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["Smoke in My Coffee"
by Sandollar playing]

♪ Oh, yeah

♪ Remember when
you told me that ♪

♪ Everything will be okay...

You've taken the romance
to an 11 here, Mr. Magnum.

What's the occasion?

Just wanted to say how much I...

[dogs barking, growling]

How much...[dogs barking]

Guys, really?

[growling]

Are we really gonna
do this all night?

You were saying?

[sighs]

How much I've enjoyed these
last couple months together.

Yeah, I mean,
it has been pretty great.

Yeah.

And I have a feeling
it's just gonna get better.

[dogs growling]

[both chuckling]

♪ War, huh, yeah

♪ What is it good for? ♪ Absolutely nothing...

Where is he?

♪ Oh

♪ War, huh, yeah

♪ What is it good for?♪♪ Absolutely nothing...

You got this, brother.

♪ War, huh, good God

♪ What is it good for?♪

♪ You tell them,
say it, say it, say it... ♪

So you wanted to meet?

Yeah. You've been stealing
my clients, Kamekona.

[chuckles] Me?

Steal your clients?

I've been doing
these helicopter tour

way before you came
to this rock.

The way I look at it,
they're my clients

and you took them from me.

You're making plenty of paper.

I mean, you got
your shrimp truck,

booze cruises,
shave ice,

that Italian joint
those guys from 5-O sold you.

What about you?
You got this bar.

You partnered in it
with Rick, I hear.

[chuckles] Yeah,
but I'm losing money on this,

I'm not making
any money here.
RICK: Hey!

I heard that. That's hurtful.

Hey, it's true.

Look, both me and Rick
are hurting.

Making a better mai tai
might help.

That's hurtful, too.

Look, if it were just me,

I might be willing
to let this go,

but I got an employee
to keep on.

I'm thinking of him, too.

You're a good friend. Loyal.

I can respect that.

Maybe we can
split the business.

Any overflow
come either of our way,

we'll let the other have it.

That's what I'm talking about.
Deal.

Not done.

[sighs]

One day, I will come to you and
I'm gonna ask you for a favor,

and you're not
gonna refuse me.

We clear?

Okay. I'm not gonna refuse you.

All right.

All right, Kame.

[door opens]

[door closes]
Morning, Magnum.

Good morning.
Did I wake you?

Yes. I hope it's important.
You know I'm on a date, right?

I thought that
was last night.

It's one of those dates that
just keeps going and going

and going long
into the morning.

MAN:
Thanks for sharing, kid.

Back in my day, we used to keep
that kind of thing to ourselves.

It was called
being discreet.

Well, you know, discretion isn't
exactly Magnum's strong suit.

How you doing, Harry?Good to see you, Thomas.

What do you need?

I got a little case
I want to pass off to you.

I got a little medical matter
I need to attend to.

Everything okay?

I got a prostate
the size of an orange,

so I guess not,
but...

Anyway, I got to go
under the knife.

I guess the way
they cut away at this thing

is they run a rod
up your urethra.

48 hours.

In and out.MAGNUM: Okay,

now who's oversharing?

You asked.

Let's change the
subject, shall we?

Uh, who's the client
on this job?

Defense Attorney Abigail Miller.

Abby Miller?Why, you know her?

She and Magnum
are currently dating.

Yeah? Good for you, kid.

Gal seems to have it all:
brains, beauty.

Listen, no offense
to Harry, Magnum,

but why would Abby hire him
and not just come to you?

I'm sure it's
a long-standing case.

Just got hired two days ago.

Okay, well,
you probably worked together.

It's a question of loyalty.

Actually,
I never met her before.

HIGGINS: I don't mean
to pry or anything,

but is-is everything okay
between the two of you?

Everything's fine.

At least I thought it was.

Well, as much as I enjoy
discussing your love life,

this job is kind of
time-sensitive.

So I need someone
to take over now.

So you in or you out?

♪

[door closes]

How do you feel about
leftover steak with eggs?

Sounds great.

Hey, uh, why would you ask

Harry Brown to work a case

when you could've
just come to me?

[chuckles]
How did you hear about that?

