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.
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 thatformer HPD.
He recently lost his badge
after we broke a convict out of prison
in order to save his ex-wife.
Aah! Higgins!
And this is Juliet Higgins,
former British Intelligence, MI6.
We work really well together.
[ Grunting ]
Magnum, are you about to ask me to become your partner?
After that, things got complicated.
Higgins: On paper, we really don't make sense.
You and me, it's inherently risky.
I know, but I'm willing to give it a chance.
[ Mugs clink ]
Previously on "Magnum PI"...
Lee: I was hoping you could tell me
how to get in touch with Captain Buck Greene.
Your former C.O. who betrayed you
lists you as his emergency contact.
My son was abducted by two men.
They promised they'd release him
if I sent Magnum on a suicide mission.
I am truly sorry for what I did to you, Magnum.
Magnum: There's really no man
that had more of an impact on my life than Greene.
He's the one who put the team together.
You're gonna give me their names
so we can hunt them down and kill them.
Body washed up on the windward side.
Captain Buck Greene.
-Thanks for meeting with me. -Of course.
How's everyone?
Wright, Calvin doing okay?
Yeah, yeah.
Doing good.
I keep going over it in my head.
Gaming out all the ways things could have gone.
The truth is, I should have known
that Ivan was never gonna let David go.
No, no, you're -- you're trying to apply logic
to a situation where it just does not work.
Your son's life was on the line, alright?
Anybody in that position would have done the same thing.
This is different.
I swore an oath
to protect the men and women under my command,
and I betrayed that oath.
Yeah.
It must have been, uh, 2014.
I was a couple months out of my second tour.
I hadn't seen my family or been stateside in over a year,
and -- and I was...
so convinced that I was done,
and you came to me
and you told me something...
that convinced me to stay.
"Until you've sacrificed everything,
you haven't sacrificed enough."
Exactly.
You made the Navy your career, gave your life to it.
You lost a son.
If anybody has the right to say
that they've sacrificed everything,
it's you.
So you can't torture yourself over this.
You gotta just find a way to forgive and move on.
I did a long time ago.
**
Yeah. Yeah.
That's him.
These were on his person when he was found.
Since he designated you as his emergency contact,
they're yours now.
When do the results of the autopsy come in?
Actually, we don't have one scheduled.
Why the hell not?
The deceased's boat was found adrift at sea.
There was open liquor,
as well as prescription anti-depressants.
Now, I can have the lab run a tox panel
to see what was in his system,
but given the nature of the death,
HPD decided that a full autopsy isn't warranted.
So the cops think it was an accident.
Maybe even a suicide.
I'm sorry.
I can imagine how upsetting this must be.
No. No, I don't think you can.
This man was a fully commissioned officer
in the United States Navy.
Alright, now I can call the DOD and get them involved,
or you can save everybody the time
and just get the autopsy done.
I'll get started on the paperwork.
Thank you.
So what are you thinking?
I don't know. Something's not right.
I'm gonna find out what it is.
**
* I'm taller *
* You make me love harder *
* You make it all easier *
* You know that I need you here *
* We're always gonna be on top *
* Together we can make this pop *
* Keep it going, just don't stop *
* Tonight *
* Don't stop *
* Tonight *
Director: Cut, cut, cut!
That's a wrap on Rae for today.
Great job, everybody.
[ Applause ]
Mr. Katsumoto. I'm Ji-Yoo, Rae's manager.
Thanks again for filling in on such sort notice.
Happy I could help.
Rae's show tonight at the Shell
is actually her last performance before we head home.
It was all going smoothly
until a member of the security team got sick.
Now we're down a man.
And, as I'm sure you can imagine,
a star of Rae's stature
requires a heavy security presence wherever she travels.
To be honest, I'm not really familiar with Rae's work,
but as a former cop, I have plenty for experience
at this sort of thing. Good.
Rae's lucky to have such a loyal fan base,
but the diehards can sometimes take things too far.
A big part of your job
is identifying who's gonna be a problem
before they have a chance to act.
Other than that, you should avoid interacting with Rae
and generally stay out of her way.
Understood. Great.
Why don't I introduce you?
Uh, to Rae?
