Being a private investigator in Hawaii certainly has its perks.
Amazing weather, beautiful people, the opportunity to help those in need.
The only downside is that, sometimes, the clients who need the most help can't afford to pay you.
At least in cash anyway.
I know bartering for your services isn't the steadiest source of income, but I wouldn't trade this job for anything else in the world.
Looks like we're making pretty good progress here.
Morning, boys.
Oh, hell no.
We agreed to help put together your barbecue.
You ain't say nothing about slaughtering no damn chickens.
Relax, we're not gonna k*ll Beaker and Chick Norris.
This is just my payment for the Kawailoa job.
Curious, do you even take cash anymore?
Yeah, it has been a while. But, you know, I get some cool stuff sometimes.
Like, uh, chickens you won't eat.
No, like this grill. By the way, how's it going?
Uh, we're in the pre-prep stages.
Pre-prep stages... It's been, like, an hour.
Yeah, but what did we always say back in the m*llitary?
Always carry toilet paper. No.
I mean, we-we did say that, but we also said that slow is smooth, smooth is fast. Mm.
Just want to make sure we get it done right.
What's that?
I have no idea.
Wait a minute. That's four words that the head of security here should never say.
I'll be right back.
You know what, 20 bucks says he planned that just to get out of helping us.
Head of security.
Thomas, don't look. It's for your own good.
Don't look at what?
What's going on?
Uh, how did the tow truck get ahold of the Ferrari?
It was simple, really, they just fit brackets to the wheels so that the towing mechanism can safely lift the car onto the back of the truck.
What'd you think? They yank it up with a big hook like in the cartoons?
No, I mean, like, why did they tow it away?
Well, that's also simple.
After you damaged the Ferrari, the check that you cut for the repairs bounced.
So the Ferrari's gonna remain repossessed until you can pay the debt.
Well, clearly I just needed a little more time.
Why didn't you cover me?
I think he's missing the point here, Kumu.
Look, all you had to do was not open the gate and let the tow truck in, right? Kumu?
I'm staying out of this. Think of me as Hawaiian Switzerland.
The Ferrari is Robin's property.
Your job is to literally look after his property.
With the exception of the Ferrari, which he entrusted to you, making it your responsibility.
Oh, okay, I get it.
This is some, I don't know, bizarro twisted way of teaching me a lesson.
A lesson in responsibility that is well-deserved and long overdue.
I mean, now you have to tell Robin about why he's got one less Ferrari.
You know, you're treating me like I'm 12 years old.
I would never.
I mean, you have nowhere near the maturity of a 12-year-old.
She's just doing this to mess with me.
That's not true.
Part of my job as majordomo of this estate is keeping the employees at Robin's Nest accountable. I'm just doing my job.
Then why are you smiling?
I'm not smiling. Am I smiling? You're smiling.
Oh, maybe I just... enjoy my job.
Well, that's great. Uh, in the meantime, I have a big client on the other side of the island which I have no way of getting to now.
Well, you know, you could always just...
Do not say Uber. Walk.
Thomas, you're welcome to borrow my ride.
I know this looks like a big downgrade, but Kumu's Vespa gets 70 miles per gallon.
Not a bad perk for someone whose bank account has three digits, which is why the Ferrari got repossessed.
But given the averages, my magic number is 14.
That's how many cases I need to solve to get the Ferrari back, assuming I get paid in cash and not chickens.
Ah, you got to be kidding me.
Great to see you, too, Luther.
No, seriously, you got some nerve.
You know this is my thing.
Are you really trying to claim Hawaiian shirts are your thing?
Within the industry, yeah.
Look, everyone knows I'm the P.I. who wears Hawaiian shirts.
I'll try to remember that.
The only silver lining here is I'm way better looking than you.
"Who wore it better?" This guy.
Cute shirts.
You guys plan this? He wishes.
Oh, uh, Willa, this is Thomas Magnum, my old poker buddy.
Thomas, this is my intern Willa.
She's a family friend, so hands off.
Uh, it's nice to meet you, Thomas. Good to meet you.
Uh, I'm really more of a-an apprentice than an intern.
Just learning the ropes.
