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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,

where we spent time in a POW camp before escaping.

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 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 he broke a convict out of prison

in order to save his ex-wife.

Ah! Higgins!

And this is Juliet Higgins,

former British Intelligence, MI6.

She also works for Robin.

You're his major... dodo.

Majordomo.

Sure, we got off on the wrong foot...

Magnum is an uncultured man-child,

a lazy freeloader, a terrible driver,

but he is definitely not a killer.

But she came around.

We work really well together.

Oh, no!

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

After becoming partners, we got much closer.

You're my best friend. Ditto.

And then things got complicated.

You may have said my name in your sleep last night.

Fine. I had a dream about you.

A sexy dream.

I may, possibly, have feelings for Higgins.

I came to tell you that I have feelings for you.

♪ Outside ♪

♪ My guy is trying to find a little spare time ♪

♪ Unwind with me a little ♪

♪ I've got red wine ♪

♪ No lie, and since there's two of us ♪

Living in Hawaii, you find

that each day is like the one before,

because here, it's always 80 degrees, it's always sunny,

and everywhere you go, you can feel that Aloha Spirit.

But sometimes, you wake up, and everything seems different.

Like it's not just gonna be another day in paradise.

It might even be something better.

♪ I heard you wanna be in the driver's seat ♪

Hey.

Hey, yourself.

♪ ...it feels right ♪

Yeah, I know what you're thinking.

But trust me, this isn't a dream.

This is really happening.

Thanks for not waking me.

Well, we didn't get much sleep last night.

Figured you might be tired. Yeah.

We also didn't get a chance to talk... about us.

Well, who's fault is that?

I mean, I tried to talk to you

when we got back from the hospital, but...

you had other plans.

Are you implying that I came onto you?

Because that is not what happened.

That's exactly what happened.

Okay, well, that is... That is what happened.

Yeah.

Either way, we need to talk.

♪ But it feels right ♪

♪ And just the thought of you ♪

♪ Gives me the taste I know I'll crave ♪

♪ But it feels right ♪

I mean, it's not just that we'd be jeopardizing our partnership.

Then what is it?

Well, on paper, we really don't make sense.

The notion that opposites attract is a total myth.

Our personalities are vastly different,

and we disagree on pretty much everything.

Well, on the plus side,

at least now when we have an issue,

we can resolve those differences with make-up sex.

Magnum, focus.

This... you and me... It's... it's inherently risky.

Yeah, but most things that are worth it are.

But I'm willing to give it a chance.

Then so am I.

But, you know, I-I would like

to just set out a few ground rules.

Okay, here we go.

Well, what does that mean?

It's just so you.

You want to set rules and... And... and boundaries and...

No, no, no. Just... Just hear me out, would you?

I'm not sure that you're aware of this,

but our friends are actually kind of invested

in the idea of you and me as a couple.

Oh, I'm aware.

They even have a text chain about it.

That's kind of juvenile.

But, anyway, look, we need

to give each other time to figure this out.

We don't need other people influencing us.

So, you want to keep it on the DL.

Precisely.

Thomas, you up?

On that note, you better hide.

No, this is my house. You hide.

It's Robin's house. Really?

We're gonna do this right now?

Come on. Get in the kitchen.

Hey, Kumu. What's up?

Have you seen Juliet?

She's not in the main house.

No, she's probably riding.

Well, that's what I thought, but her horse is in the stable.

Did you try the wine cellar?

Why would she be in the wine cellar at 7:30 in the morning?

Oh. She didn't tell you?

No, no, Higgy is on this whole "rise and wine" kick.

Claims there are health benefits to drinking in the morning.

Personally, I think she just...

She just wants to hit the bottle.

Okay. I'll check the cellar. Yeah.

Oh, a-and you got a call on the house line

just a few minutes ago.

New client. Okay.

She's on her way.

I will get dressed ASAP.

"Rise and wine"?

I got rid of her, didn't I?

And, besides, I don't really like the idea

of lying to our friends.

I-I mean, lying to Katsumoto is okay because I kind of...

You do it all the time? Precisely.

But Rick and Kumu and TC, it just feels...

wrong.

Look, it doesn't make me feel good, either.

But I think that we owe it to ourselves

to give this a real chance of success.

