Magnum P.I. (2018) s02e07 Episode Script

1 Wait for it.
Wait for it.
Yo, I know I shouldn't be laughing at some poor animal's misfortune, but I can't help myself.
Hey, I-I got a better one, all right? Yeah, look at this.
Uh, be right back.
Maybe we should just let him have his drink in peace.
Yeah, except he's not drinking.
He's letting ice melt into my best Scotch.
We got to try something different.
He needs our help.
Yeah, he just wants to be alone right now, and you ain't got nothing to add to the subject of being dumped.
All right, hang on, pal.
I've been dumped plenty of times, all right? Just through no fault of my own.
Uh, guys, I can hear you.
I'm right here.
Relax, all right? I'm gonna be fine.
Abby and I had a good thing.
Just didn't work out.
All by myself Don't want to be All by my Where's Magnum? I've left four voice mails.
Finally, I just gave up and tracked him here.
Still? Hello, Magnum.
Hey.
You forgetting something? Don't tell me it's your birthday.
Your meeting at the hotel.
Your friend Russell has been calling the house repeatedly.
Oh.
Right.
Yeah, the meeting.
I am totally on it.
Spoiler alert: you're 20 minutes late.
You know what will happen if you continually are late for meetings? Yeah, they're shorter.
Your reputation will suffer.
And as a P.
I Thomas, that is literally all you have.
Okay.
- I feel a pep talk coming on.
- Two things.
First, you don't even like Scotch.
And second how long are you planning on sulking like this? I mean, if your heart was actually broken, you'd be dead.
Thank you.
You're not really good at this, are you? Well, that was harsh, even for you.
Oh, come on, guys.
It's called tough love, okay? Is anyone else going to drink that? What? Look, I know you think you're helping things, but tough love is not what he needs right now.
He's right.
Abby was the first woman since Hannah that Thomas could picture a future with.
This is gonna hurt him for a while.
Hey, Thomas.
Here you go.
This is the master key card.
For the next 48 hours, you are officially the house dick.
Or if you prefer, "head of security.
" I prefer "head of security.
" Come on, let me show you around.
You know, you're a saint for doing this.
What can I say, Russ? When you were getting out of the P.
I.
game and you gave me your Rolodex, I mean literally your entire Rolodex, I've never forgotten that.
Come on, it wasn't worth much.
No, it was.
It got me on my feet.
Hey, well, listen.
Uh, I'm going to be camping with my grandkids, so I may be off the grid for a little bit.
But, uh, it's pretty quiet around here.
I put you in a gorgeous suite, perfect for you and your girlfriend.
Also, I booked you a couples massage, on the house.
Much appreciated.
Don't worry, now.
This place is gonna be a breeze.
It practically runs itself.
Runs itself, yeah.
"Famous last words.
" There he is, pro shop extraordinaire.
Hello, Magnum.
What are you doing here? Staycation.
Staycation? Yeah, my partner's here for a few days, so I thought I'd stay close by in case you needed a hand.
Is that so? Why else would I be here? Because you're worried about me.
I'm sorry? I don't know.
Because of the breakup.
You just want to make sure I'm okay.
Oh, don't flatter yourself.
I wanted a break.
- Excuse me.
Duty calls.
- Mm-hmm.
Hold on.
Let me get that for you.
Oh.
Thank you so much.
You're an angel.
Oh, I try.
I haven't seen you here before.
You new? Very, yes.
Yeah, what do you do? Well, I'm head of security but just for the day.
Filling in for a friend.
Where you from? New York.
You here with family? No.
I'm flying solo, sweetheart.
My husband of 22 years left me for the Pilates instructor.
Sorry to hear that.
Yeah, me, too.
She was a good coach.
Okay.
I think you're dealing with it just fine.
I know.
I am, aren't I? I guess I should be more distraught, but I don't know, it's hard to be sad around here.
I guess I feel kind of hopeful.
So you're still open to the possibility of maybe True love? I sure am.
Oh, I don't know.
If there's one thing I've learned, handsome, it's a hell of a lot easier to dwell in the possibility rather than the regret, huh? I like that.
I'll keep that in mind.
Hey, thanks for this.
Can I buy you a drink for your troubles? I-I'd love to, but I'm on the clock, so how about a rain check? Uh, your name was? Uh, Angela.
Angela Hurst.
