All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. 3x11 - The Lies We Tell (English)

Ah!

All right.

That's enough of a warm-up.

Warm-up? I thought you said
you wanted a friendly rally.

Well, I thought you said
you could play tennis.

Well, you know,

I'm kind of more of a game-day guy.

I need some stakes
to really elevate my play.

All right, then.

Let's make it interesting.

One game.

Loser buys malasadas from Leonard's.

All right. You're on.

- Out!
- Yes!

- What?
- It was out.

No, it was clearly on the line.
I-I saw it.

I can assure you, it was not.

And I'm supposed
to take your word for it?

Thomas, I don't need to cheat to win.

I'm just calling it like I see it.

Now, are you gonna whine,
or can we be adults about this?

Okay, there it is. Clearly in.

It's not clearly anything.

It's a terrible angle.
The security footage

is inconclusive at best.

Okay, well, we're gonna

have to revisit this.
Our 10:00 a.m. is here.

- What 10:00 a.m.?
- Elena Dunn.

She called about an hour ago.

It was pretty urgent,
so I put her in the calendar.

Or did you miss that, too?

Thank you for seeing me
on such short notice.

I-I didn't know where else to go.

Well, we're happy to help.

So, uh, why don't you tell us
what's going on, Elena.

Two nights ago,
the man I'd been seeing...

He was murdered.

We're so sorry for your loss.

Why don't you tell us what happened.

I'm not sure where to begin.

It all happened so fast.

You were there?

I was upstairs when they broke in.

There were two of them.

They argued with Jax, then...

they shot him.

There was nothing I could do.

Do the police have any leads?

I'm not sure they know he's dead.

- You didn't go to HPD?
- That's why I'm here.

I-I can't go to the police.

This would destroy my family.

I'm not sure that I follow.

I'm married.

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Sorry for asking,
but is there any chance your husband,

uh, knew about the affair?

He has no idea.

And, please, it has to stay that way.

I can understand the
need for discretion,

but I really must urge you to
take this to the authorities.

I'm sure Thomas would agree.

Well, legally, there's no
obligation to report the crime.

Legality isn't the only factor

in this scenario.
A man's life has been taken.

There is a moral obligation.

Believe me, I know.

And I know what you must think,

but however this looks,
I love my husband.

Our marriage isn't perfect,

but the thought of losing everything...

I won't blow our lives up
over one mistake,

especially one that was
over before it started.

So this relationship with Jax
was a-a new thing?

I met him a month ago at a coffee shop.

Valentine's Day, no less.

He took my drink by accident,

and we struck up a conversation.

He was charming and funny and...

I knew it was wrong,

but it didn't feel that way;
it felt like fate.

Yeah.

Two nights ago, I finally agreed

to meet Jax at his place.

But when I got there...

He was a perfect gentleman,
but I... I was so nervous.

I-I'd never done anything
like this before.

He kissed me, and I spilled
my wine on the rug.

I'm so sorry.

So I went to the bathroom
to collect myself.

But the truth is I wasn't sure
if I could go through with it.

That's when I heard
a commotion downstairs.

You know what we're here for.

Just take it easy.

You messed with the wrong people.

There were two men in masks.

One of them had a gun to Jax's head,

and when he didn't have
what they were looking for

...don't have it.

...they got violent.

Get a knife from the kitchen.

Jax tried to fight back,

but...

What the hell'd you do?!

He made a move, man.

Find his phone, I'll search the house.

I was so terrified,
I did the only thing that I could.

I thought I was dead, too.

They left a few minutes after.

And when I was sure
they were gone, I ran.

And Jax?

He was on the floor,
right where they shot him.

He was dead.

I should have called 911,

but I wasn't supposed to be there.

And when I spilled my wine,

he mentioned a cleaning service

was coming by in the morning,

so I just assumed they'd find his body.

I haven't seen any mention
of the matter on the news.

That's just it. I keep checking.

No one has the story.

So you're afraid you're the only
one that knows that Jax is dead.

As much as I wish I could,

I can't pretend
his murder didn't happen.

Someone has to look into this.

Please.

Yeah, we'll see what we can do.

And-and you'll keep my name out of it?

You have our word.

All right, here we go.

Kimo! What's up, brother?

Oh... you're not Kimo.

No. What was your first clue?

I'm so sorry. Hi.
My name is Orville Wright.

I'm here to see Ice.

Okay. Sign in and wait.

Visiting hours don't start
for another 20 minutes.

Well, officially, yeah.

