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♪ Well, you can tell
by the way I use my walk ♪

♪ I'm a woman's man, no time to talk ♪

♪ Music loud and women warm

♪ I've been kicked around
since I was born ♪

♪ Now it's all right, it's okay ♪

♪ You may look the other way

♪ Whether you're a brother
or whether you're a mother ♪

♪ You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive ♪

♪ Feel the city breaking
and everybody shaking, people ♪

♪ Stayin' alive, stayin' alive

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah

Looking good, Kumu.

Just trying to stay alive!

Care to join me?

I'm beat.

Besides, you'd make me look bad anyway.

You know it.

Have fun.

♪ Oh, get low.

There was barely a whisper

when Harold was crowned
by the Archbishop of York,

though, later, there was quite a scandal

when many claimed the ceremony
was, in fact, performed

- by Stigand, the uncanonically elected
- Higgy.

- Archbishop of Canterbury.
- Higgy.

Higgy!

Ealdred would go on
to advise King Edward...

Oh, my God.
You're getting water everywhere.

Relax. It's just some drops.

- I-I'll wipe it off.
- Wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait. No, I can handle it.

Why are you in here half-naked anyway?

Well, I was taking a shower,
and the lights

kept flickering on and off like crazy.

Is something wrong with the panel?

No, there's nothing wrong.

This little device allows me

to remotely switch on and off
all the smart lights

around the property to conserve energy.

Seems that someone,
who shall remain nameless,

has been leaving their lights on
when they're not around,

which is contributing to
his sky-high electricity bill.

Plus, it's just not very green.

So switching the lights
off when I'm showering

is somehow going green?

No, no. That's just me
having a little fun.

Can you find some other way
to amuse yourself?

Well, actually, I've been listening

to a really fascinating podcast

on the Battle of Hastings.

Battle of Hastings.

I know the Battle of Hastings.

That's when England got their
butts kicked by the French,

like, a thousand years ago.

And, uh, it was right off

the southern coast of Britain, I believe.

Right?

Pretty bad home loss
for you guys. I'm just saying.

I'd prefer to call it
a temporary setback for Blighty.

You know, not to put any pressure on you,

but is there any movement
on that whole...

Thomas Magnum versus MI6 decision?

I've told you, I'm
still thinking about it.

I'm weighing up my options.

You're leaning towards MI6, aren't you?

I'm not leaning either way.

What's with all the tidying up?

We have VIPs coming to town, remember?

Robin's publisher's son and his fiancée.

They're staying in the guesthouse

- for the weekend.
- Yes. Forgot about that.

It's all right. I booked
you into the Hilton

- Hawaiian Village.
- Oh, you did?

That's great. They have a really
nice pool bar over there.

The inconvenience only
covers the room and tax.

No incidentals.

So you will be responsible
for those expenses.

Although, of course,
you'll probably just...

mooch some beers off

your BFF Rick and transport
them to the pool.

I know. You can even
get TC to fly some in.

Very funny.

Juliet,

you must tell Mr. Masters'
guests to find a hotel.

- Why?
- I just found

a dead owl down by the beach.

Why would our guests change their plans

because of a dead bird?

Because our pueo is no ordinary bird.

In Hawaiian culture, it's an aumakua,

a guardian spirit,

one who has watched over and
protected this estate for years.

Without that protection,

I'm afraid bad things will happen.

Kumu, you don't
actually believe in all that...

superstition and mythology, do you?

Why not?

I mean...

I don't know,
take my Tigers cap, for example.

I bought it midway
through the 2012 season,

wore it for every game and what happened?

Tigers won the American League pennant.

Right. So your...

hat is to thank for that, is it?

- Well, you can't say it wasn't.
- Very well.

Then how do you explain
all the subsequent failures?

A superstition is just...

a trick of the mind.

Statistically, it doesn't hold up.

Suit yourself.

But don't say I didn't warn you.

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♪ Beautiful ocean and that palm trees ♪

♪ Sun is always shining,
feel that cool breeze ♪

♪ Why you in a hurry,
no need rush things ♪

♪ Just sit back and cruise 'em,
what will be will be... ♪

So, I diagnosed your problem.

Yeah? What's the issue?

You. For a guy who ran a club,

you don't know jack
about maintaining a beer tap.

You've got yeast buildup in your lines,

and the... there's not enough
air pressure in the system.

