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Yeah.

Sixty minutes.

Not bad.

I know what you're thinking. That was a lot of effort just to crash a party.

But there's actually a good reason why I came in this way.

And there he is.

Jack Candler.

Tech entrepreneur, big-time art collector, and my latest client.

I gotta say, great party, Mr. Candler.

Mr. Magnum.

You got in.

That's what you hired me to do, right?

I guess my advanced security system is not as infallible as I was led to

believe.

How'd you even get up here?

I took the elevator.

Granted, I was on the outside of it.

I'm sorry, you rode on top of the elevator?

Yeah, but only because my buddy wouldn't let me use his chopper so I could fast

rope onto the roof.

He's no fun.

This is James Chen. He runs the household.

Christoph Mitty. Pleasure.

Lily Crane. I just forced them to make a massive donation to my charitable

foundation tonight. And Thomas Magnum, my security consultant.

Very nice to meet you.

You know, if you guys had excuses for just the moment, James and I have some

business to discuss with this handsome gentleman. Of course.

We'll leave you to it.

But I'm serious about the Hockney.

Yeah. The numbers vary, isn't it?

Well, Robin Master said you were the best.

How'd you do it?

The motion sensors can be disabled using a near-infrared laser. By dialing up the

temperature in the room, I was able to bypass the thermal detection.

Because the system couldn't recognize your heat signature.

Exactly. But the good news is, is all these flaws are very addressable. I'll

make some recommendations in my security report.

You'll send that tomorrow?

First thing.

Can I ask you a question?

Why'd you pick tonight to test the system?

It would have been easier to break into an empty flat, right?

Yeah, but a night like this is when your collection's most vulnerable to theft,

right? You've got a lot of people coming in and out, security,

waitstaff, caterers, a lot of people you probably don't even know.

Brilliant.

Brilliant. James, be sure and send a thank you bottle of something insanely

expensive to Robin to say thank you for recommending Mr. Magnum, yeah? Of

course. Thanks, man. Cheers.

There you are.

Sir, I'm tripping over your guests outside.

They're dying to see your collection.

Fair enough. Well, they have paid an inordinate amount of money to my charity

for the privilege. If you'll excuse us a moment.

Tracy Hutton.

I work at the museum.

Mr. Candler hired me to appraise the artwork for insurance.

Stunning, isn't it?

Yeah.

It's great.

When I was growing up in Brixton, there was one gallery.

Not that they ever let me in, working class boy like me, but they couldn't

stop me looking through the window.

Damn, if I didn't do that, every chance I got.

That's how much I love the art.

Those pieces inspired me to go out into the world and make something of myself.

And I hope the works you're about to see will inspire you to get out your

checkbooks so that together we can help the people on this island who

need it.

Thank you for coming.

Enjoy.

So, which is your favorite?

My favorite?

Uh... That one.

Lady in the blue dress.

Really? Funny.

That is by far the least valuable one in here.

So what do you like about it? Is it the brush strokes? Is it the composition?

I'm gonna say the color.

You know, the Detroit Tigers have the same blue in their uniform.

The blue is lapis lazuli. It's a rare gemstone.

It was really only used up until the Victorian era when this was painted.

After that, lapis became too expensive.

Oh, you really know your stuff.

Well, that's my cue. Thank you for the art history lesson, Tracy.

Maybe do it again sometime?

Anytime.

Thank you.

What are you doing there?

Oh, Jules and I met last spring at Robin's charity ball.

Hold on, Jules, I've got a surprise for you. Take a butcher's.

A butcher's? A look.

Butcher's hook?

A look.

And here I thought you spoke English. Mr Candler?

Can I have a copy of that?

Of course.

A shandy?

You know, I wasn't sure a tough like you would enjoy it.

A chav like you would.

Okay, now you guys are just making up words.

Shandy, half beer, half lemonade. It's a working class drink, not that she'd know

anything about it.

Jules, I'm afraid duty calls.

Mr. Magnum, thanks again.

Pleasure.

Nice guy.

I didn't realize that your security audit was this evening.

I'm surmising from your grin that you were successful.

Let me hazard a guess.

Elevator shaft and then the electrical tunnel. Was it air vent?

How did you know?

That's how I would have done it.

Okay. Good talk. I gotta go. What's your hurry?

Tigers are playing the Angels. If I hustle out, I can make the last couple

innings on the radio.

You actually never cease to amaze me, Magnum. I mean, Jack's collection could

be in the Louvre. And here you want to scurry off and listen to some sports

ball on the radio.

Baseball. And when it comes to art, I'm more of a dogs playing poker kind of

guy. Of course you are.