But unofficially, I, uh...

I bring the guys some sandwiches,

and they usually let me in
a little earlier.

- I already ate.
- Are you sure?

There's a pickle in here
with your name on it.

Well, technically it has
Kimo's name on it, but...

Sir... have a seat.

Okay.

Oh, so you're calling me collect
while I'm covering

for your ass for free.

Just add it to the many debts
that I owe you, pal.

I'm just gonna need you to hold
down the fort a little longer.

Look, man, I'm just
giving you a hard time. No rush.

We got things under control here.

Hey, can you help me out
with another round of Coops

- for table five?
- Gotcha.

Wow, sounds like business is booming.

Oh, you can thank Suzy for that.

Her new drink menu is on fire.

People can't get enough.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.
Wh-What new drink menu?

She didn't clear this with you?

I figured it was better to ask

for forgiveness than permission.

Well, you asked for permission,
and I-I said no.

Oh, come on, live a little.

The menu's older than I am.

It's classic.

It's ancient.

All I'm asking is to
liven the place up a bit.

Same vibe, new signature cocktails.

Mr. Wright.

Look, I gotta go.

Uh, listen, have your fun, but, uh,

don't expect these changes to stick.

Course not. Wouldn't want you
making too much money.

Very funny.

You want to try one of
those sandwiches, don't you?

My supervisor says your friend
can't have any visitors today.

You'll have to come back another time.

Wait. Why?

It's against policy to discuss
an inmate with non-family.

Now hang on,
I-I am his family, all right?

- I want to talk to Kimo. Where's Kimo?
- Sorry.

Kimo's not here either.

What do you mean they're not here?

Kimo! What the hell happened?

He collapsed in his cell.

I didn't know how to reach you.

Docs just left. He's resting.

He's gonna be okay, right?

I'm sure we'll know more soon.

Awfully quiet over there.

Is it because I haven't called the cops?

We should have handed
this case over to Katsumoto

- as soon as we got it.
- There it is.

I mean, a man has been murdered,
and our client is putting

her personal life first. It's...

It's-it's selfish.

It's human.

Elena might not be an angel, but...

- she's trying to do the right thing.
- The right thing

would have been not planning
to cheat on her husband

- in the first place.
- Look,

I don't condone cheating, but
relationships are complicated.

I mean, don't you think you're being

the slightest bit judgy?

I'm just calling it
how I see it, that's all.

This is Jax's house?

You sure this is the place?

Absolutely.

No blood, no body.

Smells like bleach. Total clean-up job.

The wine-stained rug isn't here either.

Maybe they used it to move Jax.

This is what I don't get.

Why go away and then come back?

Either get rid of the body immediately,

or just leave it.

Maybe they panicked.

She said they didn't intend to kill him.

At least not until they got
what they were looking for.

I see what Elena saw in this guy.

He seems pretty impressive.

What's going on here?

I'm so sorry, uh...
we didn't mean to startle you.

We were just looking for the
owner of the house, Jax Connors.

I'm Jax Connors. Who the hell are you?

Look, I'm two seconds
from calling the cops.

Who are you,
and what are you doing in my house?

I apologize. Uh...

Uh... Rick Wright,
Calvin & Wright Realty.

Pleasure to meet you. A-And I'm
really sorry for the intrusion,

but we walked up, the door was wide open

and we couldn't help ourselves.
I mean, this place is stunning.

What is it? A four-bed,
four-bath I'm assuming?

A little rocky on the dismount

and the aliases were
somewhat unimaginative,

but all in all, that was well-played.

Eh, well-played until he sees pictures

of some random guy in his house.

But it did raise more
questions than it answered.

Who is the dead guy
and why was he in this house?

Well, I stole a look at
Mr. Connors' luggage tag

as we left.

He lives on the mainland. If
this house is a second residence,

maybe it's listed on a
short-term rental site.

The house is listed on Airbnb,

but it says it was unoccupied last week.

What about rental companies?

Maybe a third party
oversees the tenants.

Not bad.

Makana Services.

And look who works for them.

Real name is Eddie Benson.

So he pretended the house was his,

most likely to impress Elena.

Well, Eddie's killers must
have assumed the same thing.

Maybe that's why Eddie didn't have

whatever it was they were after.

Yeah. Maybe he just didn't
have it there.

Text Tatty at HPD, see if you can get

Eddie's real address
and tell him it's important.

Looks like someone beat us here.

I bet it was Eddie's assailants.

Think they got what
they were looking for.

