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PREVIOUSLY ON MAGNUM P.I.:

MAGNUM: 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.

Meet my best friends.

We make a hell of a team.

That's Rick. If you want
something on the island,

Rick is the man to see.

- Hey, what about me?
- That's TC.

He runs the best helicopter
tour business in Hawaii.

That's Sebastian Nuzo.

The four of us spent
some time in a POW camp

in Afghanistan.

Nuzo saved my life.

I couldn't save his.

This is Juliet Higgins.

Former British intelligence, M16.

She works here as Robin's
property manager.

Easy, lads.

Friends like those come around
once in a lifetime.

But maybe I'm wrong about that.

("HAWAIIAN WAR CHANT" BY
THE DON RALKE CHORUS PLAYING)

MAGNUM: Come on,
what was I supposed to do?

Rick's at work. TC has clients.

Find some more friends.

Or, you know, get yourself
an Uber account.

Because Mr. Masters is not paying me

- to be your chauffeur.
- Noted.

So you won't be calling on me again?

I won't have to.
Ferrari's ready tomorrow.

And how do you intend

to pay for the carnage you caused?

Don't worry. I got it covered.

(LAUGHS)

Is something funny?

Uh, only your finances.

Look, y-you mind taking a left
at the corner up here?

- Why?
- Trust me.

Please?

(SCOFFS)

HIGGINS: Magnum,
I really need to get home.

MAGNUM: Relax. This is a shortcut.

Stop right here.

Why am I pulling over?

I just got to see a friend.
It'll take two minutes.

At two minutes and one second,
I won't be here.

Oh, and one more thing.

Yes?

How much are you getting paid
for this little stop?

- Excuse me?
- You're not going to see a friend.

This is a job, isn't it?

500.

Oh, well, it's only fair
I should get 50%.

Oh, come on. For a lift?

- Good-bye.
- All right. 30.

- 60.
- 40.

- 70.
- Fine. 50.

Excellent. You have two minutes.
Good luck.

MAGNUM: Most days, I love my job,

and $250 for two minutes of
work might seem like a lot...

MAN: Oh, yeah, yeah.

...but a guy cheating on his wife?

That's the kind of job
that makes you feel

all yucky inside.

(LAUGHS)

(PHONE RINGING)

MAN: Hey! What the hell are you doing?

MAGNUM (DISTANT): Higgins!

Higgins, start the car!

("HAWAIIAN WAR CHANT" PLAYING)

- Oh, my God.
- (ENGINE STARTS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Punch it!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

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MAGNUM: Higgins was right
to laugh at my finances.

They are a little pathetic.

And getting Robin Masters' Ferrari
fixed pretty much cleaned me out.

But lucky for me, I got a job lined up

that should put some money
back in my pocket.

Mr. Sawyer? Thomas Magnum.

Sorry I'm late. Why didn't you go inside?

Voice on the box said
I had to wait out here.

Sounded like Mary Poppins.

Sorry about that.

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING)

(LINE RINGING)

- HIGGINS: Who is it?
- It's me.

Can you be a little more specific?

You know who it is.
It's Magnum. I live here.

The gate's broken.
Can you just buzz me in?

It's not broken. I changed the code.

- Why?
- (DIAL TONE)

Higgins.

Higgins?

- Higgins!
- (DOGS BARKING)

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

I really do live here.

Higgins, what's going on?

I've, uh, implemented
a new security policy.

Effective immediately,

the universal gate code has been retired.

- (DOG BARKS, GROWLS)
- Regular visitors, such as staff,

will each now have their
own personalized gate code.

Now, what's the point of that?

I'm glad you asked.

Because it seems that someone

has been handing out the code
to friends, clients,

the occasional one-night stand.

Simply put, it's just not good security.

In case you've forgotten,

I'm the security consultant around here.

Mm, yes, and I am consulting you now.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Ah.

I'm so sorry.

Forgive me. Juliet Higgins.
Majordomo of the estate.

- Dan Sawyer.
- Hi. Pleasure.

"Majordomo," is that
French for something?

Oh, I oversee the property
and the people that work here.

So you're his boss?

HIGGINS: Oh, no. No.

That would require Magnum
to actually have a job.

- (DOG BARKS)
- I have an arrangement

with Robin Masters to live here.

Can you just open the gate, please?

Are you armed, Mr. Sawyer?

- Uh, no.
- Excellent.

Please do come in.

Just follow me.

