Magnum P.I. (2018) s04e10 Episode Script
Dream Lover
Hey, good news.
I found it.
Well, I'm not sure that this is entirely appropriate.
Don't do that.
Do what? Act like this isn't what you wanted.
It was your idea to come out here.
Well, sure.
We're supposed to be working.
Not whatever this is.
Oh, right.
A stakeout.
Precisely.
A stakeout.
Take a look around you.
There's nobody within 100 miles of us.
It's just us.
Here, let me help you with those.
- So, tell me - Uh What are we doing out here? You can keep searching for something you're never gonna find.
Or you can have what's been right here in front of you the whole time.
Sod it.
This is a dream, isn't it? I'm dreaming right now.
Are you okay? How long was I out? Not long.
Pleasant dream? I was having a nightmare.
Uh It's 2:00 a.
m.
Friedman should be here by now.
I don't know, I guess he likes keeping the ladies waiting.
As long as we get these pictures.
I needn't remind you how important this job is.
No, you needn't.
You told me like a dozen times already.
Mia Kang is the top divorce lawyer on this island, which makes her a private investigator's proverbial golden goose.
If we can get evidence that her client's husband is cheating, then she's sure to give us another job.
Plenty more jobs.
Well, if it means staying late night in this car, listening to you talk in your sleep, then I'm all for it.
I was talking in my sleep? Mm.
Oh, heads up.
Here he is.
That's our Jared.
And There's the girlfriend.
You are at my house right now?! Oh, you're kidding.
I mean, why invite your boyfriend over at 2:00 a.
m.
just to have an argument? Fact that he showed up so late might be what set her off.
Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Looks like he's trying to make it up to her.
Come on, lover boy, just tell her what she wants to hear.
Come on, Jared, charm her.
Come on.
You can do it.
That's it.
Yes! Well done, old chap.
Yeah.
There you go, buddy.
Oh.
Good Lord! I mean, close the blinds.
Don't you think? I mean, people could be watching.
How did he get naked so fast? Whoa.
What are they gonna do with that? They're gonna put it somewhere.
Oh! My God.
- I - Well That escalated quickly.
Second double shot of the morning.
Or, as we in the industry call it, a quad.
Must have been one hell of a stakeout.
Ugh, I think I got three hours' sleep last night, if that.
Yeah.
With everything that's been going on in the last couple weeks, I, too, have my share of insomnia.
Hey, let me ask you something.
Uh, you know what's going on with Thomas and Lia? I mean, he hasn't really mentioned her ever since that whole thing with her brother went down.
- Is everything okay with them? - Uh, honestly, I'm not sure.
I mean, I know that HPD put her on leave and since then she's been kind of distant.
And Thomas I think he wants to be there for her, but it's complicated.
I mean, he was kind of blindsided by the whole thing.
I can imagine.
Speak of the devil.
I'll have what she's having.
One quad, coming up.
About time, Thomas.
I assume you're late because you were emailing Ms.
Kang the photos - from last night's stakeout? - Nope.
Actually, I got 'em right here.
Figured I'd hand-deliver them.
You know, a little face time might go a long way in securing us more business.
Plus, I overslept, which is why I had to rush to get over here in time for this meeting.
Don't rub it in.
I hardly had a wink.
Really? That's unfortunate, because, uh, you didn't get a chance to revisit that dream you had last night, which I understand was quite good.
I'm not going to tell you about my dream, Thomas.
- All right? So drop it.
- Oh, you don't have to.
I-I got the gist of it.
Anyway, we're gonna have to table that because our client has arrived.
So, why don't you tell us how we can help you, Emily? I recently moved to Hawaii.
It's been about three or four months now, and I love it here.
But, well meeting people hasn't exactly been easy.
Which is probably why I can't stop thinking about this experience I had yesterday morning.
I was at my regular coffee shop I like to bring a book and read there.
But it's also nice to get out and talk to people.
Even if that's not always so easy.
- Oh! - I am so sorry.
It's okay.
Don't worry about it.
I should probably start looking where I'm going.
I should probably stop carrying half my worldly possessions in my purse.
Well, uh, can I make it up to you at least? Can, um, can I buy you a muffin? Oh, so much sugar in those things.
I-I mean, I just, I feel like the muffin is just a socially acceptable way of eating cake for breakfast.
Yep.
Fair point.
Fair point.
Yeah, I'll take a muffin.
Takes a a special kind of laziness to misspell the name Michael.
Oh, no, no.
They got it right.
That's how it's spelled.
Anna-lee? - Annalee? - Uh, um No, actually, it's, um, Emily.
The girl who takes the orders misheard my name once, and I just I didn't have the heart to correct her.
So, what do you do for work, Emily? He wanted to know everything about me Where I was from, what I did, what my interests were, what kind of books I read.
And the conversation just flowed so easily.
But then, out of nowhere, he checked his watch and Oh, I am, I am so sorry.
I just remembered that I have an appointment to get to.
Oh.
Okay.
But it was really great meeting you, Emily.