Angela Hurst.
Pleasure to meet you.
- Enjoy the rest of your trip.
- I will.
And if you change your mind about that drink or anything else you know where to find me.
I'll see you around, Angela.
Mr.
Magnum, what's your 20? Over.
Doing a sweep of the basement right now.
Uh-oh.
Five-O.
Don't worry, we're on break.
Relax.
I'm not here to bust anyone.
Just filling in for Russell for a couple of days.
How you doing? I'm Donnie.
Donnie.
This is Ryan.
How are you? Is that weed? No, it's medicinal.
Okay.
Hey.
I'm Red, head bellman.
How are you? Red knows everything about everybody.
You want the skinny on this place, Red's your man.
Oh, tell him your Obama story.
Mr.
Magnum, please come to the lobby.
We have a situation.
Rain check on that story, Red.
I'll be right over there.
Yeah.
Somebody stole my wallet.
It-it could've been a professional pickpocket.
Right.
And where were you sitting? In those trunks? Yeah.
So? Kind of have small pockets.
You know, they contract when you sit down, uh, potentially pushing the wallet out.
What's that got to do with? Thank you.
- Did anybody see what happened? - She must have fallen.
Excuse me.
What are you doing here? Filling in for head of security for a couple of days.
And you? - Staycation? - Supposedly.
Either of you see this happen? No.
Nobody did.
Her name's Angela Hurst.
She was in from New York.
Room is actually right up there.
Trajectory matches her balcony.
Looks like a possible suicide.
Ah, I doubt it.
I met her earlier.
She didn't seem at all suicidal.
In fact, just the opposite.
You had one conversation with this woman and you think you know her? Gordon, I'm, you know, a private investigator.
I'm a pretty good judge of people.
Gentlemen? I think I can settle this.
I found defensive bruisings here and here, which indicates a sign of a struggle and is consistent with fighting off an attacker before getting pushed off of a balcony.
Oh, okay.
Kind of like I was saying.
However, while you were correct about this being a homicide, you were wrong about who the victim is.
Her name's not Angela Hurst.
It's Georgia Preston.
And she's from Arizona, not New York.
Georgia Preston.
Why would she pretend to be someone else? Guess you didn't know her as well as you thought.
Ah, feels good to be out, kid.
Man, I was surprised when you called.
I didn't think you were up for parole for another 18 months.
You'd be surprised how far a charming personality will take you.
No, it was overcrowded, and I was at the end of my run with good behavior, so I guess I got lucky.
Yeah, good behavior, huh? You're not happy to see me? You want them to take me back? No, of course I'm happy to see you.
I'm just shocked is all.
Now, what do you want to do first? I know a great food truck.
No, I want, I want to see this joint you bought.
Take me there.
So it turns out Ms.
Preston was an investigative journalist.
According to her editor, her M.
O.
was to go undercover, embed herself in a situation, and find an angle.
If she was using an alias, whatever she was working on could have something to do with the hotel.
It did, but as far as her editor knew, Georgia was still looking for the story.
Or maybe she found the story and that's what got her killed.
So I've just searched Angela's or should I say Georgia's room.
Wait.
You did what? Uh, it's okay, uh, I told her to.
That's a crime scene.
And are those our gloves? Yeah, but as head of security, this is technically my jurisdiction.
- You're kidding, right? - Relax, Detective.
I made sure that absolutely nothing was compromised.
What'd you find? I found evidence of a struggle, I found evidence that Georgia was a very heavy chain-smoker, and perhaps most interestingly, I found this.
It's an SD card.
So? So I found it in the room safe.
Which is pretty curious, don't you think? If it was important enough to be locked up, it could have something to do with the murder.
Right.
There you are.
Room key.
Thanks.
- Oh, your gloves.
- Ah, keep 'em.
Well, it's you Yeah, it's you Oh, I can't tell you how many days inside I wished I was in a place just like this.
Ah, you done good, kid.
You open my eyes Nice touch.
Just give me a minute here.
Yeah.
You all right? Yeah, I'm just getting over a chest infection.
Prison doc said it should clear up in a couple of days.
Huh.
All right.
Riveting.
Are you sure that's the only thing on the SD card? It would appear so.
I don't get it.
It's just some boring aerial footage.
Why would Georgia be interested in this? Follow me.
Yeah, I shot that.
