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♪

♪ Tie me to the scarlet sea

♪ I need to hear you say to me

OFFICER:
Ready. Aim.

♪ That you wanted it this way Ready.

Aim. Fire.♪ And I see

[playing "Taps"]

Present.Arms.

[guns fire]

OFFICER:
Ready.

♪

[guns fire]

♪

♪ So tie me to the final page

♪ Tie me to an empty stage...

I urge you to consider this,

that no place in the National
Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific

can be purchased;
each must be earned.

In life, Bob Braddock
honored this flag,

and now, in death, this flag

will honor him.

That was lovely, Magnum.
Thank you for inviting us.

Thank you all for coming.
It means a lot.

Any excuse to put on
my favorite suit.

No, it was an honor
to be here.

Yeah, you really went
above and beyond

for Bob and his family.

Thanks, TC.

I'll catch up with you guys.

I want to thank you
and your friends

for being here
to honor Bobby.

It was our pleasure.

Bob was a great man.

And I'm so grateful to you

for bringing him and me
back together

before it was too late.

Sharing...

these last two weeks
with him was...

Well, here.

No, no. Just knowing Bob
was enough.

It's not from me,
it's from Bobby.

This is from me.

Don't let the years
slip between your fingers

like we did.

Anybody you care about,

tell them how you feel.

And then hold 'em close
and never let 'em go.

Hmm?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Thanks, Thomas.

Thanks, Danny.

[sighs]

["Magic Carpet Ride"
by Steppenwolf playing]

♪ I like to dream

♪ Yes, yes, right between
the sound machine ♪

♪ On a cloud of sound
I drift in the night ♪

♪ Any place it goes is right

♪ Goes far, flies near

♪ To the stars away from here

♪ Well, you don't know what
we can find ♪

♪ Why don't you come
with me, little girl ♪

♪ On a magic carpet ride

♪ Well, you don't know what
we can see ♪

♪ Why don't you tell
your dreams to me ♪

♪ Fantasy will set you free.

Nice ride, Detective.
Midlife crisis?

I've had this bike
since I was 29.

Oh, yours hit early.

They call me in on my day
off to listen to your stand-up,

or you got a body to show me?

Can't we do both?

Right.

Heavy rains last week
must have uncovered it.

A group of hikers wandered
off the main trail

this morning and spotted this.

Looks like a body dump.

Been here about four
or five years.

Victim appears to be
an adult male.

KATSUMOTO:
Hands were bound.

Bullet hole in the temple
suggests this was an execution,

so maybe Yakuza or Triads?

[sighs]
No, they're pros.

This was amateur hour.

The shallow grave, teeth intact.

Shell casing left with the body.

That's not all they left.

REYES:
We found this phone
in the victim's pocket.

Using mobile forensics,
we determined that

the battery died on
March 2, 2018,

at 1:38 a.m.

We're out of cell range,

so it would've drained
pretty quickly

searching for a signal.

Even fully charged,
it'd be dead

in three to six hours.

Which puts the night
of March 1st

as the probable time of death.

Is there anything on there that
could help ID the victim?

Still working on that.

Memory's pretty degraded.

But I was able to recover
a voice mail

left about three days
before the phone died.

Sebastian Nuzo.

You know him?

No, but I know someone who did.

♪

MAGNUM:Well, the card on
Bob's gift said:

"Don't drink it alone."

Well, you heard the man.
It's 5:00 somewhere.

SHAMMY: Yeah, I hope Bob won't
mind me going with ginger ale.

I gotta fly a tour
in 30 minutes.

Gotcha, buddy.

Thank you, Ricky.

Okay, to Bob, and the 'ohana

that helped me honor him today.
Cheers.

ALL:
Cheers.

That's excellent.

Ow!

[chuckles]
Kumu!

What?

I've got a meeting to get to
at the Cultural Center.

It's on my way. You want a ride?

Mahalo.
RICK:
Yeah, I gotta bail, too.