I thought I wasn't supposed to interact with her.
Yes. But she's very particular about who she works with.
She'll need to approve you first. Alright.
Rae, this is Gordon Katsumoto.
He'll be filling in on security today.
[ Speaking Korean ]
You're riding with me.
Thanks for coming along with me.
You're really doing me a solid here. Yeah.
Although, I have to say, I'm not entirely sure
what it is I've agreed to.
I'm not really sure, either.
All Kona said was something was stolen from him.
He seemed pretty desperate to get it back.
Alright, well, if he's a friend of yours,
I'm happy to help.
Full disclosure -- Kona's not really a friend.
He's more of a professional acquaintance.
He supplies all the liquor for La Mariana.
I figured if I do him this solid,
maybe he'll give me a deal on the next order.
Got you. So is it Kona that I'm helping, or is it you?
Both?
I would have asked Thomas, but I feel bad.
He's been so generous with letting me stay in the guesthouse.
How is that going, by the way?
Pretty good. Hmm.
Although I've noticed he hasn't been around much lately.
I mean, he gets in late most nights,
and when I wake up in the morning, he's usually gone.
Doesn't take a genius to figure out what's going on, though.
Well, what -- what do you think is going on?
Oh, I think we both know what's going on.
He's seeing somebody.
I mean, it's so obvious.
Has he said anything to you about it?
Uh, no.
No, I can't say that he has.
But, uh, you know, luckily,
Thomas keeps the sordid details of his love life to himself.
Well, whoever she is, he must really like her.
I mean, there's just been this lightness about him lately.
He's constantly smiling.
So chipper.
Although that's not always a good sign with him.
W-- How's that?
Let's just say Thomas has a tendency
to dive headfirst into new relationships.
Sometimes he can get disappointed
when the woman doesn't live up to the idealized version
of what a romantic partner should be.
Anyway, I'm sure it'll be over soon.
Probably just a brief fling.
That's a shame. I was looking forward to meeting her.
**
Kona?
Oh, my God. Call 911.
Rick, this blood is still pooling.
That means it happened very recently.
[ Guns cock ] Put the phone down.
Now.
**
Well, it's been years since K-Pop
first took the world by storm,
and today I have the pleasure of sitting down
with one of its biggest stars, Rae Song.
Rae, so good to see you. So good to be here.
Easy. Music is the universal language.
You don't even have to understand the lyrics
so long as the song elicits an emotional response.
But it helps if you can dance to it.
Yes. Absolutely. And I totally agree with you.
So tell me about your new -- [ Sighs ]
Can I borrow your cell?
Sure. Is that really necessary?
The label monitors my work phone,
and I've had issues with the press
hacking my personal devices.
Oh, that explains why you wanted me to ride with you.
I know what you're thinking.
"What a diva."
I'm probably exactly what you expected.
Actually, I didn't have anyexpectations.
Prior to today, I'd never heard of you.
And here I am, assuming you know all about me.
Maybe I ama diva.
Sorry. I didn't mean to offend.
No, it's actually refreshing.
I'm not exactly used to people being honest around me.
Truth is, I didn't just bring you along to use your phone.
You see, my security team are great at what they do,
but it's the record label that pays their bills.
So I don't always feel comfortable
speaking openly in front of them.
Yet you have to trust them with your safety.
That can't be easy.
Oh, I may not trust them to respect my privacy,
but I do trust them with my life.
The label has to protect its investment, after all.
That's kind of a cynical point of view, don't you think?
It's the truth.
Music has always been my passion,
but I can't even remember a time in my life
when I wasn't doing it for money.
When I was 12, Ji-Yoo discovered me,
got me signed to a label,
and soon I was supporting my entire extended family.
What I didn't have was a life.
No school.
No real friends.
And to top it all off, I don't even own the songs
I pour my blood and sweat into.
My label does.
Sometimes I think I should just walk away,
but at the end of the day, this is all I've ever known.
Well, not that you've asked for my advice,
but in my opinion, you know,
if you find something you're good at
that gives your life meaning, well, that's something
you should try to keep at all costs, isn't it?
Sounds like there's a story there.
[ Chuckles ]
There is.
But you won't be getting it that easy.
