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My name is Thomas Magnum.

When I'm not inspiring books

by best-selling author Robin Masters,

I'm his live-in security consultant

and a private investigator in Hawaii.

My buddies and I moved here

after serving together in Afghanistan.

We make a hell of a team. That's Rick.

If you want something on the island,

Rick's the man to see.

Hey, what about me? That's TC.

He runs the best helicopter tour business on Oahu.

I've also made some friends here.

Let me see that Kardashian butt.

This is Kumu.

She's the cultural curator of Robin's estate.

Detective Katsumoto, HPD.

Make that former HPD.

He recently lost his badge

after we broke a convict out of prison

in order to save his ex-wife.

Ahh! Higgins!

This is Juliet Higgins,

former British intelligence, MI6.

We work really well together.

Magnum, are you about to ask me to become your partner?

Higgins and Magnum Private Investigations.

After becoming partners, things got complicated.

On paper, we really don't make sense, you and me.

It's inherently risky.

I'm willing to give it a chance.

Previously on "Magnum PI"...

Maybe Rick should stay here at the guest house with me.

When would he potentially be moving in?

Honey, I'm home!

I was just taken aback.

Made me start thinking about

all of the inconveniences it might create.

Body washed up. He's former Navy.

Captain Buck Greene.

Whoever tortured Greene wants revenge on all of you.

You want me to get you a copy of Greene's homicide file

so you can start working the case on your own.

Probably shouldn't have even asked you in the first place.

I realized some things are more important

than getting my job back.

That's a big castle, sweetie.

Yeah, so I can live in it and stay here forever.

Are you gonna let me and your mom visit?

Mm, only on Christmas.

Look at you, having fun.

Ahh, gotta say, the trip was a good idea.

So you're saying I was right?

Have I ever said you were wrong?

You know what? Don't answer that.

Mnh-mnh.

I am gonna go get a Pali Puka Punch.

Do you want one?

What's in it?

Who cares?

Ooh, I like Vacation David.

We should do this more often.

It's starting!

C'mere. C'mere, kiddo.

♪ Celebrate tonight ♪

♪ How you feeling, oh ♪

♪ How you feeling now? ♪

♪ Tell us how you're feeling now, feeling now ♪

Where's Dad?

Not sure.

David was right there, and then he was just gone.

I went to the hotel security as soon as he disappeared.

Unfortunately, there's really only so much I can do.

I figured as a cop, you might be able to...

Former cop. Right.

I just thought you might know how to help.

I understand this must be really scary for you and your daughter.

I know my husband.

He wouldn't just take off like this,

not unless something happened.

Look, I...

I don't know where he is, and honestly, I...

I don't know what to do.

Hi.

Have you found anything of note?

It's what wasn't found that's of note.

Forensics didn't lift a single print

or get any DNA off Greene's boat.

It was wiped clean.

So whoever killed him knows how to cover their tracks.

Yeah. Has Detective Childs got any leads yet?

Greene did file a police report two weeks before his death.

He said somebody in a black sedan was following him.

HPD ran the plates?

Yeah, it was stolen.

Owner was off-island, didn't even know it was gone,

and it still hasn't turned up.

What about the harbor master?

The one that told TC that Greene took out his boat

the day he was killed?

Lewis Peele. Hmm.

Has HPD questioned him?

Well, they would if they could find him.

He's missing? Yeah.

Two days after Greene's body washed up,

he didn't show up to work

and he cleaned out his apartment, too.

Well, that's not suspicious.

I assume you've already started looking for Peele?

Yeah, yeah.

Nothing yet, but I'm gonna stick with it.

I mean, Peele knows something.

I'm sure of it.

Well, if you're right, the killers could

deem him a loose end.

That's certainly a possibility.

Listen, I've reached out to an MI6 contact

to get me some intel on Hadid's network, his family, et cetera.

As soon as I get some names, I can do a deep dive on them

and see if I can find any connection to Greene's murder.

That's great.

Thank you.

Now, if we can put all this aside for a moment,

Gordon is waiting for us in the guest house.

Gordie's here? Why?

He says he's here to do us a favor for a change.

Okay.

There he is.

