♪ So listen, baby, you electrify ♪
♪ Can I spark you up?
♪ Im a real live wire
♪
♪ One, two, three, go...
♪
MAGNUM:
I guess youre wondering why Im running
across the Hawaiian sand
instead of lying on it with an umbrella drink.
Kind of wondering that myself right now,
but, like my dad always said,
to reach a goal involves sacrifice,
and my goal right now is to complete an Ironman.
My father did a triathlon when I was a kid,
and to him it was an honest goal,
one he couldnt rely on others to achieve.
The Kona Ironman is in eight months,
and I plan on sacrificing enough sweat
to at least start it.
Finishing, well, thats another matter.
(Zeus and Apollo growling)
Higgins, what are you doing?
Training for the Ironman on Kona this fall.
Since when are you training for the Ironman?
Well, I heard you and Kumu talking about it,
and I thought it sounded like fun.
You know me, I always like a challenge.
Your shoes untied.
(laughs) Im not falling for that.
Oh, youre gonna fall, but it wont be because of me.
(phone ringing)
Thomas Magnum.
Yeah, I can be there in an hour. Okay.
(knocking on door)
MAGNUM:
Im coming.
You gave up. Never figured you for a sore loser.
You just cant stop gloating, can you?
I didn't give up. I got a call from a client.
Yes, I know, thats why Im here.
Theres a woman named Katya for you at the front gate.
I got an alert as I was coming off the beach.
But shes here early. Why didn't you just call me?
I tried. Apparently, you were busy, uh,
washing off the stink of defeat. Hmm.
Anyway, chop, chop, Magnum.
You don't want to lose this one, too.
Come on.
Right this way.
Go ahead and have a seat. Thank you.
So... (clears throat)
How can I help you, Ms. Kudjakova?
Katya, please.
Its, uh, its my older cousin Sergei.
We grew up in Russia together before my parents
and I moved to Ukraine. This is him.
No matter how far apart
we were, we always kept in touch.
He moved here last month,
but despite the time difference, we still talked
almost every day.
And then, last week, I couldnt get a hold of him.
His phone is no longer in service.
Hes not answering his e-mails.
I got worried something happened,
and I got on a plane.
Do you have reason to believe something happened to him,
or is it more of a gut feeling?
Sergei was an online journalist in Russia.
He wrote some articles that were critical of the government.
Made some people angry.
Hmm.
He fled the country before anybody
could harm him,
got as far away as he possibly could.
He thought he could keep a low profile here,
but now Im afraid someone might have tracked him down.
Did you contact the police?
Im coming to you instead.
Normally, in these kind of situations,
you file a missing persons report.
Is there a reason
why you don't want to do that?
Um...
This has to be discreet.
Sergei and I still have family in Russia,
and if anyone were to find out that Im here,
trying to help him, it could jeopardize their safety.
Mr. Magnum,
I don't know this island,
and my cousin could be in danger
or even worse.
I have no one else who could help me.
Please.
MAGNUM:
A missing journalist critical of a government
that doesn't like criticism.
Katyas right to be worried.
Well find him.
♪
MAGNUM:
In the military, the mindset of being the best
is drilled into your head from day one.
You may leave the military, but that never leaves you.
And as a private investigator, all cases matter,
but most of the time you end up
peeking through bedroom windows.
Not exactly life or death stakes.
Here, a mans life
could be in danger, and whether he lives or dies
could depend on how quickly I can find him.
(tires screech)
The military also teaches you a little something called
"situational awareness," being aware of whats around you
and what might pose a threat.
For instance, those two guys in the car back there,
who Im pretty sure have been following me.
Are they a threat? Maybe.
Thanks for coming. Its always easier
to get a favor when you know a guy.
Or in your case, when you know a guy who knows a guy.
I don't get it, though. The guy youre looking for--
hes trying to keep a low profile.
Why frequent the same restaurant?
One thing I know is, even if youre in hiding,
you always want to find a little bit of home.
Well, this would be the place.
Orel is the Russian restaurant on the island.
Were talking old-school authentic. Trust me.
You got to try the beef khashlama here.
Its borderline erotic.
Thats interesting. Uh, Im not hungry, though.
I am.
Alexi... (speaks Russian) Rick.