[ Crowd shouting ]
* Hey *
* Look in the mirror *
* I'm gonna reach the stars *
* I'm gonna ride the waves *
* I'm gonna write down every chapter *
Hello, my Songies!
* Seems I make the rules *
I love you.
Step back! Keep your hands to yourself.
Would you like a picture?
Yeah!
Hi! [ Camera shutter clicks ]
I'll see you inside. Thanks. Oh, my God.
**
I know that look. What's up?
The -- The date on Greene's watch, it's -- it's way off.
It's set to Thursday the 5th.
Today is Monday the 23rd.
Oh. Relic like that?
Could be the date function stopped working a long time ago.
Mm. Crown is in the out position,
like he set it to that date for a reason.
What, like to leave a message?
I don't know.
You good?
Yeah, just Higgy was supposed to meet me here
after, uh, sitting down with Rick's friend, but...
I don't know. I guess they hit traffic.
Yeah, I called Rick a while ago. Went straight to voicemail.
I should try giving her a call again. [ Dialing ]
[ Line rings ] Higgins: You've reached Juliet.
Yeah.
Maybe they're somewhere where there's no reception.
Yeah, yeah. Maybe.
Remember when I asked you this morning
to ride along with me and meet a friend about a job?
Why'd you have to go and say yes?
My sincerest apologies, Rick.
Had I known that we would end up
stuck in the back of a van with a dead body,
I might have reconsidered.
Yeah.
Truth be told, Kona wasn't always the straightest shooter.
I mean, before he got involved in liquor sales,
he was always running some scam or another.
Not really sure what he could have been doing
to get himself killed, though.
Well, I reckon those guys must be looking
for whatever the stolen item was
that he wanted me and Thomas to track down.
It's too much of a coincidence for it not to be related.
Well, that would explain why the house was tossed.
But why kill the guy that could give you a lead on the robbery?
I don't know.
Maybe they questioned Kona before they killed him.
Maybe they didn't believe that whatever it was had been stolen.
Either way, if we don't find a way to escape,
these guys are gonna try and kill us, too.
**
* Woke up feeling brave *
* Something I gotta say this morning *
* If nothing's gonna change, then let me on my way *
* Don't want you *
* So you can take your lies and take your games *
* I've had enough, there's nothing left to say *
* Please don't ask me why, you didn't read the signs *
* I warned you *
* Well, you can talk about the red and blue pill *
* How none of this is real * [ Feedback squeals ]
Wait, stop. I'm still getting feedback from my monitors.
Heard you got to ride with her majesty.
She actually seems like a pretty good kid.
Sure, but don't be fooled.
She'd sell out her own mother
if she thought it would advance her career.
**
[ Crowd shouting, chanting "Rae!" ]
**
Got a suspicious person on the rope line.
Asian male. Blue windbreaker.
Hi!
Knife!
[ Grunting ]
[ Woman screams ]
[ Both grunting ]
**
Get them out of here! Now!
[ Van door opens ]
Mike: Out.
Now.
Over there.
Let's go.
**
Right up here.
Dig. Make sure the hole's big enough for three.
Ah, yeah, that's gonna be a pass for me.
I just feel like if you guys are really gonna kill us,
I'd rather not spend my last moments shoveling dirt.
If I gotta dig, you're dying a hell of a lot more slowly.
Well, listen, I have another option.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
Well, clearly, you and your associate
were looking for something
that you believed to be at Kona's house.
What it appears you don't know is that said item
had already been stolen from him,
which is why you couldn't find it.
See, if you hadn't shot the guy right away,
he might have told us that himself.
He drew on me. What was I supposed to do?
Look, thankfully, there is a silver lining here,
because Kona was about to hire
the best private investigators on the island
to recover what it is that you're looking for.
Juliet Higgins.
And I'm her partner, Thomas Magnum.
[ Chuckles ] Nice try.
You didn't think I'd check your phone when I took it off you?
[ Gun cocks ] Your name's Orville Wright.
That's a cute kid, by the way.
Be a shame if she had to grow up without a daddy.
Please, just listen.
I really think that we can find a solution to your problem.
[ Engine revs ]
[ Engine shuts off ]
Okay, that's weird.
