All language subtitles for Magnum PI s05e05 Welcome to Paradise, Now Die.eng

My name is Thomas Magnum.

When I'm not inspiring books

by best-selling author
Robin Masters,

I'm his live-in
security consultant

and a private investigator
in Hawaii.

My buddies and I moved here

after serving together
in Afghanistan.

We make a hell of a team.
That's Rick.

If you want something
on the island,

Rick's the man to see.

Hey, what about me?
That's TC.

He runs the best helicopter
tour business on Oahu.

I've also made
some friends here.

Let me see
that Kardashian butt.

This is Kumu.

She's the cultural curator
of Robin's estate.

Detective Katsumoto,
HPD.

Make that former HPD.

He recently lost his badge

after we broke a convict
out of prison

in order to save
his ex-wife.

Ahh!
Higgins!

This is Juliet Higgins,

former British intelligence,
MI6.

We work
really well together.

Magnum, are you about to ask me
to become your partner?

Higgins and Magnum
Private Investigations.

After becoming partners,
things got complicated.

Higgins: On paper, we really
don't make sense, you and me.

It's inherently risky.

I'm willing to
give it a chance.

Previously on "Magnum PI"...

Maybe Rick should stay here
at the guest house with me.

When would he
potentially be moving in?

Honey, I'm home!

Higgins:
I was just taken aback.

Made me start thinking about

all of the inconveniences
it might create.

Officer Lee: Body washed up.
He's former Navy.

Captain Buck Greene.

Whoever tortured Greene
wants revenge on all of you.

You want me to get you a copy
of Greene's homicide file

so you can start working
the case on your own.

Probably shouldn't have even
asked you in the first place.

I realized some things
are more important

than getting my job back.

**

* It's been a long time coming *

**

That's a big castle,
sweetie.

Yeah, so I can live in it
and stay here forever.

Are you gonna let me
and your mom visit?

Mm,
only on Christmas.

[ Laughs ]

Look at you,
having fun.

Ahh, gotta say,
the trip was a good idea.

So you're saying
I was right?

Have I ever said
you were wrong?

You know what?
Don't answer that.

Mnh-mnh.

I am gonna go get
a Pali Puka Punch.

Do you want one?

What's in it?

Who cares?

Ooh,
I like Vacation David.

We should do this
more often.

[ Fireworks popping ]

It's starting!

C'mere.
C'mere, kiddo.

* Celebrate tonight *

* How you feeling, oh *

* How you feeling now? *

* Tell us how you're feeling
now, feeling now *

[ Laughs ]

**

* Feeling good tonight *

Where's Dad?

**

Not sure.

**

[ Cellphone rings ]

**

**

David was right there,
and then he was just gone.

I went to the hotel security
as soon as he disappeared.

Unfortunately, there's really
only so much I can do.

I figured as a cop,
you might be able to --

Former cop.
Right.

I just thought you might know
how to help.

I understand this must be really
scary for you and your daughter.

I know my husband.

He wouldn't just
take off like this,

not unless
something happened.

Look, I --

I don't know where he is,
and honestly, I --

I don't know what to do.

**

Hi.

Have you found
anything of note?

It's what wasn't found
that's of note.

Forensics didn't lift
a single print

or get any DNA
off Greene's boat.

It was wiped clean.

So whoever killed him knows
how to cover their tracks.

Yeah.
Has Detective Childs got any leads yet?

Greene did file a police report
two weeks before his death.

He said somebody in
a black sedan was following him.

HPD ran the plates?

Yeah, it was stolen.

Owner was off-island,
didn't even know it was gone,

and it still
hasn't turned up.

What about
the harbor master?

The one that told TC that Greene
took out his boat

the day he was killed?

Lewis Peele.
Hmm.

Has HPD questioned him?

Well, they would
if they could find him.

He's missing?
Yeah.

Two days after
Greene's body washed up,

he didn't show up to work

and he cleaned out
his apartment, too.

