All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. 1x17 - Black is the Widow

Sure, it was a lot of work

and there were times
where I wanted to quit,

but, you know, honestly, saving lives...

there is...

there's nothing quite like it.

Your mother must have been so proud.

Dr. Tom�s Caball�,

world-renowned vascular surgeon.

And you said you grew up in Catalonia?

Yeah. Yeah, it was a small village
in the hills.

You know, uh, probably 2,000 people.

I left when I was 18,
went to med school...

University of Barcelona, Johns Hopkins.

Eventually, I retired, and...

made my way out here.

You know, I have to say,

dating sites can be pretty
hit or miss, but this?

This feels right.

It does, doesn't it?

There's something about
a surgeon's hands,

coupled with your...

extensive... knowledge of anatomy.

You are very forward.

Is that a turn-off?

Hardly.

Good.

- Mmm, I...
- No way.

Thomas. Thomas Magnum.

Yeah, I thought that was you.

Howzit, brah?

I'm-I'm sorry. I think you're mistaken.

This is Dr. Tom�s Caball�.

Doctor?

Him? Magnum,

what's she talking about?

So you're not a doctor?

Well, I can explain.

No, you know what?
Save it. We're done here.

No, Blair, w... wait.

Let me just... Give me a chance.

Lose my number. I never
want to see you again.

What was that all about?

I'm investigating a murder,

and I'm pretty sure
you just cost me a major lead.

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- Come on.
- Come on, what are we doing here?

All right, all right, all right,

- chill, chill.
- Come on, tell us what it is.

I already told y'all. It's a surprise.

Please don't tell me it's shaved ice.

Guys, if I tell you that I got a surprise

that you ain't gonna believe,

trust me, it ain't no shave ice.

Then what is it, Coach?

- Hello, everyone.
- Really?

This is the surprise?

No, this is just Auntie Higgy.

Charming.

Here comes the surprise.

- Wait, who is it?
- Who is that?

I can't see. Move, move, move, move.

Bro, bro, bro, that's Christian Yelich!

That's the MVP.

Christian, my man,

meet the 2018 Little League World Champs.

What's up, guys? How we doing?

Good.

Christian, Christian,
will you sign my ball?

- Hey, Christian, Christian.
- High five?

You guys did great.

How'd you pull that off?

Oh, I promised him a
ride in your chopper.

Oh, stop lying. That's all it took?

Come on, man, the guy is the NL MVP.

It's gonna take a whole lot more

than a chopper ride
to bring him out here.

No, Robin's friends with the team owner.

- Oh, should've known.
- Yeah. Yeah.

I loved watching you guys play.

You guys did awesome.

I wish Thomas could be here.

Yeah, he's meeting with a client, though.

Hey, Rick?

You want to throw some BP
while I talk to the kids?

I've been known to throw a
curveball or two in my day.

You sure you want to deal with this heat?

Let's see what you got.

All right, let's do it.

I'm gonna put some stank on it.

I'm gonna get out the way.

Hey.

Hi.

Got a mean curveball!

Do a little

windmilling. I believe that's

kind of one of the things

you guys do in the majors, right?

- Something like that.
- This is a move I got from Jane Fonda.

This is gonna be ridiculous.

This will be interesting.

Watch, boys. You're gonna see
how it's done, all right?

Feel free to call your agent after this,

see if he's looking for any new clients.

Oh, yeah.

MVP! MVP! MVP!

All right, I think I tore something.

Get-get in here, take over.

I know what you're thinking.

How could I pass up playing
catch with a Major Leaguer?

But in my business, when the phone rings,

you answer it.

And in this case,
it sounded pretty important.

Karen McDowell?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Thomas Magnum.

Thanks so much for meeting me.

Of course. How can I help you?

It's about my father.

He was murdered a week ago. Carjacking.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Sit down?

Do the police have any leads?

No, but that's not why I'm here.