Suzy and I are picking out some
paint for the baby's room.

And I got a lunch date
with Mahina.
Ooh.

And I gotta help Cade
with his homework.

So, later, alligator.

Bye.See you, guys.

See you.Thanks for coming.

[phone chimes]

Okay, what is it?

What do you mean?

Your phone. What did you
not want me to see?

Just tell me it doesn't have
anything to do with MI6.

No, no, I assure you
it's nothing like that.

Okay, well, come on. Spill.

[scoffs]

You remember Ella?

The 12-year-old you helped crack
a triple homicide with.

That's who you're texting?

No, not her.

It's her father, Cole.

I mean,
we're just texting, okay?

So there is absolutely nothing
to needle me about.

And you can wipe away
that silly grin.

This grin isn't because there's
something to needle you about.

It's because there could be
something to needle you about

in the future, and...
I look forward to that.

Right. Wow,
what an exciting life

you do lead, Thomas.

Mm.

[phone ringing]

Hey, Gordie, what's going on?
Sure. Yeah, yeah.

Uh, we'll be right down. Okay.

What's up?

Gordie says he wants
to talk to me

down at the station.

Just you? What's it about?I don't know.

He didn't say.

Have a seat.

Okay, look, I-I think I know
what this is about,

and I know technically
it's a crime

to use a fake badge,

but I never said I was a cop.

So...

That's not what this is about.No.

Okay, well, just forget
what I said.

Gladly. But I do need to
ask you some questions.

HPD recovered a body
this morning.

Homicide from four years ago.

There was a voice mail
on the victim's phone

from Sebastian Nuzo.

Thomas!

Oh, Nuzo...

Four years ago?

That was around the time
Nuzo was killed.

You think this could be
connected?

Well, this is about six months
before Nuzo died,

but I am wondering if there's
a different kind of connection.

Hey, it's Nuzo. Look,

you're not returning
my phone calls,

so let me just make this clear.
You think you can

double-cross me?
When I find your sorry ass,

there's gonna be hell to pay.

Three days after
receiving this message,

the victim was shot in the head.

And right now, Sebastian Nuzo
is the prime suspect.

♪

Look, I know how it sounds,

but there's no way Nuzo had
anything to do with the murder.

I know he was your friend,
Magnum,

but I can't ignore evidence.

I'm not asking you
to ignore evidence.

I'm just saying you don't have
all the evidence.

Who was this guy anyway?

Well, we're still waiting
on Forensics to confirm,

but the cell's SIM card

and a four-year-old
missing persons report

have tentatively ID'd the victim
as Bruce Fletcher.

You ever meet him, or hear
Nuzo talk about him?

[exhales slowly]

No. No.

Nuzo never mentioned the guy,

but if I can think of anything,
I'll let you know.

Why'd you just lie for me?

You know why.

I'm not telling him about
your history with Fletcher

until I have the whole picture.

We both know
you didn't kill him.

Do we, though?
I mean, come on.

You heard that voice mail.

Okay, smart guy,
how'd you do it?

How the hell should I know?

I'm just your memories, pal.

If you really want to know
who killed that guy...

[sighs]

I'm gonna have to
find out myself.

So you gonna take the case?

HIGGINS: Hey.RICK: Yo.

Hey, guys.

Thanks for coming.

Did you talk to
Katsumoto yet?

Yeah, about
30 minutes ago.

And he called me right after.

He play you the voice mail?

Yeah. And I told him
he's out of his mind

if he thinks Nuzo did this.Same here.

I have no idea who
this Fletcher dude is,

or why Nuzo would
leave that message.

But you do, don't you?

So what did you not tell Gordon
that you're gonna tell us?

About four years ago,
Nuzo comes to me

and he asks me to find
Bruce Fletcher.

And did you?

Yeah. He was a salvage diver

who worked on and off
for Nuzo.

About a month before
that voice mail,

he borrowed $2,000 and a bunch
of diving equipment from Nuzo

and then ghosted him.