Normally I just get drone footage of guests surfing, but she wanted something different.
Did she say why? Memories? I-I don't know.
All she said was get a detailed flyover of the property, and focus on the east side.
She was staying on the west side.
So whatever Georgia was looking for down here, I don't see it.
Let's split up.
Cover more ground.
Okay.
Hey, you want to just admit it? You came here because you were concerned about me.
Okay, fine.
Maybe a tiny bit.
There you go.
You-you admit, y-you care about my well-being.
I'm touched.
Don't let it go to your head, all right? Don't worry about me.
I'll be fine.
Really? Because, you know, Rick and TC don't seem to think so.
Look, the last relationship I was in, she lied about pretty much everything.
If I could get past that, I think I'll be okay.
What is it? Hey, you said Georgia was a heavy smoker, right? They're the same brand as the ones I found in her room.
She must have been posting up here.
Well, what was she staking out? It's fake.
That's odd.
If there's one thing this island has, it's plants.
So why use fake ones? What is that? I don't know, but it's not on the map.
Hey.
Hey, you guys maintenance? Hotel security.
HPD.
What's your name? Art.
Uh, last name, Art? Friedland.
Mind if we come inside? Hey, man, what for? I - Thanks, Art.
- What? H-Hey.
Hey.
Uh, come on.
Guys, I look, I thought nobody knew about this bungalow.
How long you been in here? Man, I-I don't know.
Um, an hour? Why? Just have a seat, please.
Okay, so if Georgia was interested in this room, and she ends up dead, there's got to be some kind of connection here.
Yeah, and if our friend over there just checked in, it's unlikely that she had any interest in him.
Well, maybe she was looking into whoever was in this room before this guy.
Oh, my God.
Would you mind shutting your legs, please? Looks like the window of a butcher shop.
Sorry.
But, look, how long you guys gonna be here? Hey, come on, guys.
I've got a got a lady friend coming over.
Just sit tight, okay? We're gonna have a look around.
Okay.
Okay.
Shall we? What's with the paper towels in the toilet? Hey, I flushed it once and that's what happened.
Guess somebody had a nosebleed.
What are you doing? Making a black light.
Okay, I'll bite.
Why? I will show you.
That's a lot of blood.
Yeah.
Which means there's been two murders at this hotel.
So what's our thinking? Georgia finds out about the secret room, decides to do a story about it, then starts staking it out, and ends up in close proximity to a murder? Killer sees her when he's coming or going, right? Knows she can I.
D.
him, so he's got to get rid of the one person that can put him at the scene of the crime.
You check to see who was in the room before Art? Guest was registered under the name "Frank Smith," which is obviously an alias.
Any idea who he really was? No, but I think I know someone who may.
Yeah, I know about the secret room.
And? Most of your high-end hotels have off-the-book rooms for special clientele who want to keep their visits on the low.
But ours has history.
Elvis stayed here back in '57, Ol' Blue Eyes came to write songs.
Heck, a couple presidents even laid their heads there.
What about the man who stayed there last? Frank Smith.
You meet him? Yeah, briefly.
And what did he look like? Five-nine-ish, Asian, black hair.
Not much of a tipper.
What's this about anyway? Don't worry about that.
Did you help him with his bags? Uh, yeah.
Guy had a wrist cast, couldn't manage on his own.
What kind of car did he drive? Can't remember.
Valet or self-park? He valeted.
I remember 'cause he asked them to detail it.
All right, thanks.
So, the valet can't describe Frank Smith any better than Red, but get this: after they washed and detailed the car, they gave him his keys back.
And as of this morning, the car's still sitting in the parking lot.
So Frank Smith's gone, but his car's still here? - That's right.
- Mr.
Magnum? We've been looking for you.
You missed your couples massage.
Oh, uh, I'm sorry about that.
No trouble, sir.
Would you and Ms.
Miller care to reschedule? - Oh, I'm - No, we don't need the massage.
- Are you sure? It's quite romantic.
- Yeah.
Complimentary champagne afterwards All good.
Thank you.
Well, if you change your mind, - just let us know.
- I'm not gonna change my mind.
All right, just I don't know give it to, uh, some newlyweds or something.
Thanks.
Abby broke up with him.
Car is registered to a construction company on the mainland.
I'll have my guys look into it.
Hmm.