Um Goodbye.
Yeah, uh, bye.
Of course, I tried looking him up on social media, but he doesn't seem to have a public profile.
So, you would like our help to find him? I know how crazy this sounds, but I felt like I had a real connection to Mikal.
And that kind of thing is rare.
And I just know that it will eat at me if I don't at least try to find him.
So can you help me? Soon as we have some information, we'll let you know.
Thank you.
I appreciate that.
Um, oh, you should know that I already asked around at the coffee shop, and nobody there recognized Mikal based on the description I provided.
I even managed to convince the manager to look at credit card receipts.
But it seems like - Mikal paid cash.
- Well, that is impressive.
Are you sure you even need our help? I read a lot of detective novels.
Yeah.
Well, we'll be in touch, Emily.
Okay.
Okay, so, Emily already looked into any possible leads from the coffee shop, so we may actually have our work cut out for us.
I found him.
What? How? Well, it turns out that there are only six people on this island with a first name spelled M-I-K-A-L.
Two of them are women, and, of the four men, only one of them was born between 1985 and 1990, making him the age that Emily approximated.
That was fast.
I mean, she's probably in the parking lot.
I'm gonna go get her.
Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Uh, that might be a little premature.
So, this man, Mikal Cisco, doesn't have a driver's license.
So there's no photo online by which we can her to confirm that it's the correct guy.
Okay, so when you said you found him, what you meant to say was you think you found him.
I'm pretty certain it's him.
And, luckily, Mr.
Cisco has a local address in Mokapu, so we can just swing by and clap eyes on Prince Charming in the flesh.
Okay, it's Mia Kang.
So her client doesn't even want to see the photographs, but she does want us to serve her husband with divorce papers today.
Well, I guess we'll just have to divide and conquer.
I'll follow this lead, and you can serve the papers.
Oh, okay.
You get to do the fun stuff, while I go chasing down some dirtbag to serve him divorce paper? Well, one of us has to serve the papers, Thomas.
Hey, Rick.
Really, Thomas? It's nothing he can't handle.
What's up? Okay, so we're in a bit of a bind here.
The case that we're working on really requires both of us, and we also have to serve papers for a client today.
You think you can help us out? So, you want me to take time away from my business to help you run yours? It's only gonna take an hour of your time.
Plus, I'll make it worth your while.
Oh.
How so? If you serve the papers for us, I will pay my bar tab in full by closing tonight.
Well, that is one hell of an offer, my friend.
Let me just make sure I have all the deal points straight.
So, I take my valuable time to help you serve this summons.
In exchange for doing you this favor, you pay me back the money that you already owe me? Yes.
But think about how long it'll take for me to pay you back otherwise.
- Hmm? - Deal.
I actually think it's romantic Emily's willing to take a big swing like this.
I mean, we all know what it's like to regret not pursuing somebody you were interested in.
Sounds like there's a bit of a story there.
Virginia Beach.
Summer of '96.
I was playing Putt-Putt with some friends, and I saw the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.
We made small talk, and I didn't get her number, though.
It haunted me for the rest of the summer.
I mean, I must have gone back like a dozen times hoping I'd run into her, but I never did.
I did, however, sink a hole-in-one at the windmill.
Now it's funny, every time I see a cute redhead, I still think of this girl.
That's rather sweet.
What about you? You have a missed connection story? You know, somebody you couldn't quite make it work out with? Uh No.
I don't think I do.
Come on.
There's got to be somebody you secretly pined for.
Even if it was just in a dream.
You know what? That's enough.
Why do you keep harassing me about a stupid dream? All right, look, I-I'm going to tell you something, and your first instinct is gonna be to get embarrassed, but you don't have to be ashamed.
You may have said my name in your sleep last night.
Several times and in a very suggestive manner.
Fine.
Okay, I had a dream about you.
It was a sexy dream.
So? How was I? I said sexy dream, Thomas.
Not sex dream.
It was strictly PG.
Ah, it was at least PG-13, if you ask me.
Look, I'm-I'm kidding, all right? I-It was just a dream.
Plus, you just broke up with Ethan.
It's been a couple months, and, you know, people have needs.
Throw in how much time we spend together, and, uh, it's kind of natural I would pop up in a dream like that.
So you've had those kind of dreams about me? No.
Great.
Great.
I didn't think this could get any more embarrassing, but I see now that it can, so thank you for that.
Emily described Mikal as well-dressed and educated.
Well, not what I expected.
Ah.
Huge waste of time.
No, I'm just gonna check if it's unlocked.
I mean, if there's a photo in there of Cisco, we can check with Emily whether or not it's the right guy.
Save us coming back.
I can't believe that I'm the one who has to tell you why breaking and entering is not a great idea.
You do it all the time.
Yeah, but when I do it, there's a sense of urgency.
Under these circumstances not so much.
You satisfied? No.
Let's go and check the back door.
See if there are any open windows.
All right.
Hey, Higgy, uh, check out the garden.
It appears this Mikal Cisco likes to cultivate a little marijuana.