Yeah, meeting was hours ago.
No way they should still be here.
Can you pick the lock?
[ Doorknob clicks, door creaks ]
No need.
Damn, somebody tore this place up.
[ Door closes ]
I'll check the bedrooms.
Higgins?
Rick?
**
TC: Yo.
Yeah?
Check this out.
Somebody recently mopped up the floor right here.
You can still smell the bleach.
I think somebody bled out right here.
They must've used the shower curtain from the bathroom
to move the body.
[ Cellphone buzzing ]
[ Beep ]
Higgy, you okay?
Higgins: Well, uh, yes and no.
Unfortunately, Kona is dead.
Also, Rick and I are currently standing
opposite the gentlemen who killed him.
Wait, what?
I'll take it from here. Listen closely, Mr. Magnum.
Kona had something that belonged to my associate and I.
A case of 1997 Nogura whiskey.
Premium stuff from Japan.
Worth a quarter of a mil, easy.
See, Kona was supposed to find us a buyer,
but when it came time to collect,
he just started dodging our calls.
So we pay him a visit, he draws on us,
which my partner understandably didn't take too kindly to.
Your friends then showed up at a rather inopportune time,
and that's how we find ourselves in this, uh,
present predicament.
Okay, what's it gonna take to get out friends back?
Well, that's easy. We just want our whiskey back.
We thought Kona was holding out on us.
Turns out, the stuff was stolen.
Magnum: Yeah, not for the first time, I'm guessing.
Don't think you and your partner came into that whiskey legally.
You catch on fast, which is good,
because you see, we're your clients now,
and if you ever want to see your friends alive again,
you're gonna find that booze.
We're -- We're gonna find it, alright, I promise.
But with a case like this, we -- we need time.
You have five hours.
If you don't come through by then
or if we even suspect you're talking to the cops,
your friends are dead.
Understood?
Understood.
Well, then, good luck.
[ Door closes ]
Okay, I'm thinking we start with high-end liquor shops.
They should know who the buyers are for that kind of product.
That's a great idea, but it won't be necessary.
I just found the whiskey.
A kid named "Awesome Josh" has it.
How the hell did you find that so fast?
"I don't always drink whiskey, but when I do,
I'm dropping six figures.
#Baller. #ThugLife.
#1997Nogura."
So the kid leaves evidence of a felony on social media.
It's like these kids just want to get caught out there.
H-Hold on. He just posted a photo from the Rainbow Drive-in.
If we hustle, we can get there in time.
[ Engine starts ]
[ Tires screech ]
Dennis: It's actually pretty amazing if you think about it.
What is?
Oh, just the irony of you working 20-something years
as a cop without so much as a paper cut,
only to get shivved on your first day
doing private security.
Ugh. Please don't make me laugh.
[ Both chuckle ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Knock on door ]
Get that, will ya?
Hi. I'm here to see Gordon.
Gordon? Uh, your dad?
Come on in, guys.
Rae, Ji-Yoo, this is my son, Dennis.
Oh, nice to meet you. Hi.
Dennis, I'm guessing you probably know who Rae is.
Oh, so that's who you were working for?
Cool. Cool. Yeah, yeah.
I think I may have heard some of your music before.
That's okay.
I'm sure the stuff you listen to is a lot cooler.
Yeah, just indie stuff mostly.
We wanted to check in on you before heading out.
It's nothing a couple stitches couldn't fix.
16 is a couple?
I'll be fine.
* Well, you can talk about the red and blue pill*
* How none of this is real, so how do you feel?*
* How much of --* [ Cellphone beeps ]
If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna take this
and [Clears throat] die of embarrassment.
[ Chuckling ] Well, that made my day.
Mine too. Wow.
He's cute.
I thought you'd want to know I spoke to our head of security,
and they've handed the attacker off to the police.
It's a miracle no one was badly hurt.
Still, given the situation,
we've decided to postpone tonight's concert.
I hate to let the fans down, but security's insisting.
No, it makes sense.
When I saw the knife, I just froze.
I was so scared, and then suddenly, you were there.
Hey, I was just the first one to see him is all, okay?
Every one of the guys on your security team
would have done the same thing.