Well,
that's not suspicious.

I assume you've already started
looking for Peele?

Yeah, yeah.

Nothing yet,
but I'm gonna stick with it.

I mean,
Peele knows something.

I'm sure of it.

Well, if you're right,
the killers could

deem him
a loose end.

That's certainly
a possibility.

Listen, I've reached out
to an MI6 contact

to get me some intel on Hadid's
network, his family, et cetera.

As soon as I get some names,
I can do a deep dive on them

and see if I can find any
connection to Greene's murder.

That's great.

Thank you.

Now, if we can put all this
aside for a moment,

Gordon is waiting for us
in the guest house.

Gordie's here?
Why?

He says he's here to do us
a favor for a change.

Okay.

There he is.

Hey, Gordie.

This is
something else.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's kind of
reminiscent of

Frank Lloyd Wright's
early work.

Yeah, you know, it's a bit...
Fallingwater, I suppose.

What's going on?
Who's that?

Morning.
Hey.

I'm home.
What time is it?

I think it's time you explain
to Gordon what --

what this is all about.

What?
This.

Oh, okay.

So Robin's Nest
faces the east,

which means I get a face full
of sunshine every morning.

I tried sleeping with a blanket
over my head,

but that was uncomfortable,
so --

Naturally, you construct
an elaborate pillow fort.

Well, it started with
a few cushions at first,

and then I added the roof and
it got a little out of control.

I usually wake up early
to break it down,

but really, between the baby
and the bar and everything else,

I've been getting about
three hours of sleep a night

and today's my first
day off in weeks,

so I guess I slept in.

Rick, can I make a suggestion
that you save yourself some time

and, well, considerable effort,
and buy yourself a face mask?

But why sleep in a mask
when you can sleep in a fort?

Thank you, Thomas.
Exactly.

You get me.

Sounds like you two
should plan a sleepover.

Such a good idea.

I could get more cushions
from the main house

and maybe have an expansion,
maybe a couple wings --

You're mocking me,
aren't you?

[ Laughs ]
Alright, I'll leave you guys to it.

Gotta get my day started.

So, Gordie, you've got
your hearing coming up, right?

How's that prep going?

Well, just finished
a draft of my statement.

Now waiting on notes
from my lawyer.

And climbing
the walls a little.

-I bet.
-Oh, Gordon.

If there's any way that
we can help you prepare,

please just let us know.

I appreciate that,
but I'm good.

However, there is a way
you can help.

A friend who runs security
at the Royal Honua

introduced me to a guest

who could use
a private investigator.

Thought I'd refer her
to you.

What's the case?
The guest's name is Dana Carter.

She's here on vacation
with her family,

but last night,
her husband, David, disappeared.

Does she have any idea
what happened?

Well, she said this was
the first big vacation

that the family's
ever taken.

It seems
David was afraid to travel.

Being far from home,
surrounded by strangers

was a major source
of anxiety for him.

It sounds like
he may be agoraphobic.

Right, and I imagine
HPD won't prioritize the case

until he's been missing
for 24 hours.

Yeah, but if somebody's
in the middle

of a mental health crisis,
every second counts.

Well, that's exactly
what Dana was saying.

Do you think
you can help her?

Well, we're supposed to meet
with a client in an hour,

but we could postpone it.

No need.

You go handle that.

Me and -- Me and Gordie
will take this one.

We will?
Yeah, why not?

I mean, you always said you
wanted to do what we do, right?

I never said that.

Okay, but you thought it.
No, not even once.

Oh, come on, Gordie.
Trust me.

You are going to love
being a private investigator.

Come on.

**

**

**

* I'm not ready to say goodbye *

* I'm not ready *

**

Hank was my heart and soul,
but even as we mourn this loss,

I take comfort in knowing
that his sense of humor,

his zest for life,
and his love for used socks

and all things stinky
will live on in our memories.

Hank was an inspiration
and a loyal friend,

and without him,
life will be quieter

and the sun won't shine
as brightly,

and the moon will not be
so moon-y.

