♪ It's a beautiful morning ♪
♪ Ah ♪ ♪ I think I'll go outside a while ♪
♪ And just smile ♪
(GRUNTS)
♪ Just take in some clean fresh air, boy ♪
♪ Ain't no sense in staying inside ♪
- ♪ If the weather's fine ♪
- (GROANING)
♪ And you got the time ♪
♪ It's your chance to wake up and plan another brand-new day ♪
♪ Either way ♪
♪ Oh... ♪
(LINE RINGING)
MAGNUM (OVER RECORDING): You've reached Thomas Magnum, private investigation.
- Please leave a message.
- (g*n COCKS)
♪ Oh...
♪ ♪ Oh, oh... ♪
This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't snuck up on me.
(SCOFFS)
Are you actually gonna blame me for this?
Of course I am.
You came out of nowhere, totally ninja'd me.
That's why I dropped the bottle.
A bottle you never should've taken in the first place, because it doesn't belong to you.
Yeah, but it wasn't for me.
It was for a client.
You know the bodyguarding job?
I was gonna wine and dine them... eh, well, wine them anyway.
I thought you'd be okay with it.
And why would you think that?
Because it was a big payday that would lead to more work.
I mean, you're the one who told me that I got to start treating what we do more like a business.
Yes, but if you recall, Magnum, I didn't want you to pursue that client in the first place, because we already have a job lined up.
Yeah, but that was a probate case.
It was a small little nothing job.
The fee wouldn't have even paid for gas.
Oh, my God.
You didn't.
What?
Magnum, this was a '95 Chateau Saunière.
Yeah.
I heard it was pretty good.
This bottle of wine costs $7,000.
What?
It's worth far more than that job would ever pay.
Okay, well, maybe we should get the old Shop-Vac.
- We can suck some of it up and...
- Are you for real?
You can't put the genie back in the bottle.
You mean wine, but, yes, it's-it's like when you drop a piece of food on the floor, if the floor's clean, food's still good, and this floor's clean.
Are you referring to the three-second rule?
Doesn't apply to liquids.
- (PHONE RINGING)
- (SIGHS)
Noelani, what's up?
Magnum, you need to get to Kings Medical right away.
Why?
What happened?
I was coming up from the hospital morgue when I saw paramedics wheel in your detective friend Harry Brown.
Magnum, he's been sh*t.
(CLAMORING)
- What?
Okay.
- You need to get down here.
- You better hurry.
- I'm on my way.
- He's evasive.
Got it.
- I want epinephrine now.
Let's shock.
Get the pads on him.
- Pull up, and below 150.
- Everyone, clear.
Hey.
- Noelani.
- Hey.
They stabilized him, and he's in surgery now.
They're doing everything that they can.
(SIGHS)
Look, I got to get back to the medical examiner's office.
You gonna be okay?
Thanks.
- So, any idea what happened?
- Still gathering info.
He was found in a ditch by a hiker out in Waimanalo.
- Waimanalo?
- Yeah.
That doesn't make sense.
He was supposed to be in Makakilo.
How do you know that?
HIGGINS: He was working on a probate case.
The lawyer from the estate hired us, but we...
But we handed the case off to Harry.
Talked to him this morning, he said he was following a lead.
Well, CSU's at the scene right now, and based on tire tracks and one set of footprints, it looks like an attempted body dump, so maybe Harry was in Makakilo earlier, perp sh*t him, tossed him in the trunk, then drove to Waimanalo.
Well, any luck with Harry's phone?
Wasn't on him.
His car's missing, too.
But after the docs remove the slugs, we'll run ballistics.
Hopefully, that'll get us a lead.
Harry called me a couple hours ago, didn't leave a message.
I figured he was just checking in, but...
he was in trouble.
Magnum, we can't yet be certain that this has anything to do with the probate case.
You said it yourself...
it's a small nothing little case.
But maybe I was wrong.
Uh, maybe the person he was looking for didn't want to be found.
HPD will follow up with the estate lawyer, get the name of the heir Harry was looking for.
- Can you text me the lawyer's info?
- Of course.
Harry's retired HPD, one of our own.
We'll catch whoever did this.
- Where's he going?
- Where do you think?
You aren't gonna be the only ones looking for the person who did this.
REPORTER: Protesters are gathering near the heiau that was discovered on Halloween, and it appears the developer is still moving forward with plans for construction, showing little regard for the site's cultural significance.
PROTESTORS: Road closed due to desecration.
Road closed due to desecration.
