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Leo? Dr.

Kyung Yoon?

Time to go.

What?

What's wrong?

Take.

This was not the arrangement.

Please, we go America.

I guess we all go America.

Where are you?

Where are you?

Can you get to the exfil point?

Negative. Then we're going to have to improvise exfil. What's your position?

Give me a marker.

I see trees.

You don't say.

That's all I see, too.

I'm going to need a signal.

You may want to close your eyes.

Your chariot's on its way.

Ah.

Hang on, hang on. He did not just say, your chariot is on its way. I didn't see

it. RJ did. Yeah, except in the book, RJ is you.

Yeah, well, this book ain't exactly gossip. It's why RJ is 30 pounds lighter

with the Born in Detroit tattoo across his back.

I've never even been to Detroit.

You want to trade?

I'm described as being thick-headed. You know what that means? Yeah.

That means I'm dumb.

Oh, you did drop out of high school. Yeah, but he didn't have to put that in

the book.

In fact, I said it to Robin. You know what? If it's all the same to you, just

leave me out of it.

Meet my three best friends.

The big guy holding the book, that's Theodore Calvin, or TC, ex-Marine Corps

chopper pilot.

These days, he runs Island Hoppers, the smallest but best helicopter tour

business in Hawaii.

The Italian stallion, that's Sebastian Nuzzo, ex-SEAL. We met during Bud's

training in Coronado.

Always the overachiever. He now owns a very successful marine salvage company.

And the guy making bologna and pineapple sandwiches, that's Orville Wright.

For reasons I think we can all understand, he hates his name, so we

just call him Rick.

Rick was in the Marines, too.

Door gunner.

Now runs Oahu's coolest beach club, but mostly he's, well, connected.

If you want something on the island, Rick is the man to see.

And the poor sap with the frozen bag of peas on his eye, that's me.

Thomas Sullivan Magnum.

But we'll get to me later.

Come on, you're not gonna finish?

I was there.

I know how it ends.

Although, if it's anything like Robin's last book, my character is probably

cowering behind you while you take on the entire North Korean army. Robin's

not gonna do that. Sure, he takes liberties, but he keeps it believable.

Thomas, you jumped from space.

Space? You know that didn't happen. What are you talking about?

I halo jumped.

into North Korea to avoid surveillance. Yeah, but there were no planets

involved. If you recall, I took out two snipers who would have made that landing

a very unpleasant one. I do recall.

Mahalo. There you go. All right, before you two make out, I just want to get

back to one thing.

What I don't get is why Thomas is always front and center in Robin's books and

we're the sidekicks.

You know, Dopey's right. Dopey. We were rolling like musketeers back then.

Dopey? We were all just as important out there. Magnum.

What are these?

Zone collars. You put shock collars on Zeus and Apollo?

It was not easy. Hey, Jules, you want a sandwich?

It sounds lovely.

She'll take it to go.

Oh, this is gonna be fun.

Zeus and Apollo have every right to roam as freely as you do.

This is Juliette Higgins. She lives in the main house, works here as Robin's

major domo. That's just a fancy word for property manager.

It's just a precaution. Look, those two hounds of hell attack me every time I

try to get to my place. You mean Mr. Master's place.

This guest house belongs to him. Thank you for reminding me every day. Now, can

we get back to those two terrors and why they're not locked up somewhere?

They're security.

Then why am I here? I'm constantly asking myself and Mr. Master's that very

question. Look, I love animals. I really do. But those two are a lawsuit waiting

to happen.

The BFF doesn't seem to mind them.

Listen, if I see these again, you're going to be wearing one of them.

Not around your neck.

Understood?

Yes, ma'am. Now, if we're done here, there's someone named Emily for your

front gate.

You let her in? It is not my job to receive the endless stream of young

women who, for reasons passing comprehension, choose to spend their

time with you.

She's a client. Well, you can forgive me for assuming otherwise.