Patty: And here he is playing
with his favorite toy,

Mr. Bear-Bear.

And here he is the year he went
as French toast for Halloween.

Oh, well,
that's just precious.

Oh, and this was the first day
we brought him home.

Who's that?

Oh, Patrick, my ex.

We were still married
when Hank came into my life.

Turns out the dog
would outlive our marriage.

Hank was my rock.

Patty, I am -- I'm truly sorry
for your loss, but --

what prompted you to hire
a private investigator?

My Hank was murdered, and I
need you to find out who did it.

I beg your pardon?

That dog was in perfect health
when he died,

so I asked the vet
to determine the case of death.

And they found
something suspicious?

Early stage chemical burns
in his mouth.

The vet thinks he ingested
a highly concentrated toxin.

So you think he was
intentionally poisoned?

I know he was.

Look, I keep a very close eye
on Hank.

I would never let him put
his nose where it shouldn't be.

Patty...

When we lose ones
that we love,

we tend to look for things
that aren't there,

and sometimes dogs do
accidentally eat things

that just aren't meant
for them.

Some dogs.

Not Hank.

Look,
he was my best friend.

We took care
of each other.

I would never let him
down like that.

I understand.

I'll start looking into it
right away.

Thank you.
Yeah.

So here is the security footage
your friend sent over.

The fireworks
started at 8:00 PM,

so we should check the video
from around that time.

Ah, look at those PI skills
kicking in already.

Did you forget
I was a detective?

Whoa, hold on.

I think that's David.

Looks like he's alone.

Clearly wasn't abducted.

And I'm not sure about Dana's
panic attack theory either.

He seems focused.

I'm gonna check
his financials.

Recent credit card activity
could shed

some light
on his whereabouts.

Isn't this usually
a Higgins thing?

What, you -- you think I don't
know how to work a computer?

Come on.

You contacted Dana
for their banking information.

Yes.

Yes, I did.

Okay.

Most recent activity
was a $500 ATM withdrawal

30 minutes
after he left the hotel.

That's strange.

It says here he doesn't have
any credit history

prior to 2010.

Seriously?

I have access to
a Social Security database.

I'm gonna run his number
through.

And...

it says here
David Carter died in 1999.

Then who the hell
is this guy? I don't know.

But I'm guessing his family
doesn't either.

* I'm a real good hound dog *

* God bless your soul *

* I'm a real good hound dog *

* God bless your soul *

* Now you broke and you busted *

* Well, that's the way it goes *

Oh, thanks for doing this,
Kumu.

Oh, no problem.

An afternoon at the dog park
is like,

well,
a walk in the park.

Well, I'm afraid this case
is a bit of a downer, actually.

We're investigating the death
of a client's dog, Hank.

That's awful.
What happened?

He was poisoned,
and the owner, Patty,

is insisting
that there's foul play.

I guess this is a good place
to start.

Dog parks breed
some serious drama.

I mean, it's more likely that
Hank ate something

that he wasn't supposed to
when he was out and about,

but regardless,
it's a good place to begin

whilst we wait
for the post-mortem

that the client ordered
from the vet.

She asked for
a dog-topsy?

It's actually -- it's called
a necropsy, but yes.

If we can figure out
what Hank ingested,

then it'll help us
determine

whether his death
was an accident.

We find out
it wasn't?

Maybe one of the dog owners
here will be able to tell us

who had it in
for Hank.

Oh.

Okay, thanks.

Looks like I was able to get
a pretty good print

off David's phone.
Send it to me.

I've got a buddy on the force
who should be able to run it.

Were you able to find the
location of the ATM David used?

Yeah.
After leaving the hotel,

David headed to a strip club
called Seize the Lei

and used an ATM inside.

Luckily, I know the bouncer,
so I'll give him a call.

You know the bouncer
at a strip club?

Magnum.
No big deal.

