Magnum P.I. (2018): Season 1, Episode 2 - From the Head Down - full transcript
Magnum helps a struggling fisherman when his 30-pound tuna worth $350,000 is stolen, and discovers that the thief needs Magnum's help too.
Previously onMagnum P.I.:
MAGNUM: When Robin Masters
offered me the job
as live-in security consultant
as a way to supplement
my P.I. business,
I jumped at it.
Meet my best friends.
We make a hell of a team.
That's Rick. If you want
something on the island,
Rick is the man to see.
Hey, what about me? That's TC.
He runs the best helicopter
tour business in Hawaii.
That's Sebastian Nuzo.
The four of us spent
some time in a POW camp
in Afghanistan.
Nuzo saved my life.
I couldn't save his.
This is Juliet Higgins.
Former British
intelligence, M16.
She works here as Robin's
property manager.
Easy, lads.
Friends like those come around
once in a lifetime.
But maybe I'm wrong about that.
["Hawaiian War Chant" by
The Don Ralke Chorus playing]
MAGNUM: Come on,
what was I supposed to do?
Rick's at work.
TC has clients.
Find some more friends.
Or, you know, get yourself
an Uber account.
Because Mr. Masters
is not paying me
to be your chauffeur.
Noted.
So you won't be
calling on me again?
I won't have to.
Ferrari's ready tomorrow.
And how do you intend
to pay for the
carnage you caused?
Don't worry. I got it covered.
[laughs]
Is something funny?
Uh, only your finances.
Look, y-you mind taking a left
at the corner up here?
Why?Trust me.
Please?
[scoffs]
HIGGINS: Magnum,
I really need to get home.
MAGNUM:
Relax. This is a shortcut.
Stop right here.
Why am I pulling over?
I just got to see a friend.
It'll take two minutes.
At two minutes and one second,
I won't be here.
Oh, and one more thing.
Yes?
How much are you getting paid
for this little stop?
Excuse me?You're not going
to see a friend.
This is a job, isn't it?
500.
Oh, well, it's only fair
I should get 50%.
Oh, come on. For a lift?
Good-bye.
All right. 30.
60.40.
70.Fine. 50.
Excellent. You have two minutes.
Good luck.
MAGNUM:
Most days, I love my job,
and $250 for two minutes of
work might seem like a lot...
MAN:
Oh, yeah, yeah.
...but a guy cheating
on his wife?
That's the kind of job
that makes you feel
all yucky inside.
[laughs]
[phone ringing]
MAN: Hey! What the hell
are you doing?
MAGNUM [distant]:
Higgins!
Higgins, start the car!
["Hawaiian War Chant" playing]
Oh, my God.[engine starts]
[gunshots]
[tires screeching]
Punch it!
[tires screeching]
[Magnum P.I.theme song
playing]
MAGNUM: Higgins was right
to laugh at my finances.
They are a little pathetic.
And getting Robin Masters'
Ferrari fixed
pretty much cleaned me out.
But lucky for me,
I got a job lined up
that should put some money
back in my pocket.
Mr. Sawyer?
Thomas Magnum.
Sorry I'm late.
Why didn't you go inside?
Voice on the box said
I had to wait out here.
Sounded like Mary Poppins.
Sorry about that.
[beeping]
[beeping]
[line ringing]
HIGGINS: Who is it?It's me.
Can you be a little
more specific?
You know who it is.
It's Magnum. I live here.
The gate's broken.
Can you just buzz me in?
It's not broken.
I changed the code.What?
Why?[dial tone]
Higgins.
Higgins?
Higgins![dogs barking]
[sighs]
[chuckles]
I really do live here.
Higgins, what's going on?
I've, uh, implemented
a new security policy.
Effective immediately,
the universal gate
code has been retired.
[dog barks, growls]Regular visitors, such as staff,
will each now have their
own personalized gate code.
Now, what's the point of that?
I'm glad you asked.
Because it seems
that someone
has been handing out the code
to friends, clients,
the occasional one-night stand.
Simply put, it's just
not good security.
In case you've forgotten,
I'm the security consultant
around here.
Mm, yes, and I am
consulting you now.
[chuckles]
Ah.
I'm so sorry.
Forgive me.
Juliet Higgins.
Majordomo of the estate.
Dan Sawyer.Hi. Pleasure.
"Majordomo," is that
French for something?
Oh, I oversee the property
and the people that work here.
So you're his boss?
HIGGINS:
Oh, no. No.
That would require Magnum
to actually have a job.
[dog barks]I have an arrangement
with Robin Masters
to live here.
Can you just open
the gate, please?
Are you armed, Mr. Sawyer?
Uh, no.Excellent.
Please do come in.
Just follow me.
To be continued.
[dogs growling]
[barking]
DAN:
Wow. This is some guesthouse.
Your friend Robin Masters
must sell a lot of books.
He does okay.
You said on the phone you,
uh, you're a friend of Nuzo's.
Yeah, yeah. Couple years back,
my trawler broke down
off Waimanalo.
I'm a commercial fisherman.
Uh, anyway, I was dead
in the water.
Thanks.
And, uh, Nuzo was close by,
and he gave me a tow.
We kept in touch.
Really, he's a good guy.
I miss him already.
Me, too.
So, um, how can I help you,
Mr. Sawyer?
Well, every other Friday,
I sell my best catch to Lina's,
upscale joint off Ala Moana.
They like to bypass
the fish auction
and secure fresh, high-quality
tuna for the weekend, you know?
Well,
this morning...
[chuckles]
I hauled this in.
[chuckling]: Wow.
That is a big fish.
Almost 300 pounds.
Anyway, this morning,
I go by Lina's to drop it off,
same as always.
I go inside to find
someone to take delivery.
When I return to my van,
the back door's open,
the fish is gone.
So you want me
to track down a... a fish?
A bluefin that size
is worth 350 thou,
based on this
morning's prices.
Besides, I...
I need the money, bad.
Why is that?
I've had a rough season.
[sighs]
Competition from
imports is up,
fuel prices are up,
labor costs are up.
We have a saying:
fishing's like the ocean.
There are waves.
And this has been
a really bad one.
I mean, worst ever.
And it's put me in a deep hole.
I've had to lay off
half my crew.
That fish was going to
get me back on my feet.
And if I don't get it back
and get paid,
I'm gonna lose my boat.
And she's all I got.
Did you contact HPD about this?
I'm coming to you
because I can't wait around
for them to investigate.
That tuna's gonna go bad
if I don't get it back soon.
Now, I can't afford to pay you.
But-but if you
find that fish,
I can give you
a cut of the sale.
Mr. Magnum, when I
came back from 'Nam,
I didn't ask for nothing
from nobody.
But now I need some help.
And I got no one else
to turn to.
MAGNUM:
"No one else to turn to."
You hear that a lot
in this job,
especially from the clients
who can't afford you.
And here's the annoying thing:
it works every time.
MAGNUM: My meeting with Dan
had me thinking about Nuzo,
and how if he were still alive,
he'd be the first one
to step up and help this guy.
That's just who Nuzo was.
He looked out for his friends.
Nah.
[sighs]
[door opens]
NUZO: Thomas,
you almost ready?
What's that?
Everybody's waiting.
Yeah. Just...
I'll get dressed.
You okay?
Yeah. I'm good.
Do we really
gotta do this, man?
We're a big story.
Four American POWs pull off
their own Great Escape,
et cetera, et cetera.
Hey. One of
the public affairs guys
just told me that Uncle Sam
is gonna fly
each one of us back home
after the press conference.
First class.
First class, huh?
All right, come on. What is it?
I don't know.
You know,
it's gonna sound weird.