To be continued.

(DOGS GROWLING)

(BARKING)

DAN: Wow. This is some guesthouse.

Your friend Robin Masters
must sell a lot of books.

He does okay.

You said on the phone you,
uh, you're a friend of Nuzo's.

Yeah, yeah. Couple years back,

my trawler broke down off Waimanalo.

I'm a commercial fisherman.

Uh, anyway, I was dead in the water.

Thanks. And, uh, Nuzo was close by,

and he gave me a tow.

We kept in touch.

Really, he's a good guy.
I miss him already.

Me, too.

So, um, how can I help you, Mr. Sawyer?

Well, every other Friday,
I sell my best catch to Lina's,

upscale joint off Ala Moana.

They like to bypass the fish auction

and secure fresh, high-quality
tuna for the weekend, you know?

Well,

this morning...

(CHUCKLES) I hauled this in.

(CHUCKLING): Wow.

That is a big fish.

Almost 300 pounds.

Anyway, this morning,

I go by Lina's to drop it off,
same as always.

I go inside to find
someone to take delivery.

When I return to my van,

the back door's open, the fish is gone.

So you want me to track down a... a fish?

A bluefin that size is worth 350 thou,

based on this morning's prices.

Besides, I... I need the money, bad.

Why is that?

I've had a rough season.

(SIGHS)

Competition from imports is up,

fuel prices are up, labor costs are up.

We have a saying:
fishing's like the ocean.

There are waves.

And this has been a really bad one.

I mean, worst ever.

And it's put me in a deep hole.

I've had to lay off half my crew.

That fish was going to
get me back on my feet.

And if I don't get it back and get paid,

I'm gonna lose my boat.

And she's all I got.

Did you contact HPD about this?

I'm coming to you
because I can't wait around

for them to investigate.

That tuna's gonna go bad
if I don't get it back soon.

Now, I can't afford to pay you.

But-but if you find that fish,

I can give you a cut of the sale.

Mr. Magnum, when I came back from 'Nam,

I didn't ask for nothing from nobody.

But now I need some help.

And I got no one else to turn to.

MAGNUM: "No one else to turn to."

You hear that a lot in this job,

especially from the clients
who can't afford you.

And here's the annoying thing:
it works every time.

MAGNUM: My meeting with Dan
had me thinking about Nuzo,

and how if he were still alive,

he'd be the first one
to step up and help this guy.

That's just who Nuzo was.

He looked out for his friends.

Nah.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

NUZO: Thomas, you almost ready?

What's that?

Everybody's waiting.

Yeah. Just...

I'll get dressed.

You okay?

Yeah. I'm good.

Do we really gotta do this, man?

We're a big story.

Four American POWs pull off
their own Great Escape,

et cetera, et cetera.

Hey. One of the public affairs guys

just told me that Uncle Sam is gonna fly

each one of us back home
after the press conference.

First class.

First class, huh?

All right, come on. What is it?

I don't know.

You know, it's gonna sound weird.

I don't think I'm ready to go home.

Actually, it's not weird at all.

To tell you the truth,

I got no burning desire
to go back to Brooklyn.

You know what?

What if we didn't go back home?

RICK: So you're a tuna bounty hunter now?

Like, uh, Dog the Bounty Hunter,

but instead of scumbags,
you go after seafood.

You joke now, but this case
could actually turn out

to be a pretty good payday.

If I find that fish,
I get a recovery fee.

Five percent of the sale.

What's that, a buck 50? Kammy!

What's up, big man?

Casablanca, my brother.

- Come here, open your mouth.
- Ah...

- Open your mouth.
- All right, all right.

What do you got?
Come on, what do you got?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, that's some
damn fine gravy, my friend.

Mm! That's what I like to hear.

This the private eye
you was telling me about?

Thomas Magnum, and I prefer
"private investigator."

Whatever, Rockford. Here, try this.

That's not bad.

And by "not bad,"
that is some amazing sauce.

I like this guy.

So what you guys think
about my new venture?

This place has got charm, huh?

RICK: Yeah, except I'm a little
confused at you opening

a brick and mortar. I thought you said

when it comes to grinds,
you got to go mobile?

Yeah, well, these two amateurs got in

over their heads with this joint.

They're 'ohana,
so I had to bail them out.

So Casablanca over here said
you looking for a stolen tunie.

Yeah, and I'm thinking

whoever has it's
gonna try to unload it fast.