Oh, yeah.
Hey.
Can I help you guys with something? Sorry, we are private investigators and we're actually looking for a man named Mikal Cisco, but clearly we're in the wrong place.
I'm Mikal Cisco.
You're Mikal Cisco? Uh-huh.
Well, if that's the case, then we definitely have the wrong man.
Sorry about that, but, uh, we'll just be on our way.
Oh, you're not going anywhere.
You guys are trespassing on my property.
What'd you see? Sorry.
But as my partner said, I think we'll just be leaving.
And, uh, don't worry about us reporting your little grow operation.
Whilst it's most definitely illegal, I'm pretty sure nobody cares.
What the hell did he get me into? Who exactly are you referring to? A few months back, I was picking up my disability check, this guy walks up to me and says if I let him use my identity to get some job he's trying to score, the checks will come here and I can just cash them.
Salary was two times what I normally get from the state.
I figured it was a no-brainer.
Although in retrospect, I should've known that something bad was gonna happen.
Is there anything else you can tell us about this guy? Yeah.
He was six-one.
Brown hair.
Slender face.
The description he gave matches what Emily said.
Yeah, but why would that guy assume Mikal's identity to get a job for which he would never get paid? Would it be possible to see one of those checks that you've been given? Sure.
I was actually gonna go to the check cashing place later this afternoon.
Great.
Polaris Industrial Products.
I don't understand.
It's a lot to digest, I know.
But it appears as though the man you met, whoever he might be, started working at Polaris six weeks ago, shortly after assuming this Mikal Cisco's identity.
It's a biotech firm that's right around the corner from the coffee shop.
But why would he lie about who he is? Well, our best guess is that he's either pulling some kind of con, or he's a corporate spy after valuable secrets.
Either way, you'd probably be best advised to stop looking for him.
And forget you ever met him.
Yeah, at least now you can move on knowing that wasn't meant to be.
You didn't meet him.
I did.
And I think I would have been able to tell if he was that kind of person.
There's got to be some other explanation, and I need to know what it is.
Uh, you want us to continue looking for him? If anything, what you've said only makes me more intrigued.
Plus, this is the most exciting thing that's happened to me in years.
If that's what you want.
Okay.
I mean, in addition to now knowing where he works, we have his photo from his personnel file and a cell phone number, so actually it shouldn't take us long to find out his real identity.
That's great.
Thank you.
It's Rick.
Oh, right.
Emily, I'll walk you out.
Okay.
See you, Emily.
Don't tell me you already served those papers? Oh, I wish.
I'm outside the Friedman guy's girlfriend's house right now.
His car is parked in the driveway.
I know he's in the house, but he hasn't come out yet.
Okay, well, the best advice I can give you is to sit tight.
You know, serving a summons is a game of patience.
Yeah, but that is not something I have a whole lot of right now.
I'm gonna be honest, I drank a bunch of coffee and Red Bull before I got here.
I got to go to the bathroom badly.
Yeah.
It's a rookie move.
Caffeinated drinks are your enemy.
Wide-mouth bottles are your friend.
Okay, I'm afraid to ask the reason for that.
Well, because in a pinch, you can use a wide-mouth bottle as a makeshift urinal.
Yeah, I thought you'd say that.
Look, I-I don't have time for this.
I got to go up and knock on this guy's door - and serve him.
- What if he doesn't answer? I'll just wing it.
Okay, but I feel like I have to warn you.
You only get one chance to shoot your shot.
'Cause once the defendant knows you're onto him, it's a lot harder to serve those papers.
Okay, well, you should know, I don't have any wide-mouth bottles in the car right now, and I'm not about to try my luck with a soda can.
Okay.
All right, this won't be awkward at all.
"Um, hi, you're served.
" Ah.
"Can I use the restroom?" Okay, I think, uh, that should work.
I don't care.
Hi.
Oh, hi.
Uh, is Jared Friedman home? Who's asking? Orville Wright, esquire.
I represent the estate of his distant uncle.
And we're trying to locate Jared so he can claim his inheritance.
Nice try.
What are you serving him for? - Divorce.
- Ah.
- About time.
Come on in.
- Yeah.
Jared's just in the shower.
Uh, you want to have a seat? Uh Yes, thank you.
Can I get you some water while you wait? Oh, no.
Oh, no.
I am plenty hydrated, thank you.
So How long have you and Jared been dating? You mean how long has he been sneaking around on his wife with me? Going on about two years now.
Which is about as long as he's been saying he's gonna leave her.
But He's too cheap to spring for the divorce.
Ah, well, it does seem like somebody's done the work for him.
Maybe now he'll get a job.
Yeah.
He always going on about how he's this big feminist, how he's so proud of me and my really great career.
- Mm-hmm.
- And really he's just sponging off me.
Oh, and don't get me started about the way he dresses.
I mean, I get it, he's self-conscious about his bald spot.
But the fedora, it was not cool even when it was in style.
And that was 100 years ago.
Don't knock the fedora.