He had something come up

and asked if we would
cover for him.

So...?

I don't think
it's a good idea

to mix personal
with professional.

Things can get messy.

And our relationship
is too important to me.

Okay,

I-I-I get that,
but, uh,

Higgins and I already agreed
to take the case.

I really wish
you hadn't.

Harry said

you needed
the job done fast,

and who else is gonna
be able to work the case

on such short notice and with
as much dedication as I would?

Probably no one.
Right.

We're professionals, okay?

We can keep our personal
and professional lives separate.

In the interest of time, okay,

I guess I can try
to make it work.

I'll go get changed
and, uh, catch you guys up.

So I recently defended local
English professor and novelist

Neal Conlan
in a murder trial.

He was charged with killing
his teaching assistant,

Tabitha Hall.

I remember hearing
about it on the news.

Uh, prosecution argued
it was a love affair gone bad.

Yeah.

Witnesses testified
their relationship

was unusually close.

They spent a lot of time
together outside the classroom,

including off campus.

Weren't there e-mails
that showed he was upset

when Tabitha got involved
with a new boyfriend?

Yes, but I argued that
he was just frustrated

that her relationship
was interfering

with her T.A. duties.

Although, it didn't help

our case that he was the last
person to see her alive.

They worked together
the weekend she disappeared.

I remember when HPD found
her car abandoned by the beach.

There was blood all over it--
her blood.

Sounds like the prosecution
had a decent case.

Yes,

but it was hard to prove

because they never
found Tabitha's body.

Plus,

there were plenty
of other suspects with motives

and means to kill her:
the jealous boyfriend,

roommate who owed her money,
rival teaching assistants.

Long list.

And that's what led
to the hung jury.

That doesn't mean that the P.A.
won't retry Conlan,

but if I could find
Tabitha's body,

it could implicate one
of these other suspects,

and finally prove
that my client

had nothing to do
with the murder.

So the job
is to find her corpse?

Yeah.

Thomas, is there a problem?

No, no.

We got this.

What's wrong?

What makes you think
anything's wrong?

Silence isn't like you
and it's--

dare I say it--
it's kind of worrying.

I guess this job
just doesn't make sense.

It makes perfect sense.

Keeping your
personal life separate

from your professional one
is a good policy.

No, that's not what I mean.

If we locate Tabitha's body,

the cops could find
forensic evidence

that would implicate Conlan.

Now, Abby's
a good lawyer.

Why risk it?

Perhaps because
she's just convinced

of her client's innocence.

Can't talk about
the Conlan case.

We're working with the defense,
so whatever you have,

we are entitled to it.KATSUMOTO: Thanks, Magnum.

I know the rules pertaining
to the discovery process.

Great, so it's time to share.

Okay, look,

you didn't hear this from me,

but there's nothing to share
because there is no case.

I thought Mr. Conlan's murder
trial result in a hung jury?

Yeah, but the prosecution's
not retrying it.

Did someone tell his lawyer?

KATSUMOTO: Well, I
assume she was there

when the prosecutor
told the judge in chambers.

Apparently the P.A.
doesn't think

he has enough evidence
to convict Conlan.

Plans to announce it
publicly in a day or two.

We done?

Thank you, Detective.

Yeah.

Why does Abby want us
to find a body

for a murder trial
that isn't happening?

I told you
something was off.

MAGNUM:
Abby,

so what's really
going on here?

Okay.

During the trial,

I really thought that
Conlan was innocent,

but after the hung jury,

he published this.

His second novel,
Strange Desire.

It's a dark coming-of-age story
about a young woman

who is eerily similar
to Tabitha

with intimate
details

that only somebody who had had
a personal relationship

with her would know.

I mean,
things I uncovered that

never came up in court,

that the prosecution and
everybody else was not privy to.

Like what?
Like...

Tabitha's favorite perfume, uh,

playlists, what she slept in.

Look,

the novel appears to reveal a
psychopathic obsession with her.

I've been a criminal
defense attorney

a long time.

I've spent
hundreds of hours

with Conlan, and now
every fiber in my being

tells me that
he murdered this girl

and that her body's out there
and may never be found.