Okay, but can you fix it?

Shammy the man.

Thank you, sir. I appreciate you,

and I appreciate your service.

Hang on.

Just want to be clear about something.

If I drink this, that is not me accepting

this beer as payment for my work here.

No, of course not. I got cash.

I'm good for it. Hey.

Noah, get over here, man.

Dude, it's 4:00. You're late.

Yeah, I know. I tried
to get here fast as I could.

See, the thing is...

I don't want to hear any excuses, man.

I gave you a job, didn't I?

Now, you need to show up and earn it.

And part of that is showing up on time.

I don't think that's too much to ask.

Yeah. You're right. Sorry.

Get to work.

What?

You talk to a grown-ass man like that?

What? I'm supposed
to let the guy off the hook?

He's 20 minutes late.

No, but maybe the stress
of taking this joint over

is getting to you

and you just took it out
on one of your employees.

All right, maybe you guys have a point.

Look, man, you just got to relax.

Take it from a guy
that started his own business.

The early days are the worst.

You're gonna have a lot
of sleepless nights.

But it gets a little better.

It's not taking this place over
that's got me stressed.

It's the fact that you backed me, man.

I don't want to let you down.

I don't want you to let me down either.

I ain't Robin.

I do not have money to burn.

But I believe in you.

And, look, if this doesn't work out,

I'll be a little tight.

But I won't have any regrets.

Thanks, man.

Hey. Noah.

Hey, man. Let me talk to you for a sec.

Hey.

Listen, man. I'm sorry about before.

I had no right to speak to you that way.

No, it's cool.

You okay?

Yeah.

See, the thing is, my car got stolen.

And that was the reason why I was late.

Sorry to hear that, man.

All my clothes and everything
was in there,

including my Marine uniform.

Wait, you mean to tell me that
you're living out of your car?

Man, I lost everything.

Well, let me advance you some salary.

- No, it's okay.
- No, no, please.

I-I want this to be more
than a place of work, you know?

I want the people here to be like family.

One that looks out for each other.

I appreciate it, but
I still can't take your money.

All right, look, I-I got
a couple buddies at the HPD.

Let me make some calls
and see what I can do.

Thank you.

♪ I don't want to work ♪

♪ I want to bang on the drum all day ♪

Yes?

Higgy.

Hey, I got a great idea.

How would you feel about
joining me for the weekend?

Uh, separate rooms, of course.

I'm expecting guests, remember?

Kumu can watch 'em. It's fine.

Well, yes, except it isn't

Kumu's responsibility, is it?

It's mine.

Besides which...

why on earth would I want
to spend the weekend with you?

Well, because it'll give me
one last chance

to convince you to be my partner.

You see, I-I think you like this.

I think... you enjoy being courted.

It's some weird connection to
you never dating as a teenager.

Oh, I'm sorry we weren't all
on the pull like some people.

- "On the pull"?
- It's British

for messing around with
random strangers, constantly.

And, no, I didn't date a lot
as a teenager.

But I'll have you know

that I did actually entertain
one or two...

rather... fetching callers.

Okay, so you didn't kiss a boy
until you were an adult.

That's nothing to be ashamed of.

Is this really how you intend

to convince me to be
your partner, Magnum?

By ridiculing me?

That's not a very good strategy.

Ooh, got to go.

Guests have arrived.

Oh, I still can't believe

that we actually get
to stay at the estate

where Robin Masters created
the White Knight novels.

Are you a White Knight fan?

Huge fan.

That is true.

I even attempted to write
some fan fiction last year.

It was terrible.

I liked it.

My dad told me that some of the stuff

in the book actually happened.

That the White Knight
was based on a real Navy SEAL.

Now, did Masters
ever tell you who that was?

Well, I'm sorry to say that Robin

never shared that secret.

Aw, come on.

Come on. We won't tell anybody.

I'm afraid I don't know.

Find that hard to believe.

Well,

be that as it may,

it's the truth.

Oh, let me clear these for you.

Oh, no, please let us clear.
It's the least we can do.

No, no, no. Please, you
are... you are our guests.

Oh, remember to save the bones
for the lads.

Actually,

where are the lads?

Zeus! Apollo!

That's in the guesthouse.

Did you put them in the guesthouse?

No.

Think you're outgunned there, honey.