Yesterday they read his will,

and I learned that pretty
much his entire savings,

over a million dollars in cash, is gone.

No one knows where.

But according to the bank,

Dad emptied his account
the day he was killed.

Does HPD think there's
a connection between the two?

They say it's definitely possible.

Okay, is there any reason

why your father would need
that much cash?

No.

But now I can't help but think

there was something going
on I didn't know about.

Maybe he was in some kind of trouble.

The point is, I thought
I knew my father, but...

maybe I didn't know him at all.

That's why I'm here, Mr. Magnum.

I don't care about the money.

I just want to know the truth.

Yeah.

There's no indication

that Roland McDowell was
anything but a stand-up guy.

Can't be a coincidence
that the robbery took place

right after he got done with the bank.

No, it's definitely suspicious,
I'll give you that,

but so far we haven't
found evidence of a link,

which means, for the time being,

I need to consider all scenarios,

including the possibility

that this was just a random carjacking.

And what? The carjackers got lucky?

Right time, right place?

Yeah. There's also another possibility.

What's that?

- Maybe your client has the money.
- What?

Look, according to
Roland McDowell's will,

the money was never going to her.

It was earmarked for charity.

Now, maybe after Karen
heard about her dad,

she saw an opportunity.

Got to the cash and hid it away

before the estate
could get its hands on it.

- Serious?
- Look, when my tutu died,

my cousin and his wife went
straight to her house

and started taking things

before the rest of the family
could get there.

There are people who take
advantage of these situations.

If Karen has the money,
why hire me to find it?

Because it's a way
to take suspicion off of her.

Look, you have to ask yourself,

why would a loving father cut
his only child out of his will?

Maybe she didn't want the money.

Ah, come on, Magnum, who
doesn't want a million bucks?

So you're saying that hiring me

was just some kind of smokescreen?

Yeah, that's what I'm saying.

As much as I wanted
to laugh it off,

Katsumoto had gotten in my head.

So, just to be safe, I asked
Higgins to do some digging.

See if Karen had
any secret bank accounts.

My contacts turned up no red flags.

No offshore accounts in Karen's name.

No numbered accounts.

And nothing set up
under any dummy corporations.

But that doesn't exclude the possibility

that she's hiding money some other way.

She's 25. I mean,
she's barely out of university.

She's not exactly a criminal mastermind.

Yeah, but it wouldn't be the first
time a client tried to play me.

I suppose that's true.

Even so, Ms. McDowell's

primary reason for hiring you
wasn't to find the money.

It was to learn why

her father would make
such a large withdrawal.

Yeah, but that's the question

nobody has an answer to,
including the bank.

- You spoke to them?
- Yeah, Rick knows the branch manager.

According to her,

Roland didn't say why he
was taking the money out.

This is actually him.

This photo is from the surveillance video

taken on the day of the withdrawal.

What could all of that cash
have been for?

Debt? Gambling addiction?

Crazy drug habit?

I don't know,
but if we're gonna find out,

we have to start digging
into Roland's life.

That begins with searching his home.

How's it going over there?

Nothing unusual
in Roland's search history.

No gambling sites, no signs
of any out-of-control spending.

And the only drug he appeared
to be interested in

was something called Phallux.

Oh, it's for erectile dysfunction.

And, no, I don't take it.

- Hmm.
- Love the commercials, though.

Well, I suppose his interest

in that kind of medication makes sense.

Why is that?

Because, before he was murdered,

he was logging
onto an online dating website

called Ok Venus almost every day.

According to his profile,
he was athletic, adventurous,

and had a penchant for opera and theater.

And apparently blondes.

This guy definitely had a type.

Mm-hmm.

Interesting. It would appear
his late wife was also a blonde.

Hold on.

What?

Didn't seem strange at first, but look.

It's a blonde woman. So?

Yeah, but she's not in the teller line,

and it doesn't look like
she works at the bank.

You're thinking that one
of these women was with Roland

when he made the withdrawal?