Enjoy your game.

Wait! Wait!

that's the life of a private investigator one day you're hiding in

the bushes looking to catch some jerk cheating on his wife the next you're

breaking into a billionaire's penthouse and watching a ball game while eating

mini hot dogs you can't beat that

When I was a kid, Dad put a rowing machine in the basement.

He used it every morning, rowing on a cold concrete floor in Virginia.

I remember he'd close his eyes, maybe imagining he was paddling across mighty

rivers, great oceans, places he wanted to visit someday but never did.

I think about Dad a lot when I'm out here.

Along with rooting for the Tigers, this is how I stay connected to him.

Magnum. Detective Katsumoto.

What's wrong?

Jack Candler was murdered last night in his penthouse.

What? There was a theft.

In the paintings.

Jack must have gotten in the way.

He was shot. Close contact.

Now, from what we can tell, the killer got in through the air vent.

Then disable the security measures in the gallery.

How? Same way you did.

Same methods.

Now you know what this means, don't you, Magnum?

Someone must have gotten a hold of my report.

Yeah, and they just used it to kill a man, steal a fortune in art.

Kazumoto had stopped short of saying I had blood on my hands. He was thinking

it, though.

Can't say I blame him.

Can't blame anyone for thinking it.

You have five minutes.

You don't have to be here.

We have to find out who else had access to your report, correct?

Yes.

Then let's go find Jen.

I'll call you back.

I really don't think you should be here.

Listen, I... Mr. Masters assured Jack this man could be discreet.

He's dead now.

because Masters was wrong. Look, I know you're upset.

I am too, but you shouldn't blame Magnum for this. What else am I supposed to

think? That there are two ways the killer could have gotten a Holdmer

report, from me or from Candler, and I gave it to no one.

I also had Mr. Masters' IT personnel scrub every bite in the computer that

Magnum used to upload the analysis.

There was no breach, which means that the killer must have laid eyes on Jack's

copy. Jack wouldn't even show it to me. What about the insurance company? I

don't know. You should ask them.

I'm sorry.

This is hard.

Yes.

If you'll excuse me, I have funeral arrangements to make.

I'm going to find out who did this.

This is a police matter, Magnum.

Detective Katsumoto won't appreciate your interference.

You saying I should stay out of it?

I'm saying don't get caught.

Whatever you need, I'll help.

I know Candler... Jack was special to you, so... Just let me know what you

need.

What I need right now is to find those paintings.

Find the art, find the killer. But to do that, I'm gonna need some help.

Okay, so here's what I'm thinking. Rick, talk to your friends. See if you can get

a lead on the stolen paintings.

TC, I want you to try to figure out how someone would move high-end stolen merch

off the island. In the meantime, I'm going to try to find out who leaked my

report.

What?

Listen, Thomas, I'm sorry about what happened with this Candler guy, but I'm

booked solid today. And I got a club to run.

So what are you saying?

We can't always drop what we're doing to help you with the case. It's about

boundaries, Thomas.

Look, I get it, and you're probably right, but Candler was a friend of

Robert's. He's even flying in for the funeral.

And Higgins was close to him, too.

Why didn't you start with that?

A man doesn't know how to tell a story. No kidding. You start with that. We're

in. Whatever you need.

Thank you. Now, tell me again. What is it that you want me to do? I wasn't

listening before.

But who's your contact?

Nah, it's not mine. It's a friend of a friend.

Supposedly, she's some uber fancy art dealer.

Word on the street is she's got ties to the black market.

I say, though, she can't be that fancy if she's working in this neighborhood.

With me?

Come on, man. Look around you. All I see is graffiti.

Brother, this is Kaka'ako.

Place has the best street artists on the island.

I mean, murals like this sell for six figures.

Yeah, it's not such a bad neighborhood.

Oh, wow.

It's beautiful.

You see how the negative space draws the eye?

It's a motto.

Reminds me of early Renaissance artists.

It's practically a tissue.

Since when do you know about art?

I minored in art history.

I'm sorry, hang on, hang on. Did you say you minored in art history? Yeah, so?

I mean, I couldn't get into art school, so I studied art history.

How am I just finding this out now?

Because I figured your little brain couldn't handle your boy having all that

culture in him.

See, that'll blow your mind.

I just didn't figure you for an art nerd. I mean, a super-sized art nerd,

sure, but nevertheless.

That hurt.

Madison!

Hey. Hey, Madison?

I wonder if he's wrecked. He is, but you can call him Orville.

I'm TC. You can call me Rick.

Okay. Let's just get one thing straight up front.

The only reason we're talking is because you're a friend of Icepick.

Understood.