But h-how long do you think he's gonna be in there? He was never in there.
I was distracting you while he snuck out.
Unbelievable.
Sorry.
He put me up to it.
I really don't know why I stay with him.
Hey, that's the bathroom! I know! Rick ran into a little snafu serving those papers.
Snafu? His words.
Huh.
Shocking that that is not going as smoothly as you predicted.
In other news, I've just gained access to the city's traffic cam system.
So, there's a red light camera on Punchbowl and Queen Street.
That's right where the coffee shop is.
Exactly.
Now, we know that Mikal arrived at the coffee shop shortly after 9:00 a.
m.
, so he should be arriving in frame any moment.
Right there.
There he is.
He keeps looking over his shoulder.
Like he thinks he's being followed.
Must be why he went into the coffee shop.
He was trying to get off the street.
Okay.
I'm gonna jump forward to when he leaves.
Should be about 40 minutes later.
There he goes, but he still looks like he's worried he's being followed.
Are there any other cameras you can pick him up on? Yeah.
Looks like he turned onto South Street.
Who are those men? Don't know, but that guy just flashed something inside his jacket.
And I'm gonna guess it's not a designer label.
No.
Safe bet is it's a gun.
Well, it seems like our mystery man - was right to be nervous.
- Yeah.
Whoever he was running from, looks like they just caught up to him.
Anything on that forensics report? Hey.
I'd ask "to what do I owe the pleasure?" But you guys are nothing if not predictable.
What do you need? Well, we actually have something we think you'd be interested to see.
We think this man was abducted yesterday.
We ran the plates, it came back as a company vehicle, registered to Polaris Industrial.
We dug a little deeper and were able to identify these guys as Polaris's corporate security.
Their names are Tommy Alvarez and Shane Whelan.
They used to work for HPD.
- Ever hear of them? - I have, in fact.
Shane Whelan's my former partner.
You mean that partner? That's the one.
To be clear, we're talking about the guy that Slept with my ex-wife, broke up our marriage.
Right.
Got it.
I'm actually not surprised to hear Whelan took a job in the private sector.
Guy was always chasing after the quick buck, taking on security and body guarding gigs.
He also had a reputation for playing things fast and loose.
Put a bunch of our cases in jeopardy, failing to follow protocol.
If he didn't play by the book when he was with HPD, I'd hate to see what he's capable of now that he's a corporate rent-a-cop.
The man being put in the car is Mikal Cisco.
We tried pinging his phone, but it was powered off shortly after Whelan picked him up yesterday morning, and it hasn't been turned back on since.
Tell you what.
You guys keep looking for this Cisco guy.
I'll pay Whelan a visit, see what he has to say.
You sure about that? Yeah.
I'm actually looking forward to it.
Gordon.
Good to see you.
Can I get you something? Coffee? Water? I'm good.
Great.
How's Beth? Wouldn't know.
Not married to her anymore.
So I heard.
I hate to think I had something to do with that.
No, I managed to screw that up all on my own.
I'm looking into one of your employees, a Mikal Cisco.
Maybe you can tell me why Polaris security picked him up off the street yesterday.
Because we found out he isn't Mikal Cisco.
Yesterday, I got a call from HR.
Seems someone was processing payroll and discovered Cisco wasn't who he claimed to be.
There were also concerns that he was in possession of company property, so we brought him back to the office, searched him, confiscated his belongings and revoked his credentials.
And you didn't think to call the police? We felt it was better handled internally.
Right.
Thing is, the guy's phone was powered off right around the time he was picked up.
Still hasn't been turned back on.
Now, that seems to imply he might be in some kind of danger.
Once we were sure he wasn't in possession of company property, he was fired and shown the door.
As for what happened to him next, your guess is as good as mine.
I'm gonna need you to hand over any possessions this man left behind, including everything that was on his desk or in his office.
Gordon.
You may have a badge.
I've got an army of the most expensive lawyers on the island.
Lawyers who can make your life very difficult.
So, you sure you want to go down that road? Your company is under no obligation to press charges.
But identity theft is still a crime, as is tax evasion.
That's a warrant.
Have someone box up those belongings for me right now.
Oh, and I'll take that coffee.
All right, man.
What you got going on now? Well, I don't have to tell you.
The secret to pulling off a tactical op is all in the planning.
Okay, I'll bite.
What's the op? Okay.
I found out this Jared guy is playing in his regular pickup game this afternoon at Kanewai Park.
That's where I'm gonna serve him.
A wide-open space like that? He'll see you coming from a mile away.
That's what I'm counting on.
All right.
This is Jared.
This is me.
And what's that? That's hot sauce.
- Okay.
- Okay.
So, Jared's playing hoops right here.
I approach him from this direction.
He sees me.
Takes off running towards Dole Street.
And that's where you come in.
You just said that was hot sauce.
Honestly, I was gonna use the pepper, but I thought it might come off like a race thing.
I didn't want to offend you.
Yeah.
The only thing that offends me is your stupidity.