I'm sure he knows
all the regulars.

I met him on a case
a few years back, okay?

So what does this friend
of yours have to say?

David wasn't there
for the entertainment.

He was meeting one of the club's
regulars in the parking lot.

The bouncer seems to think
he was scoring drugs.

Okay, uh, I'm having a hard time
believing this family man

left his wife and kids
to go on a bender in Hawaii.

It's actually not that
uncommon with tourists.

Too much family time
plus island fever

and they snap, but usually,
they sneak off for a few hours.

It's weird for David
to have disappeared like this.

Alright, let's just assume
he did go to buy drugs.

Does your contact know
where he went afterwards?

Well, he said he left
the club in a taxi,

so if we can
track down that cab,

we might learn
where David went next.

Rick: Alright.

Order up.

I hope you're hungry,
little guy.

I know I am.

Here, buddy.

You ready for some brekky?

Oh, can't forget the syrup.

You, my friend,
are gonna love this.

100% pure
Vermont maple syrup --

Roberto?

Roberto?

Why are you doing this to me,
man?

Okay, you got this, Rick.

TC, we got a problem.

**

Hi, there.
Excuse me.

I was just wondering if you
wouldn't mind answering

some questions
about this dog.

Is that the little gremlin who
kept pooping in the water bowl?

Oh.

Oh, that dog
was a pervert.

Kept mounting my Bella
and he wasn't even neutered.

Oh, my.

That Hank was a real
pain in my ass.

Kept digging up
fence posts,

but I'd never do anything
to hurt a dog

and we only use
non-toxic pesticides here.

You know, I really hated
that bitch.

Hank was a boy.

Not talking about the dog,
but, yeah.

He sucked too.

Hey.

Hey.

So after all that, it actually
seems pretty unlikely

that Hank ingested
the pesticide here.

Although I have to say,
neither Patty nor Hank

seem to be
particularly popular.

Oh, that's putting it
lightly.

But all these people seem
like serious dog lovers.

No matter how much
they disliked Hank,

I don't think
they'd hurt him.

Yeah, agreed.

I mean, it seems like
their main grievance with Patty

is just allowing
Hank to misbehave so much.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

What is it?

The results of
Hank's necropsy.

Seems like the last thing
he ingested was a lemon bar

that was laced with
strychnine.

That's a rat poison.

Rat poison
in a dessert?

Well, that's a weird way
to kill a dog.

Yeah, it's weird if you assume
that Hank was the target.

I'm starting to suspect

that someone's trying
to kill our client.

There's no one at check-in,

but I took a peek
at the guest registry.

David's in room 104.

This is a far cry
from the resort

the Carters
were staying in.

I know, but if David needed
a place to lay low

while shooting up,
makes sense he'd come here.

You said
Dana described him

as straight-laced
and mild-mannered.

Now he's hitting the strip clubs
and buying drugs?

It doesn't track.

[ Knock on door ]

Really? B&E is the first place
your mind goes?

Hey, our next clue
could be inside there.

And besides, if he did buy drugs
like you said,

maybe he OD'd
and passed out.

I believe you'd call that
exigent circumstances.

[ Gunshots ]

Get down!

**

David, we don't want
to hurt you!

We just want to talk!

**

What's going on
in there?

His gun jammed.

Ready?

**

David, it's okay!

Don't shoot at us!

**

David, you in there?

**

**

He's gone.

Katsumoto: No drugs
or paraphernalia.

I guess that's not why he went
to the strip club.

My guess is he went to buy
the gun he just used on us.

He also got
a burner phone.

[ Sirens wailing ]

Hey, HPD's got a three-minute
response time

when shots are fired.
We better go.

Yeah.
[ Telephone rings ]

-Make it quick.
-Yeah.

Hello?

What's it gonna take
for you to leave me alone?

David, listen to me.

I have no idea what's going on,
but we're private investigators.

Your wife hired us
to find you.

Whatever it is,
we can help.

You want to help?

