Magnum P.I. (2018): Season 1, Episode 13 - Day of the Viper - full transcript
Magnum helps Higgins find "the Viper," the assassin who killed her true love.
'Cause we're
busting out of this stink hole
in exactly one minute and 20 seconds.
- Want some brandy?
- Yeah.
Who doesn't? Suppose we wait
till we hit the Waldorf Astoria.
It's on me.
You won't get off that cheap.
Higgy. What's up?
The guest house is dark
and the Ferrari is gone.
- And you missing me?
- And the intercom
at the front gate is still broken.
Did you ever call Rick's friend
to get it repaired?
I did... not.
Sorry about that.
I'll do it first thing
in the morning, okay?
What are the chances
of busting out of here?
Is that Stalag 17 I'm hearing?
It is, indeed.
That... Impressive.
- Where are you?
- Currently...
I'm at the Makai Hotel's
luxurious honeymoon suite,
having the most amazing
ice cream sundae I've ever had.
You cannot seriously be using that suite.
- Why not? They gave it to us for free.
- Under false pretenses.
- Yeah, but they wanted us to have it.
- Because we were pretending
to be a couple whose reservation was lost
so that you could gain access
to their computer system.
What was I supposed to do...
not use it, let it go to waste?
You really don't see anything
wrong with this, do you?
Look, I have an important
meeting with a client
in the morning and I-I don't want
to drive all the way downtown.
That is not an excuse, Magnum.
Well, I-I can't leave now,
I already left a five-star review.
I-I talked about the room, the service,
the sundae... Plus that
super awesome Japanese toilet
that does...
everything for you, you know?
Plus, there's a bunch of stuff
I haven't even tried yet.
If I leave now, it will all be a lie.
You lied to get the room.
No, we lied to get the room.
Hey, what's going on?
It appears there's an intruder
on the property.
You seeing anybody
on the surveillance system?
Higgins. Higgins!
Higgins?
It's okay, it's okay.
You shoot the intruder
and then you tend to his wounds?
The wound came with me, I'm afraid.
It's all right, Magnum.
This is an old friend
from back in the MI6 days.
Had to, uh, jump the gate because someone
didn't fix the intercom.
Ian Pryce.
Hope you don't mind if I don't get up.
Magnum's a private investigator,
he lives in the guest house.
This Kalo poultice
is my Auntie Keona's go-to remedy.
It should help with the bleeding, after.
After what?
The bullet is still in his leg
and we have to remove it.
Yeah, this man needs a hospital.
No, no. No hospitals.
Bullet wounds get reported
to the authorities.
And that is a bad thing why?
Ian is here unofficially.
He's on a personal mission
that's unsanctioned by MI6.
Unsanctioned. Oh, illegal. Great.
What's the mission?
Actually, we haven't got that far yet.
Although I am starting
to become rather curious myself.
Perhaps you'd care to share.
You can trust them.
It's about Viper, Jules.
An analyst in the Far East office
picked up some chatter.
There's a person on-on this island
who claims to have information
about Viper's identity
and they're offering it
to the highest bidder.
Who's Viper?
He's an assassin.
We've been chasing him for years.
Viper's responsible for the deaths
of a number of Western assets
and other high-value targets, but, uh...
we've never been able to put
a name or a face to him.
And I'm guessing
you have some connection with this guy.
He, uh...
He murdered the man I loved.
Hang on.
Steady.
Deep breath.
Oh!
Ooh.
- Okay, now your turn.
- Yeah.
The, uh...
person who can apparently
ID Viper is one...
Fiona Mahoe.
A local woman who peddles
stolen intelligence.
Government secrets.
She's rather like WikiLeaks, except...
she's in it for money.
Using a false identity,
I went to visit Fiona this evening
to negotiate a price, but, uh,
she sussed out that I was MI6,
and let's just say she didn't
appreciate being lied to.
Actually, I was fortunate to get away
with just one bullet wound.
And where is this Fiona Mahoe?
She operates out of a warehouse
in, uh, Kalihi.
Hope I'm saying that right.
You nailed it.
And how many men are with her?
At least three.
- All armed?
- To the teeth.
I think
Mr. Pryce could use some rest right now.
Magnum, can I have a word with you?
Yeah.
You're gonna go see
this Fiona woman, aren't you?
If she has information on the Viper,
we have to know what it is.
We may never get this opportunity again.
Now,
about all these favors that I've
been doing for you recently...
Sure.
I'll help.
Oh. Well, uh...
that was easy.
Uh, don't you have to see a new
client in the morning, or...
This seems important.
Can you really afford
to lose out on this job?
No.
But, uh...
I'll figure it out.
What's up, Mr. M?
Want your usual... spicy garlic?
Not right now, Kame, I'm working a case.
- Hello there.
- Donald Stolper. My wife, Lauren.
The pleasure is all mine.
Thank you for meeting us, Mr. Magnum.
Please... call me Tommy.
You sure he bought it?
Completely.
I think I do a better you than you do.
- And the job?
- Piece of cake.
Client's daughter just announced
that she wants to marry
the boyfriend next week.
He's freaking out, wants me
to run a check on the guy,
make sure he's not a psycho or anything.
You just got to make sure he doesn't have
an arrest record, uh, run
a background check on the guy...
Tommy. Baby. I got this.
Okay. I'll call you later.
All right.
So, we need to talk about
what we're gonna do
when we get to Fiona's place.
We got to have a plan going in.
We can't just walk in there
and say we're buyers interested
in the Viper's identity
after the shootout last night.
There's no way she'd see us.
Agreed.
So how do you want to play this?
We can pose as sellers.
Say that we're in possession
of state secrets.
That could work,
but you got to lose the accent.
Uh, Fiona and her crew
just shot at a Brit yesterday,
a Brit comes in...
that could make them jumpy.
Copy that.
Losing the accent.
You shouldn't be here.
Which one of you is Fiona?
Okay, I guess none of you are.
Where can we find her?
- There's no Fiona here.
- Tell her we have
details about a false flag operation
ordered by Arturo Palli.
I don't know what your...
Yes.
Understood.
Fiona will see you.
He's clean.
Clear.
Arturo Palli.
You sure know how to get my attention.
But first, can I ask
who referred you to me?
We were referred by the gentleman
from last night and we want
the same thing he did.
Uh, whoa. Relax, guys.
And I suppose you're also MI6?
Hardly. Look,
we don't want any trouble.
All we want is your intel on Viper.
Name your price.
I'm sorry, but that information
is no longer for sale.
See them out.
It didn't have to go this way.
Just tell me what you have on Viper.
Sweetheart, I have been
threatened by people
a lot scarier than...