Honestly, there's really nobody better to learn from, in terms of what not to do, than this guy.
Okay, break it up, you two.
This whole thing, seriously.
O-Okay, so, I'm confused.
Are you both here for the same job?
Well, uh, it looks like we all are. It's kind of a cattle call.
What-What's a cattle call?
Well, it's basically when a... Magnum.
Please. Seriously, she's my student.
Okay, when cases are urgent, clients sometimes hire more than one P.I. to make sure the job gets done.
So, it's actually pretty common.
Yeah, but I've never seen anything like this.
True.
Shane.
What up, dawg?
Hey, guys. Nice shirt, Magnum.
Thanks, bud. Hey...
Are you kidding me? Excuse me.
If I could have your attention.
I'm Travis Leet.
Thank you all for coming in today.
If you're in this room, it's because you're one of the top bounty hunters or private investigators on the island.
Well, Thomas Magnum's here, too.
Just...
Tough crowd. Your job is to track down a man named Skip Jenkins.
These dossiers have everything you need to know about him.
He skipped bail, and I have 24 hours to bring him in.
Uh, wait, so, a guy named Skip skipped bail?
Really?
My joke was way funnier than that.
Unfortunately, this is no laughing matter.
Skip is accused of k*lling a 60-year-old nonprofit worker named Barry Howl.
And if I don't bring him in, I'm on the hook for his entire bail, $1.4 million.
So, what's the bounty?
$200,000.
However, since I only have 24 hours, I need you to be extra motivated.
All of you here won't be getting that reward money.
So what does that mean?
It means whoever bring Skips in first is the only one that gets paid.
It's winner take all.
Remember my magic number?
How many cases I need to solve to get the Ferrari back?
Well, it just went from 14 down to one.
Higgins? Higgins?
Oh, there you are.
How long are you gonna be using your computer?
Oh, uh, a minute, an hour, a week.
That's the joy of purchasing things with your own money, Thomas.
You can use them as long as you like.
Well, it's just that I have a-a big case.
You say every case is a big case. Yeah, I do, but this one is really big.
I'll be able to get the Ferrari back and then some.
Really?
Yeah. It's, uh, it's an open job, so winner takes all.
So it's not guaranteed?
No, I'm sorry, Magnum.
You can use someone else's computer.
No, I can't. Uh, look, normally I'd storm out of here right about now and figure something else out, but I'm trying to track down a guy accused of k*lling a nonprofit worker.
I heard about that on the news.
Barry Howl. Yeah.
The suspect's a guy who worked next door to him, Skip.
And apparently, they've been in altercations before.
Well, that's hardly enough reason to accuse someone of m*rder. I mean, you and I have had several altercations today alone.
Yes, but somebody dropping off donations saw Skip standing over Barry's body, covered in blood.
Any idea where he went?
Well, after he skipped bail, uh, witnesses saw him at Barry's apartment, which is where all the other private investigators and bounty hunters are headed right now.
So why aren't you?
Well, I think whatever Skip was after is-is not there anymore.
So instead of trailing him, I want to figure out why he k*lled Barry and what he might've been after.
What's this got to do with my computer?
The victim has only one relative, a son who's serving in Afghanistan right now that nobody's been able to contact.
Let me guess. You can.
Yes. Called in a favor from an old m*llitary buddy, and he's gonna be able to patch us through.
The problem is he's in the middle of a mission right now.
That's why you need my computer.
You need an encrypted connection.
Very well.
You have permission to give the man my number.
I maybe already have.
You are utterly detestable.
Y-You're making a soldier wait.
Fine.
Thank you.
Mr. Magnum, sir.
Staff Sergeant Howl.
First of all, I want to offer my deepest condolences.
Thank you, sir.
You must have some friends in high places to make this commo sh*t happen.
Yeah, I have a few.
How you holding up?
If I can be honest... it's been hard.
All I can do is suck it up.
I understand. Unfortunately.
I know what it's like to lose a parent while serving overseas.
I'm sorry to hear that, sir. Yeah, it was a... it was some time ago.
So, um... when are you coming back home?
I'm the company's forward observer, so I don't want to leave until my replacement gets here.