Right. I'm gonna go out on a limb

and say that neither of you
are related to Robin

or his publisher in any way.

What gave that away?

So, what did you do?

Hack into Robin's account

and send me an e-mail,
pretending to be him?

Then I'm assuming
you configured his account

to reroute any correspondence

from me directly to an account
under your control.

That's close enough.

One step further, and he's
gonna put a hole in Ms. Tuileta.

Good girl.

Now, where are the controls
for the main gate?

What do you want?

We want your boss's safe.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you.

You've come a very long way for nothing.

Mr. Masters doesn't have
a safe on this property.

Well, we have a very reliable
source that says different.

And according to him, there's a
hidden wall safe in the study.

Try to make yourself confortable.

Now do you believe me about the aumakua?

Kumu, I will never doubt you ever again.

Hey, look who I just saw
in the, uh, parking lot.

Gordy's in the house.

I thought you were laid up at the Hilton.

No. On my way there now.

I just want to stop
and grab a drink real quick.

How about one of those, uh,
"friend of the owner" beers?

Sorry, pal. No more freebies here.

Hey, the brother's
just trying to run a business.

Hey. How's it going, Detective?

Katsumoto, thank you for coming.

Well, it sounded pretty urgent.
What's going on?

One of my employees had his car stolen.

You said on the phone that a
serious crime had been committed.

Yeah, and it was.

All of his stuff was in that car.

You do know I'm
Robbery-Homicide, right? I mean,

auto theft's a little
beneath my pay grade.

I think you're picking up some bad habits

from Magnum, calling
on friends for favors.

So you won't help.

Here's an idea. Why not ask

everyone's favorite pet
detective to look for the car.

Okay, that-that hurt.

- Good.
- Look,

Thomas, he-he's a one-man show.

You, you got, like,
a whole police force at your disposal.

- Yeah.
- To investigate serious crimes.

Murders. Assaults. Abductions.

I mean, I'm sorry. A stolen car
doesn't fall into that category.

Okay, maybe not.

But Noah, he's a veteran.

U.S. Marine. He served our country.

He deserves our help.

I'll put an alert out,
put some pressure on patrol.

That's the best I can do.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Can I offer you
a "friend of the owner" beer?

No, I'm still on duty.

I'll call you if I hear anything, okay?

TC. Shammy.

- Good seeing you.
- All right.

Uh, you see that? The guy
didn't even acknowledge me.

He's not gonna forgive me, is he?

Probably no time soon.

How about that "friend of
the owner" beer he passed up on?

You know what?

Break out that wallet you got there,

you can have all the beers you want.

All right.

I'm out.

Oh.

So that's it?

No beer. Got to go.

Surprise, surprise.

I just remembered
I left my Tigers cap at home.

Oh, no, forget that.

Let me sell you a La Mariana cap.

It's my lucky cap.

Tigers are playing tomorrow.

We need the win,
so I got to be wearing it.

See you guys.

Oh, yeah.

That's what I'm talking about.

You have the code?

What's wrong?

I don't know.

I bet you wish you stayed in London

and took that job.

Thought had occurred to me.

Have you decided anything yet?

No.

You're really dragging this out,
aren't you?

I didn't expect to.

I really thought I'd say yes
as soon as I got to London.

What stopped you?

I began to wonder...

if the job would mean anything
without Richard.

I don't know that it would.

So why are you still considering it?

Because perhaps I'm wrong.

Or...

you're too scared to stay here.

Meaning?

There are people here
you've gotten close to.

That frightens you.

Masters changed the code
to the safe, didn't he?

The one we had, 695101...

it's not working.

I already told you, we don't
know anything about any safe.

See, I find that hard to believe.

What's the code?

Oh! For God's sakes, we don't know it.

Enough lies. I want the damn code.

- Please.
- Listen,

she doesn't know the code.

But I do.

Well, I have to admit, I'm impressed.

Most people would've
given up the code by now.

I'm not most people.

We can do this all night.

Even if I give you the code?

What are you hoping to find in the safe?

This isn't Mr. Masters'
primary residence,

which means there won't be
anything in there of any value.

Well, if there's nothing of value,

then why don't you just give us the code.

And I think we all know

there's something valuable
in there, don't we?

Information. Specifically,

the answer to Sam's question

he asked you at dinner.

You want to know the identity
of the White Knight.