Forget you ever met us
and stay away from my family!

**

Rick: Roberto?

TC: Roberto?
Where you at, buddy?

* Searching,
searching for my baby * Roberto?

* Yes, I am *

* Searching,
searching for my baby *

Roberto?
* No, no, no, no, no *

* Searching,
searching for my baby *

* I'll never, never let her go,
now, baby *

* Searching,
searching for my baby *

* I can't make it on my own *

I searched everywhere
twice.

Any luck upstairs?

No sign of him.

But I think
you might be right.

I think
TM is seeing someone.

I found this
under his bed.

Oh.

My, my, my.

Wow.

Well, whose could it be?

I don't know, but there was
that cute server

he was talking to over at
Koko Head Cafe awhile back.

Maybe they hit it off.

What about that
yoga paddleboard instructor

that he met at La Mariana?

You think he'd be into
paddleboard yoga?

I mean, why not? It's basically
yoga on a paddleboard.

Who wouldn't be into it,
am I right?

Kind of depends on
who the instructor is,

you know what I mean?
Give it a try.

I'd be into it.
I might give it a little shot.

**

Roberto!
Roberto!

Roberto! Roberto!
Roberto!

**

I don't understand.

How on Earth could Hank
have gotten into rat poison?

Strychnine
is an odorless white powder

that could quite easily
be mistaken for sugar.

An examination of the contents
of Hank's stomach

revealed that the last thing
he ate was a lemon bar

that was full of it.

Oh, no!

I had just made a batch,

but I wouldn't make
that kind of mistake.

Could it be
anything else?

Well, have you eaten any of
those lemon bars since?

No.

Hank passed shortly after
I baked them.

I haven't had much
of an appetite since then.

I put them
on the table to cool.

He must have snuck one.

Patty, I know this
is very difficult,

but there is actually a more
pressing issue at the moment.

If you didn't mistake
the rat poison for sugar,

then it's possible that
someone is trying to kill you.

Do you have any idea
how this could have happened?

I bought a box of sugar
two days ago

and had it delivered
with my groceries,

but I wasn't home
and the bags were left

on my doorstep
for a couple of hours.

So anyone passing by could have
put the rat poison in the sugar

and re-sealed the box.

Patty, can you think of anyone
who might want to harm you?

No, everybody loves me.

Patty, I really need you
to think about this.

Your life may depend on it.

If somebody tried to kill you,
they may try again.

There's Owen.
Who's Owen?

Oh, we were
seeing each other.

Engaged, actually.

I ended things
a couple of months ago.

I'm pretty sure
he would know

when my groceries
were delivered.

I found Patty's ex-fiancé
on social media.

Huh.
Take a look.

Owen Summers.

You think he was trying
to get back at Patty

after she ended things?

I mean, it might be
about more than that.

Look at these photos.

It looks to me like Owen
isn't a man of great means.

Unlike Patty, who seems
pretty well-off.

Right, so this man
who just lost a shot

at Patty's enormous fortune also
knows her delivery schedule.

It sounds like means
and a motive, if you ask me.

**

I gotta say, something about
this case is not adding up.

How could it?

David spends years living
under a stolen identity,

suddenly walks out on his family
and then buys a guy?

Then he decides to hide out

and shoot at anyone
who comes looking for him.

Yeah, it sounds like he could be
on the run, but from who?

And why now, while he's on
vacation with his family?

Just got a match
to David's print.

Real name's Cliff Bennett.

Worked as an accountant
for the Detroit mob

until he vanished
in 2010.

2010, that's when David Carter's
credit history begins.

I'm thinking he parted ways
with the mob

on less than friendly
terms.

Yeah,
that's what it looks like.

Sections of the report
are redacted,

but the FBI suspects
Bennett stole $2 million

from his employer.

Wait, hang on.

What is it?

Got a photo array
of Bennett's old associates,

and one of them,
Vincent Welles --

he looks familiar,
and I think I know from where.