Anyway, how can I help?
Well, the guy I'm looking for, Skip Jenkins... did your father ever mention him?
No, sir. First time I heard his name was in the report.
He was last seen at your father's apartment after he skipped bail. Can you think of any reason why he would've gone there?
Anything he might've been looking for?
I can't.
But my dad's lived in quite a few places over the years, and he keeps a lot of stuff in a storage unit.
I can send you the details if that'd be helpful.
Uh, yes. Very much so. That'd be great.
Sergeant, we got to go.
Let's roll.
Sorry, sir, but I should head out.
Understood.
Mr. Magnum, sir, my father was a good man.
A-All he ever wanted to do was to serve others, and he's the reason I'm doing the same.
I want to help, but I'm needed here.
Promise me you'll do whatever you can to get the guy who did this to him.
Sergeant? I give you my word.
Thank you, sir.
You go from a red Ferrari to a turquoise Vespa?
You realize P.I.s are supposed to be inconspicuous, right?
I take what I can get.
Not me.
My Honda Accord was voted most boring car by at least four different websites.
If you didn't notice, he's proud of that fact.
How old is that thing anyway?
That's the point. You don't know.
It's practically invisible to the naked eye.
Okay. How'd you guys get here?
Oh, Luther had me put a tracker on your scooter.
P.I. 101.
As soon as we saw you headed somewhere other than Barry's apartment, we followed you here.
Slick.
Uh, you know, other P.I.s and bounty hunters are forming teams.
Yeah, it's practically Survivor out there.
Yeah, I'll be all right. I got my friends.
Who? Rick and TC? P.I.s are supposed to be loners, Magnum.
Eh, you got Willa.
Willa's not a friend, she's a protégé. No offense.
None taken. You hear that, Willa?
Luther's idea of a private investigator is somebody who's got no friends and drives a boring car.
Noted.
I think I might have something.
Oh.
Looks old.
Might be his previous laptop.
Uh...
You see the little icon right there?
I think it might be connected to Barry's cloud.
Ah, that's huge. We'd have access to his e-mails, texts, photos.
Maybe find out what Skip was after.
It's almost out of juice.
Does anyone see a power cord anywhere?
On it. There's got to be one somewhere around here... Where are you?
Ah...
Found it.
Don't do it.
Willa, what are you thinking?
I'm thinking, for 200 grand, it's time the student became the master.
No! Willa! Willa!
Willa! Willa!
No hard feelings, boys.
Should I even ask how you two got into this predicament?
Well, long story short, Luther's kind of a terrible mentor.
I'm disappointed in Willa, but oddly... also kind of proud.
Yeah, we got to ping her cell phone, see if we can get that laptop back.
Higgins, could you...? Happy to help.
Wow. That was easier than I thought.
It's almost like you actually care.
I care about Sergeant Howl, Magnum, not about you.
Uh, whatever works. Look, find Willa's location, then send Rick and TC to get the laptop back. And you?
I'm gonna head to the nonprofit, see if I can get something from Barry's coworkers or maybe his work computer.
Luther, will you send me Willa's info so that I can ping her?
Sure, if you can drop me off at the rental car place in town.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm going in the, uh... the opposite direction, but Magnum could give you a lift on his way to the nonprofit.
Right?
Love to.
Come on, Luther.
I don't think she's going in the opposite direction.
I don't think so, either.
I honestly think she likes me, but is afraid of getting her heart broken. Yeah, that's it.
Okay, here we go. You know, Luther, you really don't have to hold that tight.
Get over yourself, Magnum. Safety first.
Seriously, Luther, I need to breathe.
Hi.
Welcome to Earthbound International of Hawaii.
Hi, um...
I just had a few questions about Barry Howl.
I'm a private investigator.
Oh, of... course.
Let me get Todd.
He's the manager and can help you out. Great.
Okay.
Hi. Todd Reeves.
Thomas Magnum.
You got some questions about Barry. How can I help?
Yeah, I know this is kind of an odd question, but would it be possible to see his work computer?
Yeah, that's not possible, actually.
Uh, once this became a m*rder investigation, HPD took it away.