Oh!
Next I'll take your ear off.
And you can guess where we go from there.
Who the hell are you?
Who we are is unimportant.
Just give us the information.
Please.
I have a source who stumbled onto
a Cayman Islands bank account.
There's strong evidence
to suggest it's controlled by Viper.
I want specifics.
I want the name of the bank.
What's the account number?
My source hasn't given me those details.
Look, I-I'm just a broker.
People come to me with information
and I help them monetize it
in exchange for a cut.
In this case,
my source was only
gonna reveal the details
of that account
after the received payment.
But after what happened last night,
they got skittish and backed out.
That's why the information
is no longer up for sale.
I want the name of your source.
I don't know that either.
I swear.
We communicate electronically,
but their intel is always good.
All Fiona could give us
was her source's IP address.
Well, having the details
of that Cayman Islands account
would be a tremendous lead.
We could trace it back
to Viper and finally ID him.
Agreed.
But first we need to ID Fiona's source.
Do you think you'd
be able to manage that?
If not, we'll find them another way.
Funny.
That's the Juliet I know.
This majordomo living in paradise...
that person's a stranger to me.
Who was he?
The man she lost?
I suggest you ask her that.
I'm asking you.
His name was Richard Dane.
I recruited him out of Oxford.
He was my protégé.
He was on assignment in Istanbul,
attempting to track down Viper, but...
unfortunately, Viper was waiting for him.
Richard's body was washed up
on the banks of the Bosporus
a week later.
That's when, uh,
that's when Juliet went rogue,
as they say.
She tried to hunt down Viper on her own,
ignoring any recall orders
from her superiors.
Her attempt to avenge Richard
led to her being disavowed.
Which is ironic, in retrospect.
Ironic how?
Against my advice,
Juliet and Richard had made
plans to resign from MI6.
They were gonna be married,
start a family,
just a week before he was killed.
I've traced the location
of the source's I.P. address.
Let me guess... the public library.
Try the Taipei consulate.
The I.P. is assigned to
a government computer there.
Unfortunately, there is no way of knowing
which of the 75 people
who work at the consulate
is the primary user
of that particular computer.
Any way you can access
the computer's webcam?
That's not a bad idea.
Yes, of course I can.
Is there anything in the background
that can help ID this guy?
Doesn't appear to be.
Oh, hello.
Come on, show your face.
We don't have time for this.
May-Maybe you can lure him over.
Can you send, uh, like,
a "whoosh" sound or a chime?
Like the kind you get
when you're getting an e-mail.
Yeah.
- That's brilliant.
- Well, if it works.
Gotcha.
The source is Jing Kuan.
He's a reputable cultural attaché
for the Taipei government.
Someone in that station
could easily parlay
his connections into selling secrets.
According to Fiona, he's been doing that
- quite a bit lately.
- Problem is that
Jing works and lives
on the grounds of the consulate,
so getting to him is gonna be tricky.
So what's the play? Stake it out,
wait for him to emerge, and then
confront him on what he has on Viper?
Not so sure that's an option.
After what happened to you,
Jing got a little jumpy.
He might be holed up in that
consulate for quite some time.
The point is that in order for
us to get close enough to Jing
to question him,
we're gonna have to go in there.
And how on Earth will you manage that?
They are having a reception tonight.
There's gonna be a lot of guests.
We're thinking maybe
that could be our way in.
Yes, but our-our dear Mr. Kuan
is unlikely to surrender
the information he has on Viper
without some resistance,
and, forgive me,
but interrogating a diplomatic official,
without weapons,
on what is essentially foreign soil,
with so much security around...
well, it's hardly what I'd call ideal.
Well, then we're gonna have to find a way
to get Jing outside the consulate
in order to question him.
You know what I'm thinking?
- Prague, 2014.
- The embassy.
Yeah. But Houndworth
took weeks to set up.
Well, you know what you're always saying,
"A good plan today is..."
"Better than a perfect plan
tomorrow." Yeah.
Okay, I don't-I don't know what you guys
are saying, but if you're
saying what I think
you're saying, you're talking about
going into the Taipei
consulate uninvited,
which is essentially
invading another country,
and kidnapping a foreign diplomat.
Yes.
That's precisely what we're saying.
There he is... my client's
would-be son-in-law, Jeremy,
taking his sweet time
deciding what to order.
Boring? Maybe.
But solving a case
is a lot like solving a jigsaw puzzle...
you got to have patience.
But once that first piece fits,
then the whole jigsaw puzzle
falls into place.
Okay,
nothing you just said makes any sense.
And that's not how puzzles
or private investigating works.
You've obviously never seen me
solve a jigsaw puzzle.
I'm very good.
- As good as you are at being a P.I.?
- Yeah, why?
'Cause your boy over there just started
- flirting with that waitress...
- What?!
and you totally missed it.
First of all, I was right on top of that.
Second of all, he's not flirting.
He's probably just ordering some food
in a...
very jokey way that has her
laughing a lot and touching
his shoulder affectionately.
Mm. Look, if there's anything going
on between the two of them,
you need to hear what's going on.
You're right. You're right.
I got an idea.
You're calling me.
Yeah, yeah, pick it up
so it's an active line.
Now, you see that potted plant
right next to Jeremy's table?
I want you to go over there,
drop the phone into it so
we can hear what they're saying.
Unless, of course...
you're not smooth enough
to pull that off.
Am I smooth enough?
Please.
All right.
Watch me work.
Let's see what you got, daddy.
Hey, man, you just
dropped your cell phone.
What phone?
Uh, right there, in the planter. See?
Oh.
That's crazy, man.
How'd that happen?
Good looking out, man.
Not a word.
Magnum and Rick, P.I. Services.
Rick speaking, how may I help you?
- How's it going?
- Good, other than
TC messing up my surveillance.
It was your plan.
Thomas, it's not his fault.
He doesn't have "pidna" like me and you.
Pidna? P.I. DNA.
Whatever, man.
I'll let you guys duke it out later.
Right now, I need a favor.
All right, hit me.
Who do you know at the state department?
There are over 300 guests with plus-ones.
We need to figure out who
I could realistically pass as.
That's easy enough, just
a simple process of elimination.
First, cross off all the females.
Okay, that leaves us with 157 guests.
Now we'll zero in those... 35 to 40.
35? I could definitely
pass for somebody in their late 20s.
Don't flatter yourself. 35 to 40.
All right, that leaves us with 13 guests.
- Cross out the obvious ethnicities.
- Mm-hmm.
That leaves us with three.
Two of whom are public figures,
who you couldn't
realistically pretend to be,
which leaves us one.