So, what's my part in this plan of yours? You still friends with that cabbie? What you got going on, man? Foul.
You all saw that, right? Yeah.
You all saw it.
Yoo-hoo, Jared.
Hey! Hey! Just drive.
Please.
Go, go, go.
Step on it.
Tootles.
- Jared Friedman? - Huh? Congratulations, homeboy.
You've been served.
Not a chance.
What the hell?! This guy really doesn't want to get divorced.
Unbelievable.
He's more slippery than, uh I don't know, but something very slippery.
Can I make a suggestion? Please do.
Look, given how tricky this guy is, you might want to change your strategy.
Okay.
It's like Grandmama used to say: "You catch more bees with honey.
" Wait, hang on.
Don't bees make honey? Isn't the phrase "You catch more flies with honey"? Eh, Grandmama wasn't all there, especially in the end, but you get my point.
Yeah.
I get it.
I don't get it.
Katsumoto.
We found where Mikal Cisco's been staying.
GPS data from his phone shows it regularly pinged at a motel in Waimalu.
But unfortunately, no one there has seen him since he left for work yesterday morning.
Yeah, I got some news myself.
I pulled a print off the personal effects Polaris security turned over, got a hit.
Now, your guy's real name is Mason Adams.
He's in the system for trespassing and unlawful assembly.
Seems he was charged for protesting outside Polaris's mainland office in Emeryville, California.
- Do we know what he was protesting? - Yeah.
Polaris was accused of selling an herbicide that was cancerous.
Now, Mason's sister was among the victims, and he was part of a class action suit against the company.
But the lawsuit and subsequent appeals were all unsuccessful.
It seems we've got this guy all wrong.
He's not a corporate spy.
He blames Polaris for his sister's death.
Yeah, and now he's trying to take down the company.
Mason was one of the first plaintiffs to join the class action suit.
He was also instrumental in getting other families to sign on.
And throughout it all The trials and appeals, all the setbacks He never gave up trying to get justice for his sister.
Did you have any idea that Mason was in Hawaii, and that he'd got a job at the Polaris offices here, by assuming someone else's identity? I didn't.
We actually, uh, lost touch shortly after the last appeal failed.
Then last week, he called me out of the blue.
Said that he was about to come into possession of the evidence that we needed.
Do you know what he was referring to specifically? No, but I can guess.
Our legal team has multiple sources on record saying that Polaris knew that their herbicide was carcinogenic and that it was killing people.
But despite securing discovery requests for tens of thousands of internal documents, we were never able to get the hard evidence that we needed.
So, that's what he was after.
Those internal documents.
If they existed anywhere, it would be in Hawaii.
At Polaris's worldwide headquarters.
Well, thank you for your time.
If we have any more information, we'll let you know.
Please do.
So, Mason was smart to use Mikal Cisco's identity.
Any connection to his sister would have raised red flags when he applied for that job.
Yeah, but something still tipped them off to the fact that Mason wasn't who he said he was.
Mason told the lawyer he was about to come into possession of evidence that they needed, right? What if he actually got it? I mean, maybe that's why he was so concerned about being followed after he left the office yesterday morning.
Big corporations like Polaris, they keep all their documents digitally.
So, if Mason downloaded something, there would be a record of it on the server log.
Is there any way to hack in and find out? Actually, I'm already in.
Okay.
What am I looking at? Look.
Right here.
Mason's credentials were used to download files at 9:07 yesterday morning.
That's less than 20 minutes before he met Emily.
Okay, so after years of searching, he finally has the evidence he needs.
And instead of calling his lawyer or racing home to email the files, he goes into a coffee shop and has a friendly conversation with a cute girl? It does seem strange, but you have to remember he was concerned about being followed, right? Maybe he was just trying to lay low.
Emily said that when she first met Mason, he accidentally knocked her purse to the ground.
- I am so sorry.
- That's okay.
It's okay.
Maybe it wasn't an accident at all.
What if he staged that meeting in order to drop those files into her purse? Well, that's why he asked her so many questions.
So he can track her down when he was certain it was safe.
Except there was no later.
Not if Polaris security is still holding him and trying to figure out what happened to those files.
And if they get him to talk, then Emily's in danger.
Voice mail again.
Just keep trying.
You okay? Yeah.
What happened? Well, they stormed inside and kept asking me if I had what Mikal gave me.
I told them I had no idea what they were talking about.
That he-he didn't give me anything.
Other than a-a fake name, apparently.
And then they tied me up and started tearing up the place.
Where's the purse that you had at the coffee shop yesterday? Oh, uh, y-yeah.
It's right here.
- Got it.
- Right.
Now we just need to figure out where they're holding Mason.
Who? There's a lot that we have to catch you up on.
All right, the guy you met at the coffee shop yesterday, he had a target on his back.
That's why he put this SD card in your bag.
So He used me? Yes, but only because he was cornered, and he felt he had no other option.
He didn't tell them he put the SD card in your purse because they would've known to check there.
My guess is that they retraced his steps and figured out that you were the last person he had contact with at the coffee shop.