And you think Robin
just keeps that secret

- here in his safe?
- Well, we know

for a fact that he keeps all his research

for his novels at this estate,

where most of those books were written.

So, somewhere in the notes,
transcripts and recordings,

you believe there to be
the name of the Navy SEAL

that the Knight is based on.

Well...

you're going through
a hell of an effort to get

that information, which makes you either

the most disturbed White Knight
fans I've ever met...

...or you want to ask him

about something in one of the books.

That's it, isn't it?

This must be personal,

the amount of effort you're going to.

Actually, we're just the hired help.

Like you.

Just doing it for the money.

All right. So who hired you?

Don't worry about that.

Okay. So,

you find out the identity
of the White Knight. What then?

That's not up to us, but I am certain

that it is not gonna end well for him.

I'm getting real impatient.

Either you give us that code soon,

or I'm-a bring that old lady
up here, and I'm-a treat her

the exact same way I'm treating you.

And I suspect she won't be as resilient.

You'd be surprised.

What is it?

There's a Ferrari in the driveway.

I thought you said Magnum was
supposed to be gone this weekend.

I don't control Magnum.
He does what he wants.

He's probably here just...

He forgot something.

He'll be gone in a few minutes.

Jam the cell phones and then find him.

I think it's time
we interrogate Ms. Tuileta.

No, I'm telling you, she doesn't...

She doesn't know anything.

She's the curator of the estate.

Why would she know the code?

You'd be wasting your time.

Come on.

You didn't have
to sacrifice yourself for me.

It wasn't just for you.

Battle strategy, Kumu.

I'm sorry?

I had to see what we're dealing with,

how many gunmen are upstairs.

I was taking inventory of the situation.

Well, while you were doing that,

I-I was racking my brain,
trying to figure out

who told Sam and Lina

about Mr. Masters' safe.

I was also trying to knock
that bottle off...

off onto the floor.

I figure we could use the
broken glass to cut these ties.

Of course, we'd still be locked in here.

Well, hopefully by that time,

Magnum will have figured out
where we are.

How? Thomas is gone for the weekend.

He's come back for some reason.

The Ferrari's in the driveway.

Is there any way to signal him?

Yeah, maybe.

Can you... reach my pocket?

You got it?

Yeah. The remote for the lights?

- Yeah.
- What are you gonna do with this?

I have an idea.

I just hope that Magnum

was paying attention
at the Naval Academy.

Higgins?

Three dots, three dashes,

three dots.

That's not Higgins messing with me again.

That's an SOS.

You better be looking for loose change.

Uh...

is this 2432 Portlock Road?

No.

My bad. It's the wrong house. Uh...

you don't mind if I just
jump back in the car and...

Walk.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

I'm sorry about what I said earlier.

About you being afraid
to get close to people.

- It was out of line.
- No, no, it's all right.

People tend to be brutally
honest in situations like this.

Um...

You're not wrong.

I am frightened.

I know.

After all you've been through...

it's hard, but...

if we get out of this,

you can't go through the rest
of your life like that.

What are you doing?

I think...

I have a way to get us out. Hold that.

I hope your plan isn't
to saw through the lock

with that tiny blade.

Not exactly.

This thermometer doesn't use
mercury, but gallium.

It alloys with most metals.

So when it comes
into contact with the lock,

it should diffuse
into the grain boundaries,

weakening the iron to the point
where it becomes extremely brittle

and will crumble and break.

You never cease to amaze me, Juliet.

This fallout shelter was built

by the former owners
of the estate back in the '60s.

It was supposed to save them
from a nuclear winter.

Now I just hope it can save me
from Mr. Gunman out there.

Hello?

Is anyone out there?

Is anybody out there?

- Hello?
- Hello?

Yes!

Yes, my name is Thomas Magnum.
I need help...

All right, now let's see what kind

of party favors The Rock is carrying.

Brick of C-4.

One detonator.

These should come in pretty handy.

911. What's your emergency?

Listen, get everyone you can
over to Robin's Nest!

Sir, hello? Sir, are you all right?

Hello? Sir, are you all right?

We're gonna need everything you've got.

To Robin's Nest. Every cop. Please.

Quickly.

Please leave a message.

It's Katsumoto.

Dispatch just put an alert out.

They've got units
heading to Robin's Nest.

What the hell's going on? Call me.