Monitor and keyboard
are here but no tower.

Whatever was on it must
have been important for them

to go to this much trouble.

Wait a minute.

- Higgy.
- Hmm?

You got to see this.

He was stalking you.

I don't believe this.

So, our run-in at the coffee shop...

It was intentional.

Looks like he'd been
following you for weeks.

He knew your routines,

your hobbies, he even knew
what book you were reading.

I feel like such a fool.

Maybe I deserve this.

No one deserves this, Elena.

Thank you both for your services,

but I'm not sure I need them anymore.

I just want to go home
and put all of this behind me.

Well, might not be quite that simple.

What do you mean?

Well, you were one of

the last people to see Eddie alive.

And, well, he clearly made

extensive records of your relationship.

Your best bet is still

for us to solve this case before HPD

comes knocking on your door.

Then tell me you have a lead.

I wish we could,
but a background check on Eddie

didn't bring up many flags.

Didn't have a criminal record,

no known enemies, there weren't even

any heated text exchanges,
deleted or otherwise.

Y-You can read our texts?

Well, actually,
we couldn't find any texts

between the two of you
in his phone records,

so, I mean, we just assumed
that you'd used an app

for discrete communication.

No, I texted the number he gave me.

Eddie must have had a burner phone.

We're gonna need that number, Elena.

Doc.

Are you here for Mr. Hofstetler?

Yeah, how's he doing?

He's had what's known
as a grand mal seizure.

We're running tests to figure out why,

- but he's stable.
- Can I see him?

Oh, hey, kid. You look like hell.

Must be the low blood sugar.
My lunch date stood me up.

Oh, trust me, if I had known
what they were serving here,

I'd have stayed in prison.

So, how are you?

Are you, are you in pain? What can I do?

I must really look like crap.

Haven't seen you this scared
since the day we met.

Now, who you calling scared?

I think it was pretty ballsy
for a 14-year-old kid

to steal a car for a joyride.

Ah. It's not a joyride if you total it

before you're out of the driveway.

Ten seconds of glory and I had to spend

a whole summer riding a lawn mower

just to pay off the damage.

Yeah.

Well, my yard never looked so good.

The best part about it?

That clunker wasn't worth half
of what I charged you for it.

Oh, you sly dog.
You're gonna tell me that now?

Why would you do that?

Well, maybe if I'm gonna meet my maker,

I want to do it with a clear conscience.

Come on, Ice, don't...

Tell me you're still
fighting this thing.

I sure as hell can't do it

on an empty stomach, I'll tell you.

Why don't you go out there

and find something
half decent for me, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

You got it, boss.

You sure you're okay?

You seem to be taking
our client's infidelity...

kind of personally.

How's that?

Well, Elena was having a difficult time

and you didn't comfort her,
and the Higgins I know

has more empathy than that.

Okay, so she makes a commitment
to a man who she then betrayed.

I mean, excuse me if I don't
jump at the opportunity

to make her feel better.

So Ethan isn't cheating on you?

What? No.

- And you're not cheating on him?
- No.

Honestly, Magnum. Enough with
this ludicrous third degree.

I'm just saying, I'm-I'm
here if you want to talk.

Gee, thanks. I would like
to talk, about work,

if that's all right.

According to the text records
on Eddie's burner phone,

Elena wasn't the only woman
that he was pursuing.

In the last six months,
he's had a string of affairs

with six different women,
all of whom were married.

Guy certainly has a type.

Yeah, or a death wish. Manipulated wives

and angry husbands make
for a long list of enemies.

Yes, but our vic was killed

by two men who were
looking for something.

All right? Not quite ready

to connect his death to the affairs yet.

No, I agree. We're missing
something, definitely.

Why would Eddie stalk
these women for months,

only to date them for a couple weeks

- and then move on?
- It is odd.

There doesn't appear
to be a jilted partner.

The lovebirds make plans
to see one another again,

and then communication
just stops completely.

Well, everybody except this woman.

Mia Collins.

Look at her last text to him.

"I'm not paying you a cent."

What if he was blackmailing them?

Well, that would certainly explain
the interest in married women,

and the sudden halt in communications.

Can you pull up his financials?

Yeah.

Oh, here. Look.

Several large cash deposits
in his recent bank statements.

And the dates...

Yeah, they all correspond with
the end of each of the affairs.

I think we need to pay Mia a visit.

I mean, she was the only one
who refused to play ball.

Maybe she hired muscle to recover

whatever leverage Eddie had on her

and ended up with a more
permanent solution to the problem.