Hey, Gordie.

This is something else.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's kind of reminiscent of

Frank Lloyd Wright's early work.

Yeah, you know, it's a bit... Fallingwater, I suppose.

What's going on? Who's that?

Morning. Hey.

I'm home. What time is it?

I think it's time you explain to Gordon what...

What this is all about.

What? This.

Oh, okay.

So Robin's Nest faces the east,

which means I get a face full of sunshine every morning.

I tried sleeping with a blanket over my head,

but that was uncomfortable, so...

Naturally, you construct an elaborate pillow fort.

Well, it started with a few cushions at first,

and then I added the roof and it got a little out of control.

I usually wake up early to break it down,

but really, between the baby and the bar and everything else,

I've been getting about three hours of sleep a night

and today's my first day off in weeks,

so I guess I slept in.

Rick, can I make a suggestion that you save yourself some time

and, well, considerable effort, and buy yourself a face mask?

But why sleep in a mask when you can sleep in a fort?

Thank you, Thomas. Exactly.

You get me.

Sounds like you two should plan a sleepover.

Such a good idea.

I could get more cushions from the main house

and maybe have an expansion, maybe a couple wings...

You're mocking me, aren't you?

Alright, I'll leave you guys to it.

Gotta get my day started.

So, Gordie, you've got your hearing coming up, right?

How's that prep going?

Well, just finished a draft of my statement.

Now waiting on notes from my lawyer.

And climbing the walls a little.

- I bet. - Oh, Gordon.

If there's any way that we can help you prepare,

please just let us know.

I appreciate that, but I'm good.

However, there is a way you can help.

A friend who runs security at the Royal Honua

introduced me to a guest

who could use a private investigator.

Thought I'd refer her to you.

What's the case? The guest's name is Dana Carter.

She's here on vacation with her family,

but last night, her husband, David, disappeared.

Does she have any idea what happened?

Well, she said this was the first big vacation

that the family's ever taken.

It seems David was afraid to travel.

Being far from home, surrounded by strangers

was a major source of anxiety for him.

It sounds like he may be agoraphobic.

Right, and I imagine HPD won't prioritize the case

until he's been missing for 24 hours.

Yeah, but if somebody's in the middle

of a mental health crisis, every second counts.

Well, that's exactly what Dana was saying.

Do you think you can help her?

Well, we're supposed to meet with a client in an hour,

but we could postpone it.

No need.

You go handle that.

Me and... Me and Gordie will take this one.

We will? Yeah, why not?

I mean, you always said you wanted to do what we do, right?

I never said that.

Okay, but you thought it. No, not even once.

Oh, come on, Gordie. Trust me.

You are going to love being a private investigator.

Come on.

♪ I'm not ready to say goodbye ♪

Hank was my heart and soul, but even as we mourn this loss,

I take comfort in knowing that his sense of humor,

his zest for life, and his love for used socks

and all things stinky will live on in our memories.

Hank was an inspiration and a loyal friend,

and without him, life will be quieter

and the sun won't shine as brightly,

and the moon will not be so moon-y.

And here he is playing with his favorite toy,

Mr. Bear-Bear.

And here he is the year he went as French toast for Halloween.

Oh, well, that's just precious.

Oh, and this was the first day we brought him home.

Who's that?

Oh, Patrick, my ex.

We were still married when Hank came into my life.

Turns out the dog would outlive our marriage.

Hank was my rock.

Patty, I am... I'm truly sorry for your loss, but...

What prompted you to hire a private investigator?

My Hank was murdered, and I need you to find out who did it.

I beg your pardon?

That dog was in perfect health when he died,

so I asked the vet to determine the case of death.

And they found something suspicious?

Early stage chemical burns in his mouth.

The vet thinks he ingested a highly concentrated toxin.

So you think he was intentionally poisoned?

I know he was.

Look, I keep a very close eye on Hank.

I would never let him put his nose where it shouldn't be.

Patty...

When we lose ones that we love,

we tend to look for things that aren't there,

and sometimes dogs do accidentally eat things

that just aren't meant for them.

Some dogs.

Not Hank.

Look, he was my best friend.

We took care of each other.

I would never let him down like that.