No one's supposed to be here.

Oh, God!

- Mr. Magnum.
- Karen.

What are you doing he...? Who is she?

Uh, this is Higgins.

- She's helping with the case.
- Hello. Sorry.

I don't understand. You, you broke in?

Y-Yeah. Sorry.

Why didn't you just ask me to let you in?

I can't believe
you would take them seriously.

Well, I know how this must make you feel,

but the police have to consider
all possible scenarios,

and I had to at least

entertain the possibility.

I already told you,
I don't care about the money.

My dad already gave me so much
growing up.

When I was young, we lost my mom.

And after that, my dad had
to make all kinds of sacrifices

so he could be there for me.

If he wanted

that money to go to charity, I
would want to honor his wishes.

Sounds like your father
was a very special man.

Now that you're here,
though, you could help us.

How so?

Well, for starters, was
your father seeing anyone?

You mean, like dating? No.

No, he wasn't interested
in meeting anybody.

Actually, that's not entirely true.

These are six women

that he had recently gone out with.

I had no idea.

I was always worried

he was lonely, but he said he was okay.

Do you recognize anyone?

What about this woman?

- Blonde here on the right.
- No.

Do you think she has something
to do with the missing money?

Well, we're not sure yet.

But we're gonna find out.

Well, did the bank surveillance
video give us anything?

See for yourself.

Look at his eyes. They're on the blonde,

- and then she follows him out.
- You were right.

- She was with him.
- Yeah.

Find her, we find answers.

Maybe even the cash.

Okay, occupation.

How about we go with
genius inventor/industrialist.

Wait, hold on. That's Tony Stark.

- Yeah.
- All right, okay, you're right.

Uh, let's have something
a little more realistic.

How about...
European sports car importer?

- That works.
- Yeah.

Guys, remember, this profile we build

has to match me up with the same
women that Roland dated.

And hope that they agree
to go out with you.

Uh-oh.

Three grown men huddled around a laptop.

That can't be good.

Hey, Higgy, what's your
favorite Spanish opera?

Lope de Vega's La selva sin amor.

Why? What are you doing?

How do you spell that?

Uh, we're helping to set up
Thomas's online dating profile.

You're actually going to go
through with that cockamamy idea?

What? I have to meet each one
of these women face-to-face,

and a simple background check
isn't gonna do it.

- You know what I think?
- Hmm?

I think he's finally found an opportunity

to spend his client's money
whilst meeting women.

Oh, come on. That's... that's not true.

Look, if I was a cop,

I'd meet every one
of these women face-to-face

and interview them, but I'm not,
so this is the next best thing.

Yeah, he's right. Look, first dates

are all about asking questions.

So this way Thomas can take them out,

do a subtle interrogation,
and with any luck,

he'll have ID'd the black
widow before the check comes.

- Black widow?
- Yeah, you know, a woman

that bilks a man out of all
his money and then kills him.

Thank you, Rick,
I'm familiar with the term.

So, now you're thinking

our mystery woman has something
to do with Roland's murder?

Well, it's a working theory.
I mean, think about it.

This woman gets this old guy
to pull out a big pile of cash

and then uses the carjacking
as a cover to rob him.

Okay.

Done.

Thomas, you are now Tom�s Caball�.

- Nice move.
- Opera lover

and European sports car importer.

Now, that's boyfriend material.

"Speaks five languages"?

- Mm-hmm.
Come on.

I mean, he can barely handle English.

"Hobbies include powerlifting"?

Yeah, we were thinking

about inserting
some pictures of his calves.

- We got to do that.
- 'Cause they're fantastic.

Yeah. Thanks, man.

- Yeah, they are your best asset.
- Guns.

- Get that shot.
- It is no wonder

that you guys are all still single.

I mean, you want to know
what a woman wants?

Why don't you ask one? Give it here.

Give it.

- Party pooper.
- Okay.