Hey.
(speaks Russian)
Hey, good to see you, too. This is my buddy
Thomas I was telling you about.
(speaks Russian)
Nice to meet you.
Hey, thank you for helping us out.
We really appreciate it.
Anything for a friend of Rick.
This is the guy Im looking for.
Ah, yes, I know him.
He comes in several times a week at least.
Always sits alone, always pays cash,
and, um, he always take food to go.
Hmm.
If he comes in again,
could you do me a favor, give me a call?
Of course.
(speaks Russian)
Thank you. Hey, thanks for helping me out, man.
No problem. Listen, Im gonna stick around
and get some grinds. You want to hang?
Nah, Im still training.
Didnt you get enough running when you were in uniform?
No, you know, its, its all about pushing yourself.
Pushing or punishing?
Pushing.
Enjoy your meat.
All right.
You heard the man. Khashlamas, and keep em coming.
(speaks Russian)
MAGNUM: Same guys.
Still not sure if they're a threat,
but they're definitely interested in me,
and because Im working a case,
Im thinking it could have something to do with that.
Hey, guys, hows it going?
(engine starts)
(tires screeching)
(horn honking)
You okay? Yeah.
Whatd you say to those guys? "Hi."
Mustve been the way you said it.
(horn honking)
Think these guys are after Sergei, too?
Seems like a solid bet.
Uh, they mustve gotten onto me by following Katya.
(siren wailing)
Well, that was fun while it lasted.
What are you doing? Why, why? Seriously?
If I pull over, were gonna lose them.
If you don't pull over, were going to jail.
Maybe not.
(tires screeching)
(horn honking)
What are they doing?
Get down.
(gunfire)
Hands! Let me see your hands!
How come every time I do you a favor,
it always ends up with me getting guns pointed at my face?
Im not gonna ask you again!
(door opens)
Katsumoto.
I was hoping theyd send you.
And I was hoping theyd hand you over to Five-O.
The people above my pay grade
seem to think its better if you stayed my problem.
Hey, we make a hell of a team.
Why don't you tell me about these guys you were chasing?
(sighs) I'll tell you the same thing I told the booking officers.
I have never seen these guys in my life.
I don't know who they are.
They tried to run me over,
and before that, they were following me.
And you didn't think to call HPD before you went after them?
Im more of a... do-it-yourself kind of guy.
Were you on a job when all this happened?
Yeah, it was a missing persons.
Uh, Im looking for a guy named Sergei.
He recently moved over here from Russia.
His family hasnt heard from him for a while.
Those two guys you chased,
you think they're looking for him, too?
I think its a strong possibility.
All right. Heres how this is gonna go.
Because I know you, and your story matches what Rick told me,
Im gonna let you out of here,
but theres something I want to make clear.
Im done bailing you out of jams.
Whatever good will credit youve built up with me,
youve spent it all.
Noted.
I also have one condition.
You see those two guys again, you call me.
Thats it.
I'll be sure to do that. Scouts honor.
Boy Scout, right.
Get the hell out here.
Thank you, Katsumoto.
Somebody call for a ride to the impound?
I swear, trouble follows you like toilet paper on a shoe.
Thats gross.
Its not my fault. Two guys tried to run me over.
Uh, personal responsibility.
Thomas, maybe you ought to look inward
and see what you did to provoke them.
You know, bro, one of these days,
the van youre gonna be riding in is gonna be one of those
blue ones with the grates on the window.
Youre talking about prison transportation?
(chuckles) On account of all that illegal stuff
youre always doing for your clients.
Hes right, TM, you better watch it, man.
And by the way,
I didn't roll on you,
under Katsumotos interrogation.
Really? Because he made it sound like,
(laughs): like you just folded.
Mm-hmm. RICK: All right, you know what?
Sure, I told him what happened today,
but, uh, I left out all the other stuff youve done.
Wh-What other stuff?
(chuckles): Really, Thomas?
Yeah.
Uh, lets see, uh... tampering with evidence?
Breaking and entering.
Lying to the cops.
Using your buddies as fake P.I.s.
TC (laughs): Oh, yeah.
Lets not forget that one.
Yeah, you know, this stuffs gonna come back
to bite you, bud.
TC: And I just pray
that I am not there when it does.