I understand.

I'll start looking into it right away.

Thank you. Yeah.

So here is the security footage your friend sent over.

The fireworks started at 8:00 PM,

so we should check the video from around that time.

Ah, look at those PI skills kicking in already.

Did you forget I was a detective?

Whoa, hold on.

I think that's David.

Looks like he's alone.

Clearly wasn't abducted.

And I'm not sure about Dana's panic attack theory either.

He seems focused.

I'm gonna check his financials.

Recent credit card activity could shed

some light on his whereabouts.

Isn't this usually a Higgins thing?

What, you... you think I don't know how to work a computer?

Come on.

You contacted Dana for their banking information.

Yes.

Yes, I did.

Okay.

Most recent activity was a $500 ATM withdrawal

30 minutes after he left the hotel.

That's strange.

It says here he doesn't have any credit history

prior to 2010.

Seriously?

I have access to a Social Security database.

I'm gonna run his number through.

And...

it says here David Carter died in 1999.

Then who the hell is this guy? I don't know.

But I'm guessing his family doesn't either.

♪ I'm a real good hound dog ♪

♪ God bless your soul ♪

♪ I'm a real good hound dog ♪

♪ God bless your soul ♪

♪ Now you broke and you busted ♪

♪ Well, that's the way it goes ♪

Oh, thanks for doing this, Kumu.

Oh, no problem.

An afternoon at the dog park is like,

well, a walk in the park.

Well, I'm afraid this case is a bit of a downer, actually.

We're investigating the death of a client's dog, Hank.

That's awful. What happened?

He was poisoned, and the owner, Patty,

is insisting that there's foul play.

I guess this is a good place to start.

Dog parks breed some serious drama.

I mean, it's more likely that Hank ate something

that he wasn't supposed to when he was out and about,

but regardless, it's a good place to begin

whilst we wait for the post-mortem

that the client ordered from the vet.

She asked for a dog-topsy?

It's actually... it's called a necropsy, but yes.

If we can figure out what Hank ingested,

then it'll help us determine

whether his death was an accident.

We find out it wasn't?

Maybe one of the dog owners here will be able to tell us

who had it in for Hank.

Oh.

Okay, thanks.

Looks like I was able to get a pretty good print

off David's phone. Send it to me.

I've got a buddy on the force who should be able to run it.

Were you able to find the location of the ATM David used?

Yeah. After leaving the hotel,

David headed to a strip club called Seize the Lei

and used an ATM inside.

Luckily, I know the bouncer, so I'll give him a call.

You know the bouncer at a strip club?

Magnum. No big deal.

I'm sure he knows all the regulars.

I met him on a case a few years back, okay?

So what does this friend of yours have to say?

David wasn't there for the entertainment.

He was meeting one of the club's regulars in the parking lot.

The bouncer seems to think he was scoring drugs.

Okay, uh, I'm having a hard time believing this family man

left his wife and kids to go on a bender in Hawaii.

It's actually not that uncommon with tourists.

Too much family time plus island fever

and they snap, but usually, they sneak off for a few hours.

It's weird for David to have disappeared like this.

Alright, let's just assume he did go to buy drugs.

Does your contact know where he went afterwards?

Well, he said he left the club in a taxi,

so if we can track down that cab,

we might learn where David went next.

Alright.

Order up.

I hope you're hungry, little guy.

I know I am.

Here, buddy.

You ready for some brekky?

Oh, can't forget the syrup.

You, my friend, are gonna love this.

100% pure Vermont maple syrup...

Roberto?

Roberto?

Why are you doing this to me, man?

Okay, you got this, Rick.

TC, we got a problem.

Hi, there. Excuse me.

I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind answering

some questions about this dog.

Is that the little gremlin who kept pooping in the water bowl?

Oh.

Oh, that dog was a pervert.

Kept mounting my Bella and he wasn't even neutered.

Oh, my.

That Hank was a real pain in my ass.

Kept digging up fence posts,

but I'd never do anything to hurt a dog

and we only use non-toxic pesticides here.

You know, I really hated that bitch.

Hank was a boy.

Not talking about the dog, but, yeah.

He sucked too.