- Water spots.
- So? So the valet said that the car was cleaned and detailed already.
Which means it was driven after it was cleaned.
Maybe this Frank Smith killed someone and used the car to dump the body.
But why bring the car back? I'd say, if anything, Frank was the vic.
Well, either way, we figure out where this car's been, we can get some more information.
Or maybe even I.
D.
this mysterious Frank Smith.
You find something? It's fresh asphalt.
It rained heavily on the Pali in the last week.
With heavy rains come - Mudslides.
- Which damage the road that needs to be repaved.
With fresh asphalt.
I'll look into any roadwork on the Pali done in the last couple days.
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir, thank you.
Who you talking to? Oh, my parole officer.
I think he just found a place for me to stay.
What are you talking about? You're gonna stay with me.
Ah, it's cool, man, he's got me covered.
Ice, come on, man.
You're family.
You're my family.
You're staying with me, no arguments.
I'll be right back.
Thanks for coming.
Maybe I'm overthinking this, but the last time I saw somebody cough up that much blood was my uncle.
I was nine years old.
Family never talked about it, then one day he just stopped coming by.
Well, I can run this sample for cancer cells, see what I can find.
Thanks.
You sure you don't want to just ask him? I could.
But I don't think he'd tell me the truth.
Thank you.
Hey.
I heard about you and Abby.
Sorry.
Breakups are tough.
Believe me, I've been there.
Thanks, but I'm okay.
You know, that's what I said when my wife and I split.
- Turns out I wasn't.
- Yeah.
We were just getting to know each other.
You know? Situation's a little different.
If you say so.
Gentlemen, found the tire track.
Hang on.
Look at those.
Those other tracks are about the size of suitcase rollers.
Let's see where they lead.
Stay here.
You know we're not gonna do that, right? "A" for effort, though.
Matches the description we've got.
Right down to the wrist cast.
Vic's real name is Johnny Chen.
Has, uh, a record, mostly assaults, couple B and Es.
But most interesting, he has a connection to Tony Zhao.
One of Oahu's favorite crime bosses.
- So this could be a mob hit? - Maybe.
- I'm gonna go talk to Zhao.
- I'll go with you.
Sorry.
This time I'm gonna have to insist that you stay put.
- Why? - Because talking to a suspect is beyond the scope of your temp job as hotel dick.
Besides, Zhao and I have history.
But since I also know that there's no point in telling you to stand down, if you find anything else, call me.
You know, Gordie, I feel like we're really settling into a nice rhythm here.
- I wouldn't say that.
- I'm saying it.
Yeah, but saying it doesn't make it real.
But it feels real, you know? What are you, five years old? See you, Gordon.
Really, Detective, we've been doing this dance for years now.
You've never had enough to arrest me, much less charge me.
So why am I even talking to you? Detective, would you care for some coffee? Forget it, Mia.
He's not staying long enough to drink it.
No, thank you, Mrs.
Zhao.
If you change your mind Hmm.
Nice being married, isn't it? Oh, wait, that's right.
Your wife left you.
One of your guys is dead.
Why don't we focus on that? One of my guys? Just because I've had a few indiscretions doesn't mean I know anyone with a record.
This is bordering on harassment.
Cut the crap.
We know Chen was part of your crew.
We had him talking to you on a wire months ago.
Why do you care so much if one of my guys is on a slab? Truth? I don't.
But someone else may have been killed in connection with this, and solving her murder I do care about.
I'm gonna say this once, then you can get out or I'll throw you out.
I don't know who killed Chen.
I think we're done here now.
By the way, who was it your wife left you for? Oh, that's right, another cop in your unit.
Man, that must've stung.
You at least dating again? Guy like you, civil servant, pulling in mid-five figures.
Oof, you're a real catch.
You forgot to mention my sweet right cross.
You are a supervisor's nightmare.
Unacceptable.
Totally unacceptable.
What's everybody looking at? Get back to work.
What was that all about? I'm off the case.
Why? I may have punched Tony Zhao.
What are you two doing here? Uh, well, we did a deep dive on Chen.
And he must've used a burner, because we checked his cell phone records, couldn't find anything.
No surprise there.
No, but we did find something rather curious in his mobile payment account.
Multiple payments to Red, the head bellman at the Royal Honua.
Sizable amounts, too.
He lied to us.