Could show you his workspace, though.
Yeah, that-that'd be great.
Okay.
You know, Barry wasn't just a great employee.
He was a great guy.
Everyone here is pretty torn up about it.
Here we are.
There's not much left.
Hmm.
"Championship" is spelled wrong.
Yeah, uh, a large batch had misprints.
Happens a lot, so we get the rejects so we can donate them to people in need.
This was Barry's last project.
Hmm.
And what about the guy who worked next door?
Skip?
Yeah, I heard they got into some kind of altercation.
You have any idea what that was about?
I do. Uh, sometimes our trucks block Skip's parking lot, and he wasn't too happy about it.
We actually caught a few of their fights on camera.
Would I be able to see the footage?
HPD took that, too.
I'm sorry I can't help.
No, it's... it's all right.
I actually think I might know somebody who can.
Though, uh, appreciate it, though. Thank you.
No, thank you.
Detective, the mayor is on line two.
For who?
You. He said it was urgent.
Hello?
Katsumoto.
I should've known.
I'm sorry, man. I... I really needed to talk to you, and I didn't want you screening my call.
What do you want, Magnum?
Well, I am, uh, working on a case...
You're tracking down Skip Jenkins.
How'd you know?
Because every P.I. and bounty hunter in town is tracking down Skip Jenkins.
Eh, come on, admit it.
Out of all the private investigators on the island, I think you hate me the least.
It's debatable.
Look, I need to see the evidence you took from Earthbound International.
You could supervise me, of course.
It's out of the question.
This is a m*rder investigation.
Look, I'm trying to help you bring in your main suspect.
I mean, help me help you.
You mean, help you help you.
Well, I guess, if by helping me, helps you, it's kind of helping me. Uh, uh, whatever.
Can you just make sure you look at the records and the video yourself?
You mean, do my job?
Yeah, and if anything stands out, just, you know, let me know.
Good bye, Manum.
Seriously? Come on!
Come on? This wasn't my fault.
Are-are you kidding me?
You got to watch where you're going!
Me? You're the one who slammed on the brakes.
Well, you're the rear vehicle.
Look at my bumper.
It looks fine to me.
I can't believe this, man.
You know what?
I guess it's just a scratch.
Don't even worry about it.
Uh, great. Thanks.
Sorry... about that.
Mahalo! Hey!
So what is on this laptop, exactly?
I don't know.
You had TC get into an accident for no reason at all?
No, it's connected to Barry's cloud.
I want to see what his recent activity was before he was m*rder*d.
Why didn't you just say that?
It looks like the last thing Barry uploaded was a photo from his cell phone.
I can't make out the warehouse, or where it was taken from.
Was it geotagged?
Yes, but he deleted the Exif data.
English, please? It'll take a minute.
Um... by the way, I had no idea that you lost a parent while you were in the m*llitary.
I'm... I'm really sorry.
Thanks.
It was my mom.
That must've been hard.
I know it was a long time ago, but if you ever want to talk about it...
Yeah.
Okay, got it.
Barry took the photo from a motel in Kunia.
Oh, that's interesting.
What is? One of Barry's other devices accessed the photo through the cloud after he was k*lled.
Skip must have found one of Barry's devices at his apartment.
Mm-hmm. He must still be after whatever it is he k*lled Barry for.
I'm gonna go check out the motel.
Oh, Thomas, uh, just so you know, the 488 is on its way here as we speak.
Are you serious?
Yes. You're chasing after an accused k*ller.
I can't have you putzing around on a scooter.
Thank you. So-so, you paid my debt?
No, I didn't.
It's a loan, which I expect to be repaid in full with interest.
In the meantime...
...take the black one.
Are you kidding me?
Thanks. I owe you one. One? More like 600.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm thankful for Kumu's scooter, and its amazing gas mileage, but if I'm right, and there's a chance Skip is at this motel, I'd rather get there in ten minutes than 30.
Have you seen this guy?
Yeah, he's in 212. Right up there.
Sometimes being a private investigator means playing a character.
A handyman, a custodian, someone who can blend in so you don't scare the skip away.