David Gomez, scholar and a
successful author. That's nice.
Someone smart, with a job?
Reckon you can pull that off?
Very funny. Yes, I can be David Gomez.
Right. Then I will be his plus-one.
Now all we need is his invitation
and a way to ensure
that the real David Gomez
doesn't turn up at the party.
I have an idea.
Rick and Magnum, P.I. Services.
Rick speaking. How can I help you?
Rick and Magnum? What happened
to Magnum and Rick.
Eh, management's restructuring.
What's up?
I need a favor.
Again?
Yeah, but not from you, from TC.
No, no, I'm sorry,
he's helping me out right now.
I thought you said
he was getting in the way
of your surveillance.
- I said no such thing.
- Yes, you did.
Besides, I need his help.
Yeah, I need his help right now, too.
Look, guys, guys, fellas,
as much as it feels good
to be fought over,
I'm not a piece of meat.
Let me guess, Magnum...
you need a ride somewhere.
Yes, but not in the chopper.
Excuse me, is this Diamond Head Road?
The consulate's the other way.
Sorry, Mr. Gomez,
my navigation said
there's been an accident.
This is the long way,
but we'll get there faster.
You guys got your tickets?
Yup, I got them right here.
Perfect.
Now what's going on?
I'm real sorry.
I feel awful about this.
Awful about what?
Almost forgot... I got you guys
some quarter waters,
some chips, some dip.
I'll be back in a few hours, okay?
You're crazy, and I'm gonna report you.
Look, man, I'm-I'm
really sorry about this.
I'll be back in a few hours.
There's some poke in here, too, okay?
Ah! Well, look at you.
I've forgotten how well you scrubbed up.
- Stop.
-
You look radiant.
Thanks.
Wait a minute,
that's not the dress you wore
- when we, uh...
- Yeah, the same.
When we weren't included in
the celebration of the release
of Libyan refugees,
even though we were the ones
who were responsible for it.
So we celebrated on our own and
got absolutely steaming drunk.
What?
I just...
That was the first time
that, um...
...Richard ever told me
how he felt about me.
He once told me that
all he ever wanted, growing up,
was to become an MI6 agent.
But that if he could start
a life with you,
he'd give it all up in a moment.
Thanks, Ian.
Apart from
the outrageous circumstance
that brought us together, I'm...
I'm really glad to see you again.
I couldn't agree more.
Hi. Look at you.
- Knock, knock.
-
Somebody call a driver?
TC, this is Ian. Theodore Calvin.
Might as well be Walter Lee today.
Pleasure to meet you.
Nice to meet you, bro.
Magnum's on his way over.
I'm just gonna be a second.
Bruce Lee fan?
Yeah. Why?
Kicking like Kato, baby.
Little help, please.
You still haven't learned?
Why learn how to fish
if you can get somebody else
to catch them for you?
Can I ask you a question?
Yes.
The necklace I found with the R on it...
that... that was from Richard, wasn't it?
Yes.
Can I ask you another question?
What's that?
When we get Jing Kuan,
what happens if he doesn't talk?
He'll talk.
Yeah, but what happens if he doesn't?
Kuan is the only one
who can lead me to Viper.
I'll make sure he talks.
- "Make sure."
- Mm-hmm.
That doesn't mean torture, does it?
Because that's not the
Higgins that I know,
and I know you.
You don't know me that well.
The waitress.
I knew it.
Damn, I'm good.
Hmm.
Jeremy, you dirty dog.
Okay.
Let's go get the money shot.
Hey!
Whoa, whoa!
Come here, you perv!
Sorry for the misunderstanding!
- I must have the wrong house!
- You got that right!
Hang on, hang on. It's a $400,000 car.
Good! Wait, wait!
Your future father-in-law hired me.
What?
I'm a private eye, Sort of.
Your dad?
No, no, no. Not her dad,
your fiancée's dad.
- I am his fiancée.
- She is my fiancée.
Come again?
I'm Lana Stolper.
And you work at the restaurant. Oh...
What the hell kind of idiot PI are you?
Forget that.
What the hell is wrong with your dad?
Hiring some schmuck to tail me?
- Who does that?
- Okay...
I'll be waiting just outside the gate.
Thank you, TC.
You're welcome, now.
Mr. Gomez. Be careful, man.
Thank you, brother.
- Ready?
- Yep.
You know, these shoes
are really...
really killing me.
Bloody heels...
Ah, that's better.
It's an old spy trick,
in case the exfil gets hot.
Got it.
Before we go in there, Thomas,
I just want to say thank you
for helping out.
Come on, we do favors
for each other all the time.
Mm, that's not exactly true.
Ordinarily, it's me doing favors for you.
Really? What, are we keeping tabs?
You're not gonna
lord this over me, are you?
Bring it up every time
you want another favor?
I would never do that.
What an idea.
Uh, David Gomez, plus one.
Enjoy the evening, Mr. Gomez.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
Excuse me. You're David Gomez?
Uh, yes. Yes, I am.
He is, very much so, yes.
Professor Gomez, I loved your book
on the multisystemic complications
of South China Sea geopolitics.
You did?
That's-that's great.
Thank you for reading it.
Uh, just one question.
- Sure.
- Short of further action
by the U.S. Navy,
how are neighboring states
going to ensure those waters
remain accessible?
Uh, I'm very sorry. Professor
Gomez is here socially tonight,
- so...
- Uh, well, the answer is
we have to rely on the U.N.
You got to remember
the arbitration tribunal
under the Convention
of the Law of the Sea
ruled against China, so
we're good.
- Have a good night.
- Pleasure.
Well, you did your research.
I certainly did.
I am David Gomez.
Anyway,
that's how I ended up in Taipei
instead of Thailand,
and met my good buddy Jing Kuan.
You're-you're such a riot, Professor.
Cheers. Cheers.
I'm sorry, could you
direct me to the loos?
Thanks.
The security here is
distressingly top-notch.
Yeah. It gets worse.
According to my new friend over there,
Jing is not even at the party.
He's at in his residence,
which is on the furthest end
of the compound.
This just got more complicated.
Yeah.
Those are the residences.
♪ Oh, girls, they want to have fun... ♪
Rick, I'm busy right now.
Hey, so,
a little heads-up.
I just met with Don Stolper at his hotel,
and, well...
you've been fired.
Why?
He wasn't happy
with the P.I. that he hired.
Which, technically, is you.
Rick, what did you do?
Long story short, the fiancé found out
Stolper was looking into him,
flipped out and called off the wedding.
What... How did he find out?
Well, see, the thing is,
I thought Stolper's daughter
was the fiancé's mistress.