Hey.

Hey.

So after all that, it actually seems pretty unlikely

that Hank ingested the pesticide here.

Although I have to say, neither Patty nor Hank

seem to be particularly popular.

Oh, that's putting it lightly.

But all these people seem like serious dog lovers.

No matter how much they disliked Hank,

I don't think they'd hurt him.

Yeah, agreed.

I mean, it seems like their main grievance with Patty

is just allowing Hank to misbehave so much.

What is it?

The results of Hank's necropsy.

Seems like the last thing he ingested was a lemon bar

that was laced with strychnine.

That's a rat poison.

Rat poison in a dessert?

Well, that's a weird way to kill a dog.

Yeah, it's weird if you assume that Hank was the target.

I'm starting to suspect

that someone's trying to kill our client.

There's no one at check-in,

but I took a peek at the guest registry.

David's in room 104.

This is a far cry from the resort

the Carters were staying in.

I know, but if David needed a place to lay low

while shooting up, makes sense he'd come here.

You said Dana described him

as straight-laced and mild-mannered.

Now he's hitting the strip clubs and buying drugs?

It doesn't track.

Really? B&E is the first place your mind goes?

Hey, our next clue could be inside there.

And besides, if he did buy drugs like you said,

maybe he OD'd and passed out.

I believe you'd call that exigent circumstances.

Get down!

David, we don't want to hurt you!

We just want to talk!

What's going on in there?

His gun jammed.

Ready?

David, it's okay!

Don't shoot at us!

David, you in there?

He's gone.

No drugs or paraphernalia.

I guess that's not why he went to the strip club.

My guess is he went to buy the gun he just used on us.

He also got a burner phone.

Hey, HPD's got a three-minute response time

when shots are fired. We better go.

Yeah.

- Make it quick. - Yeah.

Hello?

What's it gonna take for you to leave me alone?

David, listen to me.

I have no idea what's going on, but we're private investigators.

Your wife hired us to find you.

Whatever it is, we can help.

You want to help?

Forget you ever met us and stay away from my family!

Roberto?

Roberto? Where you at, buddy?

♪ Searching, searching for my baby ♪ Roberto?

♪ Yes, I am ♪

♪ Searching, searching for my baby ♪

Roberto? ♪ No, no, no, no, no ♪

♪ Searching, searching for my baby ♪

♪ I'll never, never let her go, now, baby ♪

♪ Searching, searching for my baby ♪

♪ I can't make it on my own ♪

I searched everywhere twice.

Any luck upstairs?

No sign of him.

But I think you might be right.

I think TM is seeing someone.

I found this under his bed.

Oh.

My, my, my.

Wow.

Well, whose could it be?

I don't know, but there was that cute server

he was talking to over at Koko Head Cafe awhile back.

Maybe they hit it off.

What about that yoga paddleboard instructor

that he met at La Mariana?

You think he'd be into paddleboard yoga?

I mean, why not? It's basically yoga on a paddleboard.

Who wouldn't be into it, am I right?

Kind of depends on who the instructor is,

you know what I mean? Give it a try.

I'd be into it. I might give it a little shot.

Roberto! Roberto!

Roberto! Roberto! Roberto!

I don't understand.

How on Earth could Hank have gotten into rat poison?

Strychnine is an odorless white powder

that could quite easily be mistaken for sugar.

An examination of the contents of Hank's stomach

revealed that the last thing he ate was a lemon bar

that was full of it.

Oh, no!

I had just made a batch,

but I wouldn't make that kind of mistake.

Could it be anything else?

Well, have you eaten any of those lemon bars since?

No.

Hank passed shortly after I baked them.

I haven't had much of an appetite since then.

I put them on the table to cool.

He must have snuck one.

Patty, I know this is very difficult,

but there is actually a more pressing issue at the moment.

If you didn't mistake the rat poison for sugar,

then it's possible that someone is trying to kill you.

Do you have any idea how this could have happened?

I bought a box of sugar two days ago

and had it delivered with my groceries,

but I wasn't home and the bags were left

on my doorstep for a couple of hours.

So anyone passing by could have put the rat poison in the sugar

and re-sealed the box.