Moreover, if it doesn't work out,

it's just gonna be harder if everyone knows.

Yeah, that's a good point.

And...

sneaking around might be kind of fun,

in a naughty way.

That's an even better point.

So, how you doing, man?

Aside from suddenly being unemployed, I'm good.

So, what happens now?

I mean, they just can't take your badge, right?

No, they can.

Unless I decide to fight it, which I'm not going to.

Wait, why the hell not?

'Cause I knew what I was doing,

and I'm prepared to accept the consequences.

You sure, Gordie?

You really just wanna give up that easy?

I've made my peace with it.

Of course now, I have to figure out my next move.

I never imagined I'd be 45 and starting over,

but here I am.

Yeah, I know what that feels like.

So do Thomas, Rick, and Higgy.

But you'll figure it out like we did.

In the meantime, you know I got your back, right?

I do.

You're also picking up the check, I hope,

'cause who knows when I'll have a job again.

Oh, man, you know...

my wallet fell out the chopper.

Mm. Got it.

No, I got you, man.

I've been going back and forth on this.

I want answers, but I'm also afraid of what I might learn.

You're definitely not the first client to feel that way,

but why don't we just start with what brought you here?

Six nights ago...

my husband, Greg, died in a car accident.

It was late.

He was driving home from work and took a turn too fast

and slammed into a divider.

So sorry.

Paramedics said he was killed instantly.

No one saw anything.

But yesterday, I went to the mailbox and...

found this.

It's a red light camera ticket.

That photo was taken less than two minutes before the crash.

But as you can see... He's clearly not alone.

There's someone in the passenger seat.

The police said there was no one else in the vehicle,

so I don't know if she survived and ran off

or if Greg let her out before he crashed.

I take it you don't know who this is?

No.

That's why I'm here.

Greg is... was...

The last person

I'd suspect of having an affair.

He was a good man.

But maybe there was another side to him.

The resolution on this photo

is too poor for facial recognition,

but we can definitely look into it,

if that's what you want.

It is.

I have to know the truth. For my own peace of mind.

I need answers.

We'll do everything we can to get you some.

What do you need, Thomas?

I'll tell you what I don't need...

an eyeful of ear wax and hair.

What are you talking about?

You're on FaceTime, pal.

Ah. Sorry.

There she is.

Look at that little ball of Joy.

Wait, why... why are you naked?

I'm not naked. We're bonding here, okay?

This is called Skin to Skin.

My heartbeat calms the baby, and this way,

she learns my scent.

She is too cute.

Hey, hey, Rick, listen, I need a favor.

Of course you do.

You know, Thomas, this is getting really tiresome.

You know what kind of friendship they call this?

Transactional.

And it's toxic.

Someone's a little cranky.

Uh, let's see. I have a newborn,

I got 20 minutes of sleep last night,

I got to cover the bar in an hour,

I forgot to buy a car seat,

and I'm closing on my new house this week.

Alright, sounds like you got a full plate.

I'll tell you what,

I'll take one of those things off your list.

You'll be Joy's dad so I can get some sleep?

No, I was thinking the car seat.

Oh. That... That would be helpful.

Thank you. No problem.

Okay, now is where you ask me,

"What was that favor you needed?"

And I tell you, "Can you reach out to your guy

at the Department of Transportation

to pull some traffic cam footage?"

And I'm also gonna need you to track down

a BMW X5 that's totaled.

Uh, it's probably at an impound lot.

I just have no idea which one, though.

Okay, let me get this straight.

You take one thing off my to-do list and you add two more.

Come on, Rick. It's a couple phone calls.

Please?

Okay.

Send over the details.

Thank you.

And, hey, don't cheap out on that car seat.

Wouldn't dream of it.

Alright, first stop... Dr. Macy's office.

Looks like the day he died,

Macy placed two calls

to Hadley & Kroy.

That's the island's top divorce firm.

Yeah. It's not a good sign.

And it gets worse.

Dr. Macy was researching

temporary housing in Kapolei,

and he'd had recently downloaded a third-party

messaging app that allows for covert communication.

Blind Message? Mm-hmm.

That's the go-to app for serial cheaters.

Yeah. Can you access the account?

