didn't realize that

the tennis ball machine had
been set to the highest speed.

It's normally at the lowest.

Actually, I think the majordomo here

cranked it up just to mess with me.

You know, my husband was
icing his hand tonight.

Said he had a run-in

- with some jerk outside the Halekulani.
- Hmm.

You wouldn't know anything
about that, would you?

He wanted to know
why I was following him.

When I refused to answer,
he got a little handsy.

That sounds like him.

- You have pictures?
- Yeah.

- I'd like to see them.
- I'm not so sure that's a good idea.

I'd like to get
what I paid for, Mr. Magnum.

Why don't I hang onto them,
just for a little while?

If a week goes by,
and you still want them,

I'll send them over.

Hey. Tomorrow,

I'm gonna e-mail you a list
of all the top divorce lawyers

on the island. You should meet
with all of them right away.

Don't mention my name. They all hate me.

I can't afford
a $700 an hour divorce lawyer.

I know. But once you share
the details of your case,

it becomes a conflict
of interest, and your husband

can't hire any of them.

Evens the playing field.

I hope no one ever breaks your heart.

Eh, too late for that.

You're a good man, Thomas Magnum.

She's right.

Bad guys like her husband get the girl.

Good guys end up with a panda eye.

Story of my life.

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Yeah. I-I know what you're thinking.

"This guy's life doesn't suck."

But before you go hating,

you should know that this
pretty picture is fairly new.

When Robin Masters offered me the job

as live-in security consultant
as a way to supplement

my P.I. business, I jumped at it.

You see, before he was a New
York Times best-selling author,

Robin Masters was a journalist embedded

with our special operations team in Iraq.

He told us, someday he would
pay us back for the material

we were giving him for a series of books

he was planning to write.

You can say Robin Masters
is a man of his word.

And his words have made him
a man of great taste.

Hey!

Forget it.

You can have the towel. It's yours.

Nice doggy!

Heel! Heel!

Heel, boy!

Higgins!

Not today, boys.

Hey, Thomas, it's me.

Look, I know it's short notice, but
I need you to come up to my place.

It's about a job.

I'll explain everything
when you get here.

See you soon.

As a general rule,
I don't work for friends,

but I owe Nuzo.

Before we all beached ourselves
on this rock,

the four of us spent
some time in a POW camp

in Afghanistan.

Truth is, we should've died there.

And if we didn't have each other,

believe me, we would've.

Thomas!

Sebastian was in the
kitchen, when they came in.

I took Jake and we hid in the closet.

I didn't know what else to do.

Did they say anything
when they grabbed him?

Did you hear any names?

No.

I mean, I don't know.

Lara, Sebastian said
he wanted to hire me.

Do you have any idea what that was about?

No. He was out

when I got up this morning.
He's been on a job.

When he came back, he seemed
concerned about something,

but he didn't say why. I just figured

- we'd talk about it later.
- That's enough, Magnum.

- It's okay. He's a friend.
- Not mine.

- Lara, this is Lieu...
- Lieutenant Yoshi Tanaka, ma'am,

with the HPD.

Magnum, a word?

If you tangled with those guys,

I'm gonna need forensics to process you.

I never laid a hand on them.

So they didn't give you that black eye?

It's unrelated.

Look, I get this guy
was one of your war buddies,

but if this is a kidnapping,
it belongs to HPD

and Five-O, not some private eye.

Private investigator, and
I'm not standing down, Yoshi.

Nuzo wasn't just a friend,
he's my client.

So you were on the job
when this happened?

Actually, I was coming
to get the job, and odds are,

whatever he had to tell me,

it has something
to do with his kidnapping.

You ever think this might be
a straight up K&R?

Steal an ambulance,
use it to get past security

of a fancy neighborhood. I mean,
look at where this guy lives.

All the locals think
he's a high muck-a-muck.

Any moke outside these gates

would want a piece of this haole.

You're right, Lieutenant.

You guys are the pros,
this is what you do.

I just need to stay out of your way.

Magnum, what the hell are you doing?

Writing down my number,
in case you hear anything.

This entire house is a crime scene now.

Why are you touching things?

So you... you don't want it?

I have your number.

- So you'll call me?
- Please leave.

I'm not stupid, Magnum.

Whatever you're planning,

don't.

WK.