Well, uh, in the meantime,

why don't you guys go hit up Kawika.

See if he can track down
Roland's missing car.

- All right, sure thing.
- All right.

- Bye, Higgy.
- Bye.

Magnum, you know,

women really don't care
what your calves look like,

particularly the woman that you're after.

Assuming that she is a black widow,

she's gonna be looking for an easy mark,

someone she can fleece.

That means someone who is insecure

and easy to manipulate.

Roland was a lonely widower.
That made him a prime target.

We need to make sure
you look equally desirable.

So now I'm a lonely doctor
who lives on a massive estate

with a world-renowned wine collection.

That you will never lay your hands on.

Okay, there's just
one more thing we need to do.

I took the liberty of photoshopping

some of your personal photographs,

because if this is gonna work,

you're gonna need to look pretentious.

Come on, seriously?

I hate that guy.

You may, but a black widow wouldn't.

Okay, I've also hacked
the website to ensure

that you're matched with the
same women that Roland dated.

Although, of course, I can't guarantee

that they're going to swipe on you.

Oh, come on, they'll swipe.

That's rather presumptuous.

I'm just trying to think
positive, that's all.

Trying to think.
Something you're rather good at.

Anyway, I'm going to leave you to it.

Best of luck.

Don't mind me.

I don't.

Uh, you might want to work up
to that one, Magnum.

It has a few rather big words in it.

I'll grab a dictionary.

Why are you borrowing
a book on human anatomy?

I have a date.

Put down the book.

- I'll explain the birds and the bees.
- No.

No, no, thanks. Higgins built

this online dating profile for me

and said I was a retired
vascular surgeon.

So I got to bone up.

You cannot possibly hope
to absorb the information

required to pass yourself off
as a doctor,

let alone a surgeon
with a complex specialty,

in one single night.

What choice do I have? And, frankly,

I don't think you know how
to properly build a cover.

Every great lie

has a little bit of truth in it.

And what might you have preferred?

I don't know, baseball player,
bull rider, race car driver.

I actually considered all three as a kid.

I'm sorry, did you just say bull rider?

Un jinete de toros.

I wanted to be a bull rider
when I was nine years old.

- Bull.
- No, I swear. When I was a kid,

I used to go
to my uncle's house in Mexico,

and he'd take us to the rodeo.

I loved it. You know,
I could talk bull riding

till the cows come home, but
vascular surgery, not so much.

So, if you'll excuse me, I have
a lot of studying ahead of me.

- Dictionary.
- Right.

Enjoy your homework, Doctor.

Will do, Kumu.

Higgins. Higgins, wait up.

Hey, check it out.
It worked. I matched up

with, uh, two of the six women
that Roland dated,

and-and two more swiped on me
in the middle of the night.

Congratulations. Your
very clever little method

of spending your client's money

whilst also meeting new women
to shag was a smashing success.

Who said anything about shagging?

Just gonna suss 'em out.
You know, if they don't seem

like the kind of women
that would kill a man

and steal a million dollars,
then I'll never see 'em again.

Unless they're attractive.

I don't need
some dating app to meet women.

I do just fine. Speaking of which,

I got to shower.
I'm meeting Kesha for lunch.

Ah, Kesha. The one with
the lower back tattoo.

Why are you being such a hater?

Are you a little jealous I'm
going out on all these dates?

Don't be ridiculous.

I don't know. I think maybe
you should download this app.

It's not like you're meeting
a bunch of guys out here

managing this estate.

Online dating? I would literally
rather get hit in the face

with a golf shoe.

Besides, when it comes to romance,

- I'm a tad more discerning than you are.
- Meaning?

Meaning I'm not gonna go out
with just anyone

merely because they glance
in my general direction.

Contrary to what you might think,

I actually don't date very much.

You, on the other hand,

haven't gone out on a single date

since I met you. Why is that?

I'm a busy woman.