Oh, you're not gonna
believe this.

The security footage
of David leaving the hotel

shows a guy following him.

That's the same guy.

So David probably ran into
Welles at the bar,

where they recognized each other
from back in the day,

and knowing Welles still
had it out for him,

he must have taken off.

David didn't want Welles knowing
he had a family

that the mob could use
as leverage against him.

He didn't
abandon his family.

He was trying
to protect them.

Alright,
so after leaving the hotel,

he must have given Welles
the slip, then bought the gun.

Yeah, but after being on the run
for all these years,

isn't it kind of strange
that they end up on vacation

at the same time,
at the same resort?

Well, if it's gonna happen
anywhere,

makes sense
it's in Hawaii.

Nine million tourists
pass through here every year.

Yeah, and think about it.
Welles had all last night

and this morning to figure out
who David was at the hotel with.

Dana and Mia
could be in trouble.

Hi. It's Dana.
Please leave a message.

We gotta
get to the resort.

**

[ Knock on door ]

Good afternoon.
Owen Summers?

Who's asking?
My name is Juliet Higgins.

This is my associate,
Teuila Tuileta.

We were wondering if you would
mind answering some questions

about where you were
two days ago.

Actually, I do mind.

Sir.

We are, in fact,
private investigators.

What's this all about?

We've been hired by
your ex-fiancée

after an attempt
was made on her life.

Wait a minute.

Somebody tried
to kill Patty?

And you think I had
something to do with it?

I mean, you must have been
pretty mad when things ended.

If you got married,
half of Patty's fortune

would have been yours.

First of all, I haven't seen
Patty in months.

And second,
you got it all wrong.

It was never
about the money.

If it was, I never
would have proposed.

I beg your pardon?

The only reason
Patty's got money

is 'cause her ex
has to send her

these big alimony checks
every month.

Now, if we'd gotten married,
that would have ended.

**

**

Looks like Welles
has already been here.

**

Dana?

Mia, you in here?

**

They're gone.

Yeah, she was packing, too.

[ Clattering ]

**

[ Crying ]

**

Hey, it's okay.

We're here to help.

**

Dana was packing, so David
must have gotten a hold of her

and told her
to get off the island.

He was probably afraid Welles
would find them, and rightly so.

Yeah, I think
she gave herself up

so Mia could stay
hidden in the closet.

Poor kid's probably
scared out of her mind.

Her dad disappears,

her mother's abducted
in front of her.

You get anything from Mia?
Nothing.

The kid's too scared
to talk.

You mind if
I give it a shot?

We found her, so maybe she'd be
more willing to talk to me.

Go right ahead.

Thanks.

Hi, Mia.

My name is Thomas.

I'm a friend
of your mom's.

She -- She asked me to help
find your dad.

You know, I gotta say,
hiding in the closet

behind the clothes like that,
that was really smart.

You must be really good
at Hide and Seek.

My dad taught me.

Oh, your dad taught you?

Yeah, he said bad guys
might come,

and if they did,
I would have to hide.

Mia, I'm gonna find
Mom and Dad,

but I need your help
to do that, okay?

Now, if you can remember
anything that those bad men said

when you were
in the closet,

that might help me
track down your mom.

Well, after my dad called,
my mom started packing

and said we had to go home.

Okay, okay.
Baby, come, come.

Come, come.

Whatever you hear,
do not come out.

You understand me?
Yes.

Promise me.
I promise.

Okay.

[ Thudding on door ]
[ Gasps ]

[ Door crashes open ]

Hello, Mrs. Carter.

What do you want?

Your husband.

Where is he?
I don't know.

Well, then we'll make him
come to us.

Where's your daughter?

Kids' club.

Okay, let's go.

We're taking
the stairwell.

Just --

If you make any trouble,

I'm gonna have to
put a bullet in you.

Okay.

Okay.
Let's move.

I got her.
Send the address and the code.

**

"Send me the address
and the code."

That's what you remember
them saying?