Patty, can you think of anyone who might want to harm you?

No, everybody loves me.

Patty, I really need you to think about this.

Your life may depend on it.

If somebody tried to kill you, they may try again.

There's Owen. Who's Owen?

Oh, we were seeing each other.

Engaged, actually.

I ended things a couple of months ago.

I'm pretty sure he would know

when my groceries were delivered.

I found Patty's ex-fiancé on social media.

Huh. Take a look.

Owen Summers.

You think he was trying to get back at Patty

after she ended things?

I mean, it might be about more than that.

Look at these photos.

It looks to me like Owen isn't a man of great means.

Unlike Patty, who seems pretty well-off.

Right, so this man who just lost a shot

at Patty's enormous fortune also knows her delivery schedule.

It sounds like means and a motive, if you ask me.

I gotta say, something about this case is not adding up.

How could it?

David spends years living under a stolen identity,

suddenly walks out on his family and then buys a guy?

Then he decides to hide out

and shoot at anyone who comes looking for him.

Yeah, it sounds like he could be on the run, but from who?

And why now, while he's on vacation with his family?

Just got a match to David's print.

Real name's Cliff Bennett.

Worked as an accountant for the Detroit mob

until he vanished in 2010.

2010, that's when David Carter's credit history begins.

I'm thinking he parted ways with the mob

on less than friendly terms.

Yeah, that's what it looks like.

Sections of the report are redacted,

but the FBI suspects Bennett stole $2 million

from his employer.

Wait, hang on.

What is it?

Got a photo array of Bennett's old associates,

and one of them, Vincent Welles...

He looks familiar, and I think I know from where.

Oh, you're not gonna believe this.

The security footage of David leaving the hotel

shows a guy following him.

That's the same guy.

So David probably ran into Welles at the bar,

where they recognized each other from back in the day,

and knowing Welles still had it out for him,

he must have taken off.

David didn't want Welles knowing he had a family

that the mob could use as leverage against him.

He didn't abandon his family.

He was trying to protect them.

Alright, so after leaving the hotel,

he must have given Welles the slip, then bought the gun.

Yeah, but after being on the run for all these years,

isn't it kind of strange that they end up on vacation

at the same time, at the same resort?

Well, if it's gonna happen anywhere,

makes sense it's in Hawaii.

Nine million tourists pass through here every year.

Yeah, and think about it. Welles had all last night

and this morning to figure out who David was at the hotel with.

Dana and Mia could be in trouble.

Hi. It's Dana. Please leave a message.

We gotta get to the resort.

Good afternoon. Owen Summers?

Who's asking? My name is Juliet Higgins.

This is my associate, Teuila Tuileta.

We were wondering if you would mind answering some questions

about where you were two days ago.

Actually, I do mind.

Sir.

We are, in fact, private investigators.

What's this all about?

We've been hired by your ex-fiancée

after an attempt was made on her life.

Wait a minute.

Somebody tried to kill Patty?

And you think I had something to do with it?

I mean, you must have been pretty mad when things ended.

If you got married, half of Patty's fortune

would have been yours.

First of all, I haven't seen Patty in months.

And second, you got it all wrong.

It was never about the money.

If it was, I never would have proposed.

I beg your pardon?

The only reason Patty's got money

is 'cause her ex has to send her

these big alimony checks every month.

Now, if we'd gotten married, that would have ended.

Looks like Welles has already been here.

Dana?

Mia, you in here?

They're gone.

Yeah, she was packing, too.

Hey, it's okay.

We're here to help.

Dana was packing, so David must have gotten a hold of her

and told her to get off the island.

He was probably afraid Welles would find them, and rightly so.

Yeah, I think she gave herself up

so Mia could stay hidden in the closet.

Poor kid's probably scared out of her mind.

Her dad disappears,

her mother's abducted in front of her.

You get anything from Mia? Nothing.

The kid's too scared to talk.

You mind if I give it a shot?

We found her, so maybe she'd be more willing to talk to me.

Go right ahead.

Thanks.

Hi, Mia.

My name is Thomas.

I'm a friend of your mom's.

She... She asked me to help find your dad.