And because of me,

this animal
will walk the streets.

You're not trying to find
Tabitha's body

to defend Conlan...

You want to bury the bastard.

Why weren't you straight
with me from the start?

Because what I'm doing
violates every oath

I've ever taken
as a lawyer.

Betraying my
client's trust,

revealing confidential
information,

being disloyal.But it's the right thing to do.

Morally, but not legally,
or ethically.

I could get
disbarred for this.

And anybody who helps me
could also pay a price.

I would never want
to put you or Higgins

in that type of
compromising position.

Yeah, that's not
what matters to me,

or Higgins.

Look, we could take
the lead on this.

You don't have to risk
your license.

I can't ask you to do that.You're not.

We want to.

[chuckles] You know,
my whole career,

I've always identified
with my clients.

The innocent,
the wrongfully accused.

Maybe I was just
convincing myself

that they were being
treated unfairly

so that I could do the job.
[chuckles]

Let's get this guy.

From these reports,
it appears that HPD

were quite thorough
in their search for Tabitha.

I mean, they spent weeks
scouring every place

she frequented
and where she was last seen.

And yet they
turned up nothing.

It's possible that
they missed something.

Some kind of clue.

What about you, Abby?
Anything in your notes?

You spent a lot
of time with Conlan.

No, he was careful
not to provide any leads

about where
she might be.

What if we're going about this
the wrong way,

looking through files
and notes for leads?

If we want
to find her body,

we should get Conlan
to lead us to it.

By making him think
he has a reason to go to it.

That's brilliant.What'd you say I was again?

I didn't mean
you were brilliant,

I meant the idea.[chuckles] You know
how to do it, right?

Yeah, we give him a good scare.

[overlapping chatter]

Sorry.

I had no idea
you were coming by.

Sorry I didn't
call ahead.

I needed to see you right away.

Um, look, the P.A. is thinking
of retrying your case.

But you said he wasn't.

That was before they had
a lead on Tabitha's body.

My source at HPD
says a tip came in

and the police could be
close to finding her.

That's good, isn't it? Right?
I mean, they could find evidence

that clears me
once and for all, right?

Possibly.

Either way,
you need to be prepared.

We could have to go through this
whole process all over again.

Well, I am innocent and I have
the best lawyer on the island,

so I'm not worried.

Good. Listen,
I will let you know

if I hear anything else.

Thank you, Abby,
thank you.

Nice to see you.Mm-hmm.

Yeah.
You, too.

[cell phone rings]

[beeps]Did he buy it?

ABBY:
Hope so.

Do you really think
this will work?

HIGGINS:
If he's worried enough,

he'll want to check the location
where he buried Tabitha.

ABBY:
Okay. Just don't lose him.

Oh, we won't.

Also, try not to get made.
You are driving a yellow

Lamborghini, after all.

MAGNUM: Yeah, that's why
I went with the SUV.

Okay, it doesn't stick out
as much as the sports model,

but it is still
pretty noticeable, Magnum.

[engine revs]

This is a good place
for a body dump.

What's he doing?

If he thinks HPD
is headed this way,

maybe he brought a shovel
to move the body.

Unless he suddenly
got an urge

to do an aerial tour
of the island.

Bet he's using
that drone

to see if the location's
been disturbed.
Mm-hmm.

Magnum,
we can't lose it.
I won't.

Trust me.

Turn right, turn right.I got it.

Now go left, left, left, left,
left, left, left, left.

We're gonna
run out of road.

What're you doing?

Calling for help.

[cell phone rings]

Hey, Higg. What's up?

I'm a little
busy here.

TC, I don't have time
to explain.

We need you to track a drone
that is flying near Manoa Falls.

Tell Thomas I'm working.

Later.HIGGINS: No, no, no.

TC, TC, this is
really important.

It's about
a murdered girl.

Please. TC?

I'll be right there.

Okay, folks, there's been a change of plans.

I heard about
a beautiful rainbow

about two miles from here.
Hang on.

Okay, turn here.

Where's TC?

[helicopter approaching]There!

TC, the drone
is nearing the falls.