Could only mean one thing: White Knight.

Nuzo wanted me to find this.

We're sorry.

Your call cannot be completed as dialed.

If it was that easy, I'd be out of a job.

Any good P.I. will tell you,

following a clue means knocking on doors.

And I'm not gonna be doing that
standing around here.

You can't do this.

- I need a car.
- Call an Uber.

Wh-What am I, 19?

You cannot take another car, Magnum.

Call Robin. See what he says.

I don't have to call him.
I know what his answer will be.

And unfortunately for you,

- Higgins, I'm not doing this
- my an...

with you right now.

Nuzo's in trouble.

What happened?

Someone kidnapped him this morning.

- Have they made any demands?
- Not yet.

And I don't think they're going to.

Look, I'm happy to figure out
some way to pay for the damage

to the Ferrari, but, right now,
the most important thing

- is finding my friend.
- I'm sorry.

Can I take it?

Really?

After what I just told you,
you have to think about this?

Easy, lads.

- Yeah?
- Thomas,

I got some information on
that stolen ambulance for you.

Friend of mine said
some guy stopped by his place

the other day, wanted to do a custom job

on an old ambulance he bought at auction.

- What'd he look like?
- What'd he look like?

Haole. 30s. Buzz cut.

Sounds like one of the guys
I'm looking for.

- Did anybody get a name?
- Oh, not a real one, no.

But, uh, it's all good,
'cause the guys here put

a tracking device in the old ambo

when they were working on it

so they could steal it back.

Wow, that's some business model.

You got a location?

Yeah. Sending it to you right now.

What are you guys doing here?

What are you talking about?

I gave you the address.

- Stay behind me.
- This isn't one

of Robin's books, White Knight.

Biggest gun goes first.

Hey, what about me?

Oh, no.

Thomas?

No, Nuzo.

Pull all the traffic cams.

You want to tell me how
you found the ambulance?

I would if I thought it would
help find the guys who did this.

Go home, Magnum.

I'll call when I know something.

I tried telling you
this wasn't about the money.

You didn't want to listen.

Look, I get that you lost a friend today.

But for the record, we haven't
been sitting on our asses

waiting around for some ransom call.

We've been working other leads.

Actually, you might be
able to help us with one.

Is that right?

We dumped Nuzo's phone.

Seems your friend placed
a bunch of phone calls

to Naval Intelligence over the past week.

Three calls to a Captain Buck Greene.

Any idea what that could be about?

I don't. No.

Find Lara and Jake.
Get them to Robin's Nest.

Until we find out what this is
about, they'll be safe there.

- Copy that.
- Thomas.

- Yeah?
- We're gonna get these guys, right?

You bet.

If Nuzo was reaching out to Naval Intel,

then maybe his murder had something to do

with our service.

Which means my next stop
is Captain Greene.

Truthfully, I'd rather pick up
a rattlesnake.

Come in.

- Magnum, what are you doing here?
- How you doing, Buck?

- You got a minute?
- Actually, I'm pretty busy.

Why don't you try making an appointment?

Sebastian Nuzo is dead.

What?

He was kidnapped
and murdered this morning.

Tortured in between.

Any idea who's responsible?

No.

But I heard Nuzo had been
calling over here a lot.

As far as I know, he doesn't
have any government contracts,

so...

it's a bit strange.

He was doing a background check
on a couple of new clients.

And he... asked you for help?

They were ex-Marines.

Both of them had never even served

a full tour. They were recently released

from the brig at Miramar.

Nuzo wanted to know what they'd
done to get themselves arrested.

And before you ask,

that's classified.

- So you're not gonna tell me?
- Very good.

You remember how "classified" works.

You're gonna keep me from finding

Nuzo's killer because
you have a problem with me?

Come on, don't flatter yourself,
Magnum. This has nothing to do

- with you.
- No, we both know that's a lie.

This is personal.

Okay.

You're not entirely wrong.
We do have history.

But the cold hard fact

of the moment is that
you're no longer Navy Intel.

So you don't have the clearance.

Greene was right.

We have history.

But there's no point in getting
in his face about that.

It's not him I'm angry with.

The truth is, I'm mad at myself.

Nuzo saved my life,

and I couldn't save his.

It's not stopping. Son of a bitch
must've hit a blood vessel.

I'm gonna bleed out.