You see, I didn't know
what she looked like.
So, they caught me spying on them,
and the rest is history, I guess.
H-How did you not know
what she looked like?
You didn't go on social media,
you didn't google her?
- You didn't do anything?
- Buddy, buddy,
give me a break... I'm new
to this whole P.I. thing,
all right, pal?
You know what, I can't
deal with this right now.
I got to go.
All right, I got it. Talk to you later.
Oh, hey, buddy, one more thing.
Stolper says he's gonna sue you
for 20K to cover the deposit
on the wedding venue that he lost,
so you're gonna need to lawyer up.
Lucky for you, I know a guy, so...
Hello?
Tom?
What did you just say?
I told him that if doesn't do as we say,
I'm going to kill him.
Do you understand, Mr. Kuan?
I understand.
What do you want with me?
We want everything you have on Viper,
and you're gonna give it to us.
- Are you crazy?
- Keep it down.
Go.
Go, go.
What did you do?
Nothing. How could I?
Someone must have tipped
them off that we're here.
It's the whole compound...
it's under lockdown.
Go. Go!
Hurry.
Move!
Hey!
Shh! Shh!
Higgins. There's not enough time
Hmm. Yeah? and we're not gonna make it.
Tell me the name of Viper
or I push this in and I end your life!
Tell me his name!
Let him go! Let him go!
Drop the guns. Back off, or I kill him.
Tell me his name.
Higgins, st-stop.
Tell me his name. Tell me his name.
Stop.
You've reached Thomas Magnum,
private investigation...
- Aloha.
- Kumu, it's TC.
- Can you put that Ian guy on?
- Sure,
hang on. Is there a problem?
Problem?
Hell yeah, we got a problem.
Listen to me,
I'm-I'm a private investigator.
And I work for Robin Masters.
That's not gonna help you.
Look, just call Detective Katsumoto,
and he'll tell you who we are.
Save it.
TC, he's gone!
Gone?
What do you mean he's gone?
I don't know. He's not here.
All right. Call me if you hear from him.
Please, can you just call Katsumoto?
Officers, I can assure you
there is a perfectly reasonable
explanation for all of this.
Look, no one's interested
in hearing anything
you guys have to say.
Central, 4-Adam-Henry.
We've been in an accident.
Requesting backup and EMS.
TC, what the hell are you doing?
You guys ain't gonna believe this.
Calling all units, suspects have
fled in our black and white.
- Are you sure it was Ian?
- Positive.
Then, after he snuck inside,
I called Kumu back.
She checked. She said the last
number called on the landline
was to the security office
at the consulate.
Your boy Ian made that call
right before the alarms went off.
He gave us up.
He used us as a distraction
so he can sneak in.
Yeah. Any idea what he's up to?
He's got to be after Jing.
Yeah, but why?
You two already had that covered.
And how the hell is he gonna get him out?
I don't think he's thinking about that.
I think he's going to silence him.
What are you talking about?
You think he's Viper.
It's the only explanation.
TC, turn the car around.
- You sure that's a good idea?
- Yeah.
Take us back to the consulate.
If Ian's going after
this Jing, why aren't we calling the HPD?
Think about it. He's an assassin.
What happens when he gets cornered?
I get it...
bodies start piling up.
Yeah.
You all right?
I'm fine. Let's just get there.
TC, can you go any faster?
Driving Miss Higgy.
Yes?
Good evening, Mr. Kuan.
W-Who are you?
You've been causing me
a great deal of trouble of late.
TC...
I owe you.
Drop it.
I'm sorry it had to go this way, Jules.
Jin was gonna expose me as Viper.
I couldn't let that happen.
You won't do it.
I know you.
It's your duty to arrest me.
I'm not MI6 anymore.
Higgins, put the gun down.
Stay there, Magnum.
Look, he's going away.
He's not coming back. We got him.
How could you do it?
How could you?
That was... He was my future!
I loved Richard.
You took him away from me.
I have to live with that
every single day.
How could you?
He was the first person
to learn the truth.
I did what I had to do.
Believe me, I took no pleasure in it.
Dare I say it's haunted me.
I really don't believe you.
Higgins...
it won't bring Richard back.
He deserves to die.
Maybe.
But you don't want to do this.
You said that
I-I don't know you, but I think I do.
And you're not somebody
who shoots a man in cold blood.
Please, Higgins.
Put down the gun.
I'll let MI6 have you.
After all the agents you've killed,
you're gonna wish I pulled the trigger.
What are you doing here?
I came to apologize.
I-I feel terrible about what happened.
Well, you shouldn't.
You did me a favor.
In fact, I should thank you.
You exposed that
crazy-ass family I was about marry into.
You sure you're making
the right decision here,
calling off the wedding?
Yeah.
I think so.
You ever want to have kids?
- Of course.
- Okay.
Imagine you have a daughter, okay?
You're telling me you can't see yourself
doing something completely insane
because of how much you love her?
Now, look, I-I just lost out on somebody
really special, somebody
that could've been the one.
And I got to tell you, man, it hurts.
And if you're willing
to throw away the best thing
that ever happened to you
all because of some
stupid stunt that her dad pulled,
then, I-I got to say, man,
I want to kick your ass.
Because I'd kill
to be in that spot. Look,
I-I... When I was following
you guys, I could tell,
you and Lana got something
really special.
Don't mess it up.
Good news, amigo.
Jeremy decided to go through
with the wedding after all.
Good for him. Means I'm not getting sued.
Nope. Although they were
out a venue for the reception,
so I offered the King Kamehameha Club.
Mm. Good for you.
No, good for you. Saved you 20 grand,
while I'm 40 grand in the hole
on account of freebies
and top-shelf liquor.
Ah, the life of a P.I.
No wonder you're always broke.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Have a minute?
- Come on in.
- Hey.
- Hi.
I was just taking off.
Oh, before I forget.
See ya.
I think you're forgetting something.
Oh, of course.
The shades.
- All right.
- One more thing.
Ferrari key.
Ah.
Yeah. Must've slipped my mind.
I bet.
I was just about to grab a beer.
You want one?
Sure.
Yeah, I, uh, talked to Katsumoto,
and he thinks he can get everyone
to drop the charges against us
and, surprisingly, TC.
That's good news.
Although it's probably going to wipe out
all of the goodwill you've built
up with him recently.
What are you gonna do?
Thank you.
So... after everything you did yesterday,
I kind of thought
you deserved to see who Richard was.
He was a good man.
Like you.
What?
You just... gave me a genuine compliment.
Don't get used to it,
and don't let it go to your head.
I won't, but
can you repeat what you said
just one more time?