TC: All right,
I'm almost there.

Can you see it, TC?

Okay, I got eyes on.

It appears to be

hovering over a clearing
near the falls.

Maybe that's where
he buried the body.

There's only one way
to find out.

I'm pretty sure this is
where it was hovering.

Anybody got any Band-Aids?Band-Aids?

Yeah, there's blisters
all over my feet.

I wore the wrong shoes.
I wish somebody

would've told me
this is what we were doing.

My feet are toast.

I'm about to have
a damn heatstroke.

You'll live.

Okay, I see a couple of spots

without a lot
of tree roots and rocks.

Over there...

and over by
the Kali grass.

Good places to bury a body.

HIGGINS: Right.
We'll take one each.

TC, you come with me.

Let's do it.

Man, did you bring
anything to eat?

Ate before I came.

I wish somebody
would've told me that.

I really do.

You think anyone's ever died
from eating a shoe?

[metallic thud]

Hey, Rick.

Rick, listen.

[metallic thuds]

Yeah. Hang on.

Yup, out here.

That's an oil drum.

Yeah, looks like it.

Let's get the lid off.

[both groan]

[coughs]
Higgins!

TC!

We got a body
over here!

We found a body.

Oh, God.
[groans]

So did we.

We confirmed one of the bodies
is Tabitha Hall.

The other's a Jane Doe.

Her prints and DNA
weren't in the system.

But the M.E. determined that
she was killed five years ago.

Any evidence tying
the bodies to Conlan?Nothing.

Your guy was careful.

We're working on tracing
the sale of the drums,

but you can get them
at a lot of places.

But Conlan's drone
lead us to the bodies.

Surely, that's enough
to retry him.

I thought you were working
with Abby on this. Now you want

Conlan retried?

We were just wondering
if the P.A. could use

how the bodies were found
against him.

Drones fly over that area
all the time,

so it can be explained
away at trial.

Bottom line: the prosecutor
won't retry Conlan

without an airtight case,
and we still don't have one.

You need to eat, Juliet.

And sleep.

Now that the case is reopened,
there's no need to rush it.

I tried,

but I couldn't
help myself.

I've been up all night
looking into Conlan's past.

Looking for clues
about Jane Doe's identity?

Yeah.
I've been searching

through his social media,
trying to find some connection

to any missing women, like
university students or staff.

If I can link him
to our Jane Doe's murder,

I can link him to Tabitha's.

Did you turn up anything?

Just that Conlan went

from an ordinary
English professor

to a celebrated author
practically overnight

with his first book,
uh, Night Song.

It was so incredibly popular
that they gave him

a huge advance
to write the second one,

which is the novel he wrote
about Tabitha.

[sighs]
Poor girls.

Buried and forgotten.

Not forgotten.

[sighs]
Hey, Kumu.

Something's wrong
with that bacon.

It's vegan.

Mystery solved.

You look bleary-eyed.
Were you up all night as well?

Yep. Up all night reading.

Night Song.

Cover to cover.

I figured if Conlan wrote
about Tabitha in his last book,

in his last book, maybe he
wrote about his first victim

in his first book.

Which, by the way, came out
after Jane Doe was killed.

It's a dark story

about this young woman who, uh,

plays the clarinet and
loves the Seattle Seahawks.

I wonder if any of that lines up
with any additional information

HPD has about our Jane Doe.

I don't know. But I'll find out.

NOELANI:
Sorry, but I can't discuss

what I found out about Jane Doe.

Not even for a two-for-one
La Mariana drink coupon?

[sighs]

This is handwritten.

And you misspelled "coupon."

Don't worry about it.

Rick knows
my writing.

He'll still honor it.

Mr. Magnum,
as an official employee

of the medical
examiner's office,

I am prohibited
from accepting gifts.

He's right behind me, isn't he?

Now that we
discovered the bodies

and reopened the
investigation,

we can't share anything
more with you.

Hold on.

We discovered the bodies
and told you about them.

Look, we're both looking
for the truth here.

Dr. Cunha, did your exam reveal

anything else?

Uh, not much other than
the approximate age she was

when she was killed,
which was around 18.