I don't think
I'm ready to go home.
Actually, it's not weird at all.
To tell you the truth,
I got no burning desire
to go back to Brooklyn.
You know what?
What if we didn't go back home?
RICK: So you're
a tuna bounty hunter now?
Like, uh,
Dog the Bounty Hunter,
but instead of scumbags,
you go after seafood.
You joke now, but this case
could actually turn out
to be a pretty good payday.
If I find that fish,
I get a recovery fee.
Five percent of the sale.
What's that, a buck 50? Kammy!
What's up, big man?
Casablanca, my brother.
Come here, open your mouth.Ah...
Open your mouth.All right, all right.
What do you got?
Come on, what do you got?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, that's some
damn fine gravy,
my friend.
Mm!That's what I like to hear.
This the private eye
you was telling me about?
Thomas Magnum, and I prefer
"private investigator."
Whatever, Rockford.
Here, try this.
That's not bad.
And by "not bad,"
that is some amazing sauce.
I like this guy.
So what you guys think
about my new venture?
This place has got charm, huh?
RICK: Yeah, except I'm a little
confused at you opening
a brick and mortar.
I thought you said
when it comes to grinds,
you got to go mobile?
Yeah, well,
these two amateurs got in
over their heads
with this joint.
They're 'ohana,
so I had to bail them out.
So Casablanca over here said
you looking for a stolen tunie.
Yeah, and I'm thinking
whoever has it's
gonna try to unload it fast.
I was hoping you might
have some idea
of how they're gonna move it.
Rick said you're the
man that would know.
They could chop it up
like a stolen rock,
sell it on the black market.
But like all fish,
fresh tuna got a shelf life.
One that big, you risk
a good chunk of it going bad
before you get
a chance to move it.
So you'd want to sell it whole.
Yeah, but
who's buying?
Some all-you-can-eat sushi shack
doesn't have the bankroll
for a big-ticket tuna like that.
Yeah, and I'm guessing high-end
joints like Maile's or Nobu
aren't sourcing their fish
on the black market.
As a general rule, no.
But there's exceptions.
MAGNUM: After I agreed
to have at least one meal
at his shrimp truck every week
for the next month,
Rick's friend gave me a list
of places to look into.
It only took me two hours
and eight lunches
to get the information
I needed.
Like I said, can't help you.
You know, I-I got a buddy
who runs a club. Okay?
So I know a little something
about the food service business.
I know how sketchy it can get.
Okay? I-I know how,
from time to time,
something may arise where
knowing someone like me
could be very helpful.
You help me out,
and I will owe you a favor.
Okay.
Someone called me
this morning.
He said he had
some primo bluefin.
But he never showed.
How come?Don't know.
Maybe he got a better offer.
Okay, I'm gonna need a name.
MAGNUM:
Okay, there's only one reason
someone would let frozen food
go to waste like that.
'Cause they need
the freezer space.
This is what we in the business call the payoff.
It's where we wrap up the case
and high-five ourselves.
The only thing left now is to bring the client back his fish.
[gun clicks]
Turn around, slowly.
The water meter's
outside.
But you know that, don't you?
Easy. Okay?
Private investigator.
The man who caught this fish
hired me to find it.You mean Dan?
Yeah. I'm guessing you guys
know each other.
I worked for him.
But he had to let me go
last month.
I just needed that fish
so I wouldn't lose my house.
Hey, look, it looks like you got
a wife and a daughter.
Don't do anything
stupid, okay?
Just let me walk out of here
with my client's fish.
I won't even tell him
who stole it.
I-I can't let you do that.
Why not?
Because someone took my family,
and that's the only thing
that can save them.
Tua was on his way
to sell the fish when he got
the call on his cell.
We're not sure how,
but the voice on the other end
knew Tua had it.
Said he had his family
and would trade them for it.
That's the craziest ransom
I ever heard of.
It's a fish.
Yeah, it's also worth 350,000.
After Tua
got the call,
he came back here to wait
for instructions.
Same guy just called back
a few minutes ago with details
on the ransom drop.I-I don't get it.
I don't get it.
Why grab the family?
Why not just come straight here?
Because this is a rental.
My wife and I are
living apart right now.
Things haven't been so
good since I lost my job.
Hey, Tua.
Let me talk
to TC and Rick.
Give us a minute.
Okay.Thanks.
And let me guess, you want to
be the hero and make the drop.
Tua can't handle it.
He's too emotional.
The drop could go sideways.
What about HPD?They said they'd
kill Tua's family
if he called Five-O.
That's why we need
to handle the trade.
And once we get Tua's family
back home safe,
then we'll call Tanaka.
Sounds good, but who's
this "we" you're talking about?
You, me and Rick.
No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no...
Whoa. I came here because you
said you had to move something.
You didn't say nothing
about no hostages.
Don't worry. I got a plan.
Do you care to share that plan,
just for the halibut?
Uh, not if you're gonna be
dropping bad puns, no.
Well, Thomas, no offense,
but if there's gonna be trouble,
I'd like to know the plan, too.
I'll tell you on the way.
This was supposed to be easy.
Find a hot fish,
help out a fellow vet.
I think it's fair to say it's
gotten a bit more complicated.
Hey. Go inside, don't call
anyone, don't talk to anyone.
Okay.
Hey, I'm gonna get 'em back.
You have my word.
[horn honking]
Who are you?And where's Tua?
Relax, okay?
I got what you want.
What I want
is for you to shut up.
Put it down.
As long as you're holding
that gun, I'm holding this.
Should I be scared?Very.
'Cause you may shoot me,
but I'm-a keep coming
and beat your ass
until you empty
that gun.
And then I'm gonna get angry.
Okay.
Let's just keep
this professional.
RICK: That's it, boys,
put down the iron.
Let's go!
Come on!
Get back to the van, okay?Okay.
You're gonna be
all right.
Your turn.
And cue the fish.
On three. One, two...
Don't move.
You two aren't going anywhere.
Relax. Everyone got
what they wanted.
A deal's a deal, boys.
Come on, back off with the guns.
[gun clicks]
Search 'em.
[quietly]:
Any time you're ready, Rick.
Take your hands off the gun.
Th-This gun?
I'm not gonna ask you again.
[grunts]:
Okeydokey.
[over phone]:
♪ Girls
♪ They want to have fun
♪ Oh, girls just want to...
I think that's for you.
♪ They want, want to have fun♪
♪ Girls♪
♪ Want to have...♪[beeps]
Hello?
RICK:
Hi. Who's this?
I'm just kidding. I know you're
not gonna tell me your name.
But what I really want
to know is,
do you want to
make a deal?
My boys for your BFF.
Come on, guys,
I don't have all day.
Okay.
Let him go,
and your friends live.
That sounds like
a really good trade,
but how do I know
I can trust you?
I mean, you are wearing a mask.
That's not exactly the Boy Scout
look, you know what I mean?
Well, I guess you're just gonna
have to take my word for it.
All right, he's coming down.
Just know I got
eyes on you.
Let's go, let's go,
let's go!
Come on, come on!
Get in the van!
Let's get the hell out of here!
Drive! Drive!
Get Tua's family out of here.
Be careful.
Dropped a cheap cell phone
in the back of the van
when I put the fish in.
We can track it on that.
RICK:
Got 'em.
They just took a right.
That hole wasn't there
before, was it?
This was never about the fish.
They wanted something
that was inside.
[dog barking in distance]
[dogs barking excitedly]
[barking]
Zeus, Apollo, inside.
[dogs whimpering]
What in the bloody
hell is this?
MAGNUM:
I had my friend in the
M.E.'s office run some tests.
She found no residual traces
of any narcotics,
so whatever was being
smuggled in the fish,
it definitely wasn't drugs.