Yeah.

Looks like Dr. Macy was chatting with somebody

who goes by the letter "J."

How bad are the messages?

Well, in the last one, Dr. Macy

says, "How are you? I'm thinking about you."

To which J responds, "I can't talk.

He's home."

Looks like Sara's fears were justified.

We have to find out who this J person is.

Aloha.

Sorry. Clinic's closed.

You don't look like doctors.

We're not.

HPD.

I'm afraid you're gonna have to go elsewhere, sir.

Hmm.

I've got one of those, too.

Except mine's real.

I told you one of these days,

those badges were gonna get us into trouble.

Yeah, and you were right.

Wait, what? Well, you did warn me.

Are you... Are you just being placatory because we're now...

You are, aren't you?

Maybe a little bit. Please don't.

Could you just be yourself?

Okay, let's talk about what you two are doing here.

Well, Macy's wife hired us to investigate his death.

Why would she hire a couple of private eyes?

Investigators. Investigators.

Macy died in a car accident.

There was nothing suspicious about it,

and yet, here you are, searching his office.

Why?

Well, it was at least a little suspicious.

He was an impeccable driver,

he had no moving violations.

Was he upset?

Did he get into some kind of altercation?

His wife just wants answers.

Detective, if I may, why are you here?

I mean, a car accident is kind of below your pay grade, no?

I just transferred into Central this morning,

and I heard a couple of PIs requested

Macy's accident report,

and I just thought that was a little... odd.

I figured this might be your next stop.

You know, they warned me about you two already.

It seems your reputations precede you.

Can't tell if that was an insult.

It wasn't a compliment.

Mm.

So, will you be charging us?

I haven't decided yet.

He will not be charging us.

Oh, no? No.

I'm guessing you're Robbery-Homicide.

Yeah, you got to do all this paperwork,

a full day in court for, what, a misdemeanor.

That's not gonna happen.

Hmm. Your boyfriend brings up a good point.

We're not... No, no. We're not involved.

No. Hands.

So, this is your first and only warning.

Get involved in the case again,

you'll see the inside of a cell.

Well, very nice to meet you, Detective.

That must be Gordon's replacement.

Yeah.

You lied to him about Macy's companion.

Well, Sara did ask us to use discretion, right?

Lieutenant Magnum,

this is Commander Rachel Lee over at Pearl.

I was hoping you could tell me

how to get in contact with Captain Buck Greene.

I've been trying, but his phone is no longer in service.

Uh, Captain Greene?

No, I'm sorry. I can't.

Oh, that's odd. You're listed in his file

as the emergency contact.

Well, that's news to me. I haven't spoken to Greene

but maybe once in the past three years.

Yeah. What is this about?

Well, sir, Captain Greene hasn't cashed

his pension check in weeks.

His last known address is a PO box in Haleiwa,

but he hasn't emptied it in a while,

so I've been trying to track him down.

I'm sorry. I wish I could help, but I don't have any info.

Understood. I appreciate your time, sir.

Good day.

Apparently, Greene dropped off the grid.

That's odd.

Also odd that your former C.O.,

who betrayed you and nearly got you killed,

then lists you as his emergency contact.

Yeah.

Ooh. What is going on here?

With Joy coming early, Rick didn't have a chance

to schedule any paternity leave,

so he needed someone to come in and sling Mai Tais.

Lucky for him, I bartended my way through grad school

in the '7... '80s. Right.

Oh, look at this.

- You didn't get the budget model. - Come on.

We're talking about my goddaughter here.

Only the best for her.

Yeah, yeah, you spare no expense.

Thank you, Jules.

I know who paid for that.

Well, you know, I covered the tax, and that's...

That's really where they get you.

Yes, he did.

Uh, did you track down the car yet?

Well, what's left of it.

It's at the impound lot in Waipahu.

Hmm. Okay, great.

And what about the traffic cam footage?

Sorry. One for two.

Mu guy at the DOT is off-island and unreachable.

Okay. Um, I can take a run at their firewall.

Or we can ask them for a professional courtesy.

What?

Aloha. This is Detective Childs,

badge number 5652.

I was wondering if I can pull the traffic cam footage

from Cooke and Green,

uh, from around 10:55 p.m. to 11:00 p.m. last Thursday.