I was hoping you might have some idea

of how they're gonna move it.

Rick said you're the man that would know.

They could chop it up like a stolen rock,

sell it on the black market.

But like all fish,
fresh tuna got a shelf life.

One that big, you risk
a good chunk of it going bad

before you get a chance to move it.

So you'd want to sell it whole.

Yeah, but who's buying?

Some all-you-can-eat sushi shack

doesn't have the bankroll
for a big-ticket tuna like that.

Yeah, and I'm guessing high-end
joints like Maile's or Nobu

aren't sourcing their fish
on the black market.

As a general rule, no.

But there's exceptions.

MAGNUM: After I agreed
to have at least one meal

at his shrimp truck every week
for the next month,

Rick's friend gave me a list
of places to look into.

It only took me two hours
and eight lunches

to get the information I needed.

Like I said, can't help you.

You know, I-I got a buddy
who runs a club. Okay?

So I know a little something
about the food service business.

I know how sketchy it can get.

Okay? I-I know how, from time to time,

something may arise where
knowing someone like me

could be very helpful.

You help me out,
and I will owe you a favor.

Okay.

Someone called me this morning.

He said he had some primo bluefin.

But he never showed.

- How come?
- Don't know.

Maybe he got a better offer.

Okay, I'm gonna need a name.

MAGNUM: Okay, there's only one reason

someone would let frozen food
go to waste like that.

'Cause they need the freezer space.

This is what we in the business
call the payoff.

It's where we wrap up the case
and high-five ourselves.

The only thing left now is to
bring the client back his fish.

(GUN CLICKS)

Turn around, slowly.

The water meter's outside.

But you know that, don't you?

Easy. Okay? Private investigator.

The man who caught this fish

- hired me to find it.
- You mean Dan?

Yeah. I'm guessing you guys
know each other.

I worked for him.

But he had to let me go last month.

I just needed that fish
so I wouldn't lose my house.

Hey, look, it looks like you got
a wife and a daughter.

Don't do anything stupid, okay?

Just let me walk out of here
with my client's fish.

I won't even tell him who stole it.

I-I can't let you do that.

Why not?

Because someone took my family,

and that's the only thing
that can save them.

Tua was on his way
to sell the fish when he got

the call on his cell. We're not sure how,

but the voice on the other end
knew Tua had it.

Said he had his family
and would trade them for it.

That's the craziest ransom
I ever heard of.

It's a fish.

Yeah, it's also worth 350,000.

After Tua got the call,

he came back here to wait
for instructions.

Same guy just called back
a few minutes ago with details

- on the ransom drop.
- I-I don't get it. I don't get it.

Why grab the family?
Why not just come straight here?

Because this is a rental.

My wife and I are living apart right now.

Things haven't been so
good since I lost my job.

Hey, Tua.

Let me talk to TC and Rick.

Give us a minute.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

And let me guess, you want to
be the hero and make the drop.

Tua can't handle it. He's too emotional.

The drop could go sideways.

- What about HPD?
- They said they'd kill Tua's family

if he called Five-O.

That's why we need to handle the trade.

And once we get Tua's family
back home safe,

then we'll call Tanaka.

Sounds good, but who's
this "we" you're talking about?

You, me and Rick.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...

Whoa. I came here because you
said you had to move something.

You didn't say nothing about no hostages.

Don't worry. I got a plan.

Do you care to share that plan,
just for the halibut?

Uh, not if you're gonna be
dropping bad puns, no.

Well, Thomas, no offense,
but if there's gonna be trouble,

I'd like to know the plan, too.

I'll tell you on the way.

This was supposed to be easy.

Find a hot fish, help out a fellow vet.

I think it's fair to say it's
gotten a bit more complicated.

Hey. Go inside, don't call
anyone, don't talk to anyone.

Okay.

Hey, I'm gonna get 'em back.

You have my word.

(HORN HONKING)

Who are you? And where's Tua?

Relax, okay?

I got what you want.

What I want is for you to shut up.

Put it down.

As long as you're holding
that gun, I'm holding this.

- Should I be scared?
- Very.

'Cause you may shoot me,
but I'm-a keep coming

and beat your ass

until you empty that gun.

And then I'm gonna get angry.

Okay.

Let's just keep this professional.

RICK: That's it, boys, put down the iron.

Let's go!

Come on, come on. Come on, let's go!

Come on!

Get back to the van, okay? Okay.

