Magnum P.I.

16 minutes.

Not bad.

I know what you're thinking.

That was a lot of effort just to crash a party.

But there's actually a good reason why I came in this way.

And there he is.

Jack Candler.

Tech entrepreneur, big-time art collector

and my latest client.

I got to say, great party, Mr. Candler.

Mr. Magnum. You got in.

It's what you hired me to do, right?

I guess my advanced security system

is not as infallible as I was led to believe.

How'd you even get up here?

I took the elevator.

Granted, I was on the outside of it.

I'm sorry, you rode on top of the elevator?

Yeah, but only 'cause my buddy wouldn't let me use his chopper

so I could fast-rope onto the roof. He's no fun.

Uh, this is James Chen. He runs the household.

Christophe Midi.

Pleasure.Lily Crane.

Hello.I just forced them to make

a massive donation to my charitable foundation tonight.

And Thomas Magnum, my security consultant.

Very nice to meet you.

You know, if you guys will excuse us for just a moment,

James and I have some business to discuss

with this handsome gentleman.Of course.

We'll leave you to it, but, uh,

I'm serious about the Hockney, huh?

Yeah.The number is very reasonable.

Well, Robin Masters said you were the best.

How'd you do it?

The motion sensors can be disabled

using a near-infrared laser.

By dialing up the temperature in the room,

I was able to bypass the thermal detection.

Because the system couldn't recognize your heat signature.Exactly.

But the good news is,

is all these flaws are very addressable.

I'll make some recommendations in my security report.

You'll send that tomorrow?

First thing.

Can I ask you a question?

Why'd you pick tonight to test the system?

Would have been easier to break into an empty flat, right?

Yeah, but a night like this is when your collection's

most vulnerable to theft, right?

You got a lot of people coming in and out,

security, uh, waitstaff, caterers,

a lot of people you probably don't even know.

Brilliant. Brilliant.

James, be sure and send

a thank-you bottle of something insanely expensive

to Robin to say thank you

for recommending Mr. Magnum, yeah?

Of course. Thanks, Magnum.

There you are.

Sir, I'm tripping over your guests outside.

They're dying to see your collection.

Fair enough. Well, they have paid

an inordinate amount of money to my charity for the privilege.

If you'll excuse us a moment.

Hi.

Tracy Hutton.

I work at the museum.

Mr. Candler hired me to appraise the artwork for insurance.

It's stunning, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah. It's great.

When I, uh, was growing up in Brixton,

there was one gallery, not that they ever let me in,

working-class boy like me,

but they couldn't stop me looking through the window.

And damn if I didn't do that every chance I got.

That's how much I loved the art.

Those pieces inspired me to go out into the world

and make something of myself.

And I hope the works you're about to see will inspire you

to get out your checkbooks.

So that together, we can help

the people on this island who need it.

Thank you for coming, and enjoy.

So, which is your favorite?

My favorite? Uh...

That one. Lady in the blue dress.

Really?

Funny.

That is by far the least valuable one in here.

So what do you like about it?

Is it the brush strokes? Is it the composition?

I'm gonna say the color.

You know, the, uh,

Detroit Tigers have the same blue in their uniform.

The blue is lapis lazuli.

It's a rare gemstone. It was really only used

up until the Victorian era when this was painted.

After that, lapis became too expensive.

Wow, you really know your stuff.

Well, that's my cue.

Thank you for the art history lesson, Tracy.

Maybe do it again sometime?

Any time.

Thank you. Mm-hmm.

What are you doing here?

Oh, Jules and I met last spring at Robin's charity ball.

Ah.

Hold on, Jules. I got a surprise for you.

Take a butcher's.

A butcher's?

A look. A look.

Butcher's hook. A look.

And here I thought you spoke English.

Mr. Candler.Oh.

Um, can I have a copy of that?

Of course.

A shandy?

Well, you know, I wasn't sure a toff like you would enjoy it.

Chav like you would.

Okay, now you guys are just making up words.

A shandy: half beer, half lemonade.

It's a working-class drink,

not that she'd know anything about it.

Oh.

Jules.

I'm afraid duty calls. Mr. Magnum.

Thanks again. Pleasure.

Nice guy.

I didn't realize that your security audit was this evening.

I'm surmising from your grin that you were successful? Mm.

Let me hazard a guess.

Elevator shaft, and then the electrical tunnel,

or was it... air vent?

How did you know?

It's how I would've done it.

Okay. Good talk.

I got to go.What's your hurry?

Tigers are playing the Angels.

If I hustle out, I can make the last couple innings

on the radio.

You actually never cease to amaze me, Magnum.

I mean, Jack's collection could be in the Louvre.

And here you want to scurry off and listen to some sportsball

on the radio.

Baseball. And when it comes to art,

I'm more of a "dogs playing poker" kind of guy.

Of course you are. Enjoy your game.

Wait. Wait.

On the inside-- swung on. Oh!

That's the life of a private investigator.

One day, you're hiding in the bushes

looking to catch some jerk cheating on his wife;

the next, you're breaking into a billionaire's penthouse

and watching a ballgame while eating mini hot dogs.

You can't beat that.

When I was a kid, Dad put a rowing machine in the basement.

He used it every morning,

rowing on a cold, concrete floor in Virginia.

I remember he'd close his eyes, maybe imagining he was paddling

across mighty rivers, great oceans.

Places he wanted to visit someday, but never did.

I think about Dad a lot when I'm out here.

Along with rooting for the Tigers,

this is how I stay connected to him.

Magnum.

Detective Katsumoto.

What's wrong?

Jack Candler was murdered last night, in his penthouse.

What?

There was a theft of the paintings.

Jack must have gotten in the way.

He was shot, close contact.

And from what we can tell,

the killer got in through the air vent,

then disabled the security measures in the gallery.

How?

Same way you did. Same methods.

Now, you know what this means, don't you, Magnum?

Someone must have gotten a hold of my report.

Yeah. And they just used it to kill a man,

steal a fortune in art.

Katsumoto had stopped short

of saying I had blood on my hands.

He was thinking it, though.

Can't say I blame him.

Can't blame anyone for thinking it.

33rd floor.

You have five minutes.

You don't have to be here.

We have to find out who else had access to your report, correct?

Yes.