You know what, I'm-I'm just gonna
to take my beer to go.
Come on, Higgy.
busting out of this stink hole
in exactly one minute and 20 seconds.
- Want some brandy?
- Yeah.
Who doesn't? Suppose we wait
till we hit the Waldorf Astoria.
It's on me.
You won't get off that cheap.
Higgy. What's up?
The guest house is dark
and the Ferrari is gone.
- And you missing me?
- And the intercom
at the front gate is still broken.
Did you ever call Rick's friend
to get it repaired?
I did... not.
Sorry about that.
I'll do it first thing
in the morning, okay?
What are the chances
of busting out of here?
Is that Stalag 17 I'm hearing?
It is, indeed.
That... Impressive.
- Where are you?
- Currently...
I'm at the Makai Hotel's
luxurious honeymoon suite,
having the most amazing
ice cream sundae I've ever had.
You cannot seriously be using that suite.
- Why not? They gave it to us for free.
- Under false pretenses.
- Yeah, but they wanted us to have it.
- Because we were pretending
to be a couple whose reservation was lost
so that you could gain access
to their computer system.
What was I supposed to do...
not use it, let it go to waste?
You really don't see anything
wrong with this, do you?
Look, I have an important
meeting with a client
in the morning and I-I don't want
to drive all the way downtown.
That is not an excuse, Magnum.
Well, I-I can't leave now,
I already left a five-star review.
I-I talked about the room, the service,
the sundae... Plus that
super awesome Japanese toilet
that does...
everything for you, you know?
Plus, there's a bunch of stuff
I haven't even tried yet.
If I leave now, it will all be a lie.
You lied to get the room.
No, we lied to get the room.
Hey, what's going on?
It appears there's an intruder
on the property.
You seeing anybody
on the surveillance system?
Higgins. Higgins!
Higgins?
It's okay, it's okay.
You shoot the intruder
and then you tend to his wounds?
The wound came with me, I'm afraid.
It's all right, Magnum.
This is an old friend
from back in the MI6 days.
Had to, uh, jump the gate because someone
didn't fix the intercom.
Ian Pryce.
Hope you don't mind if I don't get up.
Magnum's a private investigator,
he lives in the guest house.
This Kalo poultice
is my Auntie Keona's go-to remedy.
It should help with the bleeding, after.
After what?
The bullet is still in his leg
and we have to remove it.
Yeah, this man needs a hospital.
No, no. No hospitals.
Bullet wounds get reported
to the authorities.
And that is a bad thing why?
Ian is here unofficially.
He's on a personal mission
that's unsanctioned by MI6.
Unsanctioned. Oh, illegal. Great.
What's the mission?
Actually, we haven't got that far yet.
Although I am starting
to become rather curious myself.
Perhaps you'd care to share.
You can trust them.
It's about Viper, Jules.
An analyst in the Far East office
picked up some chatter.
There's a person on-on this island
who claims to have information
about Viper's identity
and they're offering it
to the highest bidder.
Who's Viper?
He's an assassin.
We've been chasing him for years.
Viper's responsible for the deaths
of a number of Western assets
and other high-value targets, but, uh...
we've never been able to put
a name or a face to him.
And I'm guessing
you have some connection with this guy.
He, uh...
He murdered the man I loved.
Hang on.
Steady.
Deep breath.
Oh!
Ooh.
- Okay, now your turn.
- Yeah.
The, uh...
person who can apparently
ID Viper is one...
Fiona Mahoe.
A local woman who peddles
stolen intelligence.
Government secrets.
She's rather like WikiLeaks, except...
she's in it for money.
Using a false identity,
I went to visit Fiona this evening
to negotiate a price, but, uh,
she sussed out that I was MI6,
and let's just say she didn't
appreciate being lied to.
Actually, I was fortunate to get away
with just one bullet wound.
And where is this Fiona Mahoe?
She operates out of a warehouse
in, uh, Kalihi.
Hope I'm saying that right.
You nailed it.
And how many men are with her?
At least three.
- All armed?
- To the teeth.
I think
Mr. Pryce could use some rest right now.
Magnum, can I have a word with you?
Yeah.
You're gonna go see
this Fiona woman, aren't you?
If she has information on the Viper,
we have to know what it is.
We may never get this opportunity again.
Now,
about all these favors that I've
been doing for you recently...
Sure.
I'll help.
Oh. Well, uh...
that was easy.
Uh, don't you have to see a new
client in the morning, or...
This seems important.
Can you really afford
to lose out on this job?
No.
But, uh...
I'll figure it out.
What's up, Mr. M?
Want your usual... spicy garlic?
Not right now, Kame, I'm working a case.
- Hello there.
- Donald Stolper. My wife, Lauren.
The pleasure is all mine.
Thank you for meeting us, Mr. Magnum.
Please... call me Tommy.
You sure he bought it?
Completely.
I think I do a better you than you do.
- And the job?
- Piece of cake.
Client's daughter just announced
that she wants to marry
the boyfriend next week.
He's freaking out, wants me
to run a check on the guy,
make sure he's not a psycho or anything.
You just got to make sure he doesn't have
an arrest record, uh, run
a background check on the guy...
Tommy. Baby. I got this.
Okay. I'll call you later.
All right.
So, we need to talk about
what we're gonna do
when we get to Fiona's place.
We got to have a plan going in.
We can't just walk in there
and say we're buyers interested
in the Viper's identity
after the shootout last night.
There's no way she'd see us.
Agreed.
So how do you want to play this?
We can pose as sellers.
Say that we're in possession
of state secrets.
That could work,
but you got to lose the accent.
Uh, Fiona and her crew
just shot at a Brit yesterday,
a Brit comes in...
that could make them jumpy.
Copy that.
Losing the accent.
You shouldn't be here.
Which one of you is Fiona?
Okay, I guess none of you are.
Where can we find her?
- There's no Fiona here.
- Tell her we have
details about a false flag operation
ordered by Arturo Palli.
I don't know what your...
Yes.
Understood.
Fiona will see you.
He's clean.
Clear.
Arturo Palli.
You sure know how to get my attention.
But first, can I ask
who referred you to me?
We were referred by the gentleman
from last night and we want
the same thing he did.
Uh, whoa. Relax, guys.
And I suppose you're also MI6?
Hardly. Look,
we don't want any trouble.
All we want is your intel on Viper.
Name your price.
I'm sorry, but that information
is no longer for sale.
See them out.
It didn't have to go this way.
Just tell me what you have on Viper.
Sweetheart, I have been
threatened by people
a lot scarier than...
Oh!
Next I'll take your ear off.
And you can guess where we go from there.