You know, I gotta say, hiding in the closet

behind the clothes like that, that was really smart.

You must be really good at Hide and Seek.

My dad taught me.

Oh, your dad taught you?

Yeah, he said bad guys might come,

and if they did, I would have to hide.

Mia, I'm gonna find Mom and Dad,

but I need your help to do that, okay?

Now, if you can remember anything that those bad men said

when you were in the closet,

that might help me track down your mom.

Well, after my dad called, my mom started packing

and said we had to go home.

Okay, okay. Baby, come, come.

Come, come.

Whatever you hear, do not come out.

You understand me? Yes.

Promise me. I promise.

Okay.

Hello, Mrs. Carter.

What do you want?

Your husband.

Where is he? I don't know.

Well, then we'll make him come to us.

Where's your daughter?

Kids' club.

Okay, let's go.

We're taking the stairwell.

Just...

If you make any trouble,

I'm gonna have to put a bullet in you.

Okay.

Okay. Let's move.

I got her. Send the address and the code.

"Send me the address and the code."

That's what you remember them saying?

Can you help my Mom and Dad?

Oh, absolutely. I'm gonna help find them.

I promise.

Sounds like Welles is gonna use Dana as bait.

Yeah, he probably had her call David's burner phone

to make demands.

The question is, where'd he take her?

Lots of places require access codes.

Yeah, Hawaii isn't Welles' home turf, right?

So his options are gonna be limited.

He needs something that's secretive but easily accessible.

Somewhere like a vacation rental.

They're all over the island,

can be booked at a moment's notice.

And most use electronic keypads

that can be unlocked with a code.

You know, Rick's got a friend that works

at permit enforcement.

She should be able to give us a full list

of all recent bookings.

You think I tried to kill Patty?

That's got to be the most ridiculous idea I've ever heard.

Is it?

I'm sure the news of Patty's engagement delighted you,

'cause if Owen and Patty tied the knot,

then those outrageous alimony payments

would have been a thing of the past.

And then she broke it off but you were still on the hook,

so you decided to do away with the alimony

by getting rid of Patty.

Patty, I get you're upset about Hank,

but how can you accuse me of this nonsense?

It really isn't that far-fetched, Patrick.

Tell me, do you happen to know

when Patty's groceries are being delivered?

He sure does.

Well then, it wouldn't be all that hard for you

to poison her unattended groceries.

And I'm willing to be that a search of your house

would find a large stash of strychnine,

the same rat poison that was found in Patty's lemon bars.

Even if that were true, you can't prove any of it.

Oh, sweetie.

All we have to do is hand over the evidence.

It's their job to prove it.

What... What's going on?

What do you think?

Oh, one more thing.

Your cellphone connected automatically

to the Wi-Fi router in this house

on the morning of the poisoning.

Patrick Carson,

you're under arrest for attempted murder.

Let's go.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you.

You two have been so wonderful!

I just can't thank you enough.

Oh, we were just happy to help.

We're glad you're safe.

I just can't help but wonder if things had been

a little different... If I had just married Owen,

or I'd been home when the groceries were delivered,

Hank would still be here.

Well, how would you have known?

The way I see it, if it weren't for you,

Hank would never have gotten his justice.

You're right.

It's just gonna take some time for this to stop hurting.

Oh.

Oh, Patty.

I'm so sorry.

If it's any consolation,

I think that the heartbreak you feel after a loss

tells you that you've experienced

something really special.

And in this case,

it was the love of a loyal pet.

And I'm sure that no matter where Hank is,

he's at peace knowing that his final act in this world

was protecting the human he loved the most.

Thank you. I love you.

This has to be it, right?

Yeah, the IP address used to make the reservation

was traced back to the Royal Honua Hotel.

There's only one car. Welles has gotta be alone,

so as long as we take him by surprise,

we should be able to get Dana out safely.

Hang on.

Been a long time, Bennett.

Welles must have called in some back-up

after he spotted David.

So much for outnumbering them.

Yeah. We're gonna need a change of plans.

David, oh, my God.

I'm so sorry, Dana. I'm so sorry.

I never should have put you through this.

It's gonna... It's gonna be over soon, okay?