You're gonna be all right.

Your turn.

And cue the fish.

On three. One, two...

Don't move.

You two aren't going anywhere.

Relax. Everyone got what they wanted.

A deal's a deal, boys.

Come on, back off with the guns.

(GUN CLICKS)

- On your knees.
- Come on, brother, I got bad knees.

Search 'em.

(QUIETLY): Any time you're ready, Rick.

Take your hands off the gun.

Th-This gun?

I'm not gonna ask you again.

(GRUNTS): Okeydokey.

- (OVER PHONE):
- ♪ Girls ♪

♪ They want to have fun ♪

♪ Oh, girls just want to... ♪

I think that's for you.

♪ They want, want to have fun ♪

♪ Girls ♪

- ♪ Want to have... ♪
- (BEEPS)

Hello?

RICK: Hi. Who's this?

I'm just kidding. I know you're
not gonna tell me your name.

But what I really want to know
is, do you want to make a deal?

My boys for your BFF.

Come on, guys, I don't have all day.

Okay.

Let him go, and your friends live.

That sounds like a really good trade,

but how do I know I can trust you?

I mean, you are wearing a mask.

That's not exactly the Boy Scout
look, you know what I mean?

Well, I guess you're just gonna
have to take my word for it.

All right, he's coming down.

Just know I got eyes on you.

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

Come on, come on! Get in the van!

Let's get the hell out of here!

Drive! Drive!

Get Tua's family out of here.

Be careful.

Dropped a cheap cell phone
in the back of the van

when I put the fish in.
We can track it on that.

RICK: Got 'em.

They just took a right.

That hole wasn't there before, was it?

This was never about the fish.

They wanted something that was inside.

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(DOGS BARKING EXCITEDLY)

(BARKING)

Zeus, Apollo, inside.

(DOGS WHIMPERING)

What in the bloody hell is this?

MAGNUM: I had my friend in the
M.E.'s office run some tests.

She found no residual traces
of any narcotics,

so whatever was being
smuggled in the fish,

it definitely wasn't drugs.

My money's on diamonds.

Or bearer bonds.

- Bearer bonds?
- Yep.

(SCOFFS) You don't even
know what that is.

You're just saying it
to impress the lady.

I know what a bearer bond is.
It's like a regular bond,

except "bearier."

(CHUCKLES)

What if it's secrets?

Secrets?

Some years back, a Chinese spy was using

sides of beef to smuggle
microfiche out of his country.

It's possible that this fish
was being used

to smuggle intel,
most likely on flash drive.

If that is the case here,

the restaurant your client
delivers fish to regularly,

that could be the dead drop.

- It sounds complicated.
- TC: And messy.

I mean, why not just
pass the flash drive off

in a movie theater?

Because spies don't usually
meet in person.

The less you know, the longer you live.

And the dead drop guarantees anonymity.

RICK: You know, now that the whole

"Higgins was a spy" thing
is out of the bag,

I've been dying to ask one question.

Is there some nerdy guy

in a basement lab somewhere
making you gadgets?

Like, is that necklace
really a spy camera?

Touch it, I break your fingers.

Go ahead, man, try it. I dare you.

- (LAUGHS)
- (PHONE CHIMES)

Dan's here.

You gotta believe me, if there
was contraband in my fish,

I know nothing about it.

What can you tell me about your crew?

The guys that weren't laid off.

I can tell you one of them's
gone AWOL: Victor Garza.

He worked as a deckhand.

I tried reaching out to him earlier.

Wasn't answering his calls,
so I got concerned.

I went by his apartment,
except when I got there,

the door was open, and he was gone.

Got me wondering. Maybe it
was him who stole my fish.

It wasn't him, but if he's gone missing,

whatever was in that fish,

Victor's probably the one
who put it there.

Right.

Mahalo.

You tell him about Tua?

Nah, I left that part out.
But I did make him promise

to sell to a different
restaurant, no questions asked.

Great. Case closed.
Let's go to the beach.

Not exactly.

If Higgins is right,

and that place really is a dead drop,

I'm gonna need to check it out.

Hold up a sec.

Your boy Dan got his fish back.

It's HPD's turn.

The guys who stole the fish
are gonna be looking

to tie up some loose ends,
so that means Tua, his family,

Dan, the three of us...

Until those guys are caught,
we're all in danger.

And I'm not waiting
for the cops to play catch-up.

TC: Okay.

Do what you got to do.