Uh, no, no, it's fine.

Go ahead and text me a link.

808-555-0121.

Great.

Mahalo.

You memorized his badge number.

I didn't think I would need it so soon.

Okay, this is all the coverage that we have

between the red light and near where Dr. Macy crashed.

Hey. You got my message.

Yeah, you sounded worried, TM.

Well, I am.

Yeah, I just want to make sure Greene's okay,

and we're on a case right now, so could you help out?

Yeah, I got you.

So, any ideas where to start?

He did mention having a place near Anahulu River,

but that's all I got.

Alright, I'll head up there and ask around.

Alright. Thanks, TC.

I think it's nice that you want to look in on Captain Greene.

Well, somebody has to. I mean, the guy has no one.

After his son got killed,

the Navy was the only family he had left,

and when he lost his commission,

he lost everything.

You know what? It's... It's not just that.

I mean, outside of my dad and my uncle, there's really no man

that had more of an impact on my life than Greene.

He's the one who put the team together.

You know, me and Rick and Nuzo and TC.

Two Marines, two SEALs.

That was... That was his idea.

I'm sure he's fine.

He probably just wanted to unplug for a couple of weeks

and took a trip or something.

Yeah, well, I hope you're right.

So, what do we got?

Well, what we don't have

is a view of the actual crash, but look.

Here is where Dr. Macy ran the red light.

It was red for at least a couple seconds

before he blew through it. Mm.

It doesn't look like he was just being careless.

Oh, look at that.

Yeah, that SUV ran the red, as well.

Maybe he was chasing Dr. Macy.

Well, we're about to find out.

Hang on.

Okay.

About two blocks later, he takes a turn down an alley.

Then he lets her out.

And there's the SUV again.

Okay, unfortunately, that's where our coverage ends.

But it's clear that that SUV

was in pursuit of Dr. Macy.

Yeah, and 30 seconds later, he crashes.

I mean, this... this doesn't look like an ordinary accident.

No.

It might be murder. 497

The SUV pursuing Dr. Macy

is registered to a dummy corporation in Panama City.

Oh, not suspicious at all. Yeah.

We need to figure out who was behind the wheel

and whether they were after Dr. Macy,

his passenger, or both of them.

Here's another question... At what point do we loop in HPD?

Well, if we give them the heads-up now,

our involvement in the case is basically over.

So I say we wait until we absolutely can't.

I don't see any evidence that it was forced off the road

or PIT maneuvered.

Yeah. Let's look inside.

Nothing up here.

Yeah. Same.

Oh, hang on.

Look at that.

What is that?

A fingernail? It's an acrylic one.

I don't reckon it belongs to our client, though.

She didn't have her nails done.

Maybe it belongs to our mystery woman.

Right. I mean, if she was gripping

the dashboard really hard

when they were being chased, it could have broken off.

I mean, it's a long shot, but...

it looks like one of Kimee's. I'm sorry?

There's only a few people on the island

that do custom nails like this.

Okay, since when did you become such an expert

in ladies' fingernails?

Did you date a manicurist or something?

Two, actually, and one of them,

Kimee, she would do custom work like this.

If it's her work, she might be able to tell us

who it belonged to.

Right.

Okay.

Two, huh?

That doesn't bother you, does it?

No, no, no.

I'm well aware that you've had

your fair share of dalliances over the years.

Isn't it kinda weird that we know so much

about each other's history?

Kind of.

But, I mean, there isn't much about this situation

that's normal.

I mean, we're practically living together already.

We didn't even have a proper courtship.

You never had to pursue me or romance me.

Most guys would kill for that arrangement, by the way.

Well, I'm not most guys.

'Cause you're a romantic. Mm.

Well, you know, I actually think courtship is overrated.

You do? Yes. I do.

It's two people putting their best foot forward,

pretending to be something that they're not.

It's... It's dishonest. Come on.

That is... That is a bit cynical, isn't it?

Maybe.

For what it's worth, I think I might actually have enjoyed

being courted by you.

Well, I agree.

'Cause my courtship game... Pretty strong.

Of that, I have no doubt.

How's Suzy doing?

Tired.

Yeah, what she went through must've been scary.