Hey. That's not gonna happen.

You're not leaving me alone
with those two idiots next door.

Now, I got an idea.

But it's gonna hurt.

- It already hurts.
- That's the spirit.

Bite on that.

Cauterizing a wound with gunpowder

is way worse than you think.

But it did the job.

Here you go.

Thank you.

You're not having?

I can't stand tea.

I know.

I might be the first Brit
in history to ever say that.

I should check on Jake again.

Just give yourself a few minutes, Lara.

He's with Rick and TC.

They're down at the beach.

It's okay.

You're good at this.

So, what brought you to Hawaii?

Winters in England.

And you're not married?

What gave that away?

I've heard Thomas talk about you.

Did you know he almost got married once?

Magnum?

I don't think he's ever
gotten over what happened.

- Magnum.
- Hey.

Nuzo's family get there all right?

Yes, I'm here with Lara now, actually.

- Thanks for letting them stay there.
- Of course.

Listen, Magnum...

- The Ferrari's okay.
- I don't care about the car.

You don't?

Well, I do, but at the moment, no.

I, uh, I just...

I just wanted to know
if there is some way that...

that I could be of assistance.

Hello? Magnum, are you there?

- What's the catch?
- If that is your answer,

I rescind the offer.

- Uh, Higgy, wait.
- Excuse me?

Did you fall on your head or something?

- I'm hanging up now.
- No, no, I'm sorry.

You just caught me off guard.

It's a limited time offer, Magnum.

Okay. Yeah.

Yeah, I can actually use some help.

Nuzo was running background
on two ex-Marines who hired him

to do a job. Maybe you can run
to Nuzo's office,

see if you can find something.

- I can do that.
- You'd have to open some e-mails.

I know how to use a computer, Magnum.

You'd be breaking the law, you know.

It's only breaking the law
if you get caught.

Thank you, Juliet.

You're welcome, Thomas.

Dr. Cunha. How's my girl?

What do you want, Magnum?

- What? I can't bring my favorite
medical examiner a treat?

Do I look stupid to you?

Do I look like I need to gain
another pound?

Wait, don't answer that.

Just tell me what you want
so I can get back to work.

I have a question about the body
that was found on Lunalilo.

Why do you want to know about that?

He was a friend of mine.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

I was just about to start the autopsy.

Can you do me a favor?

Check his lungs first.

See if there's any fluid in there.

I want to know if he was waterboarded.

- Waterboarded?
- Yeah, I think the guys

who tortured and killed him,
they might be ex-military.

Evidence of waterboarding
would support that theory.

You do realize that I would be
committing a serious violation

if I gave you autopsy results
before giving them to HPD.

Which is why we should
keep this between us.

Have a seat.

I'm so sorry, I'm afraid we're closed.

Then leave.

I'll be honest with you.

I don't actually work here.

I broke in.

That's why the door was open
when you arrived.

But here's an idea: why don't we
all just mind our own business,

and get on with whatever it was
we came here to do.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

Pity.

Come on, let's go. Let's go.

Higgins, you there already?

I'm actually on the way to the hospital.

Wait, what?

- You okay?
- I was shot.

Wh-What? How?

Two ex-Marines came in while I was there.

Don't worry, I'll pay
to have the blood removed.

- Whose car are you in?
- I'm in an Uber.

You should try it sometime.

A-Are you sure you're okay?

Well, I've never been shot
before, but I think so.

- And what happened to the guys?
- Gone.

But I have a way to identify
them: I found that

background check on Nuzo's computer.

That might be what those blokes
were after. Trying to erase

any connection to your friend.

Can't be sure, though,
since they took off

before we had a chance to chat about it.

Higgins, I-I got to go, but thank you.

- Get yourself checked out.
- I will.

Call me as soon as you do.

You were right.

He was waterboarded.

You recognize them?

This is Dale Gerard,
that's Charlie Resnick.

Both recently did time for
looting villages in Iraq.

And you think these men are
responsible for what happened?

I saw them at the house.

Through some people I know,
we were able to connect

the stolen ambulance back to Resnick.

But why would they have gone
after Sebastian?

What did they want?

I'm not sure.

They hired him for a job, so it probably

had something to do with that.

Lara, why don't we
get you something to eat?

You haven't had anything
since you got here.

Thank you.