Lovely seeing you, gents.

Zeus. Come on, lads.

I love those dogs.

Emily, I'm so sorry. I hope you haven't been waiting too long. No, I just got

here a few.

My God, what happened to your eye?

Oh, yeah.

Listen, it's a funny story.

I didn't realize that the tennis ball machine had been set to the high speed.

It's normally at the lowest.

Actually, I think the major domo here cranked it up just to mess with me. You

know, my husband was icing his hand tonight.

Said he had a run-in with some jerk outside the Halle Kalani.

You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

He wanted to know why I was falling.

When I refused to answer, he got a little antsy. That sounds like him.

You have pictures?

Yeah. I'd like to see them. I'm not so sure that's a good idea.

I'd like to get what I paid for, Mr. Magnum. Why don't I hang on to them just

for a little while? If a week goes by and you still want them, I'll send them

over.

Hey, tomorrow I'm going to email you a list of all the top divorce lawyers on

the island. You should meet with all of them right away.

Don't mention my name. They all hate me. I can't afford a $700 an hour divorce,

sir. I know.

But once you share the details of your case, it becomes a conflict of interest

and your husband can't hire any of you.

Evens the playing field.

I hope no one ever breaks your heart.

There's no way for that.

You're a good man, Thomas Magnum.

She's right.

Bad guys like her husband get the girl.

Good guys end up with a panda eye.

Story of my life.

I know what you're thinking. This guy's life doesn't suck.

But before you go hating, you should know that this pretty picture is fairly

new. When Robin Masters offered me the job as live-in security consultant as a

way to supplement my PI business, I jumped at it.

You see, before he was a New York Times best-selling author, Robin Masters was a

journalist embedded with our special operations team in Iraq.

He told us someday he would pay us back for the material we were giving him for

a series of books he was planning to write.

You can say Robin Masters is a man of his word. And his words have made him a

man of great taste.

Hey!

Forget it.

You can have the towel.

It's yours.

Nice doggy!

It's about a job. I'll explain everything when you get here. See you

soon.

As a general rule, I don't work for friends.

But I own Yuzo.

Before we all beached ourselves on this rock, the four of us spent some time in

a POW camp in Afghanistan.

Truth is, we should have died there.

And if we didn't have each other, believe me, we would have.

Sebastian was in the kitchen when they came in.

I took Jake and we hid in the closet. I didn't know what else to do.

Did they say anything when they grabbed him? Did you hear any names?

No. I mean, I don't know.

Laura, Sebastian said he wanted to hire me. Do you have any idea what that was

about? No.

He was out when I got up this morning.

He's been on a job.

When he came back, he seemed concerned about something, but he didn't say why.

I just figured we'd talk about it later.

That's enough, Magnum.

It's okay.

He's a friend. Not mine.

Laura, this is Lieutenant... Lieutenant Yoshi Tanaka, ma'am, with the HPD.

Magnum, a word?

If you tangle with those guys, I'm gonna need forensics to process you. I never

laid a hand on him.

So they didn't give you that black eye?

It's unrelated.

Look, I get this guy was one of your war buddies.

But if this is a kidnapping, it belongs to HPD and 5-0, not some private eye.

Private investigator.

And I'm not standing down, Yoshi. Neuza wasn't just a friend. He's my client. So

are you on the job when this happened?

Actually, I was coming to get the job, and odds are whatever he had to tell me

had something to do with this kidnapping.

Well, you ever think this might be a straight-up K&R?

Steal an ambulance?

Use it to get past security of a fancy neighborhood?

I mean, look at where this guy lives.

All the locals think he's a high mock-a-mock.

Any moke outside these gates want a piece of this howling. You're right,

Lieutenant.

You guys are the pros. This is what you do. I just need to stay out of your way.

Magnum, what the hell are you doing? Hiding down my number in case you hear

anything. This entire house is a crime scene now. Why are you touching things?

So you don't want it? I have your number.