But sometimes scaring the skip is exactly what you want to do.
Skip Jenkins? HPD. Can we talk?
Hey, Skip. Come here.
Come on...
You got to believe me, man. I didn't k*ll him.
That's for the courts to decide.
Are you kidding me? You know how guilty I look?
Yeah, I do, actually.
You were found standing over his body covered in blood.
That's because he was still alive when I found him.
What about your previous altercations?
Yeah, okay, we got into it in the past, but it was never anything personal.
When I found him in the alley, I wanted to save his life.
All right? Tri-Tried to stop the bleeding, okay, but it was too late.
You went back to Barry's apartment.
Why?
I went there to find out who actually k*lled Barry.
Think about it.
Why would I risk being caught by going back to his house?
The only reason I ran was to prove my innocence.
And that's also why you came out here?
Yes. Staking out that warehouse across the street was the last thing Barry did before he was k*lled.
I have a pretty good track record following my gut, and right now, my gut says Skip could be telling the truth.
Look, I know it's your job to bring me in, but if you care about who really k*lled Barry, I think the answer's in that warehouse.
I know this job came from a bail bondsman, but the second I made a promise to Sergeant Howl, he became my client.
My promise to him wasn't to bring Skip in for a big reward.
It was to get justice for his dad.
Okay, let's go find out who the real k*ller is.
I've been here most of the days coping it out.
The main thing I saw was a few trucks going in and out.
Did you get a look at any of the drivers?
See what they were carrying? No.
But that's the old Kula chocolate factory, and it's been shut down for years.
It's abandoned, so those trucks have no reason to be there.
I got to go check it out.
What about me?
Well...
Ow!
Beaker, be gentle, not so rough.
You are developing an unhealthy relationship with poultry.
You know, it's a little-known fact, most chickens have the IQ of a 13-year-old human child.
That's not even close to being true.
Oh, come on, man. You're just jealous
'cause I'm making some new friends.
Yeah, you got me.
I'm threatened by a couple of dumb birds.
You know what? Beaker, Chick Norris and I are gonna pretend you didn't say that, because you've been displaying such mad skills putting that thing together.
Speaking of mad skills... done.
You ready to fire this thing up?
Wait, wait, wait.
What are you doing?
Oh, I don't want them to watch.
You see, uh, they're chickens, and that's a grill.
That's basically like an electric chair to them.
You got issues.
Drums, please.
You know, I'm gonna go ahead and take back that mad skills thing I said earlier. You suck.
Hey. Hey.
Where you guys at? Where are we at on the island, or where are we at putting your grill together for you without you helping at all?
Okay, I get it. You're at my place.
Yeah. Why?
Well, I need help, but I'm in Kunia.
Okay, well, we could head out there right now, but if it's urgent, I'd call somebody who lives out there.
Hmm.
Wow. This place is a dump.
Congrats on getting your own apartment, Magnum.
Now why am I here?
Well, see for yourself.
You got Skip? When?
How?!
Look, that's not important. What is important is, I don't think he's the k*ller.
Is that what he told you?
Magnum, every skip trace says they're innocent.
I can't believe you fell for the oldest trick in the book.
Yeah, but the last thing Barry did was went across the street and checked out that warehouse.
I think that's what got him k*lled.
I'm telling you, something shady's going on in there.
Okay, his lips are moving, but all I see are dollar signs coming out of his mouth.
Does he know how much money he's worth?
This isn't about money. Then what is it about?
Why am I here? I just don't know what's going on, okay? That's why I texted you, because I needed somebody I can trust to watch Skip while I go across the street and check the warehouse out.
Or you texted me because I live closer to this dump than Rick or TC.
Yeah, yeah, that, too.
Magnum, seriously, you are running out of time.
If you want the cash, you need to turn Skip in now.
Well, you're right about me running out of time.
How about this?
If you give me time to catch the real k*ller, you can keep the reward money.
Wha...?
All of it?
All the money.
Okay, what's the catch?
Uh, I have my reasons, okay?
All you got to worry about is sitting back, relaxing and watching some free cable.
This is gonna be the easiest money you will ever make.
Come on, what do you say? Deal?