Road closed due to desecration.
Hey, check this out.
They're blocking access to the construction site, and guess who's leading the charge, huh?
What's wrong?
Harry Brown's been sh*t.
What?
Is he okay?
He's in surgery, but the doctors are saying it's-it's pretty bad.
What the hell happened?
It's a long story, but, look, Harry's car is missing, and we need to find it.
Could you call your buddy Kawika?
He's got spotters all over the island, right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, how about your friend who has the taxi cab company?
Maybe he can have his guys keep a lookout.
Done.
I also got a guy who owns a tow truck service.
Perfect.
More eyes the better.
Look, this is...
Harry's make and model, license plate of his car.
All right, I'll let you know if I hear anything.
You okay?
(SIGHS)
Yeah.
Thanks, Rick.
HIGGINS: I got into Harry's cloud.
Not much there.
He did take some photos in the last eight hours.
They uploaded automatically, but they're pretty mundane.
There's two pictures of his dog and one of a children's pink bicycle.
I guess it's his granddaughter's.
- So we have nothing.
- Well, not quite.
Gordon texted.
HPD has spoken to the lawyer.
The estate belonged to an Alfred Waiola, and the heir that Harry was looking for was a man by the name of Kenny McCoy.
- HPD looking for him?
- Yeah, but they're also considering the possibility that Harry may have been targeted.
By someone he put away?
Yeah.
They're looking into people he's caught who have been released recently.
They think maybe someone wanted their pound of flesh.
You can't blame yourself, you know.
Why not?
Look, in our line of work, cases get passed on all the time.
I mean, it wasn't that long ago that Harry passed on one to you.
Yeah, because of a health issue.
It's not like we gave him the job because we were too busy helping someone.
I was chasing a payday, and because of that, Harry could die.
(CHANTING IN HAWAIIAN)
TC, you really didn't have to come here.
Uh, I didn't sit out here all Halloween night just for the heiau to get destroyed.
I got your back.
Mahalo, TC.
You're a good egg.
TC: You know that girl?
She's an intern at the cultural center.
Moved to the island from the mainland a couple of years ago with her mom.
A passionate young lady.
Hi, Miss Tuileta.
Aloha, Molly.
It's so nice to see you here.
After hearing you talk about what was happening, I wanted to come support you.
Oh, mahalo.
I-I did some more research, and I understand now how sacred these places are and why we have to protect them.
Kuleana, right?
Our responsibility.
That's right.
Kuleana.
(CHANTING IN HAWAIIAN)
I'm on with Rick.
He just got off with Kawika.
Any luck?
Yeah, one of his guys spotted Harry's car in a parking lot downtown.
So, whoever did this dumped the car; thereafter, they tried to dispose of Harry.
- Yeah.
Thanks, Rick.
- (PHONE BEEPS)
This isn't the way downtown.
No, I figured I'd stop by Harry's place first.
There's someone who should be there when he wakes up.
That's Harry's car.
Stay.
Ah, look at that.
He listens better than you do.
Higgins.
It's fresh blood.
It's got to be Harry's.
So they used his own car to move his body to Waimanalo.
Harry's six-two.
This seat is way too close to the steering wheel.
Whoever drove this car has got to be at least six inches shorter.
Oh, Magnum.
Inside the seat is a rather strange place to keep a cell phone, don't you think?
Maybe they planted it there as a tracking device.
I've done it before.
If somebody was following Harry, maybe he was targeted.
Whoever's responsible for this isn't very good.
Firstly, they don't make sure that Harry's actually dead, and secondly, they leave a cell phone in the car.
It's amateur hour.
Hopefully, it'll make it easier to track them.
HIGGINS: I ran the cell phone's IMEI number and traced it to a...
Gavin Waiola.
Gavin Waiola.
The will in probate is Alfred Waiola, - so they got to be related.
- Uh-huh.
Gavin is Alfred's nephew.
Which means he could have a claim to his uncle's multimillion-dollar estate.
Unless a private investigator found another heir.
Maybe Gavin wanted to make sure that didn't happen.
♪ ♪ Get up, get on up ♪
♪ Get up, get on up... ♪
Perhaps we should drop off Harry's dog
- before we go to see Mr. Waiola.
- (PHONE RINGING)
TC.
Yo, Rick filled me in.
What can I do?
I think we got it covered.
Come on, man.
Your friend's been sh*t.
There's got to be some way I can help.
Look, you're already doing it by being there and representing us.
We appreciate it.
All right.