So you'll call me?

Please leave.

I'm not stupid, Magnum.

Whatever you're planning, don't.

WK. Could only mean one thing.

White Knight.

Nuzo wanted me to find this.

We're sorry. Your call cannot be completed at time.

If it was that easy, I'd be out of a job.

Any good PI will tell you. All I want to clue means knocking on doors, and I'm

not going to be doing that standing around here.

You can't do this.

I need a car.

Call an Uber.

What am I, 19?

You cannot take another car. Call Robin, see what he says. I don't have to call

him. I know what his answer will be. And unfortunately for you... Higgins, I'm

not doing this with you right now.

Nuzzo's in trouble.

What happened?

Someone kidnapped him this morning.

Have they made any demands?

Not yet.

I don't think they're going to.

Look, I'm happy to figure out some way to pay for the damage to the Ferrari,

but right now the most important thing is finding my friend.

I'm sorry.

Can I take it?

Really? After what I just told you, you have to think about this.

I got some information on that stolen ambulance for you.

A friend of mine said some guy stopped by this place the other day and wanted

to do a custom job on an old ambulance he bought at auction.

What do you look like?

What do you look like?

Howly, 30s, buzz cut.

Sounds like one of the guys I'm looking for. Did anybody get a name?

Oh, not a real one, no. But it's all good because the guys here put a

tracking device in the old Ambo when they were working on it so they could

steal it back.

Wow, that's a business model.

You got a location?

Yep, sending it to you right now.

What are you guys doing here? What are you talking about?

I gave you the address.

Stay behind me.

This isn't one of Robin's books, White Knight.

Biggest gun goes first.

Hey, what about me?

No Thomas

All the traffic jams.

You want to tell me how you found the ambulance?

I would if I thought it would help find the guys who did this.

Go home, Mac.

I'll call you when I know something.

I tried telling you this wasn't about the money. You didn't want to listen.

Look, I get that you lost a friend today.

But for the record, we haven't been sitting on our asses waiting around for

some ransom call. We've been working other leads.

Actually, you might be able to help us with one.

That's not right.

The Domino's phone.

Seems your friend placed a bunch of phone calls to naval intelligence over

the past week.

Three calls to Captain Buck Green.

Any idea what that could be about?

I don't.

Find Laura and Jake. Get them to Robin's Nest. Until we find out what this is

about, they'll be safe there.

Copy that. Thomas. Yeah. We're going to get these guys, right?

Bet.

If Nuzo was reaching out to Naval Intel, then maybe his murder had something to

do with our service.

Which means my next stop is Captain Green.

Truthfully, I'd rather pick up a rattlesnake.

Come in.

Magnum, what are you doing here?

What are you doing, Buck?

You got a minute?

Actually, I'm pretty busy. Why don't you try making an appointment? Sebastian

Nuzo is dead.

What? He was kidnapped and murdered this morning, tortured in between.

Any idea who's responsible?

No.

But I heard Nuzo's been calling over here a lot, and as far as I know, he

doesn't have any government contracts, so it's a bit strange.

He was doing a background check on a couple of new clients.

And he asked you for help?

They were ex-Marines.

Both of them had never even served a full tour.

They were recently released from the brig at Miramar.

Nuzo wanted to know what they'd done to get themselves arrested.

And before you ask...

That's classified. So you're not going to tell me. Very good. You remember how

classified works. You're going to keep me from finding Nuzo's killer because

you have a problem with me. Come on, don't flatter yourself, Magnum. This has

nothing to do with you. No, we both know that's a lie.

This is personal.

Okay.

You're not entirely wrong. We do have history. But the cold hard fact of the

moment is that you're no longer Navy intel. So you don't have the clearance.

Green was right.

We have history.

But there's no point in getting in his face about that.

It's not him I'm angry with. The truth is, I'm mad at myself.

Nuzo saved my life.

And I couldn't save his.

It's not stopped.