Eh, you guys worry too much.
HIGGINS: In you get.
Kumu, youre a saint.
Oh, the keikis at the childrens hospital
love these two. The way their faces
light up, I get more
out of these weekly visits than they do.
You should come sometime.
Oh, Id like that.
(whimpering)
Oh, my God.
What have you done to Mr. Masters Ferrari?
Police impound lots arent necessarily known
for their cleanliness.
I...
What on earth, Magnum?
Oh...
Really? A hose? Thats how youre gonna clean
a $350,000 automobile?
Im gonna get going.
HIGGINS: Oh...
What are you gonna use to dry it?
And what about the water marks?
(shuts water off)
Uh...
I'll dry em off. Happy?
I am.
Thanks, Kumu.
(chuckles)
Why was it even impounded in the first place?
Well, apparently, chasing two armed men
who try to run you over is no excuse
for breaking half a dozen traffic laws.
Someone tried to run you over?
Yeah, can you believe it?
I assume this has something to do with your case?
Yeah. My client hired me to find her cousin,
and it turns out Im not the only one looking for him.
Youre like a magnet for danger, Magnum.
Why is that?
Occupational hazard, I suppose.
Very well.
I'll leave you to it, Magic Mike.
(line rings)
(phone rings)
Hello.
Mr. Magnum, this is Alexi.
The man youre looking for, Sergei, hes here.
He is?
Yes, yes.
Positive. Thats him.
Okay, stall him. Im on my way.
Stall him.
Yeah, I can do that.
MAGNUM: Katya, its Thomas Magnum.
I found Sergei. Im going to get him now.
Meet us back at Robins Nest in an hour.
♪
Sorry.
Your food should be ready any minute now.
Its coming soon, I promise.
(door opens, bell jingles)
He just took off.
Where?
This way. Down the alley.
(phone dialing)
TC, you up in the air?
Yeah, why?
MAGNUM: I got a runner.
You mind dodging skyscrapers to track him down?
You cant be serious.
(sighs)
Sorry, boys.
Little detour.
TC,
you see him yet?
TC: All right, hang on.
I see a big guy running down an alley
toward the canal.
Make a right at the end of the street
and youll find a grassy path behind the building.
MAGNUM: On it.
Your boys headed south now.
Take your next right.
Copy.
Check your 12, Ironman, you almost got him.
He just went into that building.
TC: Thomas, he just ducked inside
an apartment complex on the corner.
Coming up on your right.
Thanks.
This is so going on Instagram.
(chuckles)
TC: Uh-oh.
Uh-oh what?
Okay, you got a problem.
You got two men on your tail.
Both of em packing heat.
Its got to be the same guys that tried to run me over.
I think they're after Sergei.
Well, Id say,
after firing on HPD, they're willing to go through anybody
who gets in their way.
I got news for you, homie, you in the damn way.
You got em, TC?
TC: I did.
Just lost em behind some trees.
MAGNUM:
Another mistake people on the run tend to make
is not getting creative enough with their cover.
John Black.
Yeah, thats original.
TC: Heads up, TM. Bad guys are back on your six.
MAGNUM:
I know, I should call Katsumoto.
But right now theres no time.
I really hope Im right about Sergei being John Black.
Easy, easy.
My name is Thomas Magnum.
Your cousin Katya hired me to find you.
Im here to help. Okay, listen,
we get to get out of here. Theres two guys
who Im pretty sure want you dead.
Im gonna take you to Katya,
but we have to leave now, okay?
Yeah. I just need to get one thing.
No, we don't have time! We got to...
(phone vibrates)
TC.
TC:
Hey, these guys are almost at the building.
You got to get out of there.
Okay.
(sighs) Are you kidding me?
This is everything I took from home. Its all I have left.
Whatever. Lets just go.
TC, what do you got?
You got two tangos coming up
on the Ewa side. Go now.
Okay. Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Move. Go.
Go, go.
Were good?
Yeah, you good, playboy.
(alarm beeping)
But Im running on fumes up here.
I got to bug out.
Copy that. Thanks.
(beeping)
Yes, can I help you?
Uh, yes, Im here to see Mr. Magnum?
I was told to wait.
One moment, please.
