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Previously on Magnum PI.

When Robin Masters offered me the job as live-in security consultant as a way to

supplement my PI business, I jumped at it. Meet my best friends.

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 Nuzzo. The four of us spent some time in a POW camp in

Afghanistan. Nuzzo saved my life.

And I couldn't save his.

This is Juliette Higgins, former British intelligence in my six.

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.

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.

Something funny?

Only your finances.

You mind taking a left corner up here? Why?

Trust me.

Please.

Magnum, I really need to get home.

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, that's only fair. I should get 50%. Come on, for a lift?

Goodbye. I read 30.

60. 40.

70. Fine.

50. Excellent.

You have two minutes. Good luck.

Most days I love my job and two hundred and fifty dollars for two minutes of

work might seem like a lot But a guy cheating on his wife that's the

kind of job that makes you feel all yucky inside

Watch it!

Higgins was right to laugh at my finances.

They are a little pathetic, and getting Robin Master's 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?

A voice on the box said I had to wait out here.

Sounded like Merritt Poppins.

Sorry about that.

Who is it? It's me.

Can you be a little more specific?

You know who it is. It's Magnum. I live here.

Gate's broken. Can you just buzz me in? It's not broken. I changed the code.

Why?

Higgins.

Higgins? Higgins!

I really do live here.

Higgins, what's going on?

I've implemented a new security policy.

Effective immediately, the universal gate code has been retired.

Regular visitors, such as Star, will each now have their own personalized

gate code.

And 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. Yes,

and I am consulting you now.

I'm so sorry. Forgive me.

Juliette Higgins, Major Domo of the estate.

Anne Sawyer. My pleasure.

Major Domo, is that French for something?

Oh. I oversee the property and the people that work here. So you're his

boss? Oh, no, no. That would require Magnum to actually have a job.

I have an arrangement with Robin Masters to live here. Can you just open the

gate, please?

Are you armed, Mr. Sawyer? I don't know.

Excellent. Please do come in.

Just follow me.

To be continued.

This is some guest house.

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. A couple

years back, my trawler broke down off Waimanalo.

I'm a commercial fisherman.

Anyway, I was dead in the water.

Thanks. And 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 Lena'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, I haul this in. Wow.

That is a big fish.

Almost 300 pounds.

Anyway, this morning, I go by Lena's to drop it off, same as always.

I go inside to find someone to take delivery. When I return to my van, back

door's open, the fish is gone.

So you want me to track down the fish?

A bluefin that size is worth $350,000 based on this morning's prices.

Besides, I need the money bad.

Why is that?

I've had a rough season.

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

going to 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 going to 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 NAMM, I didn't ask for nothing from nobody.

But now, I need some help.

And I got no one else to turn to.

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.

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.

Thomas, you almost ready?

What's that?

Everybody's waiting.

Yeah, just get dressed.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

Do we really got to 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?

Like, come on, what is it?

I don't know.

You know what's gonna sound weird?

I don't think I'm ready to go home.

Actually, it's not weird at all.

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?

So you're a tuna bounty hunter now, like a dog to 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, 5% of the sale.

What's that, $1.50?

Kimmy! What's up, big man?

That's a blank of my brother. Come here, open your mouth. 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.

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. Yeah, 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 got charm, huh?

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 head with this joint. They're all

Honda, so I had to bail them out.

So Casablanca over here said, you're looking for a stolen tuning.

Yeah, and I'm thinking whoever has it is going to try to unload it fast. I was

hoping you might have some idea how they're going to move it. Rick said

you're the man that would know.

They could chop it up like a stolen rock, sell it on a black market.

But like all fish, fresh tuna got a shelf life.

One that big risks a good chunk of it going bad before you get a chance to

move it.

So you don't 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.

After I agreed to have at least one meal at a 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 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 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. They said he had some primo bluefin, but

he never showed.

No comment.

Don't know.

Maybe he got a better offer.

Okay, I'm gonna need a name.

Okay, there's only one reason someone would let frozen food go to waste like

that because they need the freezer space

This

is

what we in the business call the payoff That's where we wrap up the case and

high-five ourselves.