Sir.

What do you got for me?

Body of a 35 to 40-year-old male

washed up this morning
with a GSW to the chest.

Time of death?

Unclear.

The guy's been submerged for a while.

M.E. says it's gonna
make forensics difficult.

- We got a name?
- Here you go.

Get me what you can on Eddie Benson.

Kids are outside,
only Mia's car in the driveway.

You know, we might actually have

a chance to question her
about the affair.

Still, we can't exactly expect
her to self-incriminate.

Murder suspects tend to want
to be quiet about their victims.

Yeah, but she's a victim, too.

If she thinks we're on her side,

maybe she'll trust us enough to open up.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Almost assuredly not.

Well, just follow my lead.

We at Calvin & Wright

are working on an extortion case.

A client of ours is suing for damages

after being blackmailed by Eddie Benson,

aka Jax Connors.

Uh, without wanting

to be indelicate, we
have reason to believe

that you were also a victim of his?

Yes, we slept together.

But the creep had his
bedroom wired with cameras.

The next thing I know, he's showing me

a sex tape and threatening
to send it to my husband

if I don't pay him $12,000.

That must have been difficult.

If you had paid,

you would have legal recourse.

You kidding? I told him to go to hell.

That doesn't sound good.

What'd I do this time?

Hey, babe. Not you. Eddie Benson.

According to these two, that's
the real name of the scumbag

I dated.

Uh, so you were aware of Eddie?

Key to a successful marriage:
no secrets, uh, no shackles.

So you have an open relationship?

It's not for everyone,
but, uh, it works for us.

If anything, it's made

our partnership more intimate.

Right.

Well, I think we've taken up
enough of your time.

Why don't we show ourselves out?

It was lovely meeting you.

That was unexpected.

Now who's being judgy?

So, Mia didn't pay Eddie
because she didn't have to.

- Mm.
- He didn't have any leverage.

Maybe we dismissed the
other women too quickly.

I mean, even if they met
Eddie's financial demands,

they couldn't know that he
wouldn't come back later

for more money.

I think we need to cast a wider net.

Dig into people's phone calls,
e-mails, texts, financials.

If somebody enlisted help
to deal with Eddie,

chances are they left a trail.

What's going on here? What happened?

- Is he, is he okay?
- He's having a seizure.

I need you to step outside.

Let's get him on his side
and check his airway.

Push Ativan, one milligram IV.

And someone get him on the clock.

I don't get it. Ten minutes ago,
he was fine. What happened?

Tests confirm that the lung cancer

has metastasized to his brain.

After this last incident,
we've had to put him

on an anti-epileptic drip.

It's essentially a
medically induced coma.

- But he's in no pain.
- Okay.

All right, so what now? What do we do?

Unfortunately,
there's not much we can do.

Palliative care, yes ..., no, no.

You can't give up on him.

Legally, I don't have a choice.

Why, because he's a prisoner?

He's a human being for God's sake.

Mr. Wright, your friend signed
a do-not-resuscitate order.

He doesn't want treatment.

It's out of my hands.

Oh.

What is it?

It's TC.

Icepick's in the hospital.

He might not make it.

Try Rick.

There's no answer.

Well, at least Rick's there
in the hospital with him.

Yeah, I mean...

as hard as it is to say goodbye,

it's... worse
when you don't get the chance.

You're right about that.

And, uh...

whilst I will deny ever saying it,

you're right about something else.

I'm taking this Elena case...

personally.

And...

I'm not sure why. I will figure it out.

Just need some time.

Will you let me get there?

Of course.

Can I ask you to do something?

Ease up on Elena?

I still think we need to
persuade her to talk to the police.

Somehow I think they already know.

You two better start talking.

Why were you at
Eddie Benson's house earlier today?

Who said we were?

A neighbor saw
two Oahu Water & Power workers

leave the property.

Blonde woman and a Latino man.

That's your move.

We have more than one move, Gordy.

Calvin & Wright might disagree.

Can someone answer the question, please?

Because Eddie Benson is dead.

And you two don't seem surprised.

Well, Eddie Benson was a bad guy
with a lot of enemies.

He was probably gonna
end up dead anyway.

All right, what do you know
about him that I don't?

Okay, he had a nasty
habit of seducing women

and then blackmailing them.

One of his victims hired us
to look into him,

and we confirmed a
pattern of predatory behavior.

That's interesting. Blackmail
could certainly explain

why Eddie washed up on the beach.