Rick and I will babysit Dan and Tua.

Whoa, hang on. Thanks for
volunteering me, pal,

- but I got plans.
- TC: You heard Magnum.

Tua's got a family.

All we gotta do is keep 'em alive

until our boy figures out
what this is about.

Yeah, but who's gonna keep us alive?

TC: Aw.

I'll protect you, Orville.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

But, Thomas, these guys
are serious players,

and there are likely to be more of them.

You sure you want to do this alone?

Oh, I don't plan on doing this alone.

Higgins.

(GROWLING)

I need a favor.

Didn't you ask me for a favor last week?

I didn't know
you only grant one a lifetime.

Do I look like a genie, Magnum?

At your disposal,
every time you fancy a wish?

Forget I asked.

Already done.

Although, now I am curious

as to the nature of the favor
you were gonna ask for.

I was hoping you'd go to dinner with me.

Magnum, are you asking me out on a date?

No. Not a date. A favor.

Okay, I want to go check
out that restaurant

tonight, and I need somebody
who's good with computers.

You mean someone who's good at hacking?

- Yeah.
- What's in it for me,

besides sustenance?

Aren't you just a little curious

what was being smuggled inside that fish?

Magnum, I'm no longer MI6.

I left that world behind in London.

What's it gonna take?

Hmm. I don't know.

What do you have to offer?

I will stay out of
the wine cellar for a month.

Magnum, you're not even supposed
to be in the wine cellar,

so that's hardly a mutually
beneficial transaction.

Okay, every time I drive the Ferrari,

I will return it with a full tank of gas.

- Washed?
- By hand.

Your hands or Mr. Masters' staff?

These mitts.

Tempting.

But sadly, I'm going

to have to, uh, refuse your invitation.

I'm sorry, Magnum, but you have
absolutely nothing to offer.

Might I suggest you call
the FBI for assistance?

After all, national security
is their purview.

Uh, look, by the time the Feds
get up to speed,

the trail could be cold. Besides,
I want to see this through.

That's very adult of you.

Okay, I'm done.

You know, there's one thing
I don't understand.

What?

You practically work pro bono.

I mean, you barely make any
money as a private investigator.

You live off the good graces and largesse

of others, constantly having
to ask people for favors.

Is there a point here?

Why do you do it?

I'm genuinely curious.

When I was a sailor, I didn't make much.

I did it because I thought
I was helping people.

I-I guess that's all I know.

Magnum.

I'll go.

- You will?
- Yes.

I will be your date.

Undercover associate.

Of course, you may call it
whatever you wish.

What's your plan?

I don't know.

Break up a spy ring,
try not to get killed.

I was kind of hoping you'd be
a little more prepared.

MAGNUM: You know, I was thinking, uh...

That explains the beads of sweat.

Chances are,

the same person went to
the restaurant each time

to pick up the intel, most
likely posing as a regular

to avoid arousing suspicion.

In theory, all we'd have to do

is access the reservation system,

cross-reference that
with anyone who ate at Lina's

on the days Dan Sawyer delivered a fish.

You do realize it's highly unlikely
they used their real name?

Yeah, but even knowing an alias
could still lead us somewhere.

(SNIFFING)

Magnum, what is that smell?

I don't smell anything.

- (QUIETLY): Be right back.
- Mm-hmm.

Thanks.

- Enjoy your dinner.
- I definitely will.

(CHUCKLES)

You in?

I'm working on it. The system
is password-protected,

so it may take a little time.

I thought you were supposed
to be good at this stuff.

Good evening. May I offer you
some wine or a cocktail?

Actually, I think we can order.

Right, honey?

Yes, yes. I will have
the green papaya salad,

the mahi-mahi with lemon beurre blanc

and a glass of the 2014 Aubert.

Excellent choices. For you, sir?

Uh, I'll do the steak, well-done.

Uh, oh, and a bottle
of your best Château Margaux.

It's my birthday, and, uh,
my bae here is treating.

Absolutely, sir. Happy birthday.

Thank you very much.

(CHUCKLING)

You do realize that
Mr. Masters' business manager

- will deny the expenditure.
- Eh, that'll take weeks.

I'll have my tuna money by then.
I'll pay him back.

- Tuna money?
- Yeah.

I sincerely wish I could replay
what you just said.

And that is the wrong knife, by the way.

Would you like a straw?

Yes, please. Oh, and, uh,
d-do you have a coloring book?