The only thing left now is to bring the client back his fish.

Turn around.

Slowly. No other meters 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...

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 wouldn't even tell him

who stole it. 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 in his cell. We're not

sure how, but the voice on the other end knew Tua had it. Said he had his family

who'd trade them for it. That's the craziest ransom I ever heard of. It's a

fish. 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 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.

Now 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 5-0. That's why we need to handle the

trade. 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 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 not if you're going to be dropping bad puns look thomas no offense

but if there's gonna be trouble i'd like to know the plan too tell you on the way

this was supposed to be easy find the hot fish how about 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.

Yeah, I'm gonna get him back.

You have my word.

And where's Tua? Relax.

Okay? 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 it. Should I be scared? Very.

Because you may shoot me, but I'm going to keep coming and beat your ass until

you empty that gun.

And then I'm going to get angry.

Okay.

Let's just keep this professional.

That's it, boys.

Put down the iron.

Let's go!

Come on, let's go!

Come on!

Let's get back to the van, okay?

You're gonna be alright.

Your turn.

Cue the finish.

On three. One.

Two.

Don't move.

You two aren't going anywhere.

Relax. Everyone got what they wanted.

Deal's a deal, boys.

Come on. Back off with the guns.

On your knees.

Come on. Brother, I got bad knees. Search him.

Anytime you're ready, Rick.

Take your hands off the gun.

This gun?

I'm not going to ask you again.

Okey-dokey.

I think that's for you.

Hello? Hi, who's this?

I'm just kidding. I know you're not going to 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.

It'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.

Snow, I got eyes on you.

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

Come on! Come on! Get in the van!

Get the hell out of here!

Drive! Drive!

Get to his family Careful drop the cheap cell phone to the back of the van when I

put the fish in we can track it on that

God

just took a right

That hole wasn't there before, was it?

This was never about the fish.

They wanted something that was inside.

Zeus, Apollo, inside.

What in the bloody hell is this?

I had my friend in the ME'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. You don't even know what that is. He's just saying it to impress the lady.

I know what a bearer bond is. It's like a regular bond except barrier.

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 a flash drive.

That is the case here.

The restaurant your client delivers fish to regularly.

That could be the dead drop.

Sounds complicated.

And messy.

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.

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

and break your fingers.

Go ahead, man.

Try it.

How dare you?

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? 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.

All right.

Mahalo.

Tell him about who?

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.

Figgins is right, and that place really is a dead drop.

I'm going to need to check it out. Hold up a second. Your boy Dan got his fish

back. It's HPD's turn. The guys who stole the fish are going to 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.

Okay. Do what you got to do.

Rick and I will babysit Dan and Tua. Well, hang on. Thanks for volunteering

me, pal, but I got plans.

You heard Magnum.

Tua's got a family.

All we got to do is keep them alive until our boy figures out what this is

about. Yeah, but who's going to keep us alive? 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?

No, I don't plan on doing this alone.

Higgins.

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.

We're good, I asked.

Already done.

Although, now I am curious as to the nature of the favor you were going to

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. And 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?

Hm. 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.

What? By hand.

Your hands, or Mr. Master's staff?

These men's.

Tempting.

But, sadly, I'm going to have to 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. 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 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 aspiring?

Try not to get killed?

I was kind of hoping you'd be a little more prepared.

You know, I was thinking 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 waited Lena's and

the days Dan Sawyer delivered a fish you do realize it's highly unlikely They use

their real name. Yeah, but even knowing an alias could still lead us somewhere

Magnum, what is that smell?

I don't smell anything.

Be right back.

Enjoy your dinner. I definitely will.

Joanna. I'm working on it. The system is powerful and 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. Oh, and a bottle of your best Chateau

Margaux. It's my birthday, and my bae here is treating me. Absolutely, sir.

Happy birthday.

Thank you very much.

You do realize that Mr.

Masters' business manager will deny the expenditure.

Yeah, it'll take weeks. 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 do you have a coloring book?

Just kidding.

We're fine. Thank you.