Yeah.

Speaking of bad things that happened yesterday,

I heard about you and HPD.

You alright? Hanging in there.

Hm. Here.

Oh, oh, oh.

TC says you're not gonna fight this.

Do all of you tell each other everything,

or do you have, like, a hive mind?

No, we have a text thread.

He was concerned about you.

So am I.

It just doesn't make any sense.

I broke a convicted felon out of prison,

and I refused to give up my accomplices.

I'd say the punishment fits the crime.

Well, what choice did you have?

They took Beth.

You did what you had to do.

Or is there some other reason why you're not fighting this?

I'm not gonna fight for something I don't deserve.

Come on. What are you talking about?

I was gonna shoot an unarmed man in cold blood.

I came as close as anyone can to stepping over that line.

Okay. But you didn't.

Only because Magnum stopped me. Come on.

If you pulled that trigger, Thomas wasn't gonna turn you in.

You know that.

You stopped yourself, Gordie.

Doesn't feel that way.

Maybe not, but that's what happened.

Don't punish yourself for almost making a mistake.

The real mistake would be for you to roll over

and accept what's happening.

You gotta fight this.

Thomas Magnum.

How's it going, stranger?

Hey, Kimee, how are you?

Well, I'm doing better now.

Look, I'm... I'm gonna send you a picture of something, okay?

You know, with some guys, that usually means

a photo of a certain appendage

is about to show up in my in-box...

pardon the pun.

She's normally not like this.

Oh, I'm sure.

No, seriously, Kimee, I-I-I need your help, right?

I'm working on a case.

Did you... Did you get the photo?

Uh, yeah.

It's one of my nails. Oh, great.

Can you tell me who it belongs to?

Sure. Uh, Melinda Parker.

She loved this design.

You got a number for her?

Uh, yeah.

I'll text it to you now.

So, in exchange for my help, maybe you'll buy me a drink?

Well, actually, I'm...

I'm kinda seeing somebody right now.

Shut up. Is it serious?

Well, it's a little early, but it... it could be, yes.

Well, good luck, stud.

Hey, and if it doesn't work out, hit me up.

Okay. Alright. Bye.

Okay, here we are.

Well, it certainly looks like our mystery woman.

Mm.

She's married to a Nathan Parker.

Nathan Parker. I know that name.

He's a... a big-time developer,

supposedly with ties to several criminal organizations.

Well, if a man like that thought

that his wife was having an affair,

it's reasonable to assume that he would send people after them.

Yeah, but we still don't know

if Macy and Melinda were involved.

Hmm.

Well, her phone pinged three times

at Macy's clinic in the last two months.

What about the night of the accident?

It was off.

Powered back on in her house in Kailua,

and it hasn't left since.

So she hasn't left her house in six days?

No, it would seem not.

She hasn't made any calls or sent any text messages,

and there are no credit card charges, either.

Okay, here's what I'm thinking, alright?

So, Parker sends his guys after Melinda,

but they don't get to her until after the crash

and take her home, or...

Or they disappeared her and kept her phone.

In which case, we might be looking at two possible murders.

I think it's time to loop in Detective Childs.

Yeah, but, look, if the HPD gets involved now,

Parker's gonna lawyer up.

Maybe we have a better chance of finding something out

if we talk to him first.

Why is he gonna talk to us? For the same reason.

He wants to know what we know.

Hmm.

Hi. Mr. Parker.

My name is Thomas Magnum.

This is Juliet Higgins.

We're private investigators.

How can I help you?

Well, we're looking into the death of a Dr. Greg Macy.

We have reason to believe that your wife,

Melinda, may have some information that could help us.

Would we be able to speak to her?

Macy?

What, you mean the doctor who crashed his car last week?

Mm.

Why do you think Melinda can help you?

Well, we believe she knew the victim.

I was wondering how long it would someone

to put that together.

So, you are aware...

That Macy was screwing my wife? Yeah.

But now isn't the, uh, best time.

Why don't you leave your number,

and we'll, uh... We'll contact you?

Well, it's actually quite important

that we speak to her now.

We were on our way to HPD to share our findings

and we need her to fill in some blanks.

Thanks.

Melinda, this is Mr. Magnum and Ms. Higgins.