Also, there is a small

Seattle Seahawks tattoo
on her right ankle.

That's just like Zoey Taylor.Who?

It's the main character
from Conlan's first novel.

Is there a connection?There could be.

I'm assuming you did
a facial reconstruction of her

so we can see
what she looked like?

This is based off
of craniofacial measurements,

so it's not an exact image.

I ran it through our databases,
but no hits.

Magnum, you find out
anything else, you let me know.

Don't I always?

HIGGINS:
Does Katsumoto know

that I'm hacking the university
where Conlan teaches?

I'm sure he's counting on it.

If we can match this image

to one of the photos
in the student ID system,

we can help
identify Jane Doe,

and if she was enrolled here
five years ago,

we can connect her to Conlan.

So I'm searching for female
students with home addresses

in the Northwest
of the United States

because that's where
the main character

in his first novel is from.

MAGNUM:
Wendy Mills
from... Oregon.

Makes sense if she was
a fan of the Seahawks.

She, uh, majored in English
and minored in music.

One of her professors
was Conlan.

Intro to Creative Writing.

It says here that
she didn't return to school

after her first semester.

I wonder if I google Wendy,
I can find out more about her.

MAGNUM:
Memorial page.

People think she's dead.

She hasn't been seen
in five years.

She's our Jane Doe.

ABBY:
Ms. Mills,

are you aware of any connection

between Wendy and a professor
named Neal Conlan?

I never heard of him, but...

my daughter didn't share much,
even before she left home.

She was always alone, writing.

Journals and
short stories.

Even a novel.

She was very good.

She left printouts
of her writing

if you'd like to see then.

Sure.

"I walk a lonely street.

"Car horns blare,
a plane flies over

"and dogs...

bark in t-tempo."

What is it?

The writing is almost identical
to the writing

in Conlan's
first novel.

HIGGINS:
What?

Let me see.

Five years ago, Conlan goes
from obscure professor

to famous novelist overnight
by publishing

a coming-of-age story...That he didn't write.

We were wrong about his motive.

It wasn't about his
relationship with these girls.

If they were both
unknown authors

with unpublished
novels...

Conlan killed them so that
he could steal their stories

and publish them as his own.

HIGGINS:
The writing similarities
between Wendy and Conlan

are significant.

But still not enough
to convict him.

All you have is a
sample of Wendy's book.

Not the entire thing.

And I'm sure he erased
whatever trail connected them,

so all we have is conjecture,
no hard evidence.

"We"?

Are you saying
you want Conlan caught now?

Aren't you supposed
to be defending him?

ABBY:
Uh, let's just say

I've had
a change of heart.

Well, that's nice to hear.

Unfortunately, though, you're
right. We still have no proof.

But Conlan doesn't know that.

What if we make him
think that, uh,

Wendy's mother has information
that could implicate him?

If he makes
a move on her,

he'll show himself
to be the killer he is.

He did act when Abby fed him

that false information
about the body,

and we know
he's murdered before.

You're pitching we nail him
with a sting operation

that uses Wendy's grieving mom
as bait,

hoping he'll try
to kill her?

That is your plan.

We don't have to use
her actual mother.

I could pretend to be her.

Look, I appreciate
the offer, but...

you're a little young
to be Wendy's mom.

Then use me.

I'm about the right age,
the right ethnicity.

And I'm up to speed

on all the details
of the case.

How many female undercover
officers do you have

who could check all those boxes?

Look, I'm not using
a civilian for this.

What choice do you have?

Are you gonna wait for hard
evidence to magically appear?

This bastard could murder again.

And I met Wendy's mom.

The pain of losing a child
with no justice.

We need to get justice
for these girls.

Let me do this.

ABBY:
I'm sure you heard
about the bodies.

Made national news.

Yeah. I feel
awful for Tabitha

and, uh, whoever
that other girl was.

Have the police
identified her?

They're not saying.

But I got a call from a woman

who claims to have information
about the case.

What's weird
is that she's from Oregon.

Oregon?

Yeah, that is weird.

She suggested she wants money.