It looks like you managed
to track him down.

Wasn't easy, either.

He had been evicted
from his apartment,

stopped answering his phone.

But I found out he was
a fitness fanatic,

so I staked out his gym.

From there,
I tracked him to a bar.

TC:
The guy hits the metal,

then goes drinking?

That's a strange
post-workout routine.

Well, tell that to the ladies
who have "lava flow lunch"

at La Mariana every Wednesday
after CrossFit.

And then I tailed him
to a friend's house

that he had been crashing at,

and I gave Nuzo the address.

And then Nuzo went to see him?

I-I don't, I don't know.

I checked in about
a week later,

and Nuzo just said that
he handled it.

Right. So now the police think
that by "handling it,"

it meant that Nuzo had
killed Fletcher.

We all know Nuzo
didn't do this.

But if HPD thinks he did,

it could destroy his memory.

I mean, they could strip him
of his military honors,

even cut of benefits
to Lara and Jake.

We're not gonna
let that happen.

I'm gonna look deeper into

Nuzo and Fletcher's
relationship.

Higgins, if you can dive into
Fletcher's digital footprint.

Give me the friend's address.

I'll see what I can
find out about him.

And TC and I,
we'll hit the gym.

Track down his buddies.

Maybe they'll talk to us

if they won't talk
to the police.

Yeah, I'd like to see who else

might have had it out
for Fletcher.

There's just one thing
you're forgetting, Magnum.

You have to go back
and tell Gordon the truth.

TC:
Yeah, TM,

I trust your instincts,
but Gordie is 'ohana.

I think it'd be okay
to bring him in on this.

You absolutely have to
bring him in on this.

If he finds out
you lied to him,

which he will,
he's not gonna be happy.

HIGGINS:
Exactly.

But we know that Nuzo
didn't do this,

so we shouldn't be afraid
of the facts.

I'm not afraid of the facts.

I'm afraid of what the police,
even a good cop like Katsumoto,

will do if they don't
have all the facts.

Nuzo's not here
to defend himself,

so we're gonna have to
do it for him.

I'm going to see Lara.

Thomas, can I talk
to you for a sec?

About?

Well, you're clearly
upset about this.

I think we all are...Higgins,

I'm fine.

[door opens, closes]

[engine revving]

I get you lying
to Katsumoto,

but lying to Higgy, too?

What lie? I didn't lie.

"I'm fine, Higgins."

Come on.

I am fine.Oh, yeah.

You're just peachy.

What are you doing here anyway?

It's your subconscious, pal.
You tell me.

But they're not wrong,
you know.

You should have told
Katsumoto the truth.

Dude's had your back
more times than I can count.

You never even met the man.

Hello?!

Subconscious.

Look, Gordie doesn't know
how wrong he is

because he didn't know you.

But he knows you.

And a good cop could be
a real ally here.

So why not tell him
everything?

Unless there's
a small part of you

that wonders if
I really did it.

No. No, absolutely not.

I mean, Jules, Rick,
TC, Kumu.

They're all sure
I didn't do it.

But then again, they don't
know me like you did.

They weren't there
that day at Tora Bora.

Remember?

[explosions][indistinct shouting]

SOLDIER:
Cover!

Cover. Take cover!

[indistinct shouting]

NUZO:
They were coming at us
from all sides.

I had to go hand to hand.

And I went full beast.

Killed a lot of hostiles,
one with his own knife.

[pained grunting]

After seeing all that,

do you really think
I couldn't murder somebody?

That was different.
That was...

That was war.

Yeah. But it was still me.

[phone ringing]

Hey.

Hey. Is now...Is now what?

Um, an okay time?

Yeah, yeah, it's fine.

Look, even though we disagree
about Gordon, I just want to say

I really appreciate your help
on this, Higgy.

Well, we'll see
how appreciative you are

once I tell you what I found.

So I hacked into Fletcher's

old email, and I found a thread
between him and Nuzo.