Son of a bitch must have had a blood vessel. I'm gonna bleed out.

Hey, that's not gonna happen. But you're not leaving me alone. There's too many

of these next door.

Now, I got an idea.

But it's gonna hurt.

It already hurts.

It's the spirit.

Fight on then.

Cauterizing a wound with gunpowder is way worse than you think.

But it did the job.

And you're not having?

I can't stand tea.

I know. I might be the first Brit in history to ever say that.

I bet you Chuck can take it again. Just give yourself a few minutes, Laura.

He's with Rick and TC.

They're down at the beach.

It's okay.

You're good at this.

So, what brought you to Hawaii?

Winter's in England.

And you're not married?

What gave that away?

I've heard Tom's talk about you.

Did you know he almost got married once?

Magnum?

I don't think he's ever gotten over what happened.

Magnum. Hey.

News of his family get there all right? Yes. I'm here with Laura now, actually.

Thanks for letting him stay there.

Of course.

Listen, Magnum. The Ferrari's okay.

I don't care about the car.

You don't?

Well, I do.

But at the moment, no.

I, uh, I just... I just wanted to know if there is some way that... that I

could be of assistance.

Hello?

Magnum, are you there? What's the catch?

If that is your answer, I rescind the offer.

Higgy, wait. Excuse me? Did you fall on your head or something? I'm hanging up

now. No, I'm sorry. You just called me off guard.

It's a limited time offer, Magnum.

Okay. Yeah, I can actually use some help.

Nuzo was running back around to two ex-marines who hired him to do a job.

Maybe you can run to Nuzo's office. You can find something. I can do that.

You'd have to open some emails.

I know how to use a computer, Magnum. You'd be breaking the law, you know.

It's only breaking the law if you get caught.

Thank you, Juliet.

You're welcome, Thomas.

Dr. Kuna, how's my girl?

What do you want, Magnum? What, I can't bring my favorite medical examiner a

treat? Do I look stupid to you? Or look like I need to gain another pound?

Wait, don't answer that.

Just tell me what you want so I can get back to work.

I have a question about the body that was found on Luna Lilo. Why do you want

to know about that?

He was a friend of mine.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. I was just about to start the autopsy. Can you do me a favor?

Check his lungs first, see if there's any fluid in there. I want to know if he

was waterboarded.

Waterboarded? Yeah, the guys who tortured and killed him, they might be

ex-military evidence.

Waterboarding would support that theory.

You do realize that I would be committing a serious violation if I gave

you autopsy results before giving them to HPD. Which is why we should keep this

between us.

Have a seat.

I'm so sorry. I'm afraid we're closed.

Then leave.

I'll be honest with you. I don't actually work here. I broke in. That's

why the door was open when you arrived.

But here's an idea. Why don't we all just mind our own business and get on

with whatever it was we came here to do?

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

Kitty.

You there already? I'm actually on the way to the hospital.

Wait.

What? You okay?

I was shot.

What? How?

Two ex-Marines came in while I was there.

Don't worry, I'll pay to have the blood removed.

Whose car are you in?

In an Uber.

You should try it sometime.

Are you sure you're okay? I've never been shot before, but I think so.

And what happened to the guys?

Gone. But I have a way to identify them. I found that background check on Nuzo's

computer. It might be what those blokes were after, trying to erase any

connection to your friend.

Can't be sure, though, since they took off before we had a chance to chat about

it. Higgins, I gotta go, but thank you. Get yourself checked out. I will.

Call me as soon as you do.

You were right.

He was Waterborne.

You recognize him?

This is...

Dale Gerard, that's Charlie Resnick.

Both recently did time for looting villages in Iraq.

And you think these men are responsible for what happened?

I saw them at the house.

Through some people I know, we were able to connect a stolen ambulance back to

Resnick. But why would they have gone after Sebastian?

What did they want?

Not sure.

They hired him for a job, so it probably had something to do with that.