He's just kidding.

We're fine. Thank you.

(LAUGHS)

This is a lot more fun
than I thought it would be.

(QUIET LAUGHTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PHONE CHIMES)

Okay. I've got our guy.

Maurice Fahrad.

He's the only punter
that consistently dines here

on the days your client sells his fish.

Can you contact one
of your old MI6 buddies,

run a background check?

Shall I feed you, as well?

(SILVERWARE CLINKS)

I'll be right back, my love.

Okay, let's get out of here.

- You want to leave now?
- Well, yeah.

Are you mad?
I'm not leaving this mahi-mahi.

It's simply divine.

Sit your ass down
and finish your gristle.

Okay.

So, your client seems like a decent chap.

Served in the Vietnam War.

How'd you know that?

I can read, Magnum.

He was wearing an appropriately
aged Da Nang cap

when he engaged your services.

Your father was
in that war, too, wasn't he?

Yes. Yes, he was.

Now it's my turn.

Why did I agree to come tonight?

- Yes.
- It's simple.

Getting closure on this
seems important to you.

And as a former woman of service myself,

I thought your commitment
to a fellow veteran

was quite admirable.

Hold that thought.

WAITSTAFF: ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

- ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
- (LAUGHS)

♪ Happy birthday, dear Magnum ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪

Make a wish.

- (SIGHS)
- (WAITSTAFF CHEERING)

We'll take it into the kitchen
and cut it up for you.

Thank you.

What did you wish for?

Your MI6 contact to respond.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Well, looks like you got your wish.

- Mmm.
- That doesn't look good.

Maurice Fahrad is believed to be an alias

belonging to Samal Talib.

He's a person of interest
for Interpol and the FBI.

He's allegedly responsible for masterminding
several terrorist attacks abroad,

including one against a U.S.
military base three years ago.

If he's on the island,
he's got to be planning something.

Well, looks like he's on the move.

I've got his real-time location
from his phone.

We should alert the FBI.

By the time they mobilize,
he could disappear.

We need to get to him now,
keep an eye on him

until we can get the Feds to take over.

HIGGINS: You're too close.

I am three car lengths behind.

- It's not enough.
- Trust me. I do this for a living.

They have no idea we're tailing them.

Magnum, you're driving
a big, red tallywacker.

It's not exactly inconspicuous.

(SNIFFS)

Magnum, did you put that fish
in Robin Masters' Ferrari?

What? No, of course not.

No. It probably came from my clothes.

Get out!

Don't say it.

Let's go. Move it!

Got a message for your smart-ass friend.

- What's that?
- (GRUNTS)

I'll be sure to tell him.

Let's go!

(UNDER BREATH): You realize they're going

to question us about what we know

and who we might have told.

And then they're
probably going to kill us.

(WHISPERING): Had I known that
was going to be my last meal,

I probably would've
had a piece of that cake.

You're remarkably calm,
given the situation.

Believe me. I'm not.

(GRUNTS, GROANS)

You're done talking.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

Terror cells don't usually like it

when soldiers allow their
OPSEC to get compromised.

Your accent is good.

- I'm impressed.
- MAGNUM: You know...

it really doesn't pay to kill us.

The FBI is aware of our investigation.

If you're both law enforcement,
I might believe that.

You didn't really think

that would work, did you?

Figured it was worth a shot.

Unlike my associate here,
I'm going to be honest with you.

My name is Juliet Higgins.

I'm just a hired gun here,

but a few years ago,
I was head of security

for your former benefactor,

the Saudi Prince Al Muhammad.

He would be very upset

if you were to harm me.

If you let me go, I can be of service.

Uh, she means us. Let us go.

No, just me. You can do
with him what you want.

- Come again?
- No offense, Magnum,

but it's become clear to me
that knowing you

is extremely perilous for one's health.

(LAUGHING): That is insane.

- Is it?
- Yeah.

Let's recap, shall we?

Last week, I sustained a gunshot wound

for the first time in eight years

whilst doing you a favor.

Wait, hold up. You said
you'd never been shot before.

Whilst being forced to serve
as your unwitting wheel-woman.

- Secondly, you volunteered, okay?
- And the current predicament

which is 100% your fault.

How exactly is our current
predicament my fault?

You were following these
chaps far too closely.

- Bloody obvious you were tailing them.
- So stop the Monday morning QB crap.

- I don't even know what that means.
- It's a football term.