But if there's anything, anything you need, I'm here for you, bro.
Hey, can you tell Kumu we're proud of her and we really wish we can be there?
- Will do.
- (HORNS HONKING)
I got to go.
PROTESTORS (CHANTING): Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
(CAR DOORS OPEN)
(CHUCKLES)
What is that, a, uh, '55 Bel Air?
'56, actually.
- Wow.
She's a beauty.
- Thanks.
How can I help you?
Oh, um, it's funny.
I think...
I think you might have misplaced this.
No idea what you're talking about.
Really?
That's funny, because we just tracked it to you.
Oh, that...
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
That can't be right.
Please don't insult our intelligence.
Look, we know about your claim to your late uncle's estate, and we know you were following the PI.
working for the probate lawyer.
And now that P.I.
is in the hospital fighting for his life.
HIGGINS: Someone sh*t him and left him for dead in a ditch.
Wait, you think I did that?
Are you...?
Do I look like that kind of a guy?
You look like the kind of guy who has motive.
HPD will see it that way.
Okay.
I tracked him, but I wouldn't hurt him.
When my uncle d*ed, I was expecting to inherit some real money.
And then you found out there was someone else who had a claim.
And that firm was using Harry to track that person down.
I just wanted to find out where that P.I. was going.
There's a lot of money at stake.
I swear to you, I don't know anything about the guy getting sh*t.
Right.
Where were you this morning?
Out at Zombies, surfing with a couple buddies.
And is there anyone else who can vouch for your whereabouts other than your buddies?
Actually, yeah.
Zombies is a restricted beach on the Marine Corps base.
We were busted for trespassing.
MPs will tell you.
(SIGHS)
Were you tracking Harry this morning?
Yeah.
I used Friend-Finder.
He was at a house in Makakilo, and then I lost his signal.
We're gonna need that address.
PROTESTORS (CHANTING): Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
- Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
- (SIRENS WAIL)
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
It's okay.
They're just here to make sure everyone's safe.
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Okay, folks, let's clear the way here.
Let these vehicles through.
Hold on.
This is a peaceful demonstration, Sergeant.
We're here to protect the land, - which is our ancestral right.
- Maybe so, ma'am, but I've got orders to shut you down.
Daniel.
You understand why we're here.
Some of your fellow officers are even related to a few of us.
I know, Kumu.
But we got a job to do.
I'm sorry.
So am I.
Because we're not going anywhere.
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina, ku I ka pono!
Aloha 'Aina...
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
MAGNUM: Hello?
All addressed to Kenny McCoy.
The heir Harry was looking for.
No one's home.
Judging by the mail that's piled up by the front door, maybe they're out of town.
So, this was the last place Harry was before he was left for dead, but how'd he end up sh*t?
Hey, Higgins, do you have those pictures that you downloaded from Harry's cloud?
Yeah.
It's the same bike.
Okay, so he comes back here, he sees that bike and, for some reason, goes next door to take a picture.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
♪ ♪ All of the bedroom drawers are still open.
Someone must have left in a hurry.
Magnum.
Is that...
That's definitely a b*llet hole.
Yeah.
There.
Blood.
Harry must have been sh*t, then tried to escape this way.
That's glass from a shattered cell phone.
So, Harry could've collapsed here, tried to make a phone call, but whoever was after him destroyed his cell phone before he could leave a message.
But why was Harry sh*t in the first place?
Because he was trespassing?
Magnum, we need to get HPD down here immediately.
Yeah, we do.
Higgins.
There's power running to this shed and a bunch of locks on the door.
You don't find that strange?
Yes, definitely.
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
Good God.
Found fresh fingerprints, but no hits in the NCIC database.
The parents of whoever was being held in there must not have had their child printed.
If a child goes missing, HPD's gonna test the home for DNA, right?
Yes, and assuming there's a usable sample in that shed, we'll get an I.D.
But based on the clothes, the drawings, I'm thinking the kid would be around 12 years old.
You got something, Kanae?
House is a rental.
Tenant's name is Melinda Mosley.
We got a hit on an open case.
Child abduction.
Three and a half years ago, Melinda's nine-year-old daughter Peyton went missing.
Get a BOLO out right away, and make sure Melinda's credit and ATM cards are flagged.
So, maybe Peyton didn't go missing.
Maybe her mother's been keeping her locked in this shed for the past three years.
There have been instances where parents have hidden a kid, then reported them missing.
They do it to get sympathy and attention, like Munchausen by proxy.