Can you help
my Mom and Dad?

Oh, absolutely.
I'm gonna help find them.

I promise.

Sounds like Welles is gonna
use Dana as bait.

Yeah, he probably had her
call David's burner phone

to make demands.

The question is,
where'd he take her?

Lots of places
require access codes.

Yeah, Hawaii isn't
Welles' home turf, right?

So his options
are gonna be limited.

He needs something that's
secretive but easily accessible.

Somewhere like
a vacation rental.

They're all over the island,

can be booked
at a moment's notice.

And most use
electronic keypads

that can be unlocked
with a code.

You know, Rick's got a friend
that works

at permit enforcement.

She should be able to give us
a full list

of all recent bookings.

Patrick: You think
I tried to kill Patty?

That's got to be the most
ridiculous idea I've ever heard.

Is it?

I'm sure the news of Patty's
engagement delighted you,

'cause if Owen and Patty
tied the knot,

then those outrageous
alimony payments

would have been
a thing of the past.

And then she broke it off
but you were still on the hook,

so you decided to do away
with the alimony

by getting rid of Patty.

Patty, I get
you're upset about Hank,

but how can you accuse me
of this nonsense?

It really isn't that
far-fetched, Patrick.

Tell me,
do you happen to know

when Patty's groceries
are being delivered?

He sure does.

Well then, it wouldn't be
all that hard for you

to poison
her unattended groceries.

And I'm willing to be that
a search of your house

would find
a large stash of strychnine,

the same rat poison that
was found in Patty's lemon bars.

Even if that were true,
you can't prove any of it.

Oh, sweetie.

All we have to do
is hand over the evidence.

It's their job
to prove it.

What --
What's going on?

What do you think?

Oh, one more thing.

Your cellphone connected
automatically

to the Wi-Fi router
in this house

on the morning
of the poisoning.

HPD Uni #1: Patrick Carson,

you're under arrest
for attempted murder.

Let's go.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you.

You two
have been so wonderful!

I just can't
thank you enough.

Oh, we were
just happy to help.

We're glad you're safe.

I just can't help but wonder
if things had been

a little different --
if I had just married Owen,

or I'd been home when
the groceries were delivered,

Hank would still be here.

Well, how would you
have known?

The way I see it,
if it weren't for you,

Hank would never have
gotten his justice.

You're right.

It's just gonna take some time
for this to stop hurting.

Oh.

Oh, Patty.

I'm so sorry.

If it's any consolation,

I think that the heartbreak
you feel after a loss

tells you that you've
experienced

something really special.

And in this case,

it was the love
of a loyal pet.

And I'm sure that no matter
where Hank is,

he's at peace knowing
that his final act in this world

was protecting the human
he loved the most.

Thank you.
I love you.

**

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Katsumoto: This has to be it,
right?

Magnum: Yeah, the IP address
used to make the reservation

was traced back
to the Royal Honua Hotel.

There's only one car.
Welles has gotta be alone,

so as long as we
take him by surprise,

we should be able
to get Dana out safely.

Hang on.

**

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Been a long time,
Bennett.

Welles must have
called in some back-up

after he spotted David.

So much for
outnumbering them.

Yeah. We're gonna need
a change of plans.

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David, oh, my God.

I'm so sorry, Dana.
I'm so sorry.

I never should have
put you through this.

It's gonna --
It's gonna be over soon, okay?

Built a nice little life
for yourself

with my money,
didn't you?

It's between us, Welles.

She didn't have anything
to do with this.

Just let her go.

So she can go straight
to the cops?

Because I can get you
your money back.

**

Look, for 13 years, I have lived
with this debt hanging over me,

knowing that this day
was gonna come.

Been living on
borrowed time.

I don't regret
a second of it.

I just wish
we had longer.

What?
What are you doing?

David, no.

We both know I'm not
walking out of here,

but I have an offshore account
with your $2 million in it.

You let her go
and it is all yours.