Don't tell me there's
a threatening email, too.

Thankfully no,
but it appears that

the loan of the equipment
and the money

was part of a larger deal.

Nuzo was staking Fletcher
to scout a wreck.

If he found it, they were gonna
split the salvage fee.

What was the wreck?

The emails didn't say.

They must have discussed it
in person.

But I mean, even a modest fee
can be over $50,000.

Oh, I know.
Nuzo was making bank

while I was pounding
the pavement

chasing down cheating spouses.

But you see my point.

If Nuzo was expecting
a salvage fee

from his deal with Fletcher,
then there was considerably

more at stake than some
equipment and a little money.

Yeah, I know, just...

don't tell Katsumoto yet,
okay, please?

Magnum...

I'm almost at Nuzo's business.
I just want to get to Lara

before HPD ambushes her.

Yeah. Fine.
But we both know

it's just a matter of time
until...

Looks like time's up.[siren chirping]

I'll call you back.

Lara.Thomas!

They just showed up
with a warrant.

Do you know what
this is about?

It's all a big misunderstanding,

but I'm getting it cleared up.

They're going through
everything.

No, I know.
Don't worry about it.

I'll handle it.

Really, Gordie?

You're doing
the full-court press

on the widow of
a decorated veteran?

Hasn't she been
through enough?

I already told you
Nuzo didn't do this.

The evidence doesn't
support that.

The ropes that bound
Fletcher's hands and feet

are a match for the dock line
Nuzo's company uses.

That's what you got?
A dock line?

That rope is probably a match

for half the boats
on the island.

We've also got financial records

showing Nuzo gave Fletcher
$2,000

as part of a deal
to search for a salvage.

According to Nuzo's notes,
they were looking for

the Murakami Maru,
a Japanese ship...

That went down during
World War II, I know.

He was convinced it sank
off Oahu.

It was his white whale.

Mm-hmm.
I kind of figured.

The salvage on a ship like that
would be a huge payday.

So instead of having 2,000
reasons to want Fletcher dead,

Nuzo might have had
several million.

Except Nuzo didn't need
the money.

And we know he didn't
kill anybody.

You'll have to forgive me if
I don't take your word for it,

seeing as that you've already
lied to me once today.

HPD dug up a series
of four-year-old texts

between you and Nuzo
in which he asks you

to track down Fletcher
three days before he was killed.

So let's try this again.

Did you ever meet
Bruce Fletcher,

or did Sebastian Nuzo ever
mention him to you?

When I checked back later
with Nuzo, he just said

everything had been resolved.

That's all I know.

Really. And, look, Gordie,
it's not that I don't trust you,

but we both know how this looks.

Nuzo, he was my brother.

I'm gonna do whatever it takes
to clear him.

Look, I get it.
But you do realize

you've made this look worse
for him, right?

When people lie
to protect someone,

it's usually because they think
that person did it.

No, I've been telling the truth
about that from the beginning.

Nuzo didn't do this.

And I hope you're right.

But by concealing evidence,

you've made him that much
more of a suspect.

[phone chimes]

Ballistics report.

The shell casings found
with Fletcher's body

came from nine-millimeter
Luger NATO rounds.

Standard ammo...

Of Navy SEALs. Yeah, I know.

You also know anybody can
buy those rounds.

It doesn't mean anything.

Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't.

But I'm still dutybound

to follow the truth
wherever it leads.

And if you get in my way again,
I'll throw your ass in jail.

Are we clear?

Do what you gotta do.

Go honor your friend's
memory, Magnum.

I'll honor the facts.

[TC groans]

[grunts]

Uh, you all right?

Hell no.

I worked out
for five hours today

trying to connect with one of
Fletcher's old gym buddies.

And nothing?

No.

Rick's there now covering
the evening crowd.

What's that you got there?

Oh, it's Bruce Fletcher's
autopsy.

Unfortunately there is
nothing in there

that's gonna help clear
Nuzo's name.

So TM finally came clean
with Gordie, huh?