So, you want to know about some artwork that was recently stolen?

Yeah. Can you tell us anything?

Well, no one's approached me, but I've heard whispers.

Word is there's about a half a dozen pieces looking for a new home.

Anyway, you can ask around. Maybe give us the seller's name.

Okay. I find something out, I'll give you a shout.

Aloha.

Aloha.

Wait a minute, I want to get back to this art thing.

Shut up.

No, just hear me out. 18 months and 11 days in a POW camp.

How am I just now hearing about this?

Thomas, I assure you, RTX insurance didn't leak your report.

But Candler did give you a copy of it.

Yes, but only to me, and it was only on my laptop, which is heavily encrypted,

so...

Unless you think I'm an art thief.

Ellie, you are many things, but thief is not one of them.

I don't know, it just doesn't make sense.

How would the killer have gotten access to it?

I don't know, but I'll tell you something.

You need to figure it out fast, because if people start blaming you for what

happened, or worse, think that you had something to do with it, no one's going

to hire you.

Hey, Rick.

Hey, we're at your place. Where are you?

You better not be hitting up Kim's barbecue truck while we do all the work.

No, I'm not.

What do you got?

Well, we might have a lead for you, buddy. We don't have a name yet, but the

guy who's supposedly pushing Candler's art is European, possibly French, shaved

head, 40s.

Hold up. I saw a guy at Candler's party with a shaved head.

French guy.

You remember his name, Thomas?

Christopher... Christoph something.

Christoph Meadee?

Yeah, you know him?

Yeah, and he's definitely shady.

Hey, is that Ally?

What's up, girl?

Don't call me girl unless you want me calling you Orville.

Ooh, burn.

Okay, good work, guys.

I owe you one.

Orville. It's okay, she can call me that.

Orville.

According to Ellie, Christoph Mitty is a respected art dealer whose buyers just

happen to include Russian oligarchs and South American drug lords.

I'm thinking someone who swims in that cesspool would kill to get what they

want.

One of the great things about being a private investigator is you don't need a

warrant. Just a firm and unyielding desire to catch a killer.

And for Robin, for Higgins, that I got.

And now thanks to Rick and TC, I also have a pretty good lead in the form of

Christoph Mitty.

Correction.

I had a good lead.

Lock up a two-block radius, start canvassing the neighbors, and don't come

back until you find a witness. Go. Yeah.

Touch anything?

Not my first crime scene. Not an answer.

Back door, front door.

Oh, and the fridge.

Hey, tell the lab to have a set of Magnum's prints on hand for elimination

purposes.

You know, I have a contact that said this guy, Mitty, He was trying to move

Candler's paintings. Now, I'm not sure if he was doing the stealing and the

killing, but I did see him at Candler's party.

I'm assuming he was doing recon.

Maybe he wasn't the thief.

All the guests had alibis the night of the robbery, including him.

Okay, then he had a part.

Yeah, one who turned on him from what it looks like.

You guys have any suspects?

Not yet.

But there is someone on our radar.

You gotta be kidding.

Your report was used to break in.

Now you're the one finding Mitty dead.

I can't exactly rule you out. I was following a lead on some missing art to

see who leaked my report. That's all.

What, are you going to take me in?

No. You're free to go.

But let's be clear on something.

Your involvement in this case is now over.

Any more interference and I'll charge you.

Understood, Detective.

I agree with Katsumoto's theory.

Not the part about me being involved, but the part where Kristoff Mitty was

double-crossed by a partner. And I'm hoping the identity of that partner is

right here in Mitty's cell phone.

Okay, in my own defense, I lifted the phone before Katsumoto told me to stay

out of the case.

Terrific.

Fingerprint ID.

I don't suppose I can go back and unzip the body bag to get Mitty's print.

I mean, you got something.

Sorry, brother.

If someone's trying to move those paintings off the island, no one's

talking.

Great. There is a piece of news that I've been dying to share.

Our very own Theodore Calvin is an art freak.

I hate you.

Uh, wait, what?

I know, right? It turns out our boy minored in art history after being

rejected from, wait for it, art school.

Okay, okay, settle down. Art school?

Come on, TC, tell me that's not true. Come on, tell him. Tell him.

Yeah. It's true.

When I was little, there was this cool art studio right down the street from my

dance class.

And that is... Game of Art. Oh, my God. I am so happy right now.

Oh, my God. We spent 18 months and 11 days in a POW camp together. How did

this never come up? Right?

I mean, why wouldn't you share that?

Yeah, come on. Thomas is right, Theodore. You have deprived us of years

of bragging on you. That is not cool, man. Guys, as much as I am thoroughly

enjoying this pointless conversation, can we just table it until the case is

solved? That's cool with me. I gotta go back to work anyway. I figured you would

say that. Bye.