Thomas, you get anywhere
with those numbers?

No.

But I'm gonna see an old friend
who may be able to help.

They don't like you.

Feeling's mutual.

I want to tell you something
I've never told you before.

When I was your age, I lost my dad, too.

He was a fighter pilot.

He got shot down during a mission.

And I remember a couple
officers showing up

to our doorstep to tell us.

I'm not gonna lie, it was... it was hard.

Did you cry?

I did. A lot.

You know what helped?

What?

Baseball.

That used to be our thing.

We used to go to ball games
together all the time.

But after he was gone,

I-I just kind of gave up on it.

After a while, though,
I-I realized something.

I realized that even
though he wasn't there,

he was still a part of me.

Everything he ever said to me,
everything he ever taught me,

it-it stayed with me.

It made me who I am.

So anytime I... I go to a ball game,

I feel like... well,
he's right there next to me.

Your dad is-is a part of who you are,

so he's-he's always gonna be with you.

You understand?

Good.

They must mean something,
I-I just, I don't know what.

Nine digits.

Could be... some kind of phone number.

- Could be Social Security.
- Neither, I checked.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

Come on, Kim. You were a code-breaker.

If anyone can figure this out, it's you.

Maybe it's like some kind
of cipher or something.

Coordinates.

- Hmm?
- Coordinates.

Latitude, longitude.

I'd say, uh... windward side.

Off the coast.

You're welcome.

It's a location.

Thanks, Kim.

Wait.

Wait. Are you gonna pay for this?

Put it on my tab.

Magnum!

You don't have a tab!

Hey.

It's funny.

- I've been looking for you guys.
- Oh, yeah?

Looking for this?

Why Nuzo?

We told him he didn't have to die.

But he was a stubborn son of a bitch.

He held out a long time.

Got to give him that.

- Listen to me, Mr. Private Eye.
- Private investigator.

Like I was saying, you're gonna stop

asking questions about us
and why we're here.

And in return we're gonna let
your friend's wife and son

live long enough to bury him.

You understand?

I'll take that as a yes.

Nuzo left me coordinates to
a spot 6 miles offshore.

My guess is those two former jarheads

hired him to find something out here,

then made sure no one would
ever know about it.

But why kill Nuzo and not me
when they had the chance?

You sure you're doing okay?

- Fine.
- You don't look fine.

You look like you should be
in the hospital.

Just drive.

Okay.

Sorry, man.

We're-we're cool, it's all good.

- I do want to say one thing, though.
- What's that?

You've been getting
your ass kicked a lot this week.

I'm just saying.

- It's true.
- You know, maybe you should

take up jiu-jitsu or something.

- I know a guy.
- You always know a guy.

That's my bag, man.

You know, I'd make a great partner.

You just say the word, and I'm there.

Magnum and Rick, Private Investigations.

Make a hell of a team.

We already do, brother.

We already do.

All right, here we go.

Coming right up on it.

Sure you don't want to go?

Thanks, but I'd rather not watch

you get eaten by a shark today.

Wouldn't be me. They go
for the white meat first.

Ha ha!

Be safe.

Always.

Oh, hey, man. That was... fast.

Come on, brother.

Find anything down there?

Whoa.

- Is that...?
- Yeah.

And there's a ton of it.

Went down on a wreck called the Roselita.

This is Arabic.

Magnum, what the hell?

I already told you I'm not...

I'm not asking you to reveal anything.

I'm asking you to confirm.

Were the guys who hired Nuzo
ever suspected of stealing gold

while stationed in Iraq, yes or no?

Thomas...

Captain, this is about finding the men

who killed one of our own.

Appealing to my patriotic side
isn't gonna work.

Then how about your parental side?

Remember who you called when
your boy had that little dustup

in Kabul? Are you actually standing there

in clown pants trying
to blackmail me, son?

Absolutely.

Sir.

Okay.

Yes.

They were suspected
of trying to steal gold

from one of Saddam's strongholds
in Tikrit,

but there was never enough
evidence for a court-martial,

not that it mattered because we
caught 'em doing other things.

But not before they managed

to get their gold on a boat to Hawaii.

Yeah, only it sinks, which for them

actually turned out to be a good thing.

Those guys do a stretch in
prison while their fortune sits

at the bottom of the ocean
waiting for them.

When they get out,
they hire Nuzo to find it.