Yeah. He didn't really
have a choice.

Mm. Yeah, he is pretty
spun out about this.

Well, I imagine you
and Rick are as well.

Yeah, but Thomas and Nuzo,
they were tight

before we all met
in the sandbox.

Came up in SEALs together.

Saved each other's lives
a dozen times.

If the two of them
hadn't met,

none of us would even
know each other.

Hmm.

I also suspect Thomas has
never really forgiven himself

for failing to save
Nuzo's life.

Oh, I know he hasn't.

You can see it in his eyes
every time someone

brings up the man's name.

It's just one more reason
I wish we could find

something that would help.

It just seems like
every detail we uncover

makes it look worse for Nuzo.

RICK:
Ow, ow, ow,

ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.Hi.

Dude,

the gym is open for
another three hours.

You throwing in the towel
already?

Listen, I did
so many curls

I can't even lift
a towel right now, okay?

But no pain, no gain,
and I hit pay dirt.

Okay, I met one of
Fletcher's gym buddies.

He told me right before
he disappeared,

Fletcher said all his
money troubles

were about to be over.

So if Fletcher was talking about
making bank,

he was either counting
his chickens,

or he actually found the wreck
he was looking for.

Yeah. That might explain
why he ghosted Nuzo.

Perhaps Fletcher was planning
on cutting Nuzo out of the deal.

And if Nuzo found out...

No, no, you were right
about Nuzo this morning.

He didn't do this, and the facts
are gonna prove that.

Uh, speaking of this morning,

I-I'm sorry if I upset you.

No, Higgins, it's fine.

I mean, who knows, maybe...
maybe you're right.

Maybe I should have told
Katsumoto.

You never listen to
anything I say,

but in this instance I can
understand you not wanting to.

Nuzo was special to everyone,
but particularly you.

Yeah. He was.

Are you sure you don't want
to just... talk?

No, I want to look back through
everything we have

and just make sure there's not

some angle we're missing.

And then just hit it fresh
in the morning.

Okay.

Well, good night, then.

Good night, Higgins.

[door opens, closes]

What the hell is
wrong with you?

You got a living, breathing,
flesh-and-blood person

who cares about you
to hash this out with.

And instead, you're sitting here
with your imaginary friend.

I thought you were
my subconscious.

Where do you think imaginary
friends come from, smartass?

Look, we both know
you're a mess inside.

All I'm saying is maybe a little
heart-to-heart with Higgy

will set you straight.

There's nothing to talk about.

You didn't do this.

And tomorrow I'm gonna
find out who did.

Come on, Thomas.

If it wasn't me,
if this was any other case,

who would you think
killed that guy?

But it's not any other case.Sure it is.

A man's dead.

And like Katsumoto,

you should be following
the facts.

I am.The hell you are.

You don't want to admit
how this all looks because

you only want to remember
the good things.

No, I remember everything
about you.

No. No.

You can't deal with the fact
that I was just a man,

messy and complicated,
like anybody else.

That I had a temper.

And that I absolutely
could have.

No, I knew you
better than anybody.

And you know what, I still
couldn't protect you

when you died, but I'm damn sure
gonna protect your memory.

Right. Of course.
I forgot.

My death is about you.Come on!

Look, spin your wheels
all you want, brother.

At the end of the day,
I am still dead!

But you shouldn't be.
All right?

You shouldn't be.

You should still be here.

And if you were,
this whole thing

would have been
cleared up by now.

But you're not.
You're gone.

All right, you're dead.

And I'm still here alone.

And I gotta find
some way to fix this.

Okay, so this is
the friend's place

Fletcher was staying.

Kumu looked into him yesterday.

Oscar Woods, 36,
divorced, no kids.

If Fletcher was talking about
coming into money,

maybe he gave Oscar
more details.

Yeah.

You're not coming?

Uh, no.
[chuckles]

About four years ago,
Oscar caught me

snooping around his property

and kind of ran me off
with a shotgun.