Oh, my God.

You got something?

You're not gonna believe this.

The White Knight?

It's Thomas Magnum.

The guy who lives in the guesthouse?

I guess Masters wanted to make sure

his golden goose was comfortable.

We have a problem.

- What is it?
- They're gone.

What are you talking about?

I checked the cellar. It's empty.

- They're out.
- How?

Does it matter? Find them and kill them.

But we need Magnum alive.

Are you sure we should be doing this?

We need to disable their means of escape

before we can make our advances.
Classic battle strategy.

Hey!

Thomas Magnum, I presume?

Or should I say the White Knight?

Get to work.

It's been a rough night.

Don't think I won't shoot.

Put him in the car.

It's immobile. Tires are slashed.

Then find another car.

Keep going.

Kumu!

- Kumu! What?!
- They've got Thomas.

They stole your car.
I couldn't stop them.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to access live
satellite coverage so that I can

track the Range Rover.

Get back.

Detective.

What the hell happened here?

- It's a long story.
- Let's just say we had

some rather unruly guests,

all armed and well-trained.

Where's Magnum?

They've grabbed him and they've taken
off in one of Mr. Masters' cars.

Any idea where they are?

I'm trying to access
some live satellite footage,

but I feel that by the time
the sat realigns,

they're going to be out
the coverage area.

- Evan Butler.
- What?

He was Mr. Masters' research
assistant here on the island.

Had a terrible gambling problem.

Got fired because he tried to sell off

an early draft
of Queen's Gambit for cash.

- That was almost four years ago.
- So?

So the code they used for the safe

was the same code from four years ago.

I'm remembering it now
because Mr. Masters changed it

right after he fired Evan.

So you think this Evan Butler might be

Sam and Lina's inside source.

Okay, I'm lost. Who is this guy,
and does he have Magnum?

No. But I think he can help us find him.

Evan Butler, HPD! Come on out.

What's going on? Kumu?

What are you doing?

You sold the code to Mr. Masters' safe

to a couple of mercenaries, didn't you?

- What?
- Answer the question.

I-I don't even know
what she's talking about.

Be smart, Mr. Butler.

I-I need to speak to a lawyer.

A good man who served
his country with honor

- is going to be killed for doing his job.
- Higgins...

And that's on you.

How do you communicate
with them? Tell us.

Higgins.

Answer him.

You gonna let her do this?!

Higgins!

The next one won't hit
the floorboards, okay?

Uh, I spoke to them by cell.

It was a-a 719 area code.

The number's in my phone over there.

- Got it.
- This is Detective Katsumoto.

I need a ping on a cell phone
right away... 719-555-0132.

Turn around.

Watch him until HPD arrives.

You better pray my friend is still alive.

I understand that the turn is changed.

Good.

He'll be here shortly.

Who?

The man who hired us.

What does he want with me?

We'll leave that for him to explain.

Stay put.

You're not going in there alone.

I'm not gonna argue with you about this.

What are you doing here?

Kumu called.

You need to leave.

- Where's your backup?
- I have SWAT inbound.

What the hell does that mean?

That means they're four minutes out.

So you're really gonna wait?

What the hell are you guys doing?

I just told you,
a SWAT team is on its way.

Il, if Thomas is already dead,
ey're not gonna be much help.

Hey, you two need to stand down.

Listen, brother, the only way
you're gonna stop us

is with a bullet.

Son of a bitch.

Guys, I got no shot.

What do you mean?

I mean, from where I am, I got no shot.

Then make one, fool.

Bloody hell, Magnum!

Is that how you thank someone
for saving your life?

That man tried to drown me with
water from Mr. Masters' koi pond.

I had some rather
unpleasant plans for him.

Uh, worse than a bullet to the head?

Stay down!

Ran prints on those four

and the ones back at the estate,

including the one you left
tied up in the bunker.

No hits on any of 'em. They're ghosts.

And the bunker guy's not talking.

What about Lina's phone?

We dumped it.

There's one number in the call history.

Traced it back to a burner.
Belongs to someone named Ivan.

Ivan?

That name mean anything to you?

- No.
- You're sure?

Positive.

Is it possible that "Ivan" is

an alias, or a-a code name?

Thomas, you need to call Captain Greene.

Yeah, I'm with TC. Navy Intel
might be able to help.