He definitely knew Chen, and he clearly knows a lot more than he's letting on.
That's great, but Lieutenant Kamila's assigning a new detective.
He ordered me to stand down.
And you just always do what your bosses say? Yes, because that's how it works in the grown-up world where you have a mortgage, car payments and child support.
Which you would know if you had any of those things.
I have expenses.
What? Your tab at La Mariana? Look.
Follow your lead.
By the time the new detective gets up to speed, - it might go cold.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- Bye.
Red, I'm only gonna ask you once.
What was Johnny Chen doing in that suite? He was having an affair.
He wanted to maintain a low profile.
It's the same reason anyone books that room.
An affair with whom? A woman named Mia Zhao.
Zhao.
Any relationship to Tony Zhao? His wife.
Her and Johnny have been banging in that room at least once a week for the past six months.
Including yesterday? I snuck her onto the grounds through a back entrance after I dropped off Johnny's bag.
When was the last time you saw 'em? Uh, I brought over some room service for Johnny a couple hours later, but by then, Mia was gone.
Perhaps Tony found out about the liaisons and killed Johnny.
Yeah, he sneaks out the body, dumps it, comes back, and kills Georgia.
You're kidding.
No, it looks like Tony could be our killer.
Well, if he knew about the affair, he certainly had motive.
Would be nice if we had some hard evidence.
All right, I'm gonna loop my boss in.
Okay, we're gonna find out where Mia Zhao is.
If we're right about Tony, he could be looking to get rid of her next.
He's not here.
Went out on a supply run.
Oh, uh, he left a message with my office, said to meet him here? Yeah, actually that was me.
Sorry for the deception.
Can I talk to you? I don't understand.
Yeah, neither did I at first.
Young gal from the medical examiner's office dropping by in the middle of the day? But then I put it together.
He gave you that napkin with my bloody snot on it, didn't he? Maybe you should talk to Rick about this.
You don't have to bother analyzing it, Doc.
I can tell you exactly what the results are gonna be.
How far along? Stage IV.
I'm sorry.
I made my peace with it.
But I'm not so sure that Rick is gonna be able to.
Which is why I'd like you to not tell him.
You want me to lie to him? - Rick's my friend.
I - I understand.
But I got one foot in the grave.
If he knows it'll wreck him.
Look, he said that you're the closest thing that he has to a father.
Don't you think he has the right to know? You don't know him like I do.
You just got to trust me, Doc.
This is the best way.
I believe that everyone should die on their own terms, but what you're asking of me Wh-Wh-What, what I'm asking you is to just consider it.
That's all.
Please.
Thank you.
Very nice meeting you.
It seems Mia switched her phone off two hours ago, so I can't track her.
Hey, I got a hunch how we can find her.
This is Red.
Hey, it's Magnum.
You said you snuck Mia in through the back entrance, right? How'd you know she was coming? Did she call? Did you text her? Texted me when she got here.
Why? What number she call you from? Give me a sec.
808-555-0137.
That's a different number.
She must have two phones.
Most cheating spouses do.
All right.
- She's in Waimanalo.
- Let's go.
Wait.
Magnum, look at these messages between Mia and Johnny.
"He's acting strange.
I think he knows.
" And then Johnny responds: "No, he doesn't, but I wish he did.
I'm tired of sneaking around.
" He was about to let the cat out of the bag.
What would you do about it if you were Mia? Silence him.
So we may have been looking at this wrong.
Tony didn't kill Johnny.
Mia did.
She's inside.
Good place to lay low.
Safe to say she's either running from her husband - or HPD.
- Or perhaps both.
Turn around! Who are you? Would you believe I'm the hotel dick for the Royal Honua Hotel? - What? - I know, it's kind of crazy.
I tracked you all the way out here.
But you did kill two guests, and it's kind of frowned upon.
I'm sorry, it's just hotel policy.
We're private investigators.
He's just moonlighting at the hotel.
I will take that.
Thank you.
There's a lot of money in there.
A lot of money.
All cash.
I'll split it with you if you let me go.
Your husband's go bag.
Stole it, did we? Must have panicked when Katsumoto paid your husband a visit, huh? Figured it was a matter of time before the walls close in.
Bad boys, bad boys, what you gonna do? - Let's go.
- Come on.
Hey, uh, Gordie, we found Mia.