You have any idea who killed him?

Not yet, but we'll get there.

Body dump was amateur hour...
improperly weighted down,

used a brand-new rope.

I'm guessing it was purchased
right around the time of death.

Unfortunately, T.O.D.

is an eight-hour window
and with 50 stores

on Oahu... you're looking at my week.

Thanks.

Gordon?

What if we could shed some
light on the time of death?

And how exactly would you do that?

Did we mention that our client was

with Eddie when he died?

Unbelievable. Forget time of death.

I want to talk to your client.

No, you can't.

Excuse me?

She's a married woman.

She doesn't want to...

have to explain a police inquiry

to her husband.

First, this is a homicide.

And second, the man has a right to know.

No, that's up for her to decide, not us.

Please. She made her bed.

She made a mistake, Gordon.

Eddie's time of death was just
before midnight on Thursday.

It's all we can say.

What? I gave him all
the information he needs.

Didn't have to ruin Elena's
life. I didn't see the point.

Fair enough.

Hey, man.

What are you doing here?

Where else would I be?

You shouldn't be going
through this alone.

So how's he doing?

Well, not good.

Between the, uh, cancer
and the seizures...

you know... they don't
expect him to wake up.

But I'm still hoping for a miracle.

Yeah.

Look, I know this is not
what you want to hear.

But maybe this is the miracle.

You know... Icepick not in pain.

You by his side.

Till the end.

No, man. Nah, no, no,
his vitals are up and down.

He's in there.

He's fighting.

Yeah, I bet.

But, you know,
sometimes they do that for us.

Not for them.

You know, when my grandmama got sick,

I felt the same way.

It took me years before I realized...

...she was waiting on me.

I just wish I had told her
sooner it was okay to go.

Just spoke to an old client
who works at the Bank of Hawaii.

Uh, one of Eddie's victims,
this woman, Karen Parks,

she's got an account there.
Guess who just withdrew

$10,000 in cash?

Okay, wasn't expecting
that to stump you.

I'm thinking that maybe Karen is paying

the killers for a job well done.

Then why did several
of Eddie's other victims

just do exactly the same thing?

I hacked First Oahu network.

And they all withdrew
the same large amount

in the last hour.

So what do you think, these
women are working together?

There's no evidence that these
women know each other at all.

But maybe the blackmail is ongoing.

What if Eddie's killers saw
the incriminating files

and they thought they'd hit the jackpot?

Okay, so the job goes
from burglary to murder.

And these guys decide
to up their payday,

and make it worth their while.

It's not a bad theory, but they
would have to communicate

that threat somehow.

Look.

Here. All of the women

received calls from the same number

about 90 minutes ago.

Okay, ping that number for the location.

I'm gonna grab the car.

Guess the time of death
we supplied was helpful.

You traced the purchase of that
rope to the owner of this house?

I did. I also identified your client,
Elena Dunn.

- How?
- Eddie had her name in his calendar.

And that's not all.

They knew she was there
the night of the murder.

- Hello?
- Elena, it's us. Uh, listen.

- We don't have much time.
- What's wrong?

The men who killed Eddie

know that you were there as a witness.

And we believe they're
on their way to get you.

Th-They're coming here?

Everyone's gone.

What do I do?

You need to get out of the building

and get to a public place.

They won't touch you in a crowd.

Keep this line open, Elena.
We're on our way.

Okay, I've got visuals inside.

If I can access the lobby cameras,

I'll know when they arrive.

Oh, my God. They're already there.

Okay, Elena, we need you to stay calm

and find cover.

They're inside the building
and they're coming up right now.

She ain't here, man.

Nah, she is.

We just missed her.

She ain't too far though.
Keep searching.

Elena, are you still there?

Yes. Are you close?

Yeah, we're two minutes away.
Can you get to a secure room?

Um, there's a-a locked room
for sensitive case files.

You need a code.

It's across the office,
but I think I can get to it.

Okay, go now.

Don't move!

Down on the ground.

Hey, hey. Look at me.

Hey, hey. You're all right.

It's over.

I got you. You're safe now. Come on.

Let's go.

Just get her out of here.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

I don't know how to thank you.

No, we're just glad you're all right.

My husband.

- He's here.
- Yeah.

When the police learned
you were a target,

they called your house.

Does he know?

No.

We thought that best left to you.

What if he can't forgive me?

How do we move on from this?

Maybe you don't have to move on.

You just have to move forward.

I mean, if you guys love each other,

you'll find a way.