My money's on diamonds.
Or bearer bonds.
Bearer bonds?Yep.
[scoffs]
You don't even know
what that is.
You're just saying it
to impress the lady.
I know what a
bearer bond is.
It's like a regular bond,
except "bearier."
[chuckles]
What if it's secrets?
Secrets?
Some years back,
a Chinese spy was using
sides of beef to smuggle
microfiche out of his country.
It's possible that this fish
was being used
to smuggle intel,
most likely on flash drive.
If that is the case here,
the restaurant your client
delivers fish to regularly,
that could be the dead drop.
It sounds complicated.TC: And messy.
I mean, why not just
pass the flash drive off
in a movie theater?
Because spies don't usually
meet in person.
The less you know,
the longer you live.
And the dead drop
guarantees anonymity.
RICK: You know,
now that the whole
"Higgins was a spy" thing
is out of the bag,
I've been dying to
ask one question.
Is there some nerdy guy
in a basement lab somewhere
making you gadgets?
Like, is that necklace
really a spy camera?
Touch it, I break your fingers.
Go ahead, man, try it.
I dare you.
[laughs][phone chimes]
Dan's here.
You gotta believe me, if there
was contraband in my fish,
I know nothing about it.
What can you tell me
about your crew?
The guys that weren't laid off.
I can tell you one of them's
gone AWOL: Victor Garza.
He worked as a deckhand.
I tried reaching out
to him earlier.
Wasn't answering his calls,
so I got concerned.
I went by his apartment,
except when I got there,
the door was open,
and he was gone.
Got me wondering.
Maybe it was him
who stole my fish.
It wasn't him,
but if he's gone missing,
whatever was in that fish,
Victor's probably the one
who put it there.
Right.
Mahalo.
You tell him about Tua?
Nah, I left that part out.
But I did make him promise
to sell to a different
restaurant, no questions asked.
Great. Case closed.
Let's go to the beach.
Not exactly.
If Higgins is right,
and that place really is
a dead drop,
I'm gonna need to check it out.
Hold up a sec.
Your boy Dan got
his fish back.
It's HPD's turn.
The guys who stole the fish
are gonna be looking
to tie up some loose ends,
so that means Tua, his family,
Dan, the three of us...
Until those guys are caught,
we're all in danger.
And I'm not waiting
for the cops to play catch-up.
TC: Okay.
Do what you got to do.
Rick and I will
babysit Dan and Tua.
Whoa, hang on. Thanks for
volunteering me, pal,
but I got plans.TC: You heard Magnum.
Tua's got a family.
All we gotta do is
keep 'em alive
until our boy figures out
what this is about.
Yeah, but who's gonna
keep us alive?
TC: Aw.
I'll protect you, Orville.
Thank you.
I appreciate that.
But, Thomas, these guys
are serious players,
and there are likely
to be more of them.
You sure you want
to do this alone?
Oh, I don't plan
on doing this alone.
Higgins.
[growling]
I need a favor.
Didn't you ask me
for a favor last week?
I didn't know
you only grant one a lifetime.
Do I look like a genie, Magnum?
At your disposal,
every time you fancy a wish?
Forget I asked.
Already done.
Although,
now I am curious
as to the nature of the favor
you were gonna ask for.
I was hoping you'd go
to dinner with me.
Magnum, are you asking me out
on a date?
No. Not a date. A favor.
Okay, I want to go check
out that restaurant
tonight, and I need somebody
who's good with computers.
You mean someone
who's good at hacking?
Yeah.What's in it for me,
besides sustenance?
Aren't you just a little curious
what was being smuggled
inside that fish?
Magnum, I'm no longer MI6.
I left that world behind
in London.
What's it gonna take?
Hmm. I don't know.
What do you have to offer?
I will stay out of
the wine cellar for a month.
Magnum, you're not even supposed
to be in the wine cellar,
so that's hardly a mutually
beneficial transaction.
Okay, every time
I drive the Ferrari,
I will return it
with a full tank of gas.
Washed?By hand.
Your hands
or Mr. Masters' staff?
These mitts.
Tempting.
But sadly, I'm going
to have to, uh, refuse
your invitation.
I'm sorry, Magnum, but you have
absolutely nothing to offer.
Might I suggest you call
the FBI for assistance?
After all, national security
is their purview.
Uh, look, by the time the Feds
get up to speed,
the trail
could be cold.
Besides, I want
to see this through.
That's very adult of you.
Okay, I'm done.
You know, there's one thing
I don't understand.
What?
You practically work pro bono.
I mean, you barely make any
money as a private investigator.
You live off the good graces
and largesse
of others, constantly having
to ask people for favors.
Is there a point here?
Why do you do it?
I'm genuinely curious.
When I was a sailor,
I didn't make much.
I did it because I thought
I was helping people.
I-I guess that's all I know.
Magnum.
I'll go.
You will?
Yes.
I will be your date.
Undercover associate.
Of course, you may call it
whatever you wish.
What's your plan?
I don't know.
Break up a spy ring,
try not to get killed.
I was kind of hoping you'd be
a little more prepared.
MAGNUM: You know, I was thinking, uh...
That explains
the beads of sweat.
Chances are,
the same person went to
the restaurant each time
to pick up the intel, most
likely posing as a regular
to avoid arousing suspicion.
In theory, all we'd have to do
is access
the reservation system,
cross-reference that
with anyone who ate at Lina's
on the days Dan Sawyer
delivered a fish.
You do realize
it's highly unlikely
they used their real name?
Yeah, but even knowing an alias
could still lead us somewhere.
[sniffing]
Magnum, what is that smell?
I don't smell anything.
[quietly]:
Be right back.
Mm-hmm.
Thanks.
Enjoy your dinner.I definitely will.
[chuckles]
You in?
I'm working on it. The system
is password-protected,
so it may take a little time.
I thought you were supposed
to be good at this stuff.
Good evening. May I offer you
some wine or a cocktail?
Actually, I think we can order.
Right, honey?
Yes, yes. I will have
the green papaya salad,
the mahi-mahi with
lemon beurre blanc
and a glass of the 2014 Aubert.
Excellent choices. For you, sir?
Uh, I'll do the steak,
well-done.
Uh, oh, and a bottle
of your best Château Margaux.
It's my birthday, and, uh,
my bae here is treating.
Absolutely, sir. Happy birthday.
Thank you very much.
[chuckling]
You do realize that
Mr. Masters' business manager
will deny the expenditure.
Eh, that'll take weeks.
I'll have my tuna money by then.
I'll pay him back.
Tuna money?Yeah.
I sincerely wish I could replay
what you just said.
And that is the wrong
knife, by the way.
Would you like a straw?
Yes, please. Oh, and, uh,
d-do you have a coloring book?
He's just kidding.
We're fine. Thank you.
[laughs]
This is a lot more fun
than I thought it would be.
[quiet laughter]
[indistinct chatter]
[phone chimes]
Okay. I've got our guy.
Maurice Fahrad.
He's the only punter
that consistently dines here
on the days your
client sells his fish.
Can you contact one
of your old MI6 buddies,
run a background check?
Shall I feed you, as well?
[silverware clinks]
I'll be right back, my love.
Okay, let's get out of here.
You want to leave now?Well, yeah.
Are you mad?
I'm not leaving this mahi-mahi.
It's simply divine.
Sit your ass down
and finish your gristle.
Okay.
So, your client seems
like a decent chap.
Served in the Vietnam War.
How'd you know that?
I can read, Magnum.
He was wearing an appropriately
aged Da Nang cap
when he engaged
your services.
Your father was
in that war, too, wasn't he?