Given that you've been accused
of the crime, she...

well, probably
made something up

to try to make
a buck off of you.

Her name is, um...

Claire Mills?

Doesn't ring a bell.

I have
her Facebook profile photo.

Let's see.

Yeah, no, I don't know her.

Yeah.

I mean, I didn't think so.

She flew in.
She wants to meet me today

at noon
at the Kailua Plaza Hotel.

Did she say what she had?

Uh, she just said documents.
Frankly, I'm glad she came,

because this way, I can
tell her in person to get lost.

Please do that.

Still no sign of Conlan?

No, not yet.What if he knows
we're watching?

There are undercover officers
all over this place.

Trust me, our guys know how
to stay out of sight.

There's also a chance
Conlan thinks it's too risky

to go after Claire Mills.

KUMU:
Maybe I should walk
through the hotel.

If Conlan is scoping it out

and sees me,
he might try something.

Absolutely not. You stay put.

We've got your room covered.

I'm not putting you in
any unnecessary danger.

[alarm blaring]

HIGGINS:
Kumu, what's going on?

It's the fire alarm.MAN [over speaker]:
Please exit

the hotel immediately.

Proceed
to the nearest stairwell.

Do not use the elevator.

This is not a drill.

Kumu, go to your protection
detail in the next room.

Stay with them.Okay.

Garcia, Makani,
she's coming to you.

[breaking up]:
Repeat. Say again. Repeat.

They can't hear you.

Garcia, she's coming to you!

[indistinct chatter]

This way, please.I-I have to...

Ma'am, please,
this is not a drill.I have to be...

We need to evacuate
the building.
I...

Now. Let's go, ma'am.
Keep it moving.

She's headed into the stairwell.

Guys, get to the lobby
right now.

[alarm continues blaring]

I don't see her.

[indistinct chatter]

Higgins.

They're sending
everyone this way.

[overlapping shouting]

It's this way.

Conlan must have
pulled the fire alarm

to draw her out.

He's got Kumu.

Get a BOLO out
on Neal Conlan.
Yes, sir.

This whole area's
a blind spot.

We got to check
traffic cameras,

see if we can get a car
leaving the alley.

I got guys pulling footage.The fact

that Conlan didn't kill Kumu

here at the hotel must mean

that he believes
that she is Claire Mills.

And he needs to keep her
alive in order to find out

what she has on him.

She doesn't have anything.

No, I think
Higgins is right.

As long as Kumu maintains
her cover

and makes him
think she does,

he's not gonna kill her.

In case you
were wondering,

that's chloroform
wearing off, Ms. Mills.

As long as you
answer my questions,

we won't be needing this.

Now, I understand
you have

some information about me
that you want to sell.

Yes, I do.

So what is it?

[exhales]

Wendy...

wrote letters to me about you.

What exactly did she write?

She said you were interested
in the book she was writing.

Then I found

the outline to her novel.

It's like the story
in your book.

Where are the letters
and the outline?

Where... are they?

My nephew Tom has them.

He came with me.

I can get him
to bring them to you.

Just... please don't shoot me.

HIGGINS:
I don't see Conlan

or his car.

[phone rings]

Hello?

Tom. It's Aunt Claire.

[very quietly]:
It's Kumu.

Hello, Aunt Claire.

Where are you?

Wa'ahila Ridge.

I-I just needed to be alone
for a bit.

Can you bring the letters
Wendy wrote to me?

And her book outline, too?

Yeah, I can...

I can do that.

You okay?

[cocks gun]

Yes.

Just hurry.

Take the trail up.

[beeps]

I'm mobilizing a SWAT unit.

Hold on. I could deliver
the stuff to Conlan.

There's no way I'm handing him
another hostage.

I was a Navy SEAL.
This guy's a fake novelist.

Who's killed two women.

And there is less likely

to be a third
with Magnum there.

If Conlan sees
your SWAT team,

he'll kill Kumu.
At least Magnum

can distract him long enough for
you to get your team in place.

Get Magnum some Kevlar.

You're not going in there
without some protection.And a wire.

Look, this guy's going
to prison, regardless.

Maybe we can get this
son of a bitch on tape

admitting what he did.