Let's hope so, because unless

one of these guys comes back
from the dead

with info on their employer, or the...

guy in custody decides to talk,
I'm afraid we've got nothing.

Well, that's great.

Got crosshairs on me,
and we don't have a single lead.

We'll keep investigating.

Hopefully, we'll get one.

I got an update on that, uh, stolen car.

Yeah? You find it?

What was left of it.
It was stripped for parts.

Contents inside are gone, too. Sorry.

Hey, Katsumoto?

Thank you.

Come on, man.

Seven grand? You can do better than that.

Seven's a fair price.

Come on, brah.
That man served his country.

Don't you have, like, a
Veterans Day sale or something?

Yeah, Veterans Day is next month.

You can't move it up?

Come on. The guy lost
everything he owned.

I might have something.

That's what I want to hear.

This can't be it.

Tony. She ain't much of a looker.

How about $750?

List price is, uh, $2,500.
I'll give it to you for 21.

$2,100 for this?

It's clearly been in an accident,

there's oil all over the
catalytic converter,

it's got a blown head gasket.

My lawn mower's in better shape
than this pile of junk.

And the paint... what's left of it...

Okay, all right, hang on. $1,275,

plus, one free chopper tour

and one night all you can drink

at the new La Mariana. What do you say?

I'll go fetch the keys.

He would've did it
without the free chopper ride.

Oh, come on. I give away
something, you give away something.

That's how we work.

- Man, thank you.
- You bet, man.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

- Thank you.
- Yes, sir.

Hello, Magnum.

Hey, Higgy. Oh, uh,

FYI, your dogs tore up some of my stuff

when we were trapped in here
the other day.

Shame.

- Mm.
- Might I come in?

Yes.

I see they spared your lucky hat.

Told you, this thing has
good mojo. You want a beer?

Sure.

Just got off the phone with Robin.

Yeah, I spoke to him earlier.

He seemed to take it all in his stride.

Yeah, he said it actually might
make for a good book someday.

White Knight: Under Siege.

Jolly good. I'm glad
Robin will be able to monetize

our near-death experience.

Eh, I'm used to it.

So,

there's something
that I've been wondering.

How did you know to set
the trip wire on the beach?

I... how did you know
I would even go there?

You didn't know that we'd escaped.

True, but I know how smart you are,

and my gut was telling me
that you'd find a way.

But how did you know
that I would run to the beach?

Well, that's easy.
The Battle of Hastings.

What?

You were listening to it
yesterday, remember?

If it taught us anything,

it's that,
when dealing with an adversary,

you always lead them
to water in full retreat.

That way, they think
they have the upper hand,

and they will never know
the trap you laid for them.

Yes, but I didn't lay the trap. You did.

True, but it's still
a great place for an ambush.

There's low light,
lots of places to hide.

Plus, I know how you think,
and I knew you'd go for it.

Next you're going
to tell me that this is...

This is why we should be partners.

You see that?

We can even finish
each other's sentences.

There is one point which
I do agree with you on.

Despite our frequent mutual contempt,

I do think that we

complement each other rather well.

As illustrated by last night's siege.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Because you're basically making
my case for me.

This is why we need to be partners.

I saved your life, you saved mine.

You're like the left brain to my right.

You know, sometimes I think
it's rather presumptuous,

you saying you have a brain.

You said it yourself.
We complement each other.

We need each other to get the job done.

Like Brady needed a-a lineman.

Or Freddie Mercury needed his Brian May.

Are you saying that I complete you?

Professionally, yes.

Well, then...

you might be glad to know
that after much deliberation,

I have decided to accept your offer.

Really?

Yes.

I will be your partner.

Uh, that is amazing.

I'm genuinely surprised.

S-So what did it? What did I say?

Well, although you cited
several excellent reasons...

I mean, the weather,

the chance for me to
continue to use my skills

to help those who need it the most...

honestly, it wasn't anything
that you said or did.

I just decided

that I didn't want to go
back to London because...

...I found something here
that I don't want to lose.

But...

if I am to remain in Hawaii,
continue solving

all of your cases for you,
then I think it's only fair

that I should receive
some kind of compensation.

And let me just be clear,
that I will not be prepared

to accept, under any
circumstances, chickens, pigs,

boars, barbecues or anything else

that isn't considered legal tender.

Fair enough... partner.

Partner.