So I've got a hunch
he's gonna remember me.

Right. Well, best keep
the engine running then

in case I get the same response.

[revs engine]

[door opens]

Hi there.

Whatever you're selling,
I'll pass.

I'm late for work.

Well, I'm actually
a private investigator

working on behalf
of Bruce Fletcher's family.

I assume you heard
his body was found.

Yeah. Police came by here
yesterday.

Told them everything I know,
which wasn't much.

Bruce and I weren't close.

I just let him crash here when
he needed a place to stay.

Right. Did he mention

anything about coming
into some money

before he disappeared?

Not that I remember.

Well, did you happen to
hang on to

any of his possessions?

Nope. Sorry.

Nothing at all?
You're absolutely certain?

Look, I dropped it all
at the Goodwill on Puuloa

about six months after
he went MIA.

I gotta go.All right.

Well, thanks.

FYI, this is exactly what I was
doing four years ago

when he ran me off
with a shotgun.

Well, then, you'll
be glad to know that

Kumu's research revealed
that Oscar works

12-hour shifts at
Port of Honolulu,

so he'll be gone for ages.

Why do you think
Fletcher's stuff is here?

Well, I just checked
the local business records,

and there was no Goodwill
on Puuloa four years ago.

So he was lying about
Fletcher's stuff.

And when I first
mentioned Fletcher,

he started staring
at this shed.

♪

Hey.

Could this be Fletcher's?

Most experienced divers
keep their dog tags

on their BC.

It's Fletcher's.

Let's see if something
in all this can tell us

who else knew he was gonna
come into some money.

Or who might have killed him
to get it.

Hang on.What?

Well, you're supposed to
store these tanks pressurized.

It keeps the moisture out.

They can hold it for years.

But this one's empty,

and the top's not even

screwed in properly, it's...

Wait.

It's a nautical chart.

These dates correspond
to the weeks

before Fletcher was murdered.

He was doing a grid search.

Checking off a square
with each dive.

He was definitely searching
for something.

Look, this last date,

that's five days before
he disappeared.

Whatever he was looking for,
maybe he found it.

Hold on. This is for
the windward side of the island.

So?

So Nuzo and everybody searching

for the Murakami Maru

thought that the boat sank
on the leeward side.

If he wasn't looking for
Sebastian's white whale,

what was he looking for?

There's only one way
to find out.

♪

Okay, we're approaching
the location on Fletcher's map.

Okay... here we are.

[engine stops]

So what do you think
is down there?

Well, either Fletcher got a lead
that the Murakami Marusank

in a different location,

or they were looking for
another boat.

Plenty of valuable ships have
gone down in these waters.

Yeah, certainly have.

Time to find out
what's down there.

♪

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[doors squeaking]

Photograph everything
and get it all back to the lab.

The serial numbers and other IDs
have definitely rusted off,

so the container's origin
and owner

will be difficult to trace.

What about the human remains?

Not sure we'll have
any luck with that either.

The fact that there are
children and adults in there

suggests that this was
illegal immigration.

Probably refugees from China,
North Korea, Myanmar.

Any number of any countries.HIGGINS:Yeah.

Not the kind of places
that tend to cooperate

with U.S. law enforcement.

Or admit that some of their
citizens are desperate to leave.

One thing's clear.
If Fletcher knew about

the human trafficking,

it's probably what
got him killed, right?

So Nuzo should be
off the hook.

Well, it definitely
helps his case.

But right now I have
more questions than answers.

Well, I would pose those
questions to Oscar Woods.

The guy Fletcher was
staying with before he died.

Yeah. He works with containers
just like this every day

at Port of Honolulu.

[siren wailing]

And since Nuzo's no longer
my prime suspect,

can I work my case without
tripping over you every time

I turn around?

Yeah. I'll stay out of your way.

HIGGINS:
Why don't I grab my tablet

and give you everything that
we've got on Oscar Woods.

Yeah.

See? I told you
I didn't do this.