Real football. Not that
slow-ass, incredibly boring...

Both of you shut up!

With pleasure.

(GRUNTING AND GROANING)

- (GUNSHOT)
- (GROANING)

(CAR HORN HONKING)

(STRAINED GRUNTING)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(GRUNTING AND GROANING CONTINUE)

Hold on!

(QUIET GROANING)

Higgins? You alive?

- Yeah. I think so.
- Good.

I'm going after Samal.

(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

HIGGINS: What about the flash drive?

MAGNUM: I'm looking.

Good work.

Yeah. You, too.

Except maybe a little heads-up next time.

Just saying.

Sorry.

I thought you saw where I was going.

Ah, nah, I think it was the whole, uh,

"go ahead and kill him"
thing that kind of threw me.

Would it help if I said I was sorry?

Might.

I'm sorry.

Didn't.

(CHUCKLES)

MAGNUM: Turns out
that flash drive contained

a playbook for an attack
on Hickam Air Force Base

right here on Oahu

and a network of operatives
on the island to carry it out.

FBI took it from here.

Arrested everyone involved.

If you ask Rick, he'd probably tell you

this is one fish story
that turned out to be true.

Wish it was bigger.

There was only so much
of that fish I could salvage.

Yeah, yeah. Sorry about that.

Well, uh,

made enough to hang onto
my boat; that's all I wanted.

I got a little something extra for you,

you know, for all your trouble.

- Poke.
- Yeah.

You got the fish back. Wouldn't be right

- for you not to have some.
- Mahalo.

(TRUCK DOOR CLOSES)

MAGNUM: I thought you let Tua go.

DAN: He came by to see me last night.

Confessed to stealing the tuna.

Now that I get to keep
my boat, I rehired him.

Hopefully, our next catch
will get us both

back on our feet for good.

Good man, Dan.

So are you.

("ULILI E" BY MAKUA ROTHMAN PLAYING)

♪ ♪

(PLAYFUL CHATTER)

RICK: So, was this case the big
payday you hoped it would be?

Well, funny you should ask.

(LAUGHTER)

Ouch.

Well, let's hope the, uh, the
next case isn't perishable.

Am I right?

Up high. Oh.

So, Thomas, how was your date with Higgy?

- (CHUCKLES)
- It was definitely not a date. Okay?

- (LAUGHS)
- But I think I'm winning her over.

Oh, yeah. Somehow I doubt that.

- Here you go, Mr. Magnum.
- Ah, thanks, bud.

Good job, my guy.

Thanks, Coach.

Well, that's enough poke for me,

'cause somebody's got to do
some work around here.

- See you guys later?
- Yup.

Think I got to head out, too.

Thomas, I don't want
to impose on our friendship,

- but I think I need to ask a favor.
- What's that?

You see, when I was a kid,
I had these sea monkeys.

- (LAUGHING): Here we go.
- And one day I got home

and Mickey, Michael, Davy
and Peter were gone.

Now, I-I know cracking
cold cases is difficult,

but since finding seafood
is your specialty...

Let me save you the suspense.
Check the Chicago sewer.

I guarantee your mom flushed them.

Case closed.

Damn. You're good.

(SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

Hey, man, thanks for your help.

Absolutely, brother.

Just wish Nuzo was here, you know.

Think he'd appreciate what
we did for his buddy.

I've been thinking
a lot about him lately.

Me, too.

Hey, don't forget to put that
in the fridge when you get home.

I know what I'm doing.

Oh, right. Right, of course.

Uh, you're Sherlox Holmes now.

Really? You're not gonna
let this go, are you?

Cod Almighty, man. No.

(ENGINE STARTS)

MAGNUM: I woke up yesterday
thinking about Nuzo

and how much I miss him

and how one word changed my life.

Sure, Robin Masters once
offered me his guest house,

but it actually all started with Nuzo.

What if we could find
a way to stay together?

Me, You, Rick, TC. Somewhere
where the weather's nice,

a place that feels like
you're always on vacation.

Huh? 'Cause people on vacation,

they don't think about their problems.

The past is the past.

All they think about
is the good things ahead.

Thomas, we could make that every day.

Especially after what we've been through.

We deserve it.

You got a place in mind?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah. I do.

MAGNUM: Nuzo was right.

But Hawaii didn't just keep us together.

It gave us purpose.

And yesterday that purpose
was tracking down a giant tuna.

Tomorrow, who knows?

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