Yes. Yes, he was.
Now it's my turn.
Why did I agree to come tonight?
Yes.It's simple.
Getting closure on this
seems important to you.
And as a former woman
of service myself,
I thought your commitment
to a fellow veteran
was quite admirable.
Hold that thought.
WAITSTAFF:
♪ Happy birthday to you
♪ Happy birthday to you [laughs]
♪ Happy birthday, dear Magnum
♪ Happy birthday to you.
Make a wish.
[sighs][waitstaff cheering]
We'll take it into the kitchen
and cut it up for you.
Thank you.
What did you wish for?
Your MI6 contact
to respond.
[cell phone chimes]
Well, looks like
you got your wish.
Mmm.
That doesn't look good.
Maurice Fahrad is believed
to be an alias
belonging to Samal Talib.
He's a person of interest
for Interpol and the FBI.
He's allegedly responsible
for masterminding
several terrorist
attacks abroad,
including one against a U.S.
military base three years ago.
If he's on the island, he's
got to be planning something.
Well, looks like
he's on the move.
I've got his real-time location
from his phone.
We should alert the FBI.
By the time they mobilize,
he could disappear.
We need to get to him now,
keep an eye on him
until we can get
the Feds to take over.
HIGGINS:
You're too close.
I am three car
lengths behind.
It's not enough.Trust me. I do
this for a living.
They have no idea
we're tailing them.
Magnum, you're driving
a big, red tallywacker.
It's not exactly inconspicuous.
[sniffs]
Magnum, did you put that fish
in Robin Masters' Ferrari?
What? No, of course not.
No. It probably came
from my clothes.
Get out!
Don't say it.
Let's go. Move it!
Got a message for your
smart-ass friend.
What's that?
[grunts]
I'll be sure to tell him.
Let's go!
[under breath]:
You realize they're going
to question us
about what we know
and who we might have told.
And then they're
probably going to kill us.
[whispering]: Had I known that
was going to be my last meal,
I probably would've
had a piece of that cake.
You're remarkably calm,
given the situation.
Believe me. I'm not.
[grunts, groans]
You're done talking.
[speaking Arabic]
[speaking Arabic]
Terror cells don't
usually like it
when soldiers allow their
OPSEC to get compromised.
Your accent is good.
I'm impressed.MAGNUM: You know...
it really doesn't pay
to kill us.
The FBI is aware
of our investigation.
If you're both law enforcement,
I might believe that.
You didn't really think
that would work, did you?
Figured it was worth a shot.
Unlike my associate here,
I'm going to be honest with you.
My name is Juliet Higgins.
I'm just a hired gun here,
but a few years ago,
I was head of security
for your former benefactor,
the Saudi Prince
Al Muhammad.
He would be very upset
if you were to harm me.
If you let me go,
I can be of service.
Uh, she means us.
Let us go.
No, just me. You can do
with him what you want.
Right?
Come again?No offense, Magnum,
but it's become clear to me
that knowing you
is extremely perilous
for one's health.
[laughing]:
That is insane.
Is it?
Yeah.
Let's recap, shall we?
Last week, I sustained
a gunshot wound
for the first time
in eight years
whilst doing you a favor.
Wait, hold up. You said
you'd never been shot before.Yesterday I was shot at again
whilst being forced to serve
as your unwitting wheel-woman.
Secondly,
you volunteered, okay?And the current predicament
which is 100% your fault.
How exactly is our current
predicament my fault?
You were following these
chaps far too closely.I was not.
Bloody obvious you
were tailing them.
So stop the
Monday morning QB crap.
I don't even know
what that means.It's a football term.
Real football. Not that
slow-ass, incredibly boring...
Both of you shut up!
With pleasure.
[grunting and groaning]
[gunshot][groaning]
[car horn honking]
[strained grunting]
[tires squealing]
[grunting and groaning continue]
Hold on!
[quiet groaning]
Higgins? You alive?
Yeah. I think so.Good.
I'm going after Samal.
[groaning]
[grunts]
HIGGINS:
What about the flash drive?
MAGNUM:
I'm looking.
Good work.
Yeah. You, too.
Except maybe a little
heads-up next time.
Just saying.
Sorry.
I thought you saw
where I was going.
Ah, nah, I think it
was the whole, uh,
"go ahead and kill him"
thing that kind of threw me.
Would it help
if I said I was sorry?
Might.
I'm sorry.
Didn't.
[chuckles]
MAGNUM: Turns out
that flash drive contained
a playbook for an attack
on Hickam Air Force Base
right here on Oahu
and a network of operatives
on the island to carry it out.
FBI took it from here.
Arrested everyone involved.
If you ask Rick,
he'd probably tell you
this is one fish story
that turned out to be true.
Wish it was bigger.
There was only so much
of that fish I could salvage.
Yeah, yeah.
Sorry about that.
Well, uh,
made enough to hang onto
my boat; that's all I wanted.
I got a little something
extra for you,
you know, for all your trouble.
Poke.
Yeah.
You got the fish back.
Wouldn't be right
for you not to have some.Mahalo.
[truck door closes]
MAGNUM:
I thought you let Tua go.
DAN: He came by to
see me last night.
Confessed to stealing the tuna.
Now that I get to keep
my boat, I rehired him.
Hopefully, our next catch
will get us both
back on our feet for good.
Good man, Dan.
So are you.
["Ulili E" by Makua Rothman
playing]
♪
[playful chatter]
RICK: So, was this case the big
payday you hoped it would be?
Well, funny you should ask.
[laughter]
Ouch.
Well, let's hope the, uh, the
next case isn't perishable.
Am I right?
Up high. Oh.
So, Thomas, how was
your date with Higgy?
[chuckles]It was definitely
not a date. Okay?
[laughs]
But I think I'm
winning her over.
Oh, yeah. Somehow I doubt that.
Here you go, Mr. Magnum.Ah, thanks, bud.
Good job, my guy.
Thanks, Coach.
Well, that's enough poke for me,
'cause somebody's got to do
some work around here.
See you guys later?Yup.
Think I got
to head out, too.
Thomas, I don't want
to impose on our friendship,
but I think I need
to ask a favor.What's that?
You see, when I was a kid,
I had these sea monkeys.
[laughing]:
Here we go.And one day I got home
and Mickey, Michael, Davy
and Peter were gone.
Now, I-I know cracking
cold cases is difficult,
but since finding seafood
is your specialty...
Let me save you the suspense.
Check the Chicago sewer.
I guarantee
your mom flushed them.
Case closed.
Damn. You're good.
[sniffs]
[sighs]
Hey, man, thanks for your help.
Absolutely, brother.
Just wish Nuzo was
here, you know.
Think he'd appreciate what
we did for his buddy.
I've been thinking
a lot about him lately.
Me, too.
Hey, don't forget to put that
in the fridge when you get home.
I know what I'm doing.
Oh, right. Right, of course.
Uh, you're Sherlox Holmes now.
Really? You're not gonna
let this go, are you?
Cod Almighty, man. No.
[engine starts]
MAGNUM: I woke up yesterday
thinking about Nuzo
and how much I miss him
and how one word
changed my life.
Sure, Robin Masters once
offered me his guest house,
but it actually all started
with Nuzo.
What if we could find
a way to stay together?
Me, You, Rick, TC. Somewhere
where the weather's nice,
a place that feels like
you're always on vacation.
Huh? 'Cause people
on vacation,
they don't think
about their problems.
The past is the past.
All they think about
is the good things ahead.
Thomas, we could
make that every day.
Especially after what
we've been through.
We deserve it.
You got a place in mind?
[chuckles] Yeah. I do.
MAGNUM:
Nuzo was right.