Who the hell are you?
Who we are is unimportant.
Just give us the information.
Please.
I have a source who stumbled onto
a Cayman Islands bank account.
There's strong evidence
to suggest it's controlled by Viper.
I want specifics.
I want the name of the bank.
What's the account number?
My source hasn't given me those details.
Look, I-I'm just a broker.
People come to me with information
and I help them monetize it
in exchange for a cut.
In this case,
my source was only
gonna reveal the details
of that account
after the received payment.
But after what happened last night,
they got skittish and backed out.
That's why the information
is no longer up for sale.
I want the name of your source.
I don't know that either.
I swear.
We communicate electronically,
but their intel is always good.
All Fiona could give us
was her source's IP address.
Well, having the details
of that Cayman Islands account
would be a tremendous lead.
We could trace it back
to Viper and finally ID him.
Agreed.
But first we need to ID Fiona's source.
Do you think you'd
be able to manage that?
If not, we'll find them another way.
Funny.
That's the Juliet I know.
This majordomo living in paradise...
that person's a stranger to me.
Who was he?
The man she lost?
I suggest you ask her that.
I'm asking you.
His name was Richard Dane.
I recruited him out of Oxford.
He was my protégé.
He was on assignment in Istanbul,
attempting to track down Viper, but...
unfortunately, Viper was waiting for him.
Richard's body was washed up
on the banks of the Bosporus
a week later.
That's when, uh,
that's when Juliet went rogue,
as they say.
She tried to hunt down Viper on her own,
ignoring any recall orders
from her superiors.
Her attempt to avenge Richard
led to her being disavowed.
Which is ironic, in retrospect.
Ironic how?
Against my advice,
Juliet and Richard had made
plans to resign from MI6.
They were gonna be married,
start a family,
just a week before he was killed.
I've traced the location
of the source's I.P. address.
Let me guess... the public library.
Try the Taipei consulate.
The I.P. is assigned to
a government computer there.
Unfortunately, there is no way of knowing
which of the 75 people
who work at the consulate
is the primary user
of that particular computer.
Any way you can access
the computer's webcam?
That's not a bad idea.
Yes, of course I can.
Is there anything in the background
that can help ID this guy?
Doesn't appear to be.
Oh, hello.
Come on, show your face.
We don't have time for this.
May-Maybe you can lure him over.
Can you send, uh, like,
a "whoosh" sound or a chime?
Like the kind you get
when you're getting an e-mail.
Yeah.
- That's brilliant.
- Well, if it works.
Gotcha.
The source is Jing Kuan.
He's a reputable cultural attaché
for the Taipei government.
Someone in that station
could easily parlay
his connections into selling secrets.
According to Fiona, he's been doing that
- quite a bit lately.
- Problem is that
Jing works and lives
on the grounds of the consulate,
so getting to him is gonna be tricky.
So what's the play? Stake it out,
wait for him to emerge, and then
confront him on what he has on Viper?
Not so sure that's an option.
After what happened to you,
Jing got a little jumpy.
He might be holed up in that
consulate for quite some time.
The point is that in order for
us to get close enough to Jing
to question him,
we're gonna have to go in there.
And how on Earth will you manage that?
They are having a reception tonight.
There's gonna be a lot of guests.
We're thinking maybe
that could be our way in.
Yes, but our-our dear Mr. Kuan
is unlikely to surrender
the information he has on Viper
without some resistance,
and, forgive me,
but interrogating a diplomatic official,
without weapons,
on what is essentially foreign soil,
with so much security around...
well, it's hardly what I'd call ideal.
Well, then we're gonna have to find a way
to get Jing outside the consulate
in order to question him.
You know what I'm thinking?
- Prague, 2014.
- The embassy.
Yeah. But Houndworth
took weeks to set up.
Well, you know what you're always saying,
"A good plan today is..."
"Better than a perfect plan
tomorrow." Yeah.
Okay, I don't-I don't know what you guys
are saying, but if you're
saying what I think
you're saying, you're talking about
going into the Taipei
consulate uninvited,
which is essentially
invading another country,
and kidnapping a foreign diplomat.
Yes.
That's precisely what we're saying.
There he is... my client's
would-be son-in-law, Jeremy,
taking his sweet time
deciding what to order.
Boring? Maybe.
But solving a case
is a lot like solving a jigsaw puzzle...
you got to have patience.
But once that first piece fits,
then the whole jigsaw puzzle
falls into place.
Okay,
nothing you just said makes any sense.
And that's not how puzzles
or private investigating works.
You've obviously never seen me
solve a jigsaw puzzle.
I'm very good.
- As good as you are at being a P.I.?
- Yeah, why?
'Cause your boy over there just started
- flirting with that waitress...
- What?!
and you totally missed it.
First of all, I was right on top of that.
Second of all, he's not flirting.
He's probably just ordering some food
in a...
very jokey way that has her
laughing a lot and touching
his shoulder affectionately.
Mm. Look, if there's anything going
on between the two of them,
you need to hear what's going on.
You're right. You're right.
I got an idea.
You're calling me.
Yeah, yeah, pick it up
so it's an active line.
Now, you see that potted plant
right next to Jeremy's table?
I want you to go over there,
drop the phone into it so
we can hear what they're saying.
Unless, of course...
you're not smooth enough
to pull that off.
Am I smooth enough?
Please.
All right.
Watch me work.
Let's see what you got, daddy.
Hey, man, you just
dropped your cell phone.
What phone?
Uh, right there, in the planter. See?
Oh.
That's crazy, man.
How'd that happen?
Good looking out, man.
Not a word.
Magnum and Rick, P.I. Services.
Rick speaking, how may I help you?
- How's it going?
- Good, other than
TC messing up my surveillance.
It was your plan.
Thomas, it's not his fault.
He doesn't have "pidna" like me and you.
Pidna? P.I. DNA.
Whatever, man.
I'll let you guys duke it out later.
Right now, I need a favor.
All right, hit me.
Who do you know at the state department?
There are over 300 guests with plus-ones.
We need to figure out who
I could realistically pass as.
That's easy enough, just
a simple process of elimination.
First, cross off all the females.
Okay, that leaves us with 157 guests.
Now we'll zero in those... 35 to 40.
35? I could definitely
pass for somebody in their late 20s.
Don't flatter yourself. 35 to 40.
All right, that leaves us with 13 guests.
- Cross out the obvious ethnicities.
- Mm-hmm.
That leaves us with three.
Two of whom are public figures,
who you couldn't
realistically pretend to be,
which leaves us one.
David Gomez, scholar and a
successful author. That's nice.
Someone smart, with a job?