So, perhaps Harry found Peyton locked in the shed, and then Melinda sh*t him before he could notify anyone.
And after disposing of Harry and his car, she decided to lay low for a bit, see if anybody was suspicious.
She may have botched k*lling Harry, but she was smart enough to go underground as a precaution.
(LOCK BUZZES, CLICKS)
RICK: You know what I just realized?
With all the illegal and borderline illegal stuff that Thomas always gets us involved in, it's pretty funny this is what you and Kumu get busted for.
Civil disobedience.
DANA: Molly.
Hi, Mom.
- Are you okay?
Are you hurt?
- I'm fine.
DANA: What were you thinking?
Why would you get involved in something like this?
This isn't our fight.
KUMU: Excuse me, Ms. Ward.
Uh, in defense of your daughter, we had no intention of...
She's 16, and she was arrested.
But Molly took a stand against injustice, which is admirable.
A lot of young people are so consumed with trivial things, they don't take a stand against anything.
Isn't that wonderful.
But Molly's applying for colleges right now.
How would a record look for them?
That ever occur to you?
Come on.
Harry just got out of surgery.
Have they notified his family?
Yeah.
They're flying in right now.
You know, if you hadn't handed this probate case to Harry, the police wouldn't be looking into a kidnapping right now.
Surely, that must have occurred to you.
I know.
That's why we need to solve this case for Harry.
Yeah, I couldn't agree more.
And to that end, I've done my own deep dive on Melinda Mosley.
What'd you find?
Okay, so she's a local real estate agent with an office in Waipahu.
She has no social media presence to speak of, but I did find a clue as to her potential whereabouts.
She owns a cabin on the North Shore.
HPD must be aware of that.
Yeah, I'm not so sure.
It's not listed under Melinda's name.
It's owned by her LLC.
So there's no connection to her in the public records to this property?
It's a good place to lay low.
MELINDA (ON VIDEO): She's just so sweet and beautiful.
(CHUCKLES)
When you hear her giggle, it's...
I miss holding my baby.
I miss her Eskimo kisses, and I miss her.
Peyton is the only family I have, and I beg anyone with any information to please, please, please contact HPD.
Baby girl, if you're watching this, I will never stop looking for you.
Never.
What kind of person could perpetrate such a hoax?
What on earth could motivate them?
No car.
Don't see any tire tracks.
Doesn't seem like anyone's been here in a while.
This place has been locked up for a while.
She must be hiding elsewhere.
Let's see if there's something here that can help us find her.
♪ ♪ (CELL PHONE RINGING)
Magnum.
Turns out Melinda Mosley has a cabin up on the North Shore.
No one's been here for a while, but we did find something.
- What's that?
- She has a prescription for quetiapine.
It's an antipsychotic people use to treat certain mental disorders.
Well, that could explain some of her behavior.
HIGGINS: We also looked into Melinda's medical history.
She started therapy not long after Peyton supposedly disappeared, but she stopped eight months later.
However, the notes from those sessions could provide valuable insight and help us find her.
What's the doctor's name?
Uh, Dr.
Linda Samuels.
But there might be a problem.
She d*ed three years ago in a car accident.
But still, I'm pretty sure by law...
The notes from those sessions have to be kept - for an extended period of time.
- HIGGINS: Exactly.
However, they might prove difficult to get ahold of, given doctor/patient confidentiality.
Leave that to me.
KANAE: Detective.
What is it?
Better if you come with me, sir.
Hold on.
MAGNUM: Gordon, what's going on?
Pulled up some floorboards.
We've got remains wrapped in a blanket.
It's a child.
Best guess, it's been here a few years.
It's her.
It's Peyton.
Melinda k*lled her own child and then reported her missing.
Then who the hell was locked in that shed?
I thought Melinda was a monster before, but to k*ll her own daughter and then take someone else's...
Yeah, I know.
Why kidnap this other girl?
To replace Peyton?
Maybe.
Given what we know about Melinda, anything's possible.
Miss Tuileta.
Hello, honey.
Is your mom home?
Molly, who's there?
(SIGHS)
Molly, can I have a few minutes to talk to your mother alone?
I'm so sorry to bother you, Ms.
Ward, but I wanted to apologize.
You should know that what we were protesting today was very important.
Do you go to church?
Yes.
Well, the heiau, places like that, those are our churches.
Sacred for us.
Part of our heritage.
When I was growing up, we couldn't even speak Hawaiian in school.
It wasn't allowed.
I don't think we're in danger of going back to those days, but...