(sound of dogs barking)
Hey, Higgy, I meant to tell you, my client is coming.
Uh, could you let her into the guesthouse, please?
Magnum, listen to me.
Turn around and go straight to the police.
What? Why?
I ran your client through an old MI6 database.
Her real name is Inna Khamatov.
Shes ex-Russian FSB.
The real Katya Kudjakova
was killed in Finland three days ago.
No, no, not Katya.
Sorry. Sorry, Sergei.
Magnum.
Yeah.
Uh...
Were headed over to HPD now.
What about you? Are you gonna be okay?
I'll call HPD and get some cars sent to the house.
I'll stall Inna until they get here.
Okay. Be careful.
(tires screeching)
(clears throat)
Oh. Hello there.
Uh, would you just give me a moment?
I have to call the police.
Hmm.
I didn't think so.
(both grunting)
(screams)
(grunts)
(gunshot)
Back off.
Sweetheart, I got two dogs thatll tear you apart
if you don't do what I say.
You deaf?
(panting)
You and your cousin were close, werent you?
She was more like a sister.
Both of our parents have passed away.
Neither of us had siblings, so...
we were each others only family.
(sound of dogs barking)
(beep)
Higgins.
No. Not Higgins.
But don't worry.
Both her and your other friend...
are okay.
For now.
All right.
What do you want?
Sergei.
Here. One hour.
Understood?
I understand.
Get out.
Sergei. I cant let you take me to them.
Sergei, come on... No.
Let me come up with a plan. No. Go on.
Out.
Back away.
(sighs)
Sergei, please.
Theyre gonna kill my friends.
Im sorry.
But there is more at stake than you know.
(engine starts)
(tires screeching)
(beep)
(dialing)
♪
(sighs)
(car horn beeps)
He was headed north. Lets go.
(tires screeching)
MAGNUM: TC, any luck?
TC: Not yet.
Working a grid,
factoring in the direction he left,
average speed, all that,
still leaves a big margin of error.
I get it, just keep at it.
Were gonna stay in the direction Sergei was headed.
Just keep the line open.
TC: Aye, aye, skipper.
TCs right.
Oahu seems like a small island
until you try to find somebody on it.
Well, good news is, a 488 Spider in rosso corsa--
that, my friend, is hard to miss.
Even from a thousand feet up.
You know, people love
to tell me that that car is a liability as a P.I.,
but I think that in this case, its kind of an asset.
(dogs barking)
Excuse me, Im sorry to bother you, um...
but I could really use a trip to the loo.
I could use one, too.
Mm.
Neither one of you are going anywhere.
So, whats your story?
Are you MI6?
No, no Im just the majordomo of this estate.
And you learned advanced fighting techniques
at your local tae kwon do dojo?
I took a self-defense class.
Sure you did.
Come on, tell me.
What does it matter, anyway?
One way or another,
were never gonna see each other again.
I told you.
Im just the majordomo.
Now your turn.
Why do you want this man, Sergei, so badly?
Thomas, I got him.
(beep)
Oh, TC, I love you, man.
All right, stay close. I got you on GPS.
(car horns blaring)
TC: Youre about two miles behind him.
(horn honks)
(siren wailing)
RICK: We got company... again.
TC: Thats it, youre gaining on him.
There he is.
Sergei just turned onto Puuloa Road.
Roger that. Just stay on him.
Uh, Thomas, this road trips about to come to an end.
OFFICER (over P.A.): Pull your vehicle to the side of the road.
Driver, pull your vehicle over now.
I give it five more minutes before they put out road spikes.
And, you know, these tires, they are $800 a pop.
What are you gonna do?
Were you even listening at all?
I said call me before
you got in trouble,
not when youre being chased by HPD.
I know, I know.
I told you, Im done helping you.
Look, I know
youve gotten me out of a couple of tight spots
and maybe looked the other way a couple of times...
Hold up. "A couple"?
"Maybe"?
Okay, a lot and, and often.
But Im, Im asking you one more time,
just please trust me. Call them off.
You chasing those guys who tried to run you over?
Im, Im chasing the guy I was looking for.
Wait, let me get this straight.
This guy youre after, you found him?
Only now hes running from you?
Look, its a long story, one Id love to tell you
all about once this thing is over,
but please trust me on this one.