Oh.
Wow.
Uh, that is, uh, a lot to take in.
I just checked his cell phone.
He texted Whelan ten minutes ago to say that they couldn't find anything and they needed help.
So, Whelan is on his way? No, he's already here.
Grab him.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on.
Well, the good news is, he brought Mason to us.
Yes.
But, unfortunately, he also brought plenty of backup.
Katsumoto says that HPD is en route, but the closest unit is still ten minutes away.
Okay.
Let's, uh, assess the situation.
The good news is, we have guns.
Yeah, but the bad news is, we're still outnumbered two to one.
If we try to hold off Whelan and his men until HPD get here, things could get very ugly very fast.
I think I have an idea.
Sorry, Shane.
Your boy can't make it to the phone right now.
Oh, you must be the P.
I.
who's trying to track down Mason.
And you're Shane Whelan, former HPD, current head of security for Polaris Industrial.
Now that we got the introductions out of the way, let's talk about how we're gonna resolve this situation.
Yeah, it's pretty simple, really.
You have 30 seconds to come out the front door, lay down any weapons you have, and then we're coming in.
Mr.
Adams here is gonna show us exactly where he hid those files.
I'm sorry, but, uh, I can't agree to those terms.
Here's my counter.
The way I see it, we both have something of value.
You have Mason, and we have the stolen files.
So, how about this? Just a one-to-one exchange.
Everyone wins, no one gets hurt.
Deal.
But you try anything and Well, you know what happens to him.
Understood.
N-No.
You can't give it to them! Situation's too dangerous.
It's the only way.
And I believe these two also belong to you.
Leave him.
Come on.
I'm so sorry for dragging you into this.
I was desperate.
And you looked like a kind person.
Someone I could trust.
I understand.
At least, I think I do.
Th-This is a lot to, um wrap my head around, honestly.
I was so close.
I had the evidence.
You mean, uh Talking about this evidence? Wha? If these are the stolen files, what did you just give Whelan? What the hell? Gentlemen, I apologize if this is a bad time.
But unfortunately you're all under arrest.
You know the drill, Shane.
It's a good thing you have all those expensive lawyers.
You're gonna need them.
With the charges I'm facing, I'll be out in under six months.
Maybe, but if the prisoners you're inside with find out you're an ex-cop, six months is gonna feel like a long time.
Thank you.
Hey, a customer just showed up with this coupon.
"Come enjoy a free meal for two and bottomless Mai Tais"? Who's this guy trying to fool? This looks like somebody made it with limited knowledge of Microsoft Word.
Actually, I think I did a pretty good job.
- You did this? - Yeah.
I was just following your advice.
Or Granny's, rather.
Mm-hmm.
Welcome to La Mariana.
Your server will be right with you.
Oh, wait.
You just got served.
Okay.
You got me.
Now, if you don't mind, my girlfriend and I are trying to enjoy our dinner.
Oh, no, I-I don't think you understand.
There is no dinner.
It was all a trap.
That coupon that you brought It's fake.
Not real.
I made it up.
It's a trap.
I own this place.
You told me you were treating me to a special dinner.
Babe We only came here because you had a coupon? We are done.
For real this time.
You know what? First round's on me.
Yep.
Hey.
There you are.
Thought you might want to hear.
Rick was finally able to get the summons served.
Told Mia Kang, and she was very pleased.
Said she had some more work to send our way.
Well, that's great news.
Agreed.
But now I have to go to La Mariana, and close out my tab.
Gordie's gonna meet me for a drink if you want to join.
Oh, thanks for the invite.
I'm still really tired from the stakeout.
I'm just gonna finish this glass and go to bed.
Fair enough.
Ha! Good.
So, you've run out of dream jokes, then? No, no.
I figured you've, uh, taken enough abuse for one day.
Besides, I meant what I said.
I-It doesn't mean anything.
It's just a random sex dream.
It's not a sex dream, Magnum.
Okay, well, the point is, you don't have to feel weird about it, all right? Doesn't mean anything.
I don't, and I agree completely.
I'll see you later.
Hi, Dr.
Ogawa.
It's, uh, Juliet Higgins.
And I was wondering if I could come in and see you this week.
Something's come up.
Uh Well I had that dream again.
Is this seat taken? Um, it's not.
And you don't even have to knock over my purse to claim it.
Well, thank you.
And, uh thanks again for agreeing to meet me.
I see they got your name right this time.
Her name was Kate.
My sister.
She helped run the family farm while I went away to school.
I guess I never thought it was fair that, uh, I got a degree and she got cancer.
So I promised myself that I would do everything I could to hold Polaris accountable for what they did to her.
Well, you accomplished that.
So, uh, what's next? I don't know.
But I do know that there's nothing waiting for me on the mainland.
Which is why I was thinking of staying in Hawaii for a while.
See how I like it here.
I'm really glad that you decided to track me down, Emily.
Yeah.
Me, too.
So, tell me more about you.
I found it.