**

Get him a laptop.

The transfer's only gonna
take a few minutes.

Yeah,
but if we breach now,

someone could get killed
in the crossfire.

Yeah, and those sliding glass
doors are sure to give us away.

I think
I've got an idea.

**

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What's the hold up?

How do I know you won't shoot us
once I make this transfer?

You don't,

but I will shoot both of you
if I don't get my money.

[ Knock on door ]

Who the hell is that?

Get the door.

**

HPD!
Drop your weapons!

**

You're not a cop.

I saw you going around with that
hotel dick this morning.

That badge ain't real.

Fine,
I'm not a cop anymore,

but I'm still taking you in.
Citizen's arrest.

Nice try,

but I think
you're a little outmanned.

Yeah, I can see that.

Actually, coming in here, I knew
it was gonna be two against one,

but I did it
because it was the only way.

Only way for what?

Only way to buy my friend
some time

to pick the lock
on the back door.

Give it up, Welles.

Vacation's over.

**

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Mia: Mommy, Daddy!

**

How'd you feel
flashing that fake badge?

Better than confiscating it,
right?

Don't get used to it.

David gonna be able
to cut a plea?

Well, if he testifies
against Welles,

he should be able to walk away
from any charges.

Is he pushing for
witness protection?

I don't know.

Welles and his guys
are going away for a long time,

and David's already
had to start over once.

There is one thing
that I still don't get.

What's that?

How come you asked me to
work this case with you?

Because I like your company.
C'mon.

You thought I needed
a distraction today

to keep me from stressing
about the hearing.

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

Mm-hmm.

Thanks, Magnum.

**

Patrick had only been
in custody for 30 minutes

before he confessed
to the entire thing.

That is amazing.

We're batting a thousand
at this point.

I'm still trying
to figure out

why the lads aren't trying
to bite your head off.

Because they finally, you know,
have come to their senses

and realized I'm not
that bad of a guy, right?

Right, boys?

After four years?
Oh, no way.

Yeah, something
must have happened.

These dogs are hard-wired
to hate you.

You know, I reckon the lads
are probably just too exhausted

from the dog park
to bother with Magnum.

Right?

Totally, yeah.
You know what we should do?

We should go to the guest house
and grab a drink.

Rick and TC are over there now
if you want to --

Ooh, sounds good.
Kumu?

Oh, well, I've been craving

one of Rick's
lilikoi margaritas.

Think he'll
whip some up for us?

Yeah, yeah, of course.
I mean, he's been on the couch

for, you know,
the last couple days.

The least he can do
is make us a drink.

Okay.
Alright, come on, lads.

Alright, let's go.
Come on, boys.

Come on.
Come on.

This way.

I still can't believe Gordon
let you use those fake badges.

That's the thing,
it was actually his idea.

Hi.

Uh-oh, that's not a good look.
What's going on here?

Are you alright,
Rick?

No.
No, I'm not alright.

Did you break
the washing machine again?

No.

Did you clog the loo
for the fourth time?

No, and I did some research
on that,

and it's
the low-flow toilets

that Robin has on this estate,
not me, okay?

Okay, well,
what is it?

It was an accident.

I made Roberto some pancakes
and when I went to serve him,

I left the cage door open.

You lost Thomas's mouse?

Unfortunately.

We -- We spent all day
looking for the little guy.

Mm.

Look, Thomas, I'm gonna
make this up to you, okay?

I promise.
I will replace Roberto.

Not that Roberto II
can be replaced --

Why are you smirking?
He's smirking.

He's laughing.
Why are you laughing?

Are you laughing?

You want to glance
at the cage?

Roberto!

Oh, now you want
to come out?

Higgins: Are those tiny
mouse pancakes?

Yeah.

How long you been giving him
a short stack?

Awhile.

That's gotta be the cutest
thing I've ever seen.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

I've been looking
for this for ages.

**

Dude.

Magnum and Higgins?

Together?

I think so.

Game changer.

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