Yeah. Case closed.

Someone turned this container
into a crypt.

Innocent people died. Kids!

And you're just gonna
walk away?

Well, you're in my head.

You tell me.

63 million square miles
of ocean,

and your pal Fletcher
just happened to

dive down and find this.

You want to tell me how
he knew where to look?

Thousands of containers
fall off ships every year.

I don't know, maybe he just
stumbled across it.

I checked the
harbor's records.

No containers were reported
missing in that area

for more than a year
before Fletcher's last dive.

But there was a surprise
Coast Guard inspection

of a container ship
headed into port

just three weeks
before his death.

The very next day,
Fletcher borrowed the money

and equipment he'd need
to conduct a search.

Look, I don't know
anything about that.

Is that why you lied
about having

his diving gear in your shed?

You know what I think?

I think you knew
about a smuggling operation

at the harbor.

You didn't know what
they were bringing in,

but when you heard that
they had to ditch a container

because of that inspection,
you thought

whatever was down there had to
be pretty valuable, right?

I think you told Fletcher,
and then he dove down

to get whatever was inside so
the two of you could sell it.

But when he got down there,

he didn't find drugs
or guns or jewels.

He found bodies.

So what happened next?

What did you and Fletcher do

after he saw what was
in the container?

I want a lawyer.

MAGNUM:
We know Fletcher was broke,

and he had information
that could bring down

a human trafficking ring.Right.

So you think he found
the traffickers

and demanded a payoff
to keep quiet.

Yeah, and got a bullet
for it instead.

That's a good theory,

but we have no way
of confirming it.

And you did just tell
Katsumoto that we'd be

staying out of things
from now on, did you not?

Yeah, but I didn't say
I wouldn't think about it.

We're just talking.

The traffickers, they've got to
be working at the harbor, right?

Yeah, but Port of Honolulu
employs what, 6,000 workers?

And HPD is already obtaining
the necessary warrants

to scrutinize each one
of them, so...

Yeah, but by the time they do,
the traffickers are gonna be

halfway to Vietnam by then.

Are you saying you have
a quicker way to identify them?

[sighs]

Actually, I think I do.

I was tailing Fletcher right
before he was killed, right?

So if he met with the
traffickers to demand payment,

I might have a picture of it.Right.

Can you run facial recognition

on all the people around
Fletcher?

Particularly the people
at the bar.

Like TC said, that is a weird
post-workout routine.

Yeah. Maybe he wasn't
just there to socialize.

All right, I'm running the
faces against the DMV database.

I can look deeper into them
once I get back some names.

Okay, the bartender is
Morris Clark, 58.

Some unpaid parking tickets
and a DUI.

The man on Fletcher's right
is Chris Bowen, 46.

Arrested for assault in '97.
Clean since.

He works as a container
operations supervisor

at Port of Honolulu.

I'll ping Bowen's mobile.I'll call Katsumoto.

Looks like he's headed for
the marina in Kaneohe.

Where he owns
a 48-foot catamaran.

So maybe he knows
the police are closing in,

and you were right about him

getting the first boat
out of here.

Hey, Gordie, I know I said
I would leave this alone,

but I think we just ID'd
one of the traffickers.

His name is Chris Bowen,
he works at the harbor.

He's at Kaneohe Marina
right now, and in case

you don't get this,
we're headed there.

♪

Going somewhere?

I don't know who you are,
but you need to get off my boat.

Why? I mean, it looks like
you got plenty of supplies.

It's enough to get
to Vietnam, Cambodia...

Indonesia-- basically anywhere
without extradition to the U.S.

BOWEN: Not quite
enough for Indonesia.

See, I'm not
traveling alone.

Well, I'm sorry,

Chris, but...

we can't let you go.

Not until you answer

for Fletcher and all
the other people you killed.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

Well, considering
that the four of you

are about to flee
the country

rather than face
the consequences

of human trafficking for years,
then I think we know enough.

We were saving people,
all right?