Reckon you can pull that off?
Very funny. Yes, I can be David Gomez.
Right. Then I will be his plus-one.
Now all we need is his invitation
and a way to ensure
that the real David Gomez
doesn't turn up at the party.
I have an idea.
Rick and Magnum, P.I. Services.
Rick speaking. How can I help you?
Rick and Magnum? What happened
to Magnum and Rick.
Eh, management's restructuring.
What's up?
I need a favor.
Again?
Yeah, but not from you, from TC.
No, no, I'm sorry,
he's helping me out right now.
I thought you said
he was getting in the way
of your surveillance.
- I said no such thing.
- Yes, you did.
Besides, I need his help.
Yeah, I need his help right now, too.
Look, guys, guys, fellas,
as much as it feels good
to be fought over,
I'm not a piece of meat.
Let me guess, Magnum...
you need a ride somewhere.
Yes, but not in the chopper.
Excuse me, is this Diamond Head Road?
The consulate's the other way.
Sorry, Mr. Gomez,
my navigation said
there's been an accident.
This is the long way,
but we'll get there faster.
You guys got your tickets?
Yup, I got them right here.
Perfect.
Now what's going on?
I'm real sorry.
I feel awful about this.
Awful about what?
Almost forgot... I got you guys
some quarter waters,
some chips, some dip.
I'll be back in a few hours, okay?
You're crazy, and I'm gonna report you.
Look, man, I'm-I'm
really sorry about this.
I'll be back in a few hours.
There's some poke in here, too, okay?
Ah! Well, look at you.
I've forgotten how well you scrubbed up.
- Stop.
-
You look radiant.
Thanks.
Wait a minute,
that's not the dress you wore
- when we, uh...
- Yeah, the same.
When we weren't included in
the celebration of the release
of Libyan refugees,
even though we were the ones
who were responsible for it.
So we celebrated on our own and
got absolutely steaming drunk.
What?
I just...
That was the first time
that, um...
...Richard ever told me
how he felt about me.
He once told me that
all he ever wanted, growing up,
was to become an MI6 agent.
But that if he could start
a life with you,
he'd give it all up in a moment.
Thanks, Ian.
Apart from
the outrageous circumstance
that brought us together, I'm...
I'm really glad to see you again.
I couldn't agree more.
Hi. Look at you.
- Knock, knock.
-
Somebody call a driver?
TC, this is Ian. Theodore Calvin.
Might as well be Walter Lee today.
Pleasure to meet you.
Nice to meet you, bro.
Magnum's on his way over.
I'm just gonna be a second.
Bruce Lee fan?
Yeah. Why?
Kicking like Kato, baby.
Little help, please.
You still haven't learned?
Why learn how to fish
if you can get somebody else
to catch them for you?
Can I ask you a question?
Yes.
The necklace I found with the R on it...
that... that was from Richard, wasn't it?
Yes.
Can I ask you another question?
What's that?
When we get Jing Kuan,
what happens if he doesn't talk?
He'll talk.
Yeah, but what happens if he doesn't?
Kuan is the only one
who can lead me to Viper.
I'll make sure he talks.
- "Make sure."
- Mm-hmm.
That doesn't mean torture, does it?
Because that's not the
Higgins that I know,
and I know you.
You don't know me that well.
The waitress.
I knew it.
Damn, I'm good.
Hmm.
Jeremy, you dirty dog.
Okay.
Let's go get the money shot.
Hey!
Whoa, whoa!
Come here, you perv!
Sorry for the misunderstanding!
- I must have the wrong house!
- You got that right!
Hang on, hang on. It's a $400,000 car.
Good! Wait, wait!
Your future father-in-law hired me.
What?
I'm a private eye, Sort of.
Your dad?
No, no, no. Not her dad,
your fiancée's dad.
- I am his fiancée.
- She is my fiancée.
Come again?
I'm Lana Stolper.
And you work at the restaurant. Oh...
What the hell kind of idiot PI are you?
Forget that.
What the hell is wrong with your dad?
Hiring some schmuck to tail me?
- Who does that?
- Okay...
I'll be waiting just outside the gate.
Thank you, TC.
You're welcome, now.
Mr. Gomez. Be careful, man.
Thank you, brother.
- Ready?
- Yep.
You know, these shoes
are really...
really killing me.
Bloody heels...
Ah, that's better.
It's an old spy trick,
in case the exfil gets hot.
Got it.
Before we go in there, Thomas,
I just want to say thank you
for helping out.
Come on, we do favors
for each other all the time.
Mm, that's not exactly true.
Ordinarily, it's me doing favors for you.
Really? What, are we keeping tabs?
You're not gonna
lord this over me, are you?
Bring it up every time
you want another favor?
I would never do that.
What an idea.
Uh, David Gomez, plus one.
Enjoy the evening, Mr. Gomez.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
Excuse me. You're David Gomez?
Uh, yes. Yes, I am.
He is, very much so, yes.
Professor Gomez, I loved your book
on the multisystemic complications
of South China Sea geopolitics.
You did?
That's-that's great.
Thank you for reading it.
Uh, just one question.
- Sure.
- Short of further action
by the U.S. Navy,
how are neighboring states
going to ensure those waters
remain accessible?
Uh, I'm very sorry. Professor
Gomez is here socially tonight,
- so...
- Uh, well, the answer is
we have to rely on the U.N.
You got to remember
the arbitration tribunal
under the Convention
of the Law of the Sea
ruled against China, so
we're good.
- Have a good night.
- Pleasure.
Well, you did your research.
I certainly did.
I am David Gomez.
Anyway,
that's how I ended up in Taipei
instead of Thailand,
and met my good buddy Jing Kuan.
You're-you're such a riot, Professor.
Cheers. Cheers.
I'm sorry, could you
direct me to the loos?
Thanks.
The security here is
distressingly top-notch.
Yeah. It gets worse.
According to my new friend over there,
Jing is not even at the party.
He's at in his residence,
which is on the furthest end
of the compound.
This just got more complicated.
Yeah.
Those are the residences.
♪ Oh, girls, they want to have fun... ♪
Rick, I'm busy right now.
Hey, so,
a little heads-up.
I just met with Don Stolper at his hotel,
and, well...
you've been fired.
Why?
He wasn't happy
with the P.I. that he hired.
Which, technically, is you.
Rick, what did you do?
Long story short, the fiancé found out
Stolper was looking into him,
flipped out and called off the wedding.
What... How did he find out?
Well, see, the thing is,
I thought Stolper's daughter
was the fiancé's mistress.
You see, I didn't know
what she looked like.
So, they caught me spying on them,
and the rest is history, I guess.