They're private investigators.

What's this about?

It's about you and Dr. Macy.

They know, and they have some questions.

Oh, well, first, actually, I would like to ask, Mr. Parker,

how you learned of the affair?

She told me a few days ago.

Sine then, we've just been here, talking,

working on our issues, working on our marriage.

It's something we should've done a long time ago.

I gotta say, you do seem incredibly forgiving

about the whole situation.

Well, um, not at first,

but, no, the... the... the truth is,

what happened was just as much my fault as it was hers.

I've been so focused on work,

I forgot to invest in the things that truly matter.

Melinda, what made you confess to the affair?

I, um...

Well, I saw the news about Greg's death online

and I was upset.

I could tell something was wrong,

so finally, I managed to pull it out of her.

Now I have a question.

Dr. Macy was killed when he crashed his car.

Seems pretty open and shut.

So, what exactly are you investigating?

Well, there was an image that was captured about two minutes

before the crash that killed Dr. Macy.

That's you inside the car with him.

That's not me.

It sure does look like you.

It's not. Alright.

Well, in that case, could I ask you

where you were between 10:30 and 11:00 last Thursday night?

Here, with Nathan.

Well, you gotta admit,

there is a... a striking resemblance between you two.

Maybe this guy had a type.

Hmm.

Well, that was something. Melinda was obviously scared.

Nathan answered all of her questions,

practically controlling her.

It just felt very staged.

He probably told her if anyone comes around asking about

the crash to cop to the affair so he could avoid suspicion.

Except they weren't counting on that red light photo

putting her inside the car.

When confronted with that,

her only option was to say that it wasn't her,

but I reckon they're hiding something else.

What's that?

Well, Melinda was wearing long sleeves and really heavy makeup.

Kind of unusual for a tropical climate.

But it's pretty handy if you're trying to hide signs of abuse.

I think we've got this all wrong.

It's not about some affair.

According to the patient records,

there was only one person who visited the clinic

on the three occasions where Melinda's phone places her here.

Jayne Smith. Come on. Yeah.

That's gotta be an alias.

Same age, height, and weight as Melinda.

I mean, it's got to be her.

Yeah. You were right.

Parker's been abusing his wife.

Macy wasn't just treating her, right?

Those messages to J we found...

"I-I've been thinking about you,"

"I can't talk. He's home."

That wasn't some conversation between two lovers.

Macy was worried about Melinda,

and when he looked into a divorce attorney and housing,

his was probably doing that on her behalf.

Right. Dr. Macy wasn't cheating on his wife.

He was just helping Melinda to leave her abusive husband.

Maybe she finally did.

Only Parker sends guys after her.

They... They track her here to the clinic,

so Macy and Melinda jump in his car to get away from them.

Then after the crash, they find Melinda

and take her back home to her husband,

where he's been keeping her ever since.

Yeah, it's a solid theory.

Let's just hope our new friend at HPD believes it.

What did I say about staying out of this?

Well, we've just told you that Nathan Parker

is likely responsible for Dr. Macy's death and appears

to currently be holding his wife hostage,

a wife who he's been abusing for God knows how long,

and that is your first question?

Listen, you go after a guy like Parker,

you need hard evidence.

You've got location data and photos

of someone who could be his wife.

Detective, compare the birthmarks on the woman

in this photo to Melinda's.

I guarantee you, they're gonna match. Alright.

I'll just ask her to come down here to the station

and get naked for us. That'll go over so well.

Prosecutors do not like picking fights they cannot win.

This is a really hard case to make.

You would need Mrs. Parker going on the record,

and I've got a better chance of getting drafted by the A's

than that woman testifying.

So, you're just gonna do nothing,

when every moment that this woman spends

with her husband, her life is in danger?

She's also the only person

that can identify the driver of the SUV

that chased Dr. Macy to his death.

Thanks for coming in, guys.

Just be grateful I'm not charging you with obstruction.

We've gotta talk to Melinda and convince her

to leave her husband and testify.

How? She's a prisoner in her own home

surrounded by bodyguards and completely cut off.

I didn't say it was gonna be easy.

Turn those alarms off.

Go check on Mrs. Parker.

- You can't be in here. - No, no, no.