Call HPD off.
Do you have any idea what youre asking here?
I mean, any concept at all?
No, I-I do, and, you know, honestly,
I hate myself for putting
one of my closest friends in this position.
Im sorry, close friend? You serious?
You know full well were not even remotely friends.
So just stop.
Okay.
Well, I guess I misunderstood the relationship.
Im hanging up now. Good luck with HPD.
Katsumoto, no, wait.
Please, please. Look, I...
Im sorry, all right,
for all the times youve bailed me out,
and I-I don't think Ive ever said that.
And, well, thank you.
I don't think Ive ever said that, either.
Look, Katsumoto, youre a good man.
You know?
Why do I get the feeling youre playing me?
Look, I wouldnt trust me either, but, please,
Im gonna ask anyway.
Call em off.
(beep)
(sirens wailing)
(sirens die down)
Theyre backing off.
Are you kidding me?
(laughing) They are? Theyre really backing off?
(sighs) Wow, okay.
Well, I guess its time to find Sergei.
TC: Right on top of him, boys.
(car horn honking, tires screeching)
H-Hang on, you really don't want to do that, pal.
Your turn, get out, give it.
Come on. Now, Sergei.
Its time to come clean, and I mean everything.
Theres no way somebodys gonna go through all that trouble
on foreign soil for some small-time journalist.
Youre right.
Its not me they want.
Then what do they want?
RICK: All right.
I'll bite.
Whats in the suitcase?
A SADM device.
A suitcase nuke?
A prototype, yes.
No, thats not possible.
The U.S. and Russia have been trying to build
something like this for years without success.
Until now.
(suitcase lock clicks)
Oh, all right.
Well, I don't know what a suitcase nuke looks like,
but I bet it looks like that.
♪
Well, obviously, youre not a journalist.
So who are you?
I was a scientist.
In Russias nuclear program.
For the past five years,
this device is all I worked on.
But I wanted out.
Only I couldnt leave something like this behind.
So I took it with me to keep it safe.
Safe? Youve been hiding this in your closet
ever since you got here.
I was working on a way to properly dispose of it.
Why not give it to the proper authorities?
So the wrong people don't get their hands on it.
Because no one should have something like this.
Katya understood that.
She helped me to smuggle it out of the country.
And now shes dead because of this.
I had a plan.
I wanted to take this radioactive material
to Kahoolawe.
A bomb testing site.
Its uninhabited.
75% of the island still has unexploded ordnance.
You were gonna bury it there.
Yes, after having dismantled it.
But to do that, it takes time and the proper equipment.
Its complicated.
The bottom line is, this device...
has an explosive yield
equivalent to 1,000 tons of TNT.
I understand your friends are in danger,
but you cannot hand it over in exchange for them.
Hey, do me a favor: don't touch anything.
How much time do we have left?
Not enough time to make a real plan.
I guess were gonna have to wing it.
Wing it? Yeah. Wing it.
Im not comfortable using the words "wing it"
when dealing with a nuclear device.
Ah-- we-we don't have a choice.
Make a plan.
All right. Were gonna wing it.
Were gonna wing it.
(engine revs, tires screech)
Thats Magnum.
(gun cocks)
Where is Sergei?
I know what you guys are after.
Relax.
Hey-hey.
Easy.
(speaks Russian)
(Zeus and Apollo growling)
(barking)
(shouting)
(barking in distance)
(door opens)
(gasps)
Whoa! Oh, its me. You guys okay?
Where are the other two?
Neutralized.
And the man they were after?
Hes safe.
Besides, they werent after him.
They were after something he had.
HIGGINS: What?
(grunts) Mahalo, Thomas.
A SADM device.
A SADM device?
What, do you mean to say that you brought
a functioning nuclear weapon onto Robin Masters estate?
What was I supposed to do? I wasnt gonna let em hurt you guys.
Besides, looks like everything worked out.
What if it didn't?
Well, Ricks up in TCs chopper
with a sniper rifle, and HPDs sitting right outside the gate.
Might want to call the dogs off before you let em in.
HIGGINS: You wanted to know
who I am?
Im the woman youre going to be thinking about
while you spend the rest of your life in prison.
