Magnum P.I.

White Knight to Little Bird.

Little Bird, you there?

Go ahead, White Knight.

Okay, so don't judge, but

we're blown. They know we're here.

- Can you get to the exfil point? - Negative.

Then we're gonna have to improvise exfil.

What's your position? Give me a mark.

You may want to close your eyes.

Magnum, my neck hasn't been the same

since you pulled that... crazy move.

I think you meant to say,

"Thank you, Magnum, for saving my life."

Come on, Kim. Give that man a break.

He had to wing it.

- Good afternoon, gentlemen. - Higgy!

Kim, hey, uh, this is my partner, Juliet Higgins.

Actually, scratch that.

This is, uh, TC's fiancée, Juliet Higgins.

It's lovely to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

Yo.

We cool?

Yeah, we're cool.

I don't know, man.

It just seems like you icing me

for gettin' fake married to Higgy.

Thought you were okay with it.

I'm okay with it.

You don't seem okay.

I'm fine.

Okay. It was my idea

to get married and save her from that whole visa issue

and you kind of stole that idea...

And you're lucky that we did.

'Cause the only reason why she's getting married to anybody

is to save your business.

I just thought it made sense, you know?

We... work together,

we live together at Robin's Nest.

It just... It ain't real.

Time is running out for her, she asked me,

and she's like my little sister, so I said "okay."

Guys, when you're finished fighting over me,

Magnum, perhaps you can tell me about your client meeting

this morning.

She's a divorce mediator.

Uh, one of the best on the island, actually.

If you and TC ever hit a rough patch,

you should probably give her a call.

All right, Magnum, yeah, I'll keep that in mind. Look,

you know the reason I asked TC to marry me

is 'cause I thought that

our fake marriage would get in the way of our real partnership.

Married couples work together all the time.

It's not an issue.

Well, clearly it is.

Tell me about the job.

There's a mediator facilitating a divorce between

this ex-race car driver, John Gilbert,

and his wife Maxine.

Problem is, she thinks he's been cheating,

he swears he's not.

It's one of those "he said, she said" scenarios.

So she's having a difficult time

figuring out who's telling the truth.

Okay, well, Hawaii's a no-fault state,

but fault can come into it when you're dividing assets.

The wife, uh, Maxine,

could get more based on John's supposed indiscretions.

That's why the mediator wants to hire two investigators.

So she asked me if I knew another P.I.

- You didn't. - I did.

I figure we can get paid twice for the same job.

We'd be working with different spouses,

going against each other.

Yeah, but if I prove my client wasn't the one lying,

he gets a better settlement.

Yeah, or vice versa.

Or vice versa. So what do you say?

May the best P.I. win.

Rise and shine, pal.

Come on. Last call was seven hours ago.

Hey.

Buddy, come on. Get up.

I got a bar to open, you got a bad hangover to start.

Come on, pal.

Zeus and Apollo seem to really like you.

They are a good judge of character.

Oh...

I love dogs.

John never wanted them.

Didn't really like animals.

That's should've been a sign.

Well, surely, your divorce can't be based

on your different views about pets.

No.

John and I have been, um...

drifting apart for a while.

Arguing more than usual.

But, uh...

John's always had options.

He's a good-looking guy, he races cars.

Women just threw themselves at him.

You believe he was unfaithful?

When did you become suspicious?

First, he started disappearing at odd hours of the night.

Lying about working late.

Then money started disappearing from our account.

That's when I found actual proof on our PaceTracker.

I... Sorry, I don't follow.

We share a fitness app that tracks our health...

steps, heart rate, all that.

And, well,

I can be a bit competitive.

So I logged in just to see who was doing better and...

that's when I, uh...

I saw it.

Saw what?

John,

sneaking out in the middle of the night.

The worst part is, his...

heart rate would spike when he was with someone else.

I could literally see

the moment that he was cheating on me.

We met on the mainland.

I was running stock at first, then switched to open wheel.

After my fourth concussion, the docs said I had to retire.

After that happened, Maxine wanted to move back here,

be closer to family.

And I went along with it.

Doesn't sound like you were too thrilled about that.

Most of my family's in Tennessee.

Max never appreciated the sacrifice I made

moving back here.

That choice, that was all about her.

Her needs.

She didn't want me racing after my first accident.

She never understood that I had to do this.

It was just who I am.

Maybe she was just worried you'd really hurt yourself.

Occupational hazard.

If she didn't want me racing,

she shouldn't have married a driver.

Look, this island is paradise...

heaven, for some people... but it's been hell for me.

Moving back here isolated me from friends and family.

Took me out of the racing world entirely.

I don't mean to be blunt, but, um...

your wife thinks you've been cheating on her.

I know what she's saying, but it ain't true.

I never cheated on her, not once.

I'd never do that.

Look, you gotta believe me,

I would never hurt Maxine like that.

If anything, I think she's the one who's cheating.

Why do you say that?

A month ago, I went to visit her at work.

She was gone. Nobody knew where she was.

Later, I asked her about it

and she said it was a doctor's appointment,

but I could tell she was lying.

All I'm saying is I don't think the guy cheated.

That's fair.

And I'm telling you that my client has evidence

- that indicates otherwise. - Also fair.

- What kind of evidence? - Oh, wouldn't you like to know?

Yes, I would like to know, that's why I'm asking.

Well, too bad, because it's privileged client information.

Whatever.

Your client's just spinning a web

because she's probably the one who's been cheating.

- Well, I guess we'll see. - Yes, we will.

That's what I just said.

And I am agreeing with you.

The way you two bicker, you might as well be married.

Hey, Kumu, I have a meeting to get to,

but could you help me make some phone calls?

Oh, I'd love to, Thomas,

but Juliet already asked me to help plan her wedding on Friday.

Maybe try TC or Rick.

Wait, I-I reached out, but no one's picking up.

- I - just need you to tail him.

Do some simple surveillance?

Hello? Hey, Shammy.

- How you doing, man? - Magnum, hey.

Listen, I got Higgy on the other line.

I gotta call you back, okay?

Peace.

You can't take Kumu and Shammy.