But Hawaii didn't just
keep us together.
It gave us purpose.
And yesterday that purpose was tracking down a giant tuna.
Tomorrow, who knows?
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MAGNUM: When Robin Masters
offered me the job
as live-in security consultant
as a way to supplement
my P.I. business,
I jumped at it.
Meet my best friends.
We make a hell of a team.
That's Rick. If you want
something on the island,
Rick is the man to see.
Hey, what about me? That's TC.
He runs the best helicopter
tour business in Hawaii.
That's Sebastian Nuzo.
The four of us spent
some time in a POW camp
in Afghanistan.
Nuzo saved my life.
I couldn't save his.
This is Juliet Higgins.
Former British
intelligence, M16.
She works here as Robin's
property manager.
Easy, lads.
Friends like those come around
once in a lifetime.
But maybe I'm wrong about that.
["Hawaiian War Chant" by
The Don Ralke Chorus playing]
MAGNUM: Come on,
what was I supposed to do?
Rick's at work.
TC has clients.
Find some more friends.
Or, you know, get yourself
an Uber account.
Because Mr. Masters
is not paying me
to be your chauffeur.
Noted.
So you won't be
calling on me again?
I won't have to.
Ferrari's ready tomorrow.
And how do you intend
to pay for the
carnage you caused?
Don't worry. I got it covered.
[laughs]
Is something funny?
Uh, only your finances.
Look, y-you mind taking a left
at the corner up here?
Why?Trust me.
Please?
[scoffs]
HIGGINS: Magnum,
I really need to get home.
MAGNUM:
Relax. This is a shortcut.
Stop right here.
Why am I pulling over?
I just got to see a friend.
It'll take two minutes.
At two minutes and one second,
I won't be here.
Oh, and one more thing.
Yes?
How much are you getting paid
for this little stop?
Excuse me?You're not going
to see a friend.
This is a job, isn't it?
500.
Oh, well, it's only fair
I should get 50%.
Oh, come on. For a lift?
Good-bye.
All right. 30.
60.40.
70.Fine. 50.
Excellent. You have two minutes.
Good luck.
MAGNUM:
Most days, I love my job,
and $250 for two minutes of
work might seem like a lot...
MAN:
Oh, yeah, yeah.
...but a guy cheating
on his wife?
That's the kind of job
that makes you feel
all yucky inside.
[laughs]
[phone ringing]
MAN: Hey! What the hell
are you doing?
MAGNUM [distant]:
Higgins!
Higgins, start the car!
["Hawaiian War Chant" playing]
Oh, my God.[engine starts]
[gunshots]
[tires screeching]
Punch it!
[tires screeching]
[Magnum P.I.theme song
playing]
MAGNUM: Higgins was right
to laugh at my finances.
They are a little pathetic.
And getting Robin Masters'
Ferrari fixed
pretty much cleaned me out.
But lucky for me,
I got a job lined up
that should put some money
back in my pocket.
Mr. Sawyer?
Thomas Magnum.
Sorry I'm late.
Why didn't you go inside?
Voice on the box said
I had to wait out here.
Sounded like Mary Poppins.
Sorry about that.
[beeping]
[beeping]
[line ringing]
HIGGINS: Who is it?It's me.
Can you be a little
more specific?
You know who it is.
It's Magnum. I live here.
The gate's broken.
Can you just buzz me in?
It's not broken.
I changed the code.What?
Why?[dial tone]
Higgins.
Higgins?
Higgins![dogs barking]
[sighs]
[chuckles]
I really do live here.
Higgins, what's going on?
I've, uh, implemented
a new security policy.
Effective immediately,
the universal gate
code has been retired.
[dog barks, growls]Regular visitors, such as staff,
will each now have their
own personalized gate code.
Now, what's the point of that?
I'm glad you asked.
Because it seems
that someone
has been handing out the code
to friends, clients,
the occasional one-night stand.
Simply put, it's just
not good security.
In case you've forgotten,
I'm the security consultant
around here.
Mm, yes, and I am
consulting you now.
[chuckles]
Ah.
I'm so sorry.
Forgive me.
Juliet Higgins.
Majordomo of the estate.
Dan Sawyer.Hi. Pleasure.
"Majordomo," is that
French for something?
Oh, I oversee the property
and the people that work here.
So you're his boss?
HIGGINS:
Oh, no. No.
That would require Magnum
to actually have a job.
[dog barks]I have an arrangement
with Robin Masters
to live here.
Can you just open
the gate, please?
Are you armed, Mr. Sawyer?
Uh, no.Excellent.
Please do come in.
Just follow me.
To be continued.
[dogs growling]
[barking]
DAN:
Wow. This is some guesthouse.
Your friend Robin Masters
must sell a lot of books.
He does okay.
You said on the phone you,
uh, you're a friend of Nuzo's.
Yeah, yeah. Couple years back,
my trawler broke down
off Waimanalo.
I'm a commercial fisherman.
Uh, anyway, I was dead
in the water.
Thanks.
And, uh, Nuzo was close by,
and he gave me a tow.
We kept in touch.
Really, he's a good guy.
I miss him already.
Me, too.
So, um, how can I help you,
Mr. Sawyer?
Well, every other Friday,
I sell my best catch to Lina's,
upscale joint off Ala Moana.
They like to bypass
the fish auction
and secure fresh, high-quality
tuna for the weekend, you know?
Well,
this morning...
[chuckles]
I hauled this in.
[chuckling]: Wow.
That is a big fish.
Almost 300 pounds.
Anyway, this morning,
I go by Lina's to drop it off,
same as always.
I go inside to find
someone to take delivery.
When I return to my van,
the back door's open,
the fish is gone.
So you want me
to track down a... a fish?
A bluefin that size
is worth 350 thou,
based on this
morning's prices.
Besides, I...
I need the money, bad.
Why is that?
I've had a rough season.
[sighs]
Competition from
imports is up,
fuel prices are up,
labor costs are up.
We have a saying:
fishing's like the ocean.
There are waves.
And this has been
a really bad one.
I mean, worst ever.
And it's put me in a deep hole.
I've had to lay off
half my crew.
That fish was going to
get me back on my feet.
And if I don't get it back
and get paid,
I'm gonna lose my boat.
And she's all I got.
Did you contact HPD about this?
I'm coming to you
because I can't wait around
for them to investigate.
That tuna's gonna go bad
if I don't get it back soon.
Now, I can't afford to pay you.
But-but if you
find that fish,
I can give you
a cut of the sale.
Mr. Magnum, when I
came back from 'Nam,
I didn't ask for nothing
from nobody.
But now I need some help.
And I got no one else
to turn to.
MAGNUM:
"No one else to turn to."
You hear that a lot
in this job,
especially from the clients
who can't afford you.
And here's the annoying thing:
it works every time.
MAGNUM: My meeting with Dan
had me thinking about Nuzo,
and how if he were still alive,
he'd be the first one
to step up and help this guy.
That's just who Nuzo was.
He looked out for his friends.
Nah.
[sighs]
[door opens]
NUZO: Thomas,
you almost ready?
What's that?
Everybody's waiting.
Yeah. Just...
I'll get dressed.
You okay?
Yeah. I'm good.
Do we really
gotta do this, man?
We're a big story.
Four American POWs pull off
their own Great Escape,
et cetera, et cetera.
Hey. One of
the public affairs guys
just told me that Uncle Sam
is gonna fly
each one of us back home
after the press conference.
First class.
First class, huh?
All right, come on. What is it?
I don't know.
You know,
it's gonna sound weird.
I don't think
I'm ready to go home.
Actually, it's not weird at all.
To tell you the truth,
I got no burning desire
to go back to Brooklyn.