Got hundreds of people
out of terrible places

and brought them here
for a better life.

Right, and you charged
them through the nose,

and bought yourself this
nice boat, didn't you?

And sent 17 of them
to their deaths

just to save
your own skin.

Yeah, you're a real saint.

You shut your mouth.

[all grunting]

[grunting continues]

[gunshot]

[grunting]

[exhales]

Let's go, move.

Oscar Woods's lawyer
convinced him

to cut a deal
in exchange for testimony

against Bowen
and his accomplices.

And we're working to ID
their co-conspirators

on the container ships
and at overseas ports.

So you're trying to take down
the whole trafficking ring.

Well, with INTERPOL's help,
I think we just might.

And of course,

Sebastian Nuzo's been officially
cleared of any suspicion.

His good name is safe.

And so are
his family's benefits.

Thanks for your
help, Gordie.

I know I don't make it easy.

You never do.

♪

♪ On the island

♪ We do it island style

♪ From the mountain to the
ocean, from the windward ♪

♪ To the leeward side

♪ On the island

♪ We do it island style

♪ From the mountain to the
ocean, from the windward ♪

♪ To the leeward side

To Nuzo.

♪ Mama's in the kitchen,
cooking dinner... ♪

I wish you were here, buddy.

Got room for one more?

Lara.

So glad you came.

Thanks, me, too.Hey.

You know, for a long time,

seeing you all...

just hurt.

Brought back too many
memories of Sebastian.

But when I saw you yesterday,

it was like getting
a little piece of him back.

♪ On the island...

Well, let's-let's get you
a chair.

And a drink.

Yes.Right?

[laughter]

♪ From the windward

♪ To the leeward side...

Uh, well, so...

I guess Bob would be proud.

Yes, he would, uh...

I'm gonna grab us a drink.
I'll be right back.

♪ Grandma gotta work hard

♪ You know my grandma,
she like the pork real sour... ♪

Hey, Curtis, uh,
one more round.

Sure thing. Just got
to run some drinks,

and I'll be right back.All right, thanks.

♪ We do it island style

♪ From the mountain to the
ocean, from the windward ♪

[fades]:
♪ To the leeward side.

Hey?

You remember when we were
on leave near Ramstein

and you were
dead set on finding

the oldest bar
in Luxembourg?

[laughs]:
Yeah...

Oh, God, here we go.

We were walking
all over the city passing

all these perfectly good bars
on the way.

And then when we find
Magnum's special place...

It had burned to the ground
two months before.

Oh, man, we sat on the curb,

drinking straight from a bottle

of, uh, what was that stuff?

Cassero-- black currant liqueur.

Tasted like rancid grape juice.

Weirdest hangover I've ever had.

[laughs]
Oh, man.

Yeah.

What are you still doing here?

Brother... I'm always here.

That's why this
was so hard.

You know, they say we die twice.

Once when the breath
leaves us...

and again once the last person
we know says our name.

But when they were saying
my name in connection with this?

It threatened
your memories of me.

It made you afraid you
didn't know who I really was.

No, no, I knew you.

And I'll never forget you.

It's not your fault.

What happened to me.

Me dying.

There was nothing

you could have
done that day.

Yeah, I know.

No, you know here.

Not here.

Not yet.

It's not that
I couldn't save your life.

It's that I still have mine.

You know, all these...

moments that I get...

that you don't.

It's not fair.

Life's not fair.

Neither is death.

So...

survivor's guilt?

Is that why you're not living?

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

Since I died,
everybody else has been living.

Rick's got a baby on the way.
TC's fostering a kid.

And as far as Higgins goes,

well, let's just say
the ice has thawed.

[chuckles]
Yeah, it has.

A lot has changed.

But you're still the same.

And here you are,

with a chance
to be happier

than you've ever been,
and you won't take it.

Every day is
a gift, Magnum.

Don't let it slip
through your fingers.

All you have to do

is go over there...

and tell her how you feel.