I'm suspicious, but I'm not an idiot.
Of course I'll take the deal.
Of course you're gonna take the deal.
I'll see you in a little bit.
So, Skippy, my man, you play w*r?
Can you untie me?
No.
But don't sweat it.
I'll deal.
I know it doesn't seem fair to give Luther the reward for babysitting Skip, but being a private investigator isn't about getting what's fair. It's about getting the job done.
And opening and closing doors as quietly as you can.
Now, I've seen contraband smuggled around in everything from coffee grinds to dead fish.
And if Skip's right, and Barry was m*rder*d over this, my guess is it was for something other than pro surfing reject shirts.
Something like a crate full of dr*gs.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking.
This was a bad idea.
And you know what?
You're right.
Yes?
Hey, Higgy, uh, can you do me a favor and track someone down?
Again? Who is it this time?
Me.
Thomas, what have you gotten yourself into?
A crate with about 200 pounds of cocaine.
You're joking.
No, unfortunately not.
Look, I got Katsumoto on the other line.
Can you grab Rick and TC and head down to wherever I'm going?
And it might get dangerous, so come prepared.
Hey. You find anything?
Not on the surveillance cameras, but I did find something else.
Turns out, dozens of calls were made to the nonprofit by Travis Leet.
The bail bondsman? He's probably just following up on Barry's m*rder.
No.
There were several calls made up to... four months before Barry was even m*rder*d.
So, the guy who hired us to track Skip is somehow involved in this.
Yeah, but we don't know with who or even why.
Oh, I do. dr*gs.
How do you know that?
I'll fill you in later, but right now...
I got to get off the phone.
Magnum... where are you?
Well, that's the problem.
I don't know.
Hey, guys.
I'm sorry. The bus was late.
I figured it'd be cool if I hitched a ride.
Hey, I don't know if you know this, but there is... there's a bunch of dr*gs under these T-shirts.
You don't say.
Yeah.
Wow, is that a...
Is that a fully-loaded SRT Hellcat?
That is a really nice car for a nonprofit worker.
Thanks.
Yeah, did you... did you save up for that bad boy, or you pay for it in cash with that drug money?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Really? 'Cause from where I'm standing, looks like you're moving dr*gs under the radar using the nonprofit's shipping center.
That's a wild theory.
I got more.
I'm thinking that Barry found out about your little operation, and that's why you k*lled him.
And-and these guys probably had nothing to do with it, and are as shocked as I am.
But you, my friend, that is no bueno.
I mean, that is super illegal.
It's not illegal if there's no witnesses.
Well, what do you think these guys are?
You guys see anything?
Nope.
I only see a guy who broke into our warehouse and got himself sh*t.
Nah, you can't do that.
No? No.
Why?
Well, I-I'll tell you why, because the, uh... the framing of this building is clearly steel.
I mean... So what's your point?
Well, uh, my point is-is this, and it's a really good point.
I'm only gonna say it once, so make sure you guys listen.
My point is... you're screwed.
He's getting away!
Move over.
What took you so long?
I think you meant to say, "Thank you for saving my life."
Thank you for saving my life.
So, what did you discover?
Barry was actually k*lled by Sam, his coworker at the nonprofit.
I assume that's who we're chasing now?
Yeah. Oh, and by the way, thanks for getting my car back for me. It's not your car.
It's Robin's. Is it that hard for you to just accept the compliment?
Not a good time, Luther.
Magnum, where are you?
Chasing Barry's k*ller.
Hey, stay put, and don't let Skip out of your sight.
And Travis was in on it, too.
Well, then we have a problem.
Willa swung by with some muscle, a few of the other P.I.s, and they took Skip.
What?
I taught her how to track people, and she flipped the script and tracked me.
I'm so sorry, Magnum.
I'll call you later.
So Barry's coworker and a bail bondsman were in on it together? Yeah.
Barry found out they were using the nonprofit to move dr*gs, so when Skip was falsely accused, and started digging around...
Paying his bail was the only way that Travis could get to Skip to k*ll him before he exposed the operation. Yeah, but when he jumped bail, he ruined their plan.
So if Willa has Skip now...