(sighs)
(siren wails)
(helicopter blades whirring)
What were they gonna do with that nuke, anyway?
Probably sell it to a terror cell, would be my guess.
One thing I don't get.
What would you have done if that little
"release the hounds" routine didn't work out?
He makes a good point. The dogs could have
just as easily gone after you.
I just needed a distraction.
You know, sure, they don't like me,
but they're trained to neutralize a threat.
Right?
(laughter)
Oh, I guess it couldve really gone bad, though.
(whines)
Come along, lads. Extra treats today.
Called in the pros to make sure
that suitcase gets properly disposed of.
But lets say, from now on,
you stick to going after missing cats instead of missing nukes.
I don't choose my clients. They choose me.
Well, then, you should do a better job screening them.
(chuckles): Agreed.
Hey, thanks for trusting me.
Dont get used to it. Today was a one-off.
MAGNUM: Yeah.
Im winning him over.
(sighs) Im sorry.
Well, lets just hope that your government
has the wisdom not to use it.
Yeah. You all right?
Im not sure.
I always thought one day Id go home.
But Katya was my only family.
I really don't have anything to return to.
I guess...
Hawaiis my new home.
You know, a really good friend of mine told me
that the beef khashlama at Orel
is just insanely good.
(laughs softly) Your friend is right.
Ive never tried it before, but, I don't know,
maybe we could get together next week, grab some lunch.
I could give it a shot.
Id like that.
Me, too.
Oh. Hi.
Chef said you wanted to see me?
Yes, thanks. Um,
I, I just wanted to check youre okay.
Im fine. Why?
Well, I suppose because the first time
I went through an ordeal like the one the other day, um...
Must be old hat to you by now.
Maybe, but Ill never forget the first time
someone pulled a gun on me.
It was in Kiev.
My second assignment for MI6.
It was terrifying.
He had this, uh,
cheap revolver pointed right in my face.
I remember being able to see
directly down the barrel of the gun.
What happened?
Oh, thats not important.
What is important is, um,
what happened after that, once I got home.
You broke down?
Quite the opposite. I buried it.
So deep.
I tried to forget that it had ever happened.
Which is the absolute worst thing
I could have done, of course.
Just cause you bury something doesn't mean its gone.
Very true.
Anyway, my point is that if you ever want to talk about it,
Im here, any time.
Thats very human of you.
I know I can, uh, sometimes come across rather cold.
Oh, Im sorry. I didn't mean...
No, no.
No, its okay. Its okay.
(laughs softly)
God knows, the accent doesn't help.
Truth is, its been an easy way for me
to keep people at an arms length.
But Im trying to do that... less.
I think people can pretty much do anything,
with a little practice.
Me, too.
Anyway, I appreciate the offer.
Hopefully, I don't have to take you up on it.
Me, too. Hopefully not.
Well, I have to get back.
All right.
Enjoy your run.
Thanks. Hmm.
Thank you, Juliet, for everything.
Youre welcome.
(laughs softly)
MAGNUM: Turns out, my dad was right.
Reaching goals does require sacrifice,
but so does doing something for the greater good.
Sergei and his cousin were ordinary people
who made extraordinary sacrifices
in order to do the right thing.
And no one outside of a few people will ever really know.
As sacrifices go, they don't get more noble than that.
(Zeus and Apollo barking)
Rematch, Magnum?
Rematch? Weve never officially raced.
Oh, yeah, thats right. You quit.
(panting): Here.
You ever think that, I don't know, maybe racing is more about
pushing yourself and less about beating somebody else?
No, I don't, and neither do you.
We both know that the whole point
of competing is to try and win.
Hmm. Intriguing prospect.
You want to make this run a little more fun?
How about we race to that lifeguard tower over there?
Okay. Sounds good.
Whats in it for the winner?
Bragging rights.
I already have those
from our last race.
Whatever.
Just name your stakes.
Okay. If I win,
you cannot ask a single favor of me for an entire month.
Four weeks?
Yes, that constitutes a month, Magnum.
I'll do two weeks.
Ah, youre that certain youre gonna lose?
(laughs): No, Im gonna win.
Right.
Four weeks, then.
Yeah.
Okay.
All right.
On one.
Ready.
Three...
...two...
Cheater!
Sore loser!
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