Laura,

why don't we get you something to eat? You haven't had anything since you got

here.

Thank you.

Thomas, you get anywhere with those numbers?

No, but I'm gonna see an old friend who may be able to help.

They don't like you.

The feeling's mutual.

I want to tell you something I've never told you before.

When I was your age, I lost my dad, too.

He was a fighter pilot. He got shot down during a mission.

I remember a couple officers showing up to our doorstep to tell us.

I'm not going to lie. It was hard.

Did you cry?

I did.

A lot.

You know what helped?

Baseball. It used to be our thing. We used to go to ball games together all

the time.

But after he was gone, I just kind of gave up on it.

After a while, though, I realized something. I realized that even though

he wasn't there, he was still a part of me.

Everything he ever said to me, everything he ever taught me, it stayed

with me.

It made me who I am.

So anytime I go to a ballgame, I feel like he's right there next to me.

Your dad is a part of who you are, so he's always going to be with you.

Understand?

They must be something I just Some

kind of phone number You

were a codebreaker if anyone can figure this out, it's you maybe it's like

for something Coordinates coordinates

Windward side, off the coast.

You're welcome.

Thanks, Kim.

Wait, wait.

Are you going to pay for this?

Where's my tab?

You don't have a tab.

Hey.

It's funny.

I've been looking for you guys. Oh, yeah?

Looking for this.

When? Who's who?

Told him he didn't have to die, but he was a stubborn son of a bitch. Held out

a long time?

Gotta give him that.

Listen to me, Mr. Private Eye. Private Investigator.

Like I was saying, you're gonna stop asking questions about us and why we're

here. And in return, we're gonna let your friend's wife and son live long

enough to bury him.

You understand?

I'll take that as a yes.

Nuzo left me coordinates to a spot six miles offshore.

My guess is those two former jarheads hired him to find something out here,

then made sure no one would ever know about it.

But why kill Nuzo and not me when they had the chance?

You sure you're doing okay?

Fine. You don't look fine. You look like you should be in the hospital. Just

drive.

Okay.

Sorry. We're cool. It's all good.

I do want to say one thing, though. What's that?

You've been getting your ass kicked a lot this week.

I'm just saying.

It's true.

You know, maybe you should take up jiu-jitsu or something. I know a guy.

You always know a guy. That's my bag, man.

You know, I'd make a great partner.

You just say the word, and I'm there.

Magnum and Rick, private investigations, make a hell of a team.

I already do, brother.

I already do.

All right, here we go.

Coming right up on it.

Sure you don't want to go?

Thanks, but I'd rather not watch you get eaten by a shark today.

Wouldn't be me.

They go for the white meat first.

Be safe.

Always.

but you do there's no doubt

could be just fine.

Oh, hey, man. That was fast.

Come on, brother.

You find anything down there?

Whoa.

What's that?

Yeah. There's a ton of it. Went down on a wreck called the Rosalita.

This is Arabic.

Magnum, what the hell? I already told you I'm not...

I'm not asking you to reveal anything. I'm asking you to confirm.

Were the guys who hired Nuzo ever suspected of stealing Goldwall Station

in Iraq? Yes or no?

Thomas. Captain, this is about finding the men who killed one of our own.

Appealing to my patriotic side isn't going to work.

Then how about your parental side?

Remember who you called when your boy had that little dust-up in Kabul? Are

you actually standing there in clown pants trying to blackmail me, son?

Absolutely.

Sir.

Yes. They were suspected of trying to steal gold from one of Saddam's

strongholds in Tikrit.

But there was never enough evidence for a court martial. Not that it mattered

because we caught them doing other things. But not before they managed to

get their gold on a boat to Hawaii.

Yeah, only it sinks, which for them actually turned out to be a good thing.

Those guys do a stretch in prison while their fortune sits at the bottom of the

ocean waiting for them. When they get out, they hire Nuzo to find it.