You know what?
What if we didn't go back home?
RICK: So you're
a tuna bounty hunter now?
Like, uh,
Dog the Bounty Hunter,
but instead of scumbags,
you go after seafood.
You joke now, but this case
could actually turn out
to be a pretty good payday.
If I find that fish,
I get a recovery fee.
Five percent of the sale.
What's that, a buck 50? Kammy!
What's up, big man?
Casablanca, my brother.
Come here, open your mouth.Ah...
Open your mouth.All right, all right.
What do you got?
Come on, what do you got?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, that's some
damn fine gravy,
my friend.
Mm!That's what I like to hear.
This the private eye
you was telling me about?
Thomas Magnum, and I prefer
"private investigator."
Whatever, Rockford.
Here, try this.
That's not bad.
And by "not bad,"
that is some amazing sauce.
I like this guy.
So what you guys think
about my new venture?
This place has got charm, huh?
RICK: Yeah, except I'm a little
confused at you opening
a brick and mortar.
I thought you said
when it comes to grinds,
you got to go mobile?
Yeah, well,
these two amateurs got in
over their heads
with this joint.
They're 'ohana,
so I had to bail them out.
So Casablanca over here said
you looking for a stolen tunie.
Yeah, and I'm thinking
whoever has it's
gonna try to unload it fast.
I was hoping you might
have some idea
of how they're gonna move it.
Rick said you're the
man that would know.
They could chop it up
like a stolen rock,
sell it on the black market.
But like all fish,
fresh tuna got a shelf life.
One that big, you risk
a good chunk of it going bad
before you get
a chance to move it.
So you'd want to sell it whole.
Yeah, but
who's buying?
Some all-you-can-eat sushi shack
doesn't have the bankroll
for a big-ticket tuna like that.
Yeah, and I'm guessing high-end
joints like Maile's or Nobu
aren't sourcing their fish
on the black market.
As a general rule, no.
But there's exceptions.
MAGNUM: After I agreed
to have at least one meal
at his shrimp truck every week
for the next month,
Rick's friend gave me a list
of places to look into.
It only took me two hours
and eight lunches
to get the information
I needed.
Like I said, can't help you.
You know, I-I got a buddy
who runs a club. Okay?
So I know a little something
about the food service business.
I know how sketchy it can get.
Okay? I-I know how,
from time to time,
something may arise where
knowing someone like me
could be very helpful.
You help me out,
and I will owe you a favor.
Okay.
Someone called me
this morning.
He said he had
some primo bluefin.
But he never showed.
How come?Don't know.
Maybe he got a better offer.
Okay, I'm gonna need a name.
MAGNUM:
Okay, there's only one reason
someone would let frozen food
go to waste like that.
'Cause they need
the freezer space.
This is what we in the business call the payoff.
It's where we wrap up the case
and high-five ourselves.
The only thing left now is to bring the client back his fish.
[gun clicks]
Turn around, slowly.
The water meter's
outside.
But you know that, don't you?
Easy. Okay?
Private investigator.
The man who caught this fish
hired me to find it.You mean Dan?
Yeah. I'm guessing you guys
know each other.
I worked for him.
But he had to let me go
last month.
I just needed that fish
so I wouldn't lose my house.
Hey, look, it looks like you got
a wife and a daughter.
Don't do anything
stupid, okay?
Just let me walk out of here
with my client's fish.
I won't even tell him
who stole it.
I-I can't let you do that.
Why not?
Because someone took my family,
and that's the only thing
that can save them.
Tua was on his way
to sell the fish when he got
the call on his cell.
We're not sure how,
but the voice on the other end
knew Tua had it.
Said he had his family
and would trade them for it.
That's the craziest ransom
I ever heard of.
It's a fish.
Yeah, it's also worth 350,000.
After Tua
got the call,
he came back here to wait
for instructions.
Same guy just called back
a few minutes ago with details
on the ransom drop.I-I don't get it.
I don't get it.
Why grab the family?
Why not just come straight here?
Because this is a rental.
My wife and I are
living apart right now.
Things haven't been so
good since I lost my job.
Hey, Tua.
Let me talk
to TC and Rick.
Give us a minute.
Okay.Thanks.
And let me guess, you want to
be the hero and make the drop.
Tua can't handle it.
He's too emotional.
The drop could go sideways.
What about HPD?They said they'd
kill Tua's family
if he called Five-O.
That's why we need
to handle the trade.
And once we get Tua's family
back home safe,
then we'll call Tanaka.
Sounds good, but who's
this "we" you're talking about?
You, me and Rick.
No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no...
Whoa. I came here because you
said you had to move something.
You didn't say nothing
about no hostages.
Don't worry. I got a plan.
Do you care to share that plan,
just for the halibut?
Uh, not if you're gonna be
dropping bad puns, no.
Well, Thomas, no offense,
but if there's gonna be trouble,
I'd like to know the plan, too.
I'll tell you on the way.
This was supposed to be easy.
Find a hot fish,
help out a fellow vet.
I think it's fair to say it's
gotten a bit more complicated.
Hey. Go inside, don't call
anyone, don't talk to anyone.
Okay.
Hey, I'm gonna get 'em back.
You have my word.
[horn honking]
Who are you?And where's Tua?
Relax, okay?
I got what you want.
What I want
is for you to shut up.
Put it down.
As long as you're holding
that gun, I'm holding this.
Should I be scared?Very.
'Cause you may shoot me,
but I'm-a keep coming
and beat your ass
until you empty
that gun.
And then I'm gonna get angry.
Okay.
Let's just keep
this professional.
RICK: That's it, boys,
put down the iron.
Let's go!
Come on!
Get back to the van, okay?Okay.
You're gonna be
all right.
Your turn.
And cue the fish.
On three. One, two...
Don't move.
You two aren't going anywhere.
Relax. Everyone got
what they wanted.
A deal's a deal, boys.
Come on, back off with the guns.
[gun clicks]
Search 'em.
[quietly]:
Any time you're ready, Rick.
Take your hands off the gun.
Th-This gun?
I'm not gonna ask you again.
[grunts]:
Okeydokey.
[over phone]:
♪ Girls
♪ They want to have fun
♪ Oh, girls just want to...
I think that's for you.
♪ They want, want to have fun♪
♪ Girls♪
♪ Want to have...♪[beeps]
Hello?
RICK:
Hi. Who's this?
I'm just kidding. I know you're
not gonna tell me your name.
But what I really want
to know is,
do you want to
make a deal?
My boys for your BFF.
Come on, guys,
I don't have all day.
Okay.
Let him go,
and your friends live.
That sounds like
a really good trade,
but how do I know
I can trust you?
I mean, you are wearing a mask.
That's not exactly the Boy Scout
look, you know what I mean?
Well, I guess you're just gonna
have to take my word for it.
All right, he's coming down.
Just know I got
eyes on you.
Let's go, let's go,
let's go!
Come on, come on!
Get in the van!
Let's get the hell out of here!
Drive! Drive!
Get Tua's family out of here.
Be careful.
Dropped a cheap cell phone
in the back of the van
when I put the fish in.
We can track it on that.
RICK:
Got 'em.
They just took a right.
That hole wasn't there
before, was it?
This was never about the fish.
They wanted something
that was inside.
[dog barking in distance]
[dogs barking excitedly]
[barking]
Zeus, Apollo, inside.
[dogs whimpering]
What in the bloody
hell is this?
MAGNUM:
I had my friend in the
M.E.'s office run some tests.
She found no residual traces
of any narcotics,
so whatever was being
smuggled in the fish,
it definitely wasn't drugs.
My money's on diamonds.
Or bearer bonds.
Bearer bonds?Yep.