Close enough.

Okay.

Just... take it easy.

I have a shot.

Wait, not yet.

What do you mean?
We have a shot.

Just give Magnum a minute.

He'll get Conlan
to admit what he did.

How do you know that?Because I know Magnum.

Detective, if Juliet thinks
Thomas can do it, I do, too.

She knows him best.

Tell your sniper to hold.

Hold your fire.

I want the letters
and the outline.

Come on! Toss 'em over!

MAGNUM:
Okay, okay, but...

I need to know
what happened to Wendy.

I swear that
I will kill her.

You're probably
gonna kill us both either way.

But first I need to know...

what happened to Wendy.

Please.

Did she suffer?

No.

Why'd you do it?

She had something
I wanted, okay?

Come on!

What--

I have a shot.

Go.

Execute.

[screaming]

Are you okay?Yeah.

You okay?

You did good, Kumu.

Yeah, I did.You did really good.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[Kumu panting]

[indistinct P.A. announcement]

Hey, buddy.

Harry.

How you doing?
How'd your surgery go?

They said it went good.

But call me tomorrow morning,
ask me how many times

I had to get up and take a leak
in the middle of the night...

Yeah. Getting old
is not fun.

HARRY:
Yeah, you got no idea.

What are you, about 40?

Something like that.

You enjoy your youth, Thomas.

It goes quick.Yes, sir.

So, how's the case going?

Oh, the case.

Well...

the case is over.

Really? Good result?

I think, considering
the circumstances, it...

went as well
as it possibly could have.

I'll tell you what,
I'll let you buy me a beer,

and tell you all about it.

You got a deal.

Thanks for the pickup, buddy.No problem.

[ukulele strumming]

♪ Well, I open up my eyes

♪ To a beautiful sunrise

♪ Love is all I feel

♪ Inside

[whistling]

♪ Looks like I

♪ Woke up late

♪ Can you tell me, is it fate?

♪ That you were with me...

So we good
now that we did you that favor?

What favor?

Letting your cousin
play on stage.

That's not a favor.
I just asked you

if my cousin could play here,
and TC said yes.

Don't worry, I'll let you know
when I got that favor to ask.

Want to say
I'm surprised, Kame,

but nothing surprises me
with you, pal.

I like it.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ Yes, I've fallen, fallen

♪ Head over heels

[slurping nearby]

[continues slurping]

Harry, can I get you
another mai tai?

Well, I really
shouldn't be drinking

so soon after surgery, but...
who the heck am I kiddin'?

Fill 'er up,
and don't stop

unless I try to get up
on stage and sing.

[laughter]RICK: You sure?

I hear your cover of "Toxic"
is pretty damn good.

[laughter]

Hey.Hey.

Saved you a spot.

♪ Don't wake me, please

What's wrong?

Uh...

the state bar heard
about what I did

and revoked my law license.

Why?

I mean, because of you
a killer's gonna spend

the rest of his life
in prison, and...

the families of two victims are
gonna have some kind of closure.

Doesn't really factor in.

Well, what are you gonna do?

I am going to start
a pro bono law center,

so that I can help people
who really need it.

That's great.

But, um...

I'm gonna do it on the mainland.

♪ I've fallen, fallen...

[chuckles]
You're moving?

Well, I don't really have
a choice.

I can't practice here.

Well, that's fine.
I mean, we'll just figure out...

No.

We can't.

What are you...?

I'm not sure that I'm the girl
for you, Thomas.

What do you mean?

What we've had has been great,

but I don't know
that it can go beyond that.

Aw, come on, Abby...I've given this

a lot of thought.

And I think that there might be
somebody else out there

who is better suited for you.

Somebody who knows you
in a way that...

nobody else ever will.

Trust me. You'll see.

Goodbye, Thomas.

♪

She ain't stayin'?

No, she had something
to take care of.

[clears throat]

So, what are we drinking?

HARRY:
What do you got?

[laughs]

I'll put it on your tab.

HARRY: Arr,
rum's my drink.

[laughter]

RICK:
I can't afford to
drink in my own bar.

[indistinct chatter continues]

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