She's delivering him straight to the guy who wants to k*ll him.
Hey, what's up?
Hey, I need you guys to head to Clear Skies Bail Bonds.
While you chase down the Hellcat?
How come you always get to take down the bad guy?
Well, that's actually why I'm calling.
You guys might be able to get one, too, this time.
Hey, guys. How's the bumper?
Where's Skip? Too late. Just turned him in.
Oh, good job... he's innocent, and you just turned him in to the guy who wants him dead.
Yeah, right.
Whoa, hey, hey there. You planning on painting the place?
Throw some eggshell white on the walls, brighten up the room.
Don't take another step.
Hey, hey. Take it easy, pal.
You're not gonna sh**t. There's no way you k*ll me before I k*ll him. Oh, damn, I wish you didn't do that.
Do what? Challenge my boy.
Did he throw down the gauntlet? I think he threw down the gauntlet.
See, what you don't know about Rick here is he was the most feared scout sn*per in the sandbox.
Once you tagged a guy from what, 21?
2,200.
2,200 meters in the middle of a storm.
This is a dare.
It's not a dare.
But I got my finger on the trigger.
I swear to God if you take one more step, I'll k*ll him.
Not if he sh**t you in the medulla oblongata.
The what? It's in the brainstem.
She's right.
If he hits you there, it'll short-circuit your nervous system... you won't be able to pull the trigger.
Yeah, but it's, like, a square-inch target. Tough sh*t.
Eh, he's only a couple meters away.
I can hit a square inch from a hundred.
With a sn*per r*fle, not with a handgun.
How much you want to bet?
Come on! Come on!
Okay, that was fun. Was that fun?
Did you have fun?
Magnum, the fuel light. We're on empty.
Now might not be the best time to stop for gas.
My point is that if this chase goes on too much longer, he's definitely gonna get away.
Okay, I've got an idea.
To do what? PIT maneuver. I'm just gonna give him a little love tap.
Need I remind you, you still owe me for repairs to the car.
Please do not damage it again.
It'll be fine.
You're literally gonna hit another car.
It's all about technique. I just give him a little tap, he'll spin out... there won't be damage to either car.
No damage to either car?
One out of two ain't bad.
You kept your promise.
I hope that makes up for the fact there's no reward.
Absolutely.
Maybe now he'll be able to get a little more closure.
Yeah. I think so.
You know, my, um...
...my mom passed away when I was in Afghanistan.
She had been... sick for a while, but, uh...
She passed while I was held in captivity.
You missed her funeral.
Yeah.
I didn't even know she d*ed until after I was released.
That's why you were willing to sacrifice the reward.
You knew how important it was to him.
Yeah.
Thomas, I never met your mother, obviously, but...
I'm certain that if she could see you today... she'd be really proud.
Thank you.
Sergeant Howl.
It was a beautiful service.
Thank you, sir.
For everything.
You're a man of your word.
It was my honor.
Magnum, did you plan a barbecue?
No.
What is all this?
We thought after the funeral, you guys could use some Ono grinds.
Wow, you actually got the grill together. Looks great.
Thank you. Thank you. We worked extra hard to finish putting this thing together.
All right, Kumu helped out a little.
Ahem. Okay, Kumu built the whole thing, but we bought the food.
"We"?
All right, TC bought the food.
But I-I cooked it. Does that count for anything?
That much is true. Here, eat up, you two.
Mmm. This looks great. Yeah.
Thank you. Thanks, Kumu.
There you go.
Huh?
Mmm.
This may be the most delicious burger I've ever had.
Can you swallow at least part of your food before you speak? Mmm.
You know what? Judge me all you want...
I don't care.
Fine. I'll eat a burger.
The thing about losing a loved one is that it makes you appreciate the people who really matter in life.
Rick...
TC...
Kumu... even Higgins.
It was devastating after I lost my family.
All I can think about now is how lucky I am to have found another.
♪ We made it home ♪
♪ We made it home ♪
♪ We made it home ♪
♪ We made it home ♪
♪ We made it home ♪
♪ We made it home ♪
♪ We made it home ♪
♪ Made it home... ♪