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
preserving our culture is a never-ending struggle for us.
And you're right, this isn't your fight.
It isn't my friend TC's fight, either.
But he was there, and so was Molly, because they understand how important this is.
And whatever you think of me, I think you've raised a wonderful and compassionate young woman.
If you could just let me take a look at the notes from the therapy.
I wish I could help you, Detective, but I'll need that court order.
There's a kidnapped girl out there.
Every second counts.
That doesn't matter to you?
It does, but rules exist for a reason.
You're a cop.
You know the law.
Come back with a court order, and we'll talk.
Somewhere in those notes, there might be a clue, something to help us find her.
I'm not walking out of here without them.
- I'm just doing my job.
- You're a doctor.
Your job, first and foremost, is to do no harm.
♪ ♪ (WHINES)
Mr. Brown, no.
Mr. Brown...
Can I have a piece of paper?
You want to write something down?
Okay.
(PHONE RINGS)
Magnum.
Just got off the phone with Harry's nurse.
He's conscious.
Thank God.
Yeah, a-and get this.
The first thing he did when he woke up was he wrote down a name: Isabella Kai.
Does that mean anything to you?
Let me look.
Got a hit.
Isabella Kai went missing when she was nine years old.
Disappeared almost a year after Peyton.
And get this...
she was last seen on a pink bicycle.
The pink bike, like in Harry's photo.
That's got to be the girl in the shed.
It says here the family hired Harry to look into the case when our investigation hit a wall.
Yeah, he must have seen the bike in the backyard and-and just remembered the case.
My God, what are the odds?
Cahill, get a MAILE Alert out on Isabella Kai right away.
Current age, 11 and a half.
Also goes by...
MAGNUM: Katsumoto?
Hang on.
Get that alert out.
Gordie, what's going on?
Melinda often talked to her shrink about the day Peyton supposedly went missing.
One time, she blamed it on a girl from the neighborhood.
A girl named Bella.
Isabella's file says she sometimes goes by Bella for short.
- Melinda was talking about her.
- HIGGINS: So, wait.
Melinda kills Peyton, and then lies about it, and then comes to believe the lie, and that Isabella Kai is somehow responsible.
It was around this time that her shrink began to suspect Melinda was suffering from psychosis.
She must have had some kind of break from reality.
Convinced herself Peyton was missing and that Isabella had something to do with it.
Look, I gotta run.
I'll let you know if there's anything else.
It's all starting to make sense.
I don't know about that.
Regardless, we still have no leads as to where Melinda and Isabella might be.
Well, she's not at the cabin, right?
She's not at the rental.
She still needs a place over her head, right?
She can't go to a motel.
It's too visible.
Pull up her property listings.
- What are you thinking?
- I-I got a hunch.
This could be a long sh*t, but maybe we'll get lucky.
What's the oldest property she has listed?
HIGGINS: It's a three-bedroom in Moanalua.
It's been on the market for 184 days.
It's secluded.
Good place to hide.
And as the listings agent, she would definitely have access.
♪ ♪ That's Melinda's car.
(NEWSCAST PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)
I'm gonna go around, see if I can get to Bella.
Keep an eye on her.
♪ ♪ (NEWSCAST CONTINUES PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)
NEWSCASTER: ...investigation that brought down the once respected...
(NEWSCAST CONTINUES PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)
(PHONE VIBRATES)
Come on.
Come on!
Who are you?
What do you want?
Melinda, my name is Thomas Magnum.
I'm a private investigator.
No one wants to hurt you.
Go away!
You leave us alone!
I'm sorry.
I can't do that.
Please, just go!
MAGNUM: Melinda, I'm gonna put my w*apon away...
and come out.
Okay?
Okay, don't sh**t.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
I just want to talk.
I know what you've been through.
And I can't begin to imagine the pain that you felt when you lost Peyton.
The guilt must have been overwhelming.
I know how that feels.
To have to carry that burden.
And it was too much for you to live with, so you put it on someone else.
But when you did that, you weren't yourself.
Not completely.
You're not well.
Melinda.
But we can get you help.
It's too late for that now.
No, that's not true.
You can't bring Peyton back.
But you can save Bella.
And you can save yourself.
There's something inside you that is beyond your control that led you to make those terrible decisions.
But today...
you can make a good one.
Please, just put the g*n down.
It's okay.
(CRYING)
(PANTING)
Can you let Bella go?
Bella, I want you to go with my friend, okay?
She's right back there.
Go.
(MELINDA CRYING)
It's gonna be okay.