**
For your son.
I don't suppose you'd be interested
in coming back to Seoul with us
and working on my team full time?
Well, as tempting as that is...
my life is here.
In that case, there will be front-row tickets
waiting for you when I'm back in town.
Better see you there.
Count on it.
**
[ Engine roaring ]
* I can't help but feel my groove *
* I can't help but feel *
There's our boy.
How the hell does this clown
afford a quarter-million-dollar whiskey,
let alone a car like that?
I don't know. Do me a favor.
Grab the registration from the glovebox.
What for?
Uh, you'll see. Just roll with it.
-Howzit? -Hey, how you doing?
-Nice ride. -Thank you.
Robin Masters, Honolulu Bureau
of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms,
and we believe that you may be in possession
of $250,000 worth of stolen liquor.
What the hell are you talking about?
This.
Seems as though a rare case of Nogura whiskey
went missing from a distribution company
and somehow ended up on your Instagram feed.
That stuff isn't mine, brah.
I swear.
Here's the deal.
I have this mobile car detailing business.
My clients are hella rich.
So sometimes I take photos with their stuff
and, you know... let people assume.
Oh. Kind of like I should assume
that this Lambo is not yours, either.
Oh, come on.
[ Scoffs ]
Unless you wanna go to jail for accessory to felony burglary,
you're gonna give us the name of the client who has that whiskey.
Sure. Yeah.
Um, got the guy's info right here in my phone.
You guys are with the Bureau of Alcohol
and you drive a Ferrari?
We're undercover.
Remember, the hole's got to be big enough for three.
In case your friends don't come through.
I got a bad feeling about this.
What if this PI goes to the cops?
Let's just cut our losses and get out of here.
Listen, even if TC and Magnum do come through,
I can't imagine any scenario
where these guys keep up their end of the agreement.
First chance we get, we have to try and escape.
[ Indistinct conversations, siren wailing in distance ]
**
Hey, Joe, uh, I need to talk to the detective
handling the assault on Rae Song.
**
This is a little awkward.
Of all the way we could have met.
Detective Chris Childs.
Gordon Katsumoto.
Heard you inherited my case load.
Sorry about that.
If I gotta be swimming in paperwork, I'm happy it's yours.
You kept excellent notes.
What brings you in today?
You may have heard I was at the scene
of the Rae Song attack.
Figured you'd need my statement.
Sure, but given everything you've been through,
it could wait. I'm fine.
You interview the suspect yet?
Suspect?
No one's been brought in.
That's not possible. We had him.
You sure? I was told the guy managed to flee the scene.
Where you going?
Before we were driven away,
I saw your guys detain the suspect.
You had three men on top of him.
What are you getting at?
The police were told he escaped,
but we both know there's no way that happened.
We decided it was best handled ourselves.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means that guy won't be a problem anymore.
For anyone.
You know I used to be a cop, right?
Yeah. I do.
I also know you took this job because you need the money.
We appreciate your discretion on this.
**
[ Whistles ] I'm in the wrong line of work.
That's one hell of a bonus.
That's not what this is.
These men killed Rae's assailant,
and now they're trying to buy my silence.
They also canceled tonight's concert,
probably because they're in a hurry to leave the country.
That just seems a little -- a little extreme to me.
It does, until you consider these guys are Korean mob.
You know that how?
Rae's head of security, Kwan,
had a distinct star tattoo on his neck.
So I did a little digging.
Turns out much of South Korea's entertainment industry
is run by current and former gang members.
In Rae's case, her label is bankrolled
by members of the Seven Star Mob.
That may be so, but without a body,
we don't have a murder to investigate.
Right. But what if we could ID him?
Here's the shirt I was wearing.
And most of the blood on this is mine.
That spot right there, that came from Rae's assailant
while we were struggling for the knife.
[ Receiver clicks, dialing ]
Hey, yeah, this is Detective Childs.
I'm gonna need you to run some blood through the lab ASAP.
Thanks. [ Receiver hangs up ]
That should do it.
Go fetch the body.
[ Grunts ]
Alright. Okay.
**
Hey.
I don't think we're gonna get a better opportunity than this.
You got a plan?