This is a lot more fun than I thought it would be.

Okay.

I've got our guy.

Maurice Farad.

He's the only punter that consistently dines there on the days your client

sells us fish.

Can you contact one of your old MI Fix buddies, run a background check?

Shall I feed you as well?

I'll be right back, my love.

Okay, let's get out of here. You want to leave now?

Yeah. Are you mad?

I'm not leaving this mahi-mahi. It's simply divine.

Sit your ass down and finish your gristle.

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 Danang 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. 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. Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, dear Magnum.

Happy birthday to you. Make a wish.

We'll take you to the kitchen and cut it up for you. Thank you.

What did you wish for?

Your MI6 contact to respond.

Well, looks like you got your wish.

Doesn't look good.

Maurice Farad is believed to be an alias belonging to Samal Tlaib.

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, it 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.

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 tailoring. Magnum,

you're driving a big red tallywhacker. It's not exactly inconspicuous.

Magnum, did you put that fish in Robin Master's Ferrari?

What? No, of course not. No, it probably came from my clothes.

Don't say it.

Let's go! Move it!

Got a message for your smartass friend.

Sad.

I'll be sure to tell him.

Let's go!

I 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.

Had I known that was going to be my last meal, I probably would have had a piece

of that cake.

You're remarkably calm given the situation.

Believe me, I'm not.

You're done talking.

We have to change the communication protocol.

Yes, sir.

I assure you that it will be effective.

Terror cells don't usually like it when soldiers allow their object to get

compromised. Your accent is good. I'm impressed.

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.

You didn't really think that would work, did you? I 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.

Let me go. I can be of service.

Yeah, she means us. Let us go. No, just me. You can do with him what you want.

Come again? No offense, Magnum, but it's become clear to me that knowing you is

extremely perilous for one's health.

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. Hold up. You said you had never

been shot before. Secondly, you volunteered, okay? And a current

predicament, which is 100% your fault. How exactly is Alec Caron's predicament

my fault? Following these traps far too closely. I will smash you up the obvious

that you were tailing them. I don't even know what that means. It's a football

term. Real football. Not that slow-ass, incredibly boring stuff. Both of you,

shut up!

With pleasure.

Oh my God.

Higgins, you alive?

I think so. Good.

I'm going after Samara.

What about the flash drive?

I'm looking.

Did what?

Yeah, me too.

Except maybe a little heads up next time.

Just saying.

Sorry.

I thought you saw where I was going.

Nah, I think it was the whole go ahead and kill him thing that kind of threw

me. Would it help if I said I was sorry?

I... I'm sorry.

Didn't.

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.

The FBI took it from here, arrested everyone involved.

If you asked 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.

Made enough to hang on to my boat. That's all I wanted.

I got a little something extra for you, you know, for all your trouble.

Okay. You got fish back.

Wouldn't be right for you not to have some.

Mahalo.

I thought you led to a go.

You 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.

So was this case the big payday you hoped it would be?

Well, funny you should ask.

Ouch.

Well, let's hope the next case is imperishable. Am I right? A pie.

So, Thomas, how was your date with Hagee?

It was definitely not a date, okay?

But I think I'm winning her over.

Oh, yeah, somehow I doubt that.

Here you go, Mr. Magnum. Thanks, bud.

Good job, my guy.

Thanks, Coach.

Well, that's enough poke for me, because somebody's got to do some work around

here.

See you guys later?

Yep. I think I've 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.

Here we go. And one day I got home, and Mickey, Michael, Davey, and Peter were

gone. Now, 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.

Hey, man. Thanks for your help.

Absolutely, brother.

Just wish Nuzzo was here, you know?

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, you're Sherlock Holmes now. Really?

You're not going to let this go, are you? God almighty, man, no.

I woke up yesterday thinking about New Zone, 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 New Zone.

What if we could find a way to stay together?

Me, you, Rick T.C., somewhere where the weather's nice.

A place that feels like you're always on vacation.

Huh?

Because 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 can make that every day.

Especially after what we've been through.

We deserve it.

You got a place in mind?

Yeah. I do.

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?