[scoffs]
You don't even know
what that is.
You're just saying it
to impress the lady.
I know what a
bearer bond is.
It's like a regular bond,
except "bearier."
[chuckles]
What if it's secrets?
Secrets?
Some years back,
a Chinese spy was using
sides of beef to smuggle
microfiche out of his country.
It's possible that this fish
was being used
to smuggle intel,
most likely on flash drive.
If that is the case here,
the restaurant your client
delivers fish to regularly,
that could be the dead drop.
It sounds complicated.TC: And messy.
I mean, why not just
pass the flash drive off
in a movie theater?
Because spies don't usually
meet in person.
The less you know,
the longer you live.
And the dead drop
guarantees anonymity.
RICK: You know,
now that the whole
"Higgins was a spy" thing
is out of the bag,
I've been dying to
ask one question.
Is there some nerdy guy
in a basement lab somewhere
making you gadgets?
Like, is that necklace
really a spy camera?
Touch it, I break your fingers.
Go ahead, man, try it.
I dare you.
[laughs][phone chimes]
Dan's here.
You gotta believe me, if there
was contraband in my fish,
I know nothing about it.
What can you tell me
about your crew?
The guys that weren't laid off.
I can tell you one of them's
gone AWOL: Victor Garza.
He worked as a deckhand.
I tried reaching out
to him earlier.
Wasn't answering his calls,
so I got concerned.
I went by his apartment,
except when I got there,
the door was open,
and he was gone.
Got me wondering.
Maybe it was him
who stole my fish.
It wasn't him,
but if he's gone missing,
whatever was in that fish,
Victor's probably the one
who put it there.
Right.
Mahalo.
You tell him about Tua?
Nah, I left that part out.
But I did make him promise
to sell to a different
restaurant, no questions asked.
Great. Case closed.
Let's go to the beach.
Not exactly.
If Higgins is right,
and that place really is
a dead drop,
I'm gonna need to check it out.
Hold up a sec.
Your boy Dan got
his fish back.
It's HPD's turn.
The guys who stole the fish
are gonna be looking
to tie up some loose ends,
so that means Tua, his family,
Dan, the three of us...
Until those guys are caught,
we're all in danger.
And I'm not waiting
for the cops to play catch-up.
TC: Okay.
Do what you got to do.
Rick and I will
babysit Dan and Tua.
Whoa, hang on. Thanks for
volunteering me, pal,
but I got plans.TC: You heard Magnum.
Tua's got a family.
All we gotta do is
keep 'em alive
until our boy figures out
what this is about.
Yeah, but who's gonna
keep us alive?
TC: Aw.
I'll protect you, Orville.
Thank you.
I appreciate that.
But, Thomas, these guys
are serious players,
and there are likely
to be more of them.
You sure you want
to do this alone?
Oh, I don't plan
on doing this alone.
Higgins.
[growling]
I need a favor.
Didn't you ask me
for a favor last week?
I didn't know
you only grant one a lifetime.
Do I look like a genie, Magnum?
At your disposal,
every time you fancy a wish?
Forget I asked.
Already done.
Although,
now I am curious
as to the nature of the favor
you were gonna ask for.
I was hoping you'd go
to dinner with me.
Magnum, are you asking me out
on a date?
No. Not a date. A favor.
Okay, I want to go check
out that restaurant
tonight, and I need somebody
who's good with computers.
You mean someone
who's good at hacking?
Yeah.What's in it for me,
besides sustenance?
Aren't you just a little curious
what was being smuggled
inside that fish?
Magnum, I'm no longer MI6.
I left that world behind
in London.
What's it gonna take?
Hmm. I don't know.
What do you have to offer?
I will stay out of
the wine cellar for a month.
Magnum, you're not even supposed
to be in the wine cellar,
so that's hardly a mutually
beneficial transaction.
Okay, every time
I drive the Ferrari,
I will return it
with a full tank of gas.
Washed?By hand.
Your hands
or Mr. Masters' staff?
These mitts.
Tempting.
But sadly, I'm going
to have to, uh, refuse
your invitation.
I'm sorry, Magnum, but you have
absolutely nothing to offer.
Might I suggest you call
the FBI for assistance?
After all, national security
is their purview.
Uh, look, by the time the Feds
get up to speed,
the trail
could be cold.
Besides, I want
to see this through.
That's very adult of you.
Okay, I'm done.
You know, there's one thing
I don't understand.
What?
You practically work pro bono.
I mean, you barely make any
money as a private investigator.
You live off the good graces
and largesse
of others, constantly having
to ask people for favors.
Is there a point here?
Why do you do it?
I'm genuinely curious.
When I was a sailor,
I didn't make much.
I did it because I thought
I was helping people.
I-I guess that's all I know.
Magnum.
I'll go.
You will?
Yes.
I will be your date.
Undercover associate.
Of course, you may call it
whatever you wish.
What's your plan?
I don't know.
Break up a spy ring,
try not to get killed.
I was kind of hoping you'd be
a little more prepared.
MAGNUM: You know, I was thinking, uh...
That explains
the beads of sweat.
Chances are,
the same person went to
the restaurant each time
to pick up the intel, most
likely posing as a regular
to avoid arousing suspicion.
In theory, all we'd have to do
is access
the reservation system,
cross-reference that
with anyone who ate at Lina's
on the days Dan Sawyer
delivered a fish.
You do realize
it's highly unlikely
they used their real name?
Yeah, but even knowing an alias
could still lead us somewhere.
[sniffing]
Magnum, what is that smell?
I don't smell anything.
[quietly]:
Be right back.
Mm-hmm.
Thanks.
Enjoy your dinner.I definitely will.
[chuckles]
You in?
I'm working on it. The system
is password-protected,
so it may take a little time.
I thought you were supposed
to be good at this stuff.
Good evening. May I offer you
some wine or a cocktail?
Actually, I think we can order.
Right, honey?
Yes, yes. I will have
the green papaya salad,
the mahi-mahi with
lemon beurre blanc
and a glass of the 2014 Aubert.
Excellent choices. For you, sir?
Uh, I'll do the steak,
well-done.
Uh, oh, and a bottle
of your best Château Margaux.
It's my birthday, and, uh,
my bae here is treating.
Absolutely, sir. Happy birthday.
Thank you very much.
[chuckling]
You do realize that
Mr. Masters' business manager
will deny the expenditure.
Eh, that'll take weeks.
I'll have my tuna money by then.
I'll pay him back.
Tuna money?Yeah.
I sincerely wish I could replay
what you just said.
And that is the wrong
knife, by the way.
Would you like a straw?
Yes, please. Oh, and, uh,
d-do you have a coloring book?
He's just kidding.
We're fine. Thank you.
[laughs]
This is a lot more fun
than I thought it would be.
[quiet laughter]
[indistinct chatter]
[phone chimes]
Okay. I've got our guy.
Maurice Fahrad.
He's the only punter
that consistently dines here
on the days your
client sells his fish.
Can you contact one
of your old MI6 buddies,
run a background check?
Shall I feed you, as well?
[silverware clinks]
I'll be right back, my love.
Okay, let's get out of here.
You want to leave now?Well, yeah.
Are you mad?
I'm not leaving this mahi-mahi.
It's simply divine.
Sit your ass down
and finish your gristle.
Okay.
So, your client seems
like a decent chap.
Served in the Vietnam War.
How'd you know that?
I can read, Magnum.
He was wearing an appropriately
aged Da Nang cap
when he engaged
your services.
Your father was
in that war, too, wasn't he?
Yes. Yes, he was.
Now it's my turn.
Why did I agree to come tonight?
Yes.It's simple.
Getting closure on this
seems important to you.