Yeah, actually, I think I do.
What's the holdup? Throw him in.
[ Grunts ]
[ Grunting ]
Drop it!
Get back.
That's it.
I say we waste these fools right now.
No, no. We need them alive if we want our stuff back.
[ Thud ] Get him in the hole.
And know this -- if your friends don't come through
in the next hour, you'll be joining him.
Just so I'm sure I've got this right,
you guys come here accusing me of buying some stolen whiskey.
Now, you insist you're not cops.
But if I'll just "loan" you this whiskey,
you promise to return it in a couple of hours
and to never mention any of this to the police.
That's right, sir. We have no interest
in what you may or may not have been involved in.
Just trying to get our friends back.
Hypothetically speaking, if I had the whiskey,
I would be willing to loan it to you,
on the condition that you leave the car you showed up in
as collateral.
That seems like an awful lot of collateral,
considering we -- we know how much you paid for the whiskey.
But the thing of it is...
I have all the leverage.
Okay. Counter offer.
[ Grunting ]
Big mistake! Huge!
-Okay. -Found it.
Nice bar, by the way.
Okay. Last chance.
Who'd you buy the whiskey from?
Alright.
Gonna take your cellphone, because I'm assuming
whoever you got the whiskey from,
you brokered this deal through text, right?
So gonna need your passcode.
[ Laughs ]
You've gotta be kidding me, right?
[ Cellphone beeps, clicks ]
Oh, look at that.
Oh, come on!
Not more tape. Not more tape.
[ Muffled grunting ]
[ Muffled shouting ]
-[ Whistling ] -Aah!
[ Indistinct conversations, telephones ringing ]
What did you used to do when you were waiting for lab reports?
I worked.
This is work. I'm thinking.
About what?
It's private.
Where'd you work before getting transferred here?
Oakland PD. First precinct.
One of the highest murder rates in the country.
That's what I hear.
I believe I also read Oakland PD
just went through a major police corruption scandal.
That's true. A lot of cops went to jail.
And the ones that helped put them there
suddenly wound up with targets on their back.
That's how you ended up here.
You cooperated with IA.
I imagine that didn't make you very popular.
No good deed, huh?
[ Computer beeps ]
Whoop. Here we go.
Okay, no hits in CODIS,
but they did match the blood to an entry
in the INTERPOL database.
That's him.
Dae Hyun Pak. Korean national.
Multiple arrests, including assault, armed robbery.
Known gang affiliations...
Seven Star Mob.
Hold on.
The person who attacked Rae Song
is part of the same gang that has links to her label?
That would explain why they wouldn't turn him over to the cops.
They ordered the hit themselves.
But why would her own label want to kill her?
I don't know.
But if we don't get to Rae before she boards that plane,
she's as good as dead.
**
[ Sirens wailing ]
**
Gordon? What are you doing here?
Your security team lied to you.
They never turned over the man who attacked you.
They set him free.
Why would they do that?
Because he was working for them.
We ID'd him as Korean national Dae Hyun Pak.
He's got a record and ties to the Seven Star Mob.
That's the same criminal outfit that bankrolled your label.
You're a disgraced ex-cop.
You're in no position to be making
wild accusations like that.
Oh, actually, he is.
We've got multiple witnesses that saw your guards
detain Pak at the arena.
That means you either killed him or you let him go.
Either way, you're guilty of a crime.
Yet here I am, about to get on this plane.
There's nothing you can do to stop me,
because you can't prove a thing.
**
Rae?
It all makes sense.
Last stop of the tour, you have me killed,
then go back to Seoul, where the police can't get to you.
Why would we do something like that?
Because I was going to leave the label and --
and re-record my masters.
Finally own my music and take control of my career.
My back catalogue would essentially become worthless,
but...
The only person who knew any of that...
was you.
You were my friend. I trusted you.
Rae, this is crazy.
You're just under too much stress.
We'll get to the bottom of all of this
when we get back home, okay?
Rae, you get on that plane,
you might not be alive by the time it lands.
**
[ Engine shuts off ]
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Where's the whiskey?
It's in the car. You want us to grab it?
No, you'll come over here with your hands where I can see them.
Give him a hand.