Built a nice little life for yourself

with my money, didn't you?

It's between us, Welles.

She didn't have anything to do with this.

Just let her go.

So she can go straight to the cops?

Because I can get you your money back.

Look, for 13 years, I have lived with this debt hanging over me,

knowing that this day was gonna come.

Been living on borrowed time.

I don't regret a second of it.

I just wish we had longer.

What? What are you doing?

David, no.

We both know I'm not walking out of here,

but I have an offshore account with your $2 million in it.

You let her go and it is all yours.

Get him a laptop.

The transfer's only gonna take a few minutes.

Yeah, but if we breach now,

someone could get killed in the crossfire.

Yeah, and those sliding glass doors are sure to give us away.

I think I've got an idea.

What's the hold up?

How do I know you won't shoot us once I make this transfer?

You don't,

but I will shoot both of you if I don't get my money.

Who the hell is that?

Get the door.

HPD! Drop your weapons!

You're not a cop.

I saw you going around with that hotel dick this morning.

That badge ain't real.

Fine, I'm not a cop anymore,

but I'm still taking you in. Citizen's arrest.

Nice try,

but I think you're a little outmanned.

Yeah, I can see that.

Actually, coming in here, I knew it was gonna be two against one,

but I did it because it was the only way.

Only way for what?

Only way to buy my friend some time

to pick the lock on the back door.

Give it up, Welles.

Vacation's over.

Mommy, Daddy!

How'd you feel flashing that fake badge?

Better than confiscating it, right?

Don't get used to it.

David gonna be able to cut a plea?

Well, if he testifies against Welles,

he should be able to walk away from any charges.

Is he pushing for witness protection?

I don't know.

Welles and his guys are going away for a long time,

and David's already had to start over once.

There is one thing that I still don't get.

What's that?

How come you asked me to work this case with you?

Because I like your company. C'mon.

You thought I needed a distraction today

to keep me from stressing about the hearing.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Mm-hmm.

Thanks, Magnum.

Patrick had only been in custody for 30 minutes

before he confessed to the entire thing.

That is amazing.

We're batting a thousand at this point.

I'm still trying to figure out

why the lads aren't trying to bite your head off.

Because they finally, you know, have come to their senses

and realized I'm not that bad of a guy, right?

Right, boys?

After four years? Oh, no way.

Yeah, something must have happened.

These dogs are hard-wired to hate you.

You know, I reckon the lads are probably just too exhausted

from the dog park to bother with Magnum.

Right?

Totally, yeah. You know what we should do?

We should go to the guest house and grab a drink.

Rick and TC are over there now if you want to...

Ooh, sounds good. Kumu?

Oh, well, I've been craving

one of Rick's lilikoi margaritas.

Think he'll whip some up for us?

Yeah, yeah, of course. I mean, he's been on the couch

for, you know, the last couple days.

The least he can do is make us a drink.

Okay. Alright, come on, lads.

Alright, let's go. Come on, boys.

Come on. Come on.

This way.

I still can't believe Gordon let you use those fake badges.

That's the thing, it was actually his idea.

Hi.

Uh-oh, that's not a good look. What's going on here?

Are you alright, Rick?

No. No, I'm not alright.

Did you break the washing machine again?

No.

Did you clog the loo for the fourth time?

No, and I did some research on that,

and it's the low-flow toilets

that Robin has on this estate, not me, okay?

Okay, well, what is it?

It was an accident.

I made Roberto some pancakes and when I went to serve him,

I left the cage door open.

You lost Thomas's mouse?

Unfortunately.

We... We spent all day looking for the little guy.

Mm.

Look, Thomas, I'm gonna make this up to you, okay?

I promise. I will replace Roberto.

Not that Roberto II can be replaced...

Why are you smirking? He's smirking.

He's laughing. Why are you laughing?

Are you laughing?

You want to glance at the cage?

Roberto!

Oh, now you want to come out?

Are those tiny mouse pancakes?

Yeah.

How long you been giving him a short stack?

Awhile.

That's gotta be the cutest thing I've ever seen.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

I've been looking for this for ages.

Dude.

Magnum and Higgins?

Together?

I think so.

Game changer.