It's okay. Your husband isn't home.

We checked. But he'll be back soon.

You need to go. I'm going to go,

and you're gonna come with me, okay?

We know what he's been doing to you.

No. I can't.

Melinda... You don't know him.

His men, they ran Dr. Macy off the road.

No, no. We know. He'll come after me.

He'll go after my family. No, no.

We will take him down together. He won't be able to.

It's not possible.

With the evidence that we have unearthed

and the testimony that you can give,

we can put him away so he will never hurt you again.

Melinda, if you stay with him in this house, he will kill you.

Maybe not the next time he hits you,

maybe not the time after that, but it will happen.

Dr. Macy, he understood the danger that you were in.

He gave his life trying to save yours.

Okay.

Let's go.

Come on.

Go. Get out of here.

Where do you think you're going?

That's close enough.

So, what now?

You gonna call HPD?

You've been holding your wife hostage in this house.

How are you gonna explain that?

Lucky for me, I won't have to.

'Cause we're gonna keep HPD out of this.

Did you call the police? No.

Well, then how did they...

I have no idea.

Yeah, so make sure they know that.

Yeah. Copy. I'm heading over now.

If nobody called HPD,

then how did you know to come down with the cavalry?

After what I said about needing testimony

from Melinda and your reaction to it,

I just had a feeling this might be your next move.

He had a feeling.

Between us, this is what you planned.

You provoked us into coming here

because you didn't have the legal grounds to do it yourself.

You two have a good night.

♪ I found a letter that read ♪

I didn't want your husband involved, but...

He wouldn't listen, right?

That's who he was.

♪ I think it's coming ♪

♪ Oh, and it comes so fast ♪

I owe him my life.

♪ I'm hearing whispers ♪

♪ Of an infinite yes ♪

♪ And I don't know why it is ♪

♪ Our bodies are dead ♪

♪ Why you look so sad ♪ [ Cellphone beeps ]

It's Gordon Katsumoto.

Listen, I changed my mind.

I'm not gonna let them take my badge without a fight.

♪ And I don't know why it is ♪

♪ I feel it coming ♪ [ Cellphone chimes ]

♪ I think it's real and significant ♪

♪ I think I think I think a little too often ♪

♪ That's what my therapist said ♪

♪ We're alone in this wilderness ♪

♪ Left to choke on the pills ♪

♪ And to feed on the viruses ♪

♪ I think it's coming ♪

♪ Oh, and it comes so ♪

♪ Fast ♪

What is this?

I was thinking about what you said, and you're right.

We did skip a few steps.

Now is a good time to start making up for that.

That is very sweet.

Kumu is, uh, picking up a shift at La Mariana,

which means we have the entire estate

all to ourselves.

Magnum, that... That's a vintage Bordeaux.

Do you have any idea how expensive that is?

Well, you're worth every penny,

even if it's not mine.

Don't ruin it.

Sorry.

Cheers.

Excuse me.

Are you the harbor master?

That's me.

I'm looking for a friend of mine.

I believe he docks his boat here.

Yeah.

His boat was here this morning.

Really? Yeah.

But the slip's empty.

So your friend must have set sail.

Would you happen to have the boat's MMSI number?

I would love to track it if I can.

Sorry. I'm just the harbor master.

I don't keep that kind of information on file.

It's okay.

Mahalo.

You asked me to call if somebody came around

asking about the Navy guy.

Someone just did.

Who?

Don't know. Said he was a friend.

I didn't get a name.

He comes back, you call me.

Problem?

Not sure yet.

Is he up? Yeah.

Who are you?

That's not important, Captain.

I'm not a captain anymore.

No, but you were. Four decades in the Navy.

Served with distinction.

Highly decorated.

And, of course, resigned your commission in disgrace.

Thanks for the recap.

You've obviously done your homework on me.

Now, what the hell is this about?!

Easy.

You're telling me to take it easy?

You break into my home, black bag me, knock me out.

Now, what do you want?

Information.

Back in Afghanistan, you put together a team.

Two Navy SEALs, two Marines.

They ran black ops. Off-the-books stuff.

Their identities were known only to you and a few others.

You're gonna give me their names.

Why the hell would I do that?

So we can hunt them down and kill them.