(SIGHS)
♪ ♪
♪ Through the smoke, through the fire ♪
♪ Just to save me ♪
♪ I was down to the wire ♪
♪ And you came for me ♪
♪ And it all comes down to this ♪
♪ Through the smoke, through the fire ♪
♪ Just to save me ♪
♪ I was down to the wire ♪
♪ And then you came for me... ♪
Melinda talking yet?
Not really.
We asked her about the kidnapping, about Peyton.
She wouldn't tell us anything.
I'm sure we'll get answers in time.
For now, I'm just glad that young lady is reunited with her family.
Listen, I got to go.
The lieutenant wants me in his office in ten minutes.
Is everything all right?
I may have been a little aggressive in getting those patient notes.
The doctor I had to go through filed a complaint.
How much trouble do you think you're in?
Not sure yet.
But between that and assaulting Tony Zhao recently, I'm probably looking at a disciplinary hearing.
- Sorry to hear that.
- You should be.
The way I see it, it's all your fault.
How do you figure?
Well, before you came into my life, my professional record was spotless.
Now crossing the line has become a regular thing.
You're saying I'm a bad influence on you?
That's what I'm saying.
But when we have outcomes like today, I guess I can't really complain.
♪ Through the smoke, through the fire ♪
♪ Just to save me ♪
♪ I was down to the wire ♪
♪ And then you came for me ♪
♪ Through the smoke, through the fire ♪
♪ Just to save... ♪
So...
she told you everything that happened?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Isabella invited Peyton to hang out at the park with some friends, and she started to feel sick, so she went home early.
She was running a fever, so Melinda ran her a bath, gave her some medicine.
She ended up passing out in the bath and drowning.
Oh, God.
So my guess is, at that point, Melinda panicked.
Well, she was the only one with Peyton at the time, and in her paranoia, she thought she would get blamed, so she decided to cover it up.
Eventually, over time, she started to hear voices, and these voices blamed Isabella.
So she grabbed her and-and what?
Was gonna her until she gave up the truth?
Which was never gonna happen.
I mean, this was all in her head.
But eventually, the symptoms subsided, and she realized the-the horrible mistake she made.
Right, but she was in too deep with no way out.
She knew that if she came forward, she'd end up in prison for life.
She was never gonna hurt this girl.
But she couldn't let her go, either, so...
she held her.
That's the craziest story I've ever heard, Thomas.
And believe me, I've heard them all.
Yeah.
Definitely one for the books.
Oh, and, um...
(CHUCKLES)
turns out the neighbor behind Melinda's house, Kenny McCoy, he actually was the heir, so you solved two cases, all from a hospital bed.
(CHUCKLING): Yeah, right.
Harry...
I'm sorry.
Kid...
please.
I was meant to be there to see that bike.
Now, you call it fate, call it destiny, call it whatever you want.
But old Harry was meant to be there.
I truly believe that.
♪ ♪ (HIGGINS CLEARS THROAT)
(CHUCKLES)
Can you wear a bell or something?
Have you not learned anything from the last time I caught you down here?
Yes.
I have learned, and I'm not stealing.
I'm replacing.
I beg your pardon?
You know the bottle you broke...
I-I got a new one.
Okay, firstly, that was not my fault.
And secondly, you're telling me you replaced a $7,000 bottle of wine?
I find that a little hard to believe.
See for yourself.
Yeah.
(CHUCKLING): Okay.
How did you afford this bottle of wine?
Did you sell an organ?
(CHUCKLING): No.
Rick hooked me up with his wine supplier.
He sold it to me for wholesale.
It's still a small fortune, but I'm making payments, and I'm gonna do it.
Hmm.
Well, maybe this lucrative bodyguarding job will lead to more work and you can pay it off sooner than you thought.
Yeah, that's not gonna happen.
After I went to investigate Harry's sh**ting, the client picked somebody else.
I see.
Tough break.
Yeah.
You know, you look like you could use a glass of wine right about now.
No.
After this ordeal, I honestly...
I think I've learned my lesson.
(CHUCKLES)
Doubtful.
This...
is a 2012 Charles Baudet.
Same terroir, similar minerality and depth, but considerably less expensive than the bottle that you broke.
Now, hold on.
So you're gonna help yourself - to one of Robin's wines?
- Mm-hmm.
(CHUCKLING): That is very un-Higgins-like of you.
I mean, I guess your boorish behavior is rubbing off on me.
I guess I am a bad influence.
That you are.
(CHUCKLES)