Good, because we just moved on Tony's house, and he's gone; we don't know where he is.
Also, we're pretty sure Mia's our killer.
Uh, Magnum.
Mia, we need to talk.
Gordie.
Yeah.
I think we found Tony.
Okay, Katsumoto, you better hurry up and get over here.
We are seriously outgunned.
- Oh, my God, how did he find me? - Probably a tracker in the go bag.
Okay, let's split up.
I'm gonna take Mia.
- Give me your phone.
- Why? Just give it to me.
Come on.
Okay, stay down.
Wait here.
Go, go, go, go.
I don't want to work I want to bang on the drum all day Stay down.
I don't want to work I just want to bang on the drum all day.
Hey, honey.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
Drop the gun.
Give me the bag, or I empty her head all over the ground.
Your wife's a killer.
What makes you think holding her gives you any leverage? Look, you-you let her go, you go away for conspiracy to commit murder.
You shoot her, you go away for actual murder.
Plus, the cops are on their way.
You will not get far.
Drop the lead or I She shot me! Relax.
I didn't hit anything vital.
Come on, let's go.
Come on, move along.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Let's move.
- All right, up this way.
- Got it.
Hey, Tony, let me know if you need a recommendation for a good divorce attorney, okay? Everything okay with it? Perfect.
Tastes like freedom.
Strictly juice while I'm working, but I know the feeling.
Ah, I got to run.
Client in ten.
But I'll tell you what.
You really want to know the feeling of freedom? Why don't you come up with me in my chopper sometime? A whirlybird? Yeah.
Yeah, I'd like that.
All right, just pick a date.
All right.
- Later, alligator.
- Later.
Like two ships passing in the night.
He's a great guy.
Oh, yeah, the greatest.
We'll top you off there, pal.
Oh oh, I got to take this.
No, just give me a second.
I'll be right You don't have to answer it.
I know why she's calling.
I talked to her earlier.
All right.
How long? Couple of months.
But you know me.
Unpredictable.
That's why they let you out of prison early, isn't it? I just I don't understand why you wouldn't tell me.
Because there's nothing you can do about it.
It is what it is.
So that's what you're gonna do, you're gonna give up? That's it? Y-You're not gonna fight this thing? Nah, it wouldn't help.
What, buy me a couple of weeks? I'd lose much more than that.
- Like what? - Oh, come on, man.
Tubes and wires and making a big fuss out of me, coming out of No, man.
I'd lose my dignity.
My dignity is my dignity is the only thing I came out of prison with.
Look, Ricky, so I'm gonna ask you to respect my decision.
Anything I can do? Pour yourself one big-ass drink and sit here with me for a while.
I'm gonna enjoy every bit of life I got left, and I want to spend as much time doing it as I can with you.
That I can do, old man.
Hey, Thomas.
Hey.
Well, I guess it wasn't exactly a breeze after all.
No, not exactly.
I'm sorry.
It's not your fault.
Sorry you had to cut your camping trip short.
Oh, that's okay, the grandkids were missing their phones.
Can't unplug for five minutes.
- Yeah.
- Oh Ms.
Preston left this at the front desk.
Thank you.
You take care of yourself, Thomas.
Take care.
Mr.
Magnum, I never got a chance to properly thank you for coming to my rescue.
I'm pretty sure a guy like you already has someone special in their life.
The good ones always seem to get taken.
That's too bad for me, but whoever she is, she's a lucky woman.
What's that? A letter from Georgia.
Must have written it right before she died.
Really? What's it say? That's very kind of her.
Yeah.
She's right, though.
Someday you will make someone very happy.
Thanks, Higgins.
Looks like you got your bags.
We should probably get out of here.
Actually, I was thinking that there is something both you and I could really use right about now.
This was a great idea.
Thank you.
Oh-ho-ho, yeah.
Are you gonna be making those noises the entire time? Well, my back's really sore.
It feels great.
Okay, but could you just control yourself, please? This is supposed to be about peace and serenity.
Copy that.
Magnum? Mm-hmm? I'm sorry I was a little harsh about Abby earlier.
Oh, you were harsh? I hadn't noticed.
I'm being serious.
Well apology accepted.
Hey, Higgy.
Yeah.
Thanks for showing up today.
I really appreciate it.
You're very welcome.
All right, here we go.
Oh, yeah.