Well, I'm not sure that this is entirely appropriate.
Don't do that.
Do what? Act like this isn't what you wanted.
It was your idea to come out here.
Well, sure.
We're supposed to be working.
Not whatever this is.
Oh, right.
A stakeout.
Precisely.
A stakeout.
Take a look around you.
There's nobody within 100 miles of us.
It's just us.
Here, let me help you with those.
- So, tell me - Uh What are we doing out here? You can keep searching for something you're never gonna find.
Or you can have what's been right here in front of you the whole time.
Sod it.
This is a dream, isn't it? I'm dreaming right now.
Are you okay? How long was I out? Not long.
Pleasant dream? I was having a nightmare.
Uh It's 2:00 a.
m.
Friedman should be here by now.
I don't know, I guess he likes keeping the ladies waiting.
As long as we get these pictures.
I needn't remind you how important this job is.
No, you needn't.
You told me like a dozen times already.
Mia Kang is the top divorce lawyer on this island, which makes her a private investigator's proverbial golden goose.
If we can get evidence that her client's husband is cheating, then she's sure to give us another job.
Plenty more jobs.
Well, if it means staying late night in this car, listening to you talk in your sleep, then I'm all for it.
I was talking in my sleep? Mm.
Oh, heads up.
Here he is.
That's our Jared.
And There's the girlfriend.
You are at my house right now?! Oh, you're kidding.
I mean, why invite your boyfriend over at 2:00 a.
m.
just to have an argument? Fact that he showed up so late might be what set her off.
Oh, oh, oh.
Oh, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Looks like he's trying to make it up to her.
Come on, lover boy, just tell her what she wants to hear.
Come on, Jared, charm her.
Come on.
You can do it.
That's it.
Yes! Well done, old chap.
Yeah.
There you go, buddy.
Oh.
Good Lord! I mean, close the blinds.
Don't you think? I mean, people could be watching.
How did he get naked so fast? Whoa.
What are they gonna do with that? They're gonna put it somewhere.
Oh! My God.
- I - Well That escalated quickly.
Second double shot of the morning.
Or, as we in the industry call it, a quad.
Must have been one hell of a stakeout.
Ugh, I think I got three hours' sleep last night, if that.
Yeah.
With everything that's been going on in the last couple weeks, I, too, have my share of insomnia.
Hey, let me ask you something.
Uh, you know what's going on with Thomas and Lia? I mean, he hasn't really mentioned her ever since that whole thing with her brother went down.
- Is everything okay with them? - Uh, honestly, I'm not sure.
I mean, I know that HPD put her on leave and since then she's been kind of distant.
And Thomas I think he wants to be there for her, but it's complicated.
I mean, he was kind of blindsided by the whole thing.
I can imagine.
Speak of the devil.
I'll have what she's having.
One quad, coming up.
About time, Thomas.
I assume you're late because you were emailing Ms.
Kang the photos - from last night's stakeout? - Nope.
Actually, I got 'em right here.
Figured I'd hand-deliver them.
You know, a little face time might go a long way in securing us more business.
Plus, I overslept, which is why I had to rush to get over here in time for this meeting.
Don't rub it in.
I hardly had a wink.
Really? That's unfortunate, because, uh, you didn't get a chance to revisit that dream you had last night, which I understand was quite good.
I'm not going to tell you about my dream, Thomas.
- All right? So drop it.
- Oh, you don't have to.
I-I got the gist of it.
Anyway, we're gonna have to table that because our client has arrived.
So, why don't you tell us how we can help you, Emily? I recently moved to Hawaii.
It's been about three or four months now, and I love it here.
But, well meeting people hasn't exactly been easy.
Which is probably why I can't stop thinking about this experience I had yesterday morning.
I was at my regular coffee shop I like to bring a book and read there.
But it's also nice to get out and talk to people.
Even if that's not always so easy.
- Oh! - I am so sorry.
It's okay.
Don't worry about it.
I should probably start looking where I'm going.
I should probably stop carrying half my worldly possessions in my purse.
Well, uh, can I make it up to you at least? Can, um, can I buy you a muffin? Oh, so much sugar in those things.
I-I mean, I just, I feel like the muffin is just a socially acceptable way of eating cake for breakfast.
Yep.
Fair point.
Fair point.
Yeah, I'll take a muffin.
Takes a a special kind of laziness to misspell the name Michael.
Oh, no, no.
They got it right.
That's how it's spelled.
Anna-lee? - Annalee? - Uh, um No, actually, it's, um, Emily.
The girl who takes the orders misheard my name once, and I just I didn't have the heart to correct her.
So, what do you do for work, Emily? He wanted to know everything about me Where I was from, what I did, what my interests were, what kind of books I read.
And the conversation just flowed so easily.
But then, out of nowhere, he checked his watch and Oh, I am, I am so sorry.
I just remembered that I have an appointment to get to.
Oh.
Okay.
But it was really great meeting you, Emily.
Um Goodbye.
Yeah, uh, bye.