Three, four, five.

Three, four, five.

You want me to do what?

Crack Mitty's cell phone. If you can help with that, then maybe we can get a

lead on who his partner was.

If you think it will assist in finding Jack's murderer, of course.

Thank you.

Hey, for what it's worth, and I'm not trying to pry,

but if you want to talk, I know what it's like to lose someone you care

about.

Jack and I weren't lovers, Magnum.

Yeah, but I... I can tell there was something special there, so... He was my

friend.

And... I don't have too many of those on this island.

Having a fellow Brit... Someone I could talk to,

just... Well...

made being this far from home a little bit easier.

Come in.

We'll be right there.

Is something wrong?

Could say that, yes.

First, I'm calling my cousin Captain Gary Covina at Major Crimes. Then my

sister-in-law in the City Council.

Then my late tutu's neighbor at the DA's office. Ma'am, if you don't calm down...

Ma'am, don't ma'am me.

Come here.

The Gestapo here says they're looking for that stolen art. Claim they have a

warrant. We do have a warrant.

Yeah? You can't honestly believe that I have those paintings.

What I believe is none of your business. What matters is the DA thinks you do.

Is this for the main house as well? The judge agreed the paintings could be

anywhere on the compound. Except they're not because I don't have them. I'm just

doing my job, Magnum.

All right, don't get in the way. You're already under a cloud.

He's right, Magnum.

Just let them do their search.

Come on, Thomas, let's go.

Yeah, Perez, what do you got?

They trashed the flower beds.

Savages. We'll be gone soon. Don't worry.

This is insane.

The paintings aren't here.

You're right.

They're not.

Turns out they're in a storage locker in Wahiawa.

Well, that's good news.

Not for you.

Detective Perez tells me your name is on the lease.

Detective, that's absurd.

This is a setup. Come on. You need to come with us, Magnum.

Put him in the car.

No visible damage.

What about the Chagall?

It's fine.

All things considered, they're in great shape.

Mahalo, Ms. Hutton. That was Mahalona.

An officer will see you up.

I don't think he did it.

Sorry? Thomas Magnum.

I met him the other night.

A four-year-old knows more about art than he does.

She's right.

And how did you even find the storage locker?

An anonymous tip?

You gotta be kidding me. That doesn't...

screen set up? Fine. Then let's talk about your alibi. I told you I was home.

Can anyone verify that?

No.

I was alone.

Look, detective, you're too smart to think that I actually did this.

Or do you think I'm dumb enough that I'd put the lease under my own name?

I don't know you, Magnum.

So I don't know how dumb you are.

What I do know is that every PI I've ever met is a bottom feeder who can't be

trusted.

For instance, Christoph Mitty's cell phone was missing from the crime scene.

You know anything about that?

Okay, this has been really fun, but I think I'm done.

See ya.

Hey, you think you can just walk out of here?

Yes, I do.

You know why?

No cuffs.

I'm not under arrest.

Which means this is a voluntary interview, and under the laws of the

great state of Hawaii, I'm free to go. I think you stole evidence from a crime

scene. How about I arrest you for that? Then I'll lawyer up, and you'll have

done nothing but waste time.

Look, detective, I don't know you either.

But being who Candler was, I'm sure you're under a lot of pressure to make

an arrest.

The problem is, is I don't think you like me for this. In fact, I'd go so far

as to say that you think I'd be framed.

So you have a decision to make.

Charge me.

Or release me.

What's it going to be?

Iggy!

Thanks for showing.

Appreciate the moral support.

I have information, Magnum.

Please tell me you got into Mitty's phone.

Yes. Thank heavens for superglue.

Superglue? Using the fumes, I was able to lift Mitty's thumbprint off the

screen, made a copy, and used that to unlock the phone.

Okay, one, that's really cool. You're absolutely gonna have to show me how to

do that. Two, did you find anything?

Perhaps.

James, what are you doing here?

Came here to take possession of Mr. Candler's property on behalf of his

estate. He would have wanted his art seen by the masses, not consigned to

some dark room in a police department basement.

It's evidence.

Cops aren't gonna give it to you. Well, these are some of the best lawyers on

the island, so we'll see.

Hey, you may want to ask if they handle criminal defense.

James. I know how it looks, but Magnum had nothing to do with any of this.

Really? Because here's how it looks to me.

He got to do a dry run.

Test Jack's security, identify weak spots, and then break in again for real

before we had a chance to address the problems.

Then he teamed up with Kristoff to sell the art, and I can only assume Kristoff

tried to screw you in the deal, so you killed him.