Busy? It's 11:00 a.m.,

and you're doing yoga.

This is my time for myself.

Can I tell you something?

If you must.

I was with somebody
that I thought was the one,

and she hurt me in ways that
I didn't think were possible.

And you would think maybe,
after something like that,

I wouldn't be willing
to open myself up again,

but I'm willing
to give love another shot.

Your point is...?

My point is,

I'm sure you're afraid
of getting hurt again

after what you've been through,

but closing yourself off

and denying yourself a chance at love

is not the way to go through life.

I mean, at some point,
you got to get back out there.

Speaking of which, uh, Dr. Tom�s
Caball� has a date to go to.

Enjoy your yoga.

Blind dates with six beautiful women?

I'm not gonna lie, it's tempting.

But in this job,
your reputation is everything,

and that means being a professional.

Especially if it means
proving Higgins wrong.

The subtle art of questioning a suspect:

observe, watch for cues,

who's lying, who's sincere.

Come on, slowpoke.

Slowpoke? Please.

I thought you said
this was gonna be a workout.

It was my first time using the site.

How about you?

I'm on, like, five
different apps right now.

How does it compare?

They were nice men, just
not what I was looking for.

I didn't even know about the app

until a friend of mine
from the gym told me about it.

Roland McDowell.

I figured what the hell, you know?

Wait, Roland?

I think I matched with him.

- He's an older guy, right?
- Yeah, yeah.

He seemed sweet, I just couldn't
get past the age difference.

I was gonna thank him, but I
found out he had been killed.

- Oh, God.
- Yeah.

Carjacking, if you can believe it.

How awful.

Yeah, it is.

Wait, do you mean Roland McDowell?

- You knew Roland?
- Yeah.

We went out.

We even talked about
seeing each other again.

I couldn't believe it when I heard.

His poor daughter.

You know? They were so close.

- Yeah, it's really sad.
- Oh, so sad.

Ah, I'm sorry, Cleo.

Um, it's a colleague.
I have to take this.

- Yeah, it's okay.
- Excuse me.

Yes, Dr. Wright.

Oh, hey, Doctor.

Just talked to Kawika.

He thinks that Roland's car
was tossed in a container

and shipped overseas.

Lucky for us, he knows somebody

who works down at the port.

Traffics in stolen cars on the side.

We're gonna go talk to him.

Okay. Let me know what they say.

What about you, Dr. Caball�?

How's it going, bro? Any suspects?

Unfortunately, no one
stands out just yet.

But I still have one more date to go on.

Curating a good wine collection
is actually a lot of work.

You'd be surprised
how quickly wine can spoil.

But... enough about Merlot and opera.

Tell me about you, Abigail.

Oh. Abby.

- Abby.
- Abby.

Uh, I'm a lawyer at a small firm.

We do mostly criminal
defense work, some civil.

- Mm. Interesting.
- Mm.

What do you do on your off time?

Unfortunately, I don't have that
much of it, but when I do, I...

I don't know, I try
to stay physical, I surf-ski.

I also do some volunteer work
with local veterans,

giving them free legal aid.

I come from a military family,

so that kind of thing
is really important to me.

How about you? Do you, um...

do any volunteer work?

I imagine being a doctor,
you have lots of opportunities.

No. I left medicine behind
when I moved out here.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Huh.

But you have such a gift.

You'd be helping so many people.

True. But I've helped so many
people back on the mainland.

And plus, I've... I've
saved so many lives, I...

honestly, I can't remember.

Ah.

You know, I noticed in
your profile picture,

you had blonde hair.

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

That was a phase.

- Also, it was a little shorter.
- Mm-hmm.

I prefer my natural color.

Oh, goodness. Excuse me.

Wow. I am so sorry.

Um... I got to run.

- What's the rush?
- Look...

you seem like a good guy, Tom�s, I...

You're just not my type.

Wha-What-what are you looking for?

Somebody grounded.