Tanaka.

You find the wreck?

Yeah. Right where you said.

There's just one problem.

- What's that?
- The gold's gone.

- What do you mean "gone"?
- Gone,

as in there's nothing
on that wreck except barnacles.

Those guys must have
followed us out there.

We were the only ones
with the coordinates.

That's why they didn't kill me
when they had their chance.

A boatload of gold bricks?

You can bet they're long gone by now.

Only way you're gonna find those
guys is with a time machine.

You got one of those, Magnum?

No.

But I know someone who does.

- Higgins.
- Have you heard of knocking?

I need a favor.

The last favor got me shot.

Eh, technically, you offered to help.

This is a favor.

That is the worst apology
I have ever heard.

I'm sorry you got shot.

Really am.

Okay. What is it?

I need you to contact
your old MI6 buddies,

get me access to a GCHQ satellite.

MI6?

- Yeah.
- I think there's been some kind of...

No. Please. Don't give me the whole

"I don't know what you're
talking about, Thomas."

I know you're former
British Intelligence.

MI6. I can only assume
Robin owes you, too.

How do you know this?

Well, I'm a private investigator.

I-I know you don't think I'm
a very good one, but... I am.

If you know I'm former MI6,

then you also know that I was disavowed.

I'm sure you still have one friend there.

What is it you want me to do?

I need you to track a boat that was out

to open water in the past four hours.

I'm pretty sure the guys
that are on that boat

are the same guys that killed Nuzo.

Give me the coordinates.

All right, I've got something.

Fishing boat, 40-footer.

Left your coordinates
about three hours ago.

Looks like they crossed

Mamala Bay, so continue east.

Okay. Forget the marina.

It's docked outside a warehouse
on Sand Island.

- Slip 14.
- Thanks.

I can meet you there, you know.

That is so sweet.

- Forget I offered.
- You can't take it back.

Do you want backup or not? I can be there

- in 20 minutes.
- I'll be fine.

- Magnum?
- Yeah?

Just... bring the car back in one piece.

I think you mean me.

Aren't you there yet?

Higgins offering to help.

Normally I'd be skeptical,

but that little voice
inside my head was saying

she might actually be worried about me.

Wait.Magnum, a truck just left
the warehouse.

Looks old-school military.

Short bed, canvas top, diesel stack.

My best guess: Unimog.

They're leaving with the gold.
Can you track it?

They're headed north.
The Keyhole's positioned

for open water.

I'm already at the edge of our coverage.

Reconfiguring a satellite will take time.

They're not getting away.

TC, you're up. Get your ass in the air!

We're looking for a Unimog,
canvas-wrapped bed, heading north.

Gotcha, White Knight.

Your chariot's on its way.

Really? Is that gonna be a thing now?

Magnum, I got access to another
satellite... a U.S. Keyhole.

- How'd you do that?
- Don't ask.

Actually, I'd like to ask.

Hey, Higgy, welcome to the party.

Technically I was first
to the party, but thank you.

There! TC!

Magnum, we got 'em.
They're headed up Tantalus.

- Don't lose 'em!
- Not gonna happen.

Okay, White Knight, what's your plan?

I'm working on it.

- You don't have a plan, do you?
- Right now, I'm open to suggestions.

Mine includes not destroying another
one of Mr. Masters' Ferraris.

That's not a plan.

Correct. Simply a wish.

Magnum, there's a civilian approaching.

- I see it!
- If you're gonna do something,

do it now.

Remember that little
stunt from Robin Masters' book?

Well, let's see if it actually works.

- Higgins?
- Yes?

Close your eyes.

Why would I close my eyes?

Okay. That didn't work.

Sure, Robin's gonna be pissed.

He loved that car.

But in the end, we got Nuzo's killers,

and now that gold gets to go
to the people

who need it the most.

People ask me all the time,
"What's with the ring?"

The Cross of Lorraine was the symbol

of the French Resistance, but to us,

it represented our friendship,
and the pact that we made

back in the POW camp to always
be there for one another.

Rick, TC

and the man we're burying today...

friends like those come around
once in a lifetime.

But maybe I'm wrong about that.

Right there.

My dad's here, isn't he?

Yes, he is.

You ready?

After yesterday,

I think I should drive.

With one arm?

I assure you, it's still safer.

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