Tanaka, you find the wreck? Yeah.

Right where you said.

There's just one problem. What's that? The gold's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

Gone. As in, there's nothing on that wreck except barnacles.

Those guys must have followed us out there. We were the only ones with the

coordinates. That's why they didn't kill me when they had their chance. A whole

load of gold bricks?

You can bet they're long gone by now.

The only way you're gonna find those guys is with the time machine.

You got one of those, Magnum? No.

But I know someone who does.

Higgins. Ever hear of knocking? I need a favor.

The last favor got me shot.

Technically, you offered to help.

This is a favor. That is the worst apology I have ever heard.

I'm sorry you got shot.

Really am.

Okay. What is it? I need you to contact your old MI6 buddies. Get me access to a

GCHQ satellite.

MI6? Yeah.

I think there's been some kind of... Please, don't give me the whole, I don't

know what you're talking about, Thomas. I know you're former British

intelligence, MI6. I can only assume Robin knows you, too.

How do you know this?

Well, I'm a private investigator.

I know you don't think I'm a very good one, but I am.

If you know I'm former MI6, then you also know that I was disavowed.

I'm sure you still have one friend there.

What is it you want me to do?

I need you to track a boat that was out to open water in the past four hours.

I'm pretty sure the guys that are on that boat are the same guys that killed

Nuzo.

Give me the coordinates.

All right, I've got something.

A fishing boat, 40-footer. Left your coordinates about three hours ago.

Looks like they crossed Mamana Bay, so continue east.

Okay, forget the marina. It's docked outside a warehouse on Sand Island.

Sleep 14.

Thanks. I can meet you there, you know? That is so sweet.

Forget I offered.

You can't take it back. Do you want backup or not? I can be there in 20

minutes. I'll be fine.

Magnum. Yeah?

Just bring the car back in one piece.

I think you mean me.

Aren't you there yet?

Higgins offering to help.

Normally I'd be skeptical, but that little voice inside my head was saying

she might actually be worried about me. Wait.

Magnum, a truck just left the warehouse.

Looks old school military.

Short bed, canvas top, diesel stack.

My best guess, Unimog. They're leaving with the gold. Can you track it? They're

headed north.

The keyhole's positioned for open water. I'm already at the edge of our coverage.

Reconfiguring the satellite will take time.

They're not getting away.

DC, you're up. Get your ass in the air. We're looking for a Unimog, canvas wrap

bed heading north.

Got you, white knight.

Your chariot's on its way.

Really? Is that going to be a thing now?

Magnum, you've got access to another satellite, a U.S. keyhole. How'd you do

that? Don't ask.

Actually, I'd like to ask. Hey, Higgy. Welcome to the party. Technically, I was

first to the party, but thank you. Yeah, PC.

Magnum, we got them. They're headed up cancerless.

Don't lose them. Not gonna happen.

Okay, White Knight, what's your plan?

I'm working on it. Get on it. have a plan, do you? Right now, I'm open to

suggestions. Mine includes not destroying another one of Mr. Master's

Ferraris. It's not a plan.

Correct. Simply a wish.

Magnum, there's a civilian approaching. I see it! If you're gonna do something,

do it now!

Remember that little stunt from Robin Master's book?

Well, let's see if it actually works.

Higgins? Yes?

Close your eyes!

Why would I close my eyes?

Okay, that didn't work.

Sure, Robin's gonna be pissed.

He loved that car.

But in the end, we got Nuzo's killers, and now that gold gets to go to the

people who need it the most.

People ask me all the time, what's with the ring?

The cross of Lorraine was the symbol of the French resistance.

But to us, it represented our friendship and the pact that we made back in the

POW camp to always be there for one another.

Rick, TC, and the man we're burying today.

Friends like those come around once in a lifetime.

But maybe I'm wrong about that.

My dad's here, isn't he?

Yes, he is.

After yesterday, I think I should try.

With one arm? I assure you.

Still safer.