Magnum P.I.

My name is Thomas Magnum.

I reside at the estate of Robin Masters,

where I'm in charge of security,

which means I am...

uh, basically a-a peer

of the...

well, kind of pretty close to the HPD.

No!

Not specific enough.

What do you mean?

I mean, you've got to name-check Katsumoto.

All right?

He is your ace in the hole and your best friend.

Yeah, I don't think we're quite there yet.

Do you want my help or not?

- Yes. - Again!

All right, uh, I'm very close to the officers of the HPD,

in particular Detective Gordon Katsumoto,

who, in fact, is my best friend, Your Honor.

What the hell are y'all doing?

Well, I'm-I'm prepping Thomas to get him out of jury duty,

but it's not going very well.

You know, maybe I should go in your place.

If you recall, I did a pretty good impersonation

of you not long ago.

Oh, that time you broke up a wedding, lost the venue,

and almost got me sued? No, thanks.

You do know how wrong this is, right?

I mean, this is your civic duty, man.

Buddy, listen, we already gave at the office,

- and by that I mean serve our country. - Yeah.

Price of freedom ain't never paid.

Well, unless you spent time in a P.O.W. camp,

which you know all about.

Again!

- My name is Thomas Magnum. - With gusto!

I reside at the estate of Robin Masters,

where I'm in charge of security.

I should probably tell you, Your Honor, um,

I'm very close to the officers of the HPD,

in particular Detective Gordon Katsumoto,

who happens to be my best friend.

Right. I'm gonna call BS,

- Mr. Magnum. - Your Honor?

You see that young man over there?

His name is Josh Healy. He's on trial

for the murder of his girlfriend, Libby Conner.

And he's facing life in prison.

Yes, I'm... I'm aware.

I thought perhaps you didn't hear me,

since you're trying to make a mockery out of my court.

Do you have any idea how many people try

to get out of jury duty?

Probably a lot.

That's an understatement.

And they, like you, will use whatever lame-ass excuse

they think will get them dismissed,

but I can spot a fraud a mile away.

Well, uh, you're right, Your Honor.

I'm sorry. I wasn't being entirely honest.

The truth is, serving

on a jury would be extremely difficult.

Jury duty as an inconvenience

is not a valid reason for dismissal.

Oh, no, that-that's not it.

You see, I'm a private investigator.

And I work in a world where nothing is as it seems, and

no one can be trusted.

The problem, Your Honor... is me.

You see, I just wouldn't be able to determine

the innocence or guilt of a defendant in a courtroom.

Unless I find out the truth myself,

I won't believe it.

Your self-congratulatory

demeanor is repugnant, Magnum.

You lied under oath to be dismissed.

Not exactly. I wouldn't have made a good juror.

That wasn't a lie.

Has anyone ever explained karma to you?

Yeah, I'm not worried.

May I help you?

Yeah. Hi. I'm here to see Thomas Magnum.

My name is Brianna Healy. It's very important.

I saw him in the courtroom this morning,

and I really need to talk to him.

That's the defendant's mother.

Mr. Magnum, what you said in court today about

not believing something that you didn't see for yourself...

That's what I really need right now.

I'm not sure I follow.

I know. I know that Josh didn't kill Libby,

and I want to hire you to prove it.

Karma.

How do you know Josh didn't kill her?

Because Josh is not capable of murder.

And I know what you're thinking.

She's a mother blinded by the love of her child.

She's-she's in denial.

- Of course not. - It does happen.

Please have a seat.

Thank you. Thank you.

Josh was only ten when my husband died,

and it was really rough.

He acted out, he got in trouble,

he drove me crazy, but this.

He just... he just wouldn't do this.

I'm sorry,

but you're our last hope.

Of cou... uh, okay.

I'll t-take the case.

Thank you.

I will work two jobs, I'll do whatever it takes to pay.

No, you mustn't worry.

Magnum will offer his services pro bono.

Of course I will.

Pro bono.

Thank you.

Only there's one more thing.

The district attorney...

he offered Josh

a plea deal for a shorter sentence.

That's standard procedure when they want

to avoid the expense of a trial.

Yeah, but Josh is afraid of going away for life,

so he's planning on taking the deal and pleading guilty.

When?

Tomorrow, before the trial begins.

Mr. Magnum, you have 24 hours to prove my son is innocent.

Seriously, guys,

you're not gonna tell me?

Nope.

Come on. TC?

No, my brother.

- Sham? - Brad, don't be an asshat.

If we tell you, it's not a surprise.

Look, just be there tomorrow, all right, buddy?

All right. This better be worth it.

Trust us. And wear your good legs. Later.

- You think he knows? - What?

That he's getting a new house tomorrow? No way.

Yeah, but he knows that we've been helping build these houses

for vets, and he's a vet.

It doesn't take a detective to figure it out.

Well, he hasn't.

Speaking of detectives, where's Magnum?

Thought he was helping us build today.

He's got a... "case."

Oh, but don't you worry.

He'll show up and take the credit.

Yo, what's going on?

Why are the cops here?

What's going on?

That donated shipment of appliances?

Someone stole them last night.

- All of it? - Yup.

Dishwasher, fridge, microwave, and both TVs.

Those bastards even took my favorite wrench.

There's a special place in hell for somebody

that will steal something that's meant to go to a vet.

You know, when we find them, I'm gonna use Kimo's wrench

to explain that to them.

Okay. Okay, before you go putting together a posse,

why don't we just ask the supplier to donate more?

Wheelchair works wonders.

No, even if he was willing to do that,

it means the next house we build won't get what they need.

He's right. Whoever did this needs to give it all back.

'Cause that's what thieves do.

They always return stuff when you ask.

Damn.

What are you looking for?

That right there.

I'm so glad my security footage came in handy.

What is in this?

Family secret. You like it?

I kind of want to marry it.

Was that weird?

I wouldn't say it's not weird.

There.

Wait, go back.

Yeah, there we go.

Yeah.

Could be appliances, but it's hard to tell.

Yeah, it's too dark to make out the plates.

No worries.

This is my area.

That right there is a Ford Raptor.

Got to be hundreds of those.

Not with a heavy duty rig,

slick rims, and a rear end with duallys.

I can work with that.

I guess Higgins was right about karma,

but I'd never tell her that.

The way I see it, I got two problems.

One, a serious ticking clock.

Two, a mother being sure her kid is innocent

is far from actual proof.

Look, I've been over this.

You're not gonna find anything new.

- How many cases you working right now? - Seven.