Magnum P.I.

Ah!

All right.

That's enough of a warm-up.

Warm-up? I thought you said you wanted a friendly rally.

Well, I thought you said you could play tennis.

Well, you know,

I'm kind of more of a game-day guy.

I need some stakes to really elevate my play.

All right, then.

Let's make it interesting.

One game.

All right.

Loser buys malasadas from Leonard's.

You're on.

Out!

Yes!

What?

It was out.

No, it was clearly on the line. I-I saw it.

I can assure you, it was not.

And I'm supposed to take your word for it?

Thomas, I don't need to cheat to win.

I'm just calling it like I see it.

Now,

are you gonna whine, or can we be adults about this?

Okay, there it is.

It's not clearly anything.

Clearly in.

It's a terrible angle. The security footage

is inconclusive at best.

Okay, well, we're gonna

have to revisit this. Our 10:00 a.m. is here.

What 10:00 a.m.?

Elena Dunn.

She called about an hour ago.

It was pretty urgent, so I put her in the calendar.

Or did you miss that, too?

Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.

I-I didn't know where else to go.

Well, we're happy to help.

So, uh, why don't you tell us what's going on, Elena.

Two nights ago, the man I'd been seeing...

He was murdered.

We're so sorry for your loss.

Why don't you tell us what happened.

I'm not sure where to begin.

It all happened so fast.

You were there?

I was upstairs when they broke in.

There were two of them.

They argued with Jax, then...

they shot him.

There was nothing I could do.

Do the police have any leads?

I'm not sure they know he's dead.

You didn't go to HPD?

That's why I'm here.

I-I can't go to the police.

This would destroy my family.

I'm not sure that I follow.

I'm married.

Sorry for asking, but is there

any chance your husband, uh, knew about the affair?

He has no idea.

And, please, it has to stay that way.

I can understand the need for discretion,

but I really must urge you to take this to the authorities.

I'm sure Thomas would agree.

Well, legally, there's no obligation

to report the crime.

Legality isn't the only factor

in this scenario. A man's life

has been taken. There is a moral obligation.

Believe me, I know.

And I know what you must think,

but however this looks, I love my husband.

Our marriage isn't perfect,

but the thought of losing everything...

I won't blow our lives up over one mistake,

especially one that was over before it started.

So this relationship with Jax was a-a new thing?

I met him a month ago at a coffee shop.

Valentine's Day, no less.

He took my drink by accident,

and we struck up a conversation.

He was charming and funny and...

I knew it was wrong,

but it didn't feel that way; it felt like fate.

Yeah.

Two nights ago, I finally agreed

to meet Jax at his place.

But when I got there...

He was a perfect gentleman, but I... I was so nervous.

I-I'd never done anything like this before.

He kissed me, and I spilled my wine on the rug.

I'm so sorry.

So I went to the bathroom to collect myself.

But the truth is I wasn't sure if I could go through with it.

That's when I heard a commotion downstairs.

You know what we're here for.

Just take it easy.

You messed with the wrong people.

There were two men in masks.

One of them had a gun to Jax's head,

and when he didn't have what they were looking for...

I don't have it.

...they got violent.

Get a knife from the kitchen.

Jax tried to fight back,

but...

What the hell'd you do?!

He made a move, man.

Find his phone, I'll search the house.

I was so terrified,

I did the only thing that I could.

I thought I was dead, too.

They left a few minutes after.

And when I was sure they were gone, I ran.

And Jax?

He was on the floor, right where they shot him.

He was dead.

I should have called 911,

but I wasn't supposed to be there.

And when I spilled my wine,

he mentioned a cleaning service

was coming by in the morning,

so I just assumed they'd find his body.

I haven't seen any mention of the matter on the news.

That's just it. I keep checking.

No one has the story.

So you're afraid you're the only one that knows

that Jax is dead.

As much as I wish I could,

I can't pretend his murder didn't happen.

Someone has to look into this.

Please.

Yeah, we'll see what we can do.

And-and you'll keep my name out of it?

You have our word.

All right, here we go.

Kimo! What's up, brother?

Oh... you're not Kimo.

No. What was your first clue?

I'm so sorry. Hi. My name is Orville Wright.

I'm here to see Ice.

Okay. Sign in and wait.

Visiting hours don't start for another 20 minutes.

Well, officially, yeah.

But unofficially, I, uh...

I bring the guys some sandwiches,

and they usually let me in a little earlier.

I already ate.

Are you sure?

There's a pickle in here with your name on it.

Well, technically it has Kimo's name on it, but...

Sir... have a seat.

Okay.

Oh, so you're calling me collect while I'm covering

for your ass for free.

Just add it to the many debts that I owe you, pal.

I'm just gonna need you to hold down the fort a little longer.

Look, man, I'm just giving you a hard time. No rush.

We got things under control here.

Hey, can you help me out with another round of Coops

for table five?

Gotcha.

Wow, sounds like business is booming.

Oh, you can thank Suzy for that.

Her new drink menu is on fire.

People can't get enough.

Hang on, hang on, hang on. Wh-What new drink menu?

She didn't clear this with you?

I figured it was better to ask

for forgiveness than permission.

Well, you asked for permission, and I-I said no.

Oh, come on, live a little.

The menu's older than I am.

It's classic.

It's ancient.

All I'm asking is to liven the place up a bit.

Same vibe, new signature cocktails.

Mr. Wright.

Look, I gotta go.

Uh, listen, have your fun, but, uh,

don't expect these changes to stick.

Course not. Wouldn't want you making too much money.

Very funny.

You want to try one of those sandwiches, don't you?

My supervisor says your friend can't have any visitors today.

You'll have to come back another time.

Wait. Why?

It's against policy to discuss an inmate with non-family.

Now hang on,

I-I am his family, all right?

I want to talk to Kimo. Where's Kimo?

Sorry.

Kimo's not here either.

What do you mean they're not here?

Kimo! What the hell happened?

He collapsed in his cell.