Of course, I tried looking him up on social media, but he doesn't seem to have a public profile.
So, you would like our help to find him? I know how crazy this sounds, but I felt like I had a real connection to Mikal.
And that kind of thing is rare.
And I just know that it will eat at me if I don't at least try to find him.
So can you help me? Soon as we have some information, we'll let you know.
Thank you.
I appreciate that.
Um, oh, you should know that I already asked around at the coffee shop, and nobody there recognized Mikal based on the description I provided.
I even managed to convince the manager to look at credit card receipts.
But it seems like - Mikal paid cash.
- Well, that is impressive.
Are you sure you even need our help? I read a lot of detective novels.
Yeah.
Well, we'll be in touch, Emily.
Okay.
Okay, so, Emily already looked into any possible leads from the coffee shop, so we may actually have our work cut out for us.
I found him.
What? How? Well, it turns out that there are only six people on this island with a first name spelled M-I-K-A-L.
Two of them are women, and, of the four men, only one of them was born between 1985 and 1990, making him the age that Emily approximated.
That was fast.
I mean, she's probably in the parking lot.
I'm gonna go get her.
Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Uh, that might be a little premature.
So, this man, Mikal Cisco, doesn't have a driver's license.
So there's no photo online by which we can her to confirm that it's the correct guy.
Okay, so when you said you found him, what you meant to say was you think you found him.
I'm pretty certain it's him.
And, luckily, Mr.
Cisco has a local address in Mokapu, so we can just swing by and clap eyes on Prince Charming in the flesh.
Okay, it's Mia Kang.
So her client doesn't even want to see the photographs, but she does want us to serve her husband with divorce papers today.
Well, I guess we'll just have to divide and conquer.
I'll follow this lead, and you can serve the papers.
Oh, okay.
You get to do the fun stuff, while I go chasing down some dirtbag to serve him divorce paper? Well, one of us has to serve the papers, Thomas.
Hey, Rick.
Really, Thomas? It's nothing he can't handle.
What's up? Okay, so we're in a bit of a bind here.
The case that we're working on really requires both of us, and we also have to serve papers for a client today.
You think you can help us out? So, you want me to take time away from my business to help you run yours? It's only gonna take an hour of your time.
Plus, I'll make it worth your while.
Oh.
How so? If you serve the papers for us, I will pay my bar tab in full by closing tonight.
Well, that is one hell of an offer, my friend.
Let me just make sure I have all the deal points straight.
So, I take my valuable time to help you serve this summons.
In exchange for doing you this favor, you pay me back the money that you already owe me? Yes.
But think about how long it'll take for me to pay you back otherwise.
- Hmm? - Deal.
I actually think it's romantic Emily's willing to take a big swing like this.
I mean, we all know what it's like to regret not pursuing somebody you were interested in.
Sounds like there's a bit of a story there.
Virginia Beach.
Summer of '96.
I was playing Putt-Putt with some friends, and I saw the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.
We made small talk, and I didn't get her number, though.
It haunted me for the rest of the summer.
I mean, I must have gone back like a dozen times hoping I'd run into her, but I never did.
I did, however, sink a hole-in-one at the windmill.
Now it's funny, every time I see a cute redhead, I still think of this girl.
That's rather sweet.
What about you? You have a missed connection story? You know, somebody you couldn't quite make it work out with? Uh No.
I don't think I do.
Come on.
There's got to be somebody you secretly pined for.
Even if it was just in a dream.
You know what? That's enough.
Why do you keep harassing me about a stupid dream? All right, look, I-I'm going to tell you something, and your first instinct is gonna be to get embarrassed, but you don't have to be ashamed.
You may have said my name in your sleep last night.
Several times and in a very suggestive manner.
Fine.
Okay, I had a dream about you.
It was a sexy dream.
So? How was I? I said sexy dream, Thomas.
Not sex dream.
It was strictly PG.
Ah, it was at least PG-13, if you ask me.
Look, I'm-I'm kidding, all right? I-It was just a dream.
Plus, you just broke up with Ethan.
It's been a couple months, and, you know, people have needs.
Throw in how much time we spend together, and, uh, it's kind of natural I would pop up in a dream like that.
So you've had those kind of dreams about me? No.
Great.
Great.
I didn't think this could get any more embarrassing, but I see now that it can, so thank you for that.
Emily described Mikal as well-dressed and educated.
Well, not what I expected.
Ah.
Huge waste of time.
No, I'm just gonna check if it's unlocked.
I mean, if there's a photo in there of Cisco, we can check with Emily whether or not it's the right guy.
Save us coming back.
I can't believe that I'm the one who has to tell you why breaking and entering is not a great idea.
You do it all the time.
Yeah, but when I do it, there's a sense of urgency.
Under these circumstances not so much.
You satisfied? No.
Let's go and check the back door.
See if there are any open windows.
All right.
Hey, Higgy, uh, check out the garden.
It appears this Mikal Cisco likes to cultivate a little marijuana.
Oh, yeah.
Hey.
Can I help you guys with