None of that is true.

James, Magnum is many things. He's an uncultured man-child, a lazy freeloader,

a terrible driver.

But he is not.

A thief. And he is definitely not a killer.

Well, you'll forgive me.

But given everything I've been told, I'm finding that very hard to believe.

What?

Lazy freeloader?

Uncultured manchild?

I was defending you.

It's all true, by the way.

What did you find on the phone?

Something rather curious.

And last week, Middy was in contact with a man named Wendell Cratton. Okay, so

who's Wendell Cratton? According to the California Bureau of Prisons, he was a

convicted art forger.

Art forger?

I found a text Middy sent to Cratton last week. He said that he was going to

be brokering a large under-the-table sale and that someone involved had asked

if he knew any art forgers.

He told Cratton that that person would be reaching out to him.

Okay, so that large under-the-table deal must be the Candler job.

Agreed. I just don't know how the art forger figures into it.

Let's ask him.

Great. Probably pin this on me, too.

Head injury?

Yeah, just like Mitty.

Probably the same killer.

What is it?

You see this blow under the fingernails?

It's made from lapis lazuli. It's a rare gemstone. You just don't see this color

much past the Victorian era.

Suddenly, Thomas Magnum has art knowledge.

Surely it's a sign of the apocalypse.

Perhaps... I should pray.

There it is. You see that?

Detroit Tiger Blue.

Remember the painting of the Victorian lady? It had that same color blue in it.

Mitty's partner must have had Kraton Forging.

But if you're right, that makes one wonder whether HPD has the original or

the fake.

Six paintings stolen, six paintings recovered.

In between, one of those paintings was secretly forged.

Meanwhile, whoever's behind this still has the original. But Jack said that it

was by far the least valuable in the collection.

Why go through that trouble?

Maybe it's more valuable than anybody realizes.

I mean, that's the only answer that fits.

You're not going to go through the trouble of stealing something if it's

not valuable.

But how could it be valuable?

I don't know.

But I know who would know.

Hard to price it.

You honestly believe Tracy Hutton is capable of murder?

Two, actually.

The guy in there and Kristoff Mitty both wear blunt force trauma to the head.

What about Jack?

I'm not sure. He was killed with a gun. It's a different MO, which makes me

think there was a second person involved.

I'm going to fill in Katsumoto and tell him to meet me at Tracy's. I'll stay

here and wait for HPD.

Please.

Be careful.

She's an art appraiser. I think I can handle it.

Everyone's been assuming the thief knew how to defeat Candler's security because

of my report.

Hell, I even worried about it.

But you know who else could have beaten that security?

An insider.

It's like James Chen is that insider.

I hate it when my little voice is right.

Come on! Come on!

So let me guess.

Trent's trying to kill you because you gave the paintings to the cops.

Look, I don't know what you think is going on. I'll tell you what I think is

going on.

I think you got Chen to steal the paintings, but you didn't tell him you

were only interested in one, the Victorian.

And I don't know how, but somehow Kristoff figured it out, so you killed

him. Then you took out the fortune to close the loop.

If you lie to me, I'm going to hand you over to him.

I had no choice.

Kristoff said he'd go to the cops if he didn't get a cut.

Look, the Victoria's worth a fortune.

We can split it.

No.

In here.

Tracy conned you, Chen.

She got you to kill a good man.

How's that feel?

He came home early.

It wasn't my fault.

You late?

Okay, Tracy.

Time to talk.

Apparently I was right.

This thing's worth a mint.

Turns out there's another painting underneath it.

There it is.

Looks like an old master.

Oh, look at you with your art knowledge. And, yeah, that's a Rembrandt.

This guy who did the top layer thought he was just reusing an old canvas. Had

no idea he was painting over a masterpiece.

Tracy figured it out. Yeah, but unfortunately for her, Chris Offmitty

got onto it, too.

So she had to get her hands dirty.

Yeah, once the bodies started piling up, she knew you guys would need someone to

point the finger at.

Good thing I didn't fall for it. Not entirely.

This newly discovered Rembrandt...

You seen Higgins?

She's been in the study all morning.

TC's two minutes out.

Robin's always early, isn't he?

I know it's not a... a shandy, but... I

thought maybe... Thank you, Megan.

To Jack.

He's here.

Lost your clip on Ty, did you?

Funny.

I'll rob it of you in a few minutes.

Sounds wildly optimistic.

This is pathetic.

Please go.

Enough already. May I?

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

More than you know.

Lovely. That's all right.

It's perfect.

Touch it again and you won't get your lollipop.

Now come along.

Leave it.