H-How did you not know
what she looked like?
You didn't go on social media,
you didn't google her?
- You didn't do anything?
- Buddy, buddy,
give me a break... I'm new
to this whole P.I. thing,
all right, pal?
You know what, I can't
deal with this right now.
I got to go.
All right, I got it. Talk to you later.
Oh, hey, buddy, one more thing.
Stolper says he's gonna sue you
for 20K to cover the deposit
on the wedding venue that he lost,
so you're gonna need to lawyer up.
Lucky for you, I know a guy, so...
Hello?
Tom?
What did you just say?
I told him that if doesn't do as we say,
I'm going to kill him.
Do you understand, Mr. Kuan?
I understand.
What do you want with me?
We want everything you have on Viper,
and you're gonna give it to us.
- Are you crazy?
- Keep it down.
Go.
Go, go.
What did you do?
Nothing. How could I?
Someone must have tipped
them off that we're here.
It's the whole compound...
it's under lockdown.
Go. Go!
Hurry.
Move!
Hey!
Shh! Shh!
Higgins. There's not enough time
Hmm. Yeah? and we're not gonna make it.
Tell me the name of Viper
or I push this in and I end your life!
Tell me his name!
Let him go! Let him go!
Drop the guns. Back off, or I kill him.
Tell me his name.
Higgins, st-stop.
Tell me his name. Tell me his name.
Stop.
You've reached Thomas Magnum,
private investigation...
- Aloha.
- Kumu, it's TC.
- Can you put that Ian guy on?
- Sure,
hang on. Is there a problem?
Problem?
Hell yeah, we got a problem.
Listen to me,
I'm-I'm a private investigator.
And I work for Robin Masters.
That's not gonna help you.
Look, just call Detective Katsumoto,
and he'll tell you who we are.
Save it.
TC, he's gone!
Gone?
What do you mean he's gone?
I don't know. He's not here.
All right. Call me if you hear from him.
Please, can you just call Katsumoto?
Officers, I can assure you
there is a perfectly reasonable
explanation for all of this.
Look, no one's interested
in hearing anything
you guys have to say.
Central, 4-Adam-Henry.
We've been in an accident.
Requesting backup and EMS.
TC, what the hell are you doing?
You guys ain't gonna believe this.
Calling all units, suspects have
fled in our black and white.
- Are you sure it was Ian?
- Positive.
Then, after he snuck inside,
I called Kumu back.
She checked. She said the last
number called on the landline
was to the security office
at the consulate.
Your boy Ian made that call
right before the alarms went off.
He gave us up.
He used us as a distraction
so he can sneak in.
Yeah. Any idea what he's up to?
He's got to be after Jing.
Yeah, but why?
You two already had that covered.
And how the hell is he gonna get him out?
I don't think he's thinking about that.
I think he's going to silence him.
What are you talking about?
You think he's Viper.
It's the only explanation.
TC, turn the car around.
- You sure that's a good idea?
- Yeah.
Take us back to the consulate.
If Ian's going after
this Jing, why aren't we calling the HPD?
Think about it. He's an assassin.
What happens when he gets cornered?
I get it...
bodies start piling up.
Yeah.
You all right?
I'm fine. Let's just get there.
TC, can you go any faster?
Driving Miss Higgy.
Yes?
Good evening, Mr. Kuan.
W-Who are you?
You've been causing me
a great deal of trouble of late.
TC...
I owe you.
Drop it.
I'm sorry it had to go this way, Jules.
Jin was gonna expose me as Viper.
I couldn't let that happen.
You won't do it.
I know you.
It's your duty to arrest me.
I'm not MI6 anymore.
Higgins, put the gun down.
Stay there, Magnum.
Look, he's going away.
He's not coming back. We got him.
How could you do it?
How could you?
That was... He was my future!
I loved Richard.
You took him away from me.
I have to live with that
every single day.
How could you?
He was the first person
to learn the truth.
I did what I had to do.
Believe me, I took no pleasure in it.
Dare I say it's haunted me.
I really don't believe you.
Higgins...
it won't bring Richard back.
He deserves to die.
Maybe.
But you don't want to do this.
You said that
I-I don't know you, but I think I do.
And you're not somebody
who shoots a man in cold blood.
Please, Higgins.
Put down the gun.
I'll let MI6 have you.
After all the agents you've killed,
you're gonna wish I pulled the trigger.
What are you doing here?
I came to apologize.
I-I feel terrible about what happened.
Well, you shouldn't.
You did me a favor.
In fact, I should thank you.
You exposed that
crazy-ass family I was about marry into.
You sure you're making
the right decision here,
calling off the wedding?
Yeah.
I think so.
You ever want to have kids?
- Of course.
- Okay.
Imagine you have a daughter, okay?
You're telling me you can't see yourself
doing something completely insane
because of how much you love her?
Now, look, I-I just lost out on somebody
really special, somebody
that could've been the one.
And I got to tell you, man, it hurts.
And if you're willing
to throw away the best thing
that ever happened to you
all because of some
stupid stunt that her dad pulled,
then, I-I got to say, man,
I want to kick your ass.
Because I'd kill
to be in that spot. Look,
I-I... When I was following
you guys, I could tell,
you and Lana got something
really special.
Don't mess it up.
Good news, amigo.
Jeremy decided to go through
with the wedding after all.
Good for him. Means I'm not getting sued.
Nope. Although they were
out a venue for the reception,
so I offered the King Kamehameha Club.
Mm. Good for you.
No, good for you. Saved you 20 grand,
while I'm 40 grand in the hole
on account of freebies
and top-shelf liquor.
Ah, the life of a P.I.
No wonder you're always broke.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Have a minute?
- Come on in.
- Hey.
- Hi.
I was just taking off.
Oh, before I forget.
See ya.
I think you're forgetting something.
Oh, of course.
The shades.
- All right.
- One more thing.
Ferrari key.
Ah.
Yeah. Must've slipped my mind.
I bet.
I was just about to grab a beer.
You want one?
Sure.
Yeah, I, uh, talked to Katsumoto,
and he thinks he can get everyone
to drop the charges against us
and, surprisingly, TC.
That's good news.
Although it's probably going to wipe out
all of the goodwill you've built
up with him recently.
What are you gonna do?
Thank you.
So... after everything you did yesterday,
I kind of thought
you deserved to see who Richard was.
He was a good man.
Like you.
What?
You just... gave me a genuine compliment.
Don't get used to it,
and don't let it go to your head.
I won't, but
can you repeat what you said
just one more time?
You know what, I'm-I'm just gonna
to take my beer to go.
Come on, Higgy.