She was lucky to have you two
looking out for her tonight.

You weren't so bad yourself.

Well, my work's not done yet.

Perps won't give up the man
that hired them.

Who said it was a man?

He did.

He said, "I'm not giving you his name."

Whoever hired these geniuses
definitely overpaid.

Yeah, but all of Eddie's
blackmail victims

were prepared to pay again tonight.

Which means they still have secrets.

Their husbands don't know.

Everybody except for Wade Collins.

- Who?
- One of Eddie's victims,

Mia Collins,
she was in an open marriage.

Her husband actually knew
about the relationship.

Yeah, but it doesn't mean
he would let a stranger

keep compromising footage
of the mother of his children.

It's a good theory. I'll look into it.

Thanks.

You ready?

Yeah. Think I am.

Sorry I'm late, old man.

Just, uh...

somehow I didn't really-really
believe this was it.

Guess, uh...

...guess it was easier to
pretend like we had more time.

Wasn't the first time, you know.

Trust me, you were,

you were fooling no one
with that crappy car of yours.

The second I totaled it,
I knew I did you a favor.

But working for you that summer?

That was the first time anybody
expected anything of me.

The first time anybody
looked out for me.

I guess I didn't,
I didn't want that to end.

I still don't.

But you saved my life.

The least I can do
is let you go out on your terms.

I love you.

He's gone?

I'm sorry, man.

Yeah.

What's this?

Your friend Kimo sent it to me.

Ice wanted to make sure that you got it.

I'll give you some privacy.

Hey, Ricky. Uh...

I guess, if you're seeing this, I'm...

I'm finally a free man.

And given the circumstances, I...

I think it's a possibility
we didn't get a real goodbye.

And I know maybe
that-that hurts, right now.

Maybe even seems unfair.

But the truth is, kid, you and me?

We don't need any of that crap.

I'm always gonna look out for you, kid.

Wherever I am...

I'm okay.

If you're okay, I'm okay.

I love you.

Just talked to Katsumoto.

We were right about Wade.

Money transfer confirms
he hired Eddie's killer.

And Mia?

She was in the dark.

I guess their marriage did have
some secrets after all.

Not that secrets between
partners is a bad thing.

All right, Magnum.

I figured out

why this case was affecting me so much.

Thank you for letting me get there.

The truth is,

I was being judgmental
about Elena because I was...

I was actually judging myself.

My own relationship.

I thought things with you
and Ethan were going well.

They are. They're great.

That's the problem.

When I promised to spend
the rest of my life with Richard,

I meant it.

I mean, he's been gone
a few years now, but...

I felt that whilst
my heart was still his,

a small part of him
was still here and...

now I'm...

You feel like you're betraying
him because you're falling

in love with Ethan.

I think I already have fallen.

That's something to celebrate,
not feel guilty about.

But I do feel guilty.

Well, something tells me
he would be happy for you.

Thanks, Magnum.

Now, cheating on the
tennis court this morning,

that is something to feel guilty about.

Come off it. That ball was clearly out.

No, it wasn't, it was
clearly on the line.

- Hey.
- Shammy. All right.

Perfect timing.

I need you to help us
settle something real quick.

I got the video on my phone.
Give me one...

Whatever it is, I side with Higgins.

Don't even have to see the video. Okay.

Very sensible.

Hey.

Your friends are waiting
for you on the lanai.

Um, you know what?

I'll meet you out there.

You got it, bro.

I'm sorry about your friend.

Thanks.

And, uh, thanks for keeping
an eye on the place.

It's the least I could do.
And look, it's still standing.

So are these the drinks
everybody's talking about?

'Cause I sure could use one.

Nine bucks for a "Big Island Iced Tea"?

Oh, just shut up and try it.

Say it. It's delicious.

It's delicious.

Wow. And, uh...

nine bucks for that amount
of booze, that's a steal.

Well, maybe we can call it
"The Icepick" instead.

I'll leave you guys to it.

I'll see you tomorrow, boss.

Tomorrow.

Icepick.

- Hey.
- There he is.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How you holding up?

Uh, you know what? I'm okay.

Or, you know, I-I will be.

We know how much he meant to you.

And how much you meant to him.

Yeah, if there's anything we can do.

Yeah, well, uh, you know what? There is.

You guys can all raise your glasses

and make sure I'm not drinking alone.

Don't have to ask me twice.

Hear, hear.

To Icepick.

He will be missed. May he rest in peace.

- To Ice.
- To Ice.