Simple. Somebody who...

helps others
and doesn't do it for the money.

You know, a guy who'd rather
have a beer than fancy wine,

and would rather go
to a ball game than the opera.

Somebody who appreciates the
fine art of sleeping in and...

wouldn't get annoyed
if I wanted to eat in bed.

It's nice meeting you.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking:

that woman seems
absolutely perfect for me.

And you might be right.

But that's not why I'm following her.

See, the thing about black widows

is that they're great
at seducing their marks,

playing hard to get.

So it's possible Abby's putdowns

were a calculated move meant
to undermine my confidence

and make me crave her approval.

Terrific.

No phone.

In the police report a witness
described the carjacker

as a Caucasian male, six feet tall,

over 200 pounds with black hair.

In other words, this guy.

Looks like Abby might not be
the perfect woman after all.

Ok, so he matches the
description of the carjacker.

But so do thousands of
other men on this island.

Yeah, but he's the only one
hanging out with the woman

who may be the blonde from the bank.

Well, minor problem.
This one has brown hair.

Yes, obviously, she dyed her hair blonde,

which is a little suspect
in itself, don't you think?

Here she is, paying the guy off.

A guy I followed home to a halfway house,

which means he's probably on parole.

I-I'm telling you, there's got
to be some kind of connection

between Roland McDowell's murder
and the missing money.

Uh, there's someone at the gate,

and I don't think it's for me.

That's Cleo.

Wonder what she wants.

Hey, you.

Hey. You left this on the table
when you rushed off.

Oh, my-my cell phone.
I-I thought I lost it.

Thanks for, uh, bringing it by.

Oh, yeah, it's no trouble.

This is on my way to power yoga.

Power yoga? Wow, that sounds fun.

You should join me sometime,

if you don't mind getting sweaty.

I don't mind getting sweaty.

Or maybe we could just grab dinner.

Yeah, yeah, that would be great.

I will have my assistant set that up.

Okay, great. Let me know.

Um, can I just drop this
in the mailbox, then?

I'm late for my class.

It's perfect. Thank you.

Okay, well, I guess I will be
talking to you soon.

Toodles.

Okay. Bye.

I really feel for that woman.

You know, I'll give her a call,
let her down easy.

No, I was referring to her
incredibly poor taste in men.

I'll run this guy's photo
through the system.

If he's an ex-con, shouldn't
be hard to get an ID.

Toodles.

Hey, Karen, it's Thomas Magnum.

I may have a lead.

I'd like to show you
some photos, if possible.

Yeah, of course.

You recognize either of 'em?

No. Who are they?

Well, the woman, your father dated.

The guy, we're not sure about.

Hey-hey, I got to go,
but I'll keep you posted, okay?

Okay. Thanks.

What's up?

It's bachelorette number two,

aka your prime suspect.

Hmm.

Your guest, sir.

Is there anything else I can do for you?

No. That'll be just fine.

Thank you.

I always hire English help.

So much nicer than Americans, you know?

Cut the crap.

Who the hell are you?

- Dr. Tom�s Caball�.
- Please, just stop lying.

I don't follow. I...

Well, follow this. I suddenly have

a Detective Katsumoto from the HPD

looking into a witness
of mine at the request

of a Thomas Magnum, who,

according to a public
record search, is you.

Witness?

Yeah, a witness who's supposed to testify

in a case that I'm working on.

Oh, that's why you met
with that guy after lunch.

What? You followed me?

- Uh...
- Okay.

All right, you know what,
enough with the games.

What is your deal?

Obviously, you're not a doctor.
Is this even your place?

I'm a private investigator.

I live in the guesthouse.

Roland McDowell's daughter
hired me to find out

who stole a million dollars
and killed her father.

So you're a private dick.

I prefer "investigator."

I prefer dick.

And you thought that
I had something to do

with Roland's murder?

FYI, my witness has a solid alibi

for the night of the
carjacking, and so do I.

You don't believe me,
you can ask your pal,

Detective Katsumoto.

Mm, actually we're not pals.
He kind of hates me.

Really? What a shock.

Stay away from me.
Stay away from my witness.

Got it?

Yeah.

I guess we can...

scratch her off the suspect list.

You like her.

What? I do not like her.

You're lying.

I'm leaving is what I'm doing.

If you like her, you'll
bring her flowers and apologize.

I don't like her.

You do like her. I do not like her.

Liar.

Yeah, I remember a 2018 Mercedes

C-300 coming through here
a couple days ago,

delivered by some dude
I never seen before.

Yeah, well, that dude just
carjacked and killed a guy.

We could really use
your help finding him.

Yeah, can you describe him?

Haole. Black hair. Regular height.

That narrows it down to pretty much

every mainlander on the island.

Where's the car now?

On its way to China.

Left port six hours ago. Sorry.

No problem.

No problem?

What, you got a plan or something?

I'm thinking
what would our boy Thomas do?

Hey, thanks again for doing this.

We'll have you back in
the crime lab in no time.

I got her.

12 o'clock.

Buddy, I hope you don't get seasick, too.

Why?

Hang on. I'm gonna put her
down on those containers.

Please tell the captain
we said thank you.

We'll be out of your
hair in a few minutes.

All right, time to do your thing.

Try not to get any, uh, vomit in the car

while you're looking for prints.

You're gonna owe me big-time for this.

Okay, looks like the carjacker's prints

you lifted from
our victim's Mercedes got a hit.

Davis Sadler.

Robbery, counterfeiting, fraud.

Possession of a firearm.

Says he's married.

That's Cleo.

Real name Tammy Ann Lacoss.

I believe you've found your black widow.

Magnum.

Hey, Katsumoto, you want
to thank me now or later?

- What are you talking about?
- Well, we ID'd your carjacker.

His name's Davis Sadler,
and he's married to Cleo,

aka Tammy Ann Lacoss.

The power yoga lady?

She's our black widow.

She and Sadler live in Hawaii Kai.

I'm, uh, texting you the address now.

Great. Thanks.

- And, Magnum...
- Yeah?

Good job.

Higgins, did you just hear that?

Katsumoto paid me a compliment.

Yeah, hold on. Give me a second

to just savor the moment.

You do that.

What a sweetheart.

I think we're becoming BFFs.

Dispatch, this is Detective Katsumoto.

I've got two suspects fleeing.

I need immediate backup at this location.

Backup en route, ETA six minutes.

I don't have six minutes.

I'm done. Let's get out of here.

HPD! Put your hands on your heads!

Hands up, let's go.

Interlace your fingers. Turn around.

Put the gun on the ground.

Thomas Magnum.

This is Sergeant Lukela with HPD.

We're looking for Detective Katsumoto.

According to his cell,
you were his last phone call.

Are you saying
Detective Katsumoto's missing?

His car and his cell
were found abandoned.

Do you have any idea where he is?

It's Katsumoto. Uh, HPD can't locate him.

Sadler must have known he was coming.

I don't even know how that's possible.

Mr. Magnum?

Yeah, I'm here.

Do you have any idea where Katsumoto is?

Magnum, hang up the phone.

What? Give me the phone.

Just hang up.

What are you doing?

I'm just confirming a theory.

I don't think you left
your phone behind on that date.

I think Cleo wanted to check out

her mark, so she lifted
your phone, cloned the SIM card,

and returned it to you.

She's been listening in on your calls.

So she must have known
Katsumoto was coming.

Please tell me you can track her location

through the SIM card.

I can try.

Where you taking me?

Getting off this rock.

We're taking you as leverage,
just in case anything happens.

Grand theft auto, murder,
now kidnapping a cop.

How deep a hole you looking to dig?

Just keep walking.

You two aren't thinking straight.

You asked me before if
I was gonna kill you.

Well, I'm gonna kill you now

unless you get on that boat.

Ugh!

I'm really disappointed, Cleo.

I was kind of looking forward
to our power yoga date.

I have to ask one thing.

How did you get Roland
to take out all the cash?

I have a theory.

I think you and your husband threatened

to harm Roland's daughter

because you knew how much
he adored her. In fact,

you're the only woman I met that
even knew he had a daughter.

So he did what he was told,
to protect her.

Turns out Roland McDowell
wasn't the first person

scammed by these two.

They conned money
out of at least five other men.

But nothing close to a million dollars,

and this was the first time
it escalated to murder.

Karen got the answers she wanted,

but there were still a few questions.

According to her father's will,
the money was supposed to go

to a local research hospital.

And all of it, every penny,

was supposed to be used
just by one doctor.

Someone Karen had never
even met, much less heard of.

Thankfully, her father
left behind something

that would explain everything.

Hey, sweetie.

If you're watching this,

I'm sure you have a lot of questions,

starting with why I left
my entire savings to a stranger.

Honey, Dr. Okana is a leader
in rare diseases,

diseases so obscure
they don't even have a name.

They're called orphan diseases.

I never told you this, but your mom,

she actually died
from one of these diseases.

And now there's something else
that you need to know.

When you were a little girl,
the doctors, they determined

that it was likely that you
inherited the same gene.

I was gonna tell you when you got older,

but every time I was about to,
I-I held back.

I guess, I didn't want you obsessing

over something that you couldn't control.

I was hoping
that they would find the cure

before you ever needed
to learn the truth.

I was sending money to Dr. Okana
when you were a little kid,

helping to fund her research.

I'm sorry I kept all this from you.

I-I just wanted to keep
my little girl safe...

and happy.

Maybe I was wrong, I-I don't know.

But I hope you can understand.

I am so proud of the person
that you've become, honey.

I know your mom would be proud, too.

And while...

we aren't around, you'll always
have us in your heart.

I love you.

I love you, too, Dad.

Oh, look.

It's not Dr. Caball�. Please.

Don't slam the door in my face.

This will just take a second.

Uh, look,

I was just doing my job,
and it actually worked out.

I'm sorry,

but would you go out with me again?

In case you forgot,
we already went on a date,

and to be honest, I can't say
I was really feeling it.

Well, you went on a date
with Dr. Tom�s Caball�,

a-a super-pretentious,
cardiovascular surgeon.

That's not Thomas Magnum.

This is.

Thomas Magnum isn't fancy.

Thomas Magnum grew up in Virginia,

Thomas Magnum loves baseball,
hates opera.

Uh...

I don't speak five languages.

But I do speak two.

The red Ferrari? That's a loaner.

- Hmm.
- My favorite beer is probably

a Coops, followed closely
by an Old Dusseldorf.

I mean, that is, that's me in a nutshell.

So let me try this again.

Would you please go on a date with me?

Hey.

Wanted to thank you for the
whole flower suggestion.

Uh, it took a little convincing,

but Abby is going on
another date with me.

Huh. She seems like a good one, Magnum.

Try not to blow it.

I'll do my best. What's with the dress?

I am going on a date.

Really?

Taking your advice.

Who's the guy?

He's a friend of Robin's

who's in town. Baseball chap.

Baseball chap.

You're not talking about
Christian Yelich, are you?

That's him. He's not bad
from what I've seen.

Not bad? The guy's, like,
a National League MVP.

And I surmise from your tone
that that's a good thing?

He batted, like, a .326. 36 homers,

110 RBIs.

I mean, the guy's, like, a baseball god.

How did this even happen?

He asked me out.

And not via some silly app.

He did it the old-fashioned way,

like a gentleman.

Anyway,

must go, don't wait up.

Do you mind if I just join you
for a little bit?

- Absolutely not.
- I will be gone

by the time you guys
are done with appetizers.

Good night, Magnum.