**
You know, this whole mess is your fault.
If you'd just taken Kona at his word
when he said somebody stole the whiskey,
we could have gotten it back without anybody getting hurt.
Except Kona didn't give us much of a choice.
My partner was just defending himself.
Or so he claims.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, were you actually in the room when he shot Kona,
or were you conveniently not there to witness it?
**
What's going on?
English here seems to be suggesting
you shot Kona in cold blood.
Why the hell would I do that? I don't know.
Maybe for the same reason that you didn't want TC and Magnum
looking for that whiskey.
Because if they did, they might find out
that it was actually you who stole it from Kona.
That's crazy. She's just trying to get in your head.
Well, it makes perfect sense when you think about it.
I mean, Kona, he was no dummy.
He wouldn't have advertised if he had
a quarter of a million dollars in stolen booze,
which means the only people who knew where to find it
was the two of you.
Wait, you're actually not buying this crap, are you?
[ Gun cocks ] Easy.
I'm just grabbing the phone, alright?
We took this off the guy who had your whiskey, alright?
It turns out there's a text exchange
between him and the person he got it from.
Alright, there's no names mentioned, but...
doesn't hurt to give it a call, right?
[ Buttons beep ]
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Hold on. I can explain.
You son of a bitch.
[ Gunshots ]
Oh, damn.
Higgins.
You okay?
Yeah.
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* Baby, why don't we*
* Why don't we*
Son, meet your new sister.
Yay. I always wanted a kid brother.
* You won't see me*
[ Both laugh ]
Rae's red-eye doesn't leave till 11:00,
so I invited her to join us for dinner.
You mean you invited me to cookdinner.
I'd pitch in if I could,
but I seem to have injured myself somehow,
and how'd that happen again?
You gonna hold that over me forever?
Absolutely. Dennis, help us out.
Rae may be a first-class singer,
but, uh, her knife skills could use some work.
Sure. I can do that.
* You don't live there...*
This music's pretty good. Who is this again?
Dinosaur Jr., one of the best bands
to come out of the '90s indie rock scene.
You mean they're really old.
Like you?
[ Laughs ] Wow, Dad.
You're not even cooking and you just got burned.
That hurt.
Rick: Drink slowly, boys and girls.
There's about a grand of Japan's finest in each of these glasses.
I still can't believe the distributor gifted us a bottle.
Well, we did get them their whiskey back,
and all things considered, I think we earned this drink.
-[ Chuckles ] -Hear, hear.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
[ Cellphone ringing ]
Oh, that is good.
I gotta take this.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
Hey, Dr. Santos, what's up?
Well, first of all, I'd like to apologize.
For what? Not ordering that autopsy right away.
It's a good thing you insisted on one.
Uh, guys.
Alright, thanks.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
What's up, TM?
Greene's autopsy results came in.
His blood alcohol level was zero.
And he had fresh water in his lungs.
That's weird for a guy who drowned in the Pacific.
That's because he didn't drown.
He was waterboarded.
Why would someone want to waterboarded Cap?
I don't know.
But his official cause of death was heart attack,
and he had a couple of broken ribs.
I've seen that before.
The heart attack is from the waterboarding,
and then when the torturers try to revive the subject,
they give him CPR, cracking the ribs in the process.
Well, whatever they were after, it seems they didn't get it.
Greene held out.
Thursday the 5th.
The date Cap's watch was set to?
What about it?
Thursday is the fourth day of the week, right?
And the fourth month of the year is April.
I think Greene was trying to tell us April 5th.
April 5, 2016.
The day we went into Chakari.
W-What happened in Chakari?
It was a covert op.
Me, TC, Magnum, Nuzo
were sent into a terrorist stronghold
to take out a high-value target named Ahmad Hadid.
I'm assuming you were successful?
Yeah. And Cap was one of the only people alive
that could ID the team members.
So it looks like whoever tortured Greene
wants revenge for that raid,
and he's willing to go to great lengths to get it.
Greene died protecting us.
It's because of him our identities are safe.
Yeah, but we have to assume that whoever killed Greene
is gonna keep after it until they figure out
who was on that op.
So it's only a matter of time
before we all have targets on our backs.
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