And as a former woman
of service myself,
I thought your commitment
to a fellow veteran
was quite admirable.
Hold that thought.
WAITSTAFF:
♪ Happy birthday to you
♪ Happy birthday to you [laughs]
♪ Happy birthday, dear Magnum
♪ Happy birthday to you.
Make a wish.
[sighs][waitstaff cheering]
We'll take it into the kitchen
and cut it up for you.
Thank you.
What did you wish for?
Your MI6 contact
to respond.
[cell phone chimes]
Well, looks like
you got your wish.
Mmm.
That doesn't look good.
Maurice Fahrad is believed
to be an alias
belonging to Samal Talib.
He's a person of interest
for Interpol and the FBI.
He's allegedly responsible
for masterminding
several terrorist
attacks abroad,
including one against a U.S.
military base three years ago.
If he's on the island, he's
got to be planning something.
Well, looks like
he's on the move.
I've got his real-time location
from his phone.
We should alert the FBI.
By the time they mobilize,
he could disappear.
We need to get to him now,
keep an eye on him
until we can get
the Feds to take over.
HIGGINS:
You're too close.
I am three car
lengths behind.
It's not enough.Trust me. I do
this for a living.
They have no idea
we're tailing them.
Magnum, you're driving
a big, red tallywacker.
It's not exactly inconspicuous.
[sniffs]
Magnum, did you put that fish
in Robin Masters' Ferrari?
What? No, of course not.
No. It probably came
from my clothes.
Get out!
Don't say it.
Let's go. Move it!
Got a message for your
smart-ass friend.
What's that?
[grunts]
I'll be sure to tell him.
Let's go!
[under breath]:
You realize they're going
to question us
about what we know
and who we might have told.
And then they're
probably going to kill us.
[whispering]: Had I known that
was going to be my last meal,
I probably would've
had a piece of that cake.
You're remarkably calm,
given the situation.
Believe me. I'm not.
[grunts, groans]
You're done talking.
[speaking Arabic]
[speaking Arabic]
Terror cells don't
usually like it
when soldiers allow their
OPSEC to get compromised.
Your accent is good.
I'm impressed.MAGNUM: You know...
it really doesn't pay
to kill us.
The FBI is aware
of our investigation.
If you're both law enforcement,
I might believe that.
You didn't really think
that would work, did you?
Figured it was worth a shot.
Unlike my associate here,
I'm going to be honest with you.
My name is Juliet Higgins.
I'm just a hired gun here,
but a few years ago,
I was head of security
for your former benefactor,
the Saudi Prince
Al Muhammad.
He would be very upset
if you were to harm me.
If you let me go,
I can be of service.
Uh, she means us.
Let us go.
No, just me. You can do
with him what you want.
Right?
Come again?No offense, Magnum,
but it's become clear to me
that knowing you
is extremely perilous
for one's health.
[laughing]:
That is insane.
Is it?
Yeah.
Let's recap, shall we?
Last week, I sustained
a gunshot wound
for the first time
in eight years
whilst doing you a favor.
Wait, hold up. You said
you'd never been shot before.Yesterday I was shot at again
whilst being forced to serve
as your unwitting wheel-woman.
Secondly,
you volunteered, okay?And the current predicament
which is 100% your fault.
How exactly is our current
predicament my fault?
You were following these
chaps far too closely.I was not.
Bloody obvious you
were tailing them.
So stop the
Monday morning QB crap.
I don't even know
what that means.It's a football term.
Real football. Not that
slow-ass, incredibly boring...
Both of you shut up!
With pleasure.
[grunting and groaning]
[gunshot][groaning]
[car horn honking]
[strained grunting]
[tires squealing]
[grunting and groaning continue]
Hold on!
[quiet groaning]
Higgins? You alive?
Yeah. I think so.Good.
I'm going after Samal.
[groaning]
[grunts]
HIGGINS:
What about the flash drive?
MAGNUM:
I'm looking.
Good work.
Yeah. You, too.
Except maybe a little
heads-up next time.
Just saying.
Sorry.
I thought you saw
where I was going.
Ah, nah, I think it
was the whole, uh,
"go ahead and kill him"
thing that kind of threw me.
Would it help
if I said I was sorry?
Might.
I'm sorry.
Didn't.
[chuckles]
MAGNUM: Turns out
that flash drive contained
a playbook for an attack
on Hickam Air Force Base
right here on Oahu
and a network of operatives
on the island to carry it out.
FBI took it from here.
Arrested everyone involved.
If you ask Rick,
he'd probably tell you
this is one fish story
that turned out to be true.
Wish it was bigger.
There was only so much
of that fish I could salvage.
Yeah, yeah.
Sorry about that.
Well, uh,
made enough to hang onto
my boat; that's all I wanted.
I got a little something
extra for you,
you know, for all your trouble.
Poke.
Yeah.
You got the fish back.
Wouldn't be right
for you not to have some.Mahalo.
[truck door closes]
MAGNUM:
I thought you let Tua go.
DAN: He came by to
see me last night.
Confessed to stealing the tuna.
Now that I get to keep
my boat, I rehired him.
Hopefully, our next catch
will get us both
back on our feet for good.
Good man, Dan.
So are you.
["Ulili E" by Makua Rothman
playing]
♪
[playful chatter]
RICK: So, was this case the big
payday you hoped it would be?
Well, funny you should ask.
[laughter]
Ouch.
Well, let's hope the, uh, the
next case isn't perishable.
Am I right?
Up high. Oh.
So, Thomas, how was
your date with Higgy?
[chuckles]It was definitely
not a date. Okay?
[laughs]
But I think I'm
winning her over.
Oh, yeah. Somehow I doubt that.
Here you go, Mr. Magnum.Ah, thanks, bud.
Good job, my guy.
Thanks, Coach.
Well, that's enough poke for me,
'cause somebody's got to do
some work around here.
See you guys later?Yup.
Think I got
to head out, too.
Thomas, I don't want
to impose on our friendship,
but I think I need
to ask a favor.What's that?
You see, when I was a kid,
I had these sea monkeys.
[laughing]:
Here we go.And one day I got home
and Mickey, Michael, Davy
and Peter were gone.
Now, I-I know cracking
cold cases is difficult,
but since finding seafood
is your specialty...
Let me save you the suspense.
Check the Chicago sewer.
I guarantee
your mom flushed them.
Case closed.
Damn. You're good.
[sniffs]
[sighs]
Hey, man, thanks for your help.
Absolutely, brother.
Just wish Nuzo was
here, you know.
Think he'd appreciate what
we did for his buddy.
I've been thinking
a lot about him lately.
Me, too.
Hey, don't forget to put that
in the fridge when you get home.
I know what I'm doing.
Oh, right. Right, of course.
Uh, you're Sherlox Holmes now.
Really? You're not gonna
let this go, are you?
Cod Almighty, man. No.
[engine starts]
MAGNUM: I woke up yesterday
thinking about Nuzo
and how much I miss him
and how one word
changed my life.
Sure, Robin Masters once
offered me his guest house,
but it actually all started
with Nuzo.
What if we could find
a way to stay together?
Me, You, Rick, TC. Somewhere
where the weather's nice,
a place that feels like
you're always on vacation.
Huh? 'Cause people
on vacation,
they don't think
about their problems.
The past is the past.
All they think about
is the good things ahead.
Thomas, we could
make that every day.
Especially after what
we've been through.
We deserve it.
You got a place in mind?
[chuckles] Yeah. I do.
MAGNUM:
Nuzo was right.
But Hawaii didn't just
keep us together.
It gave us purpose.
And yesterday that purpose was tracking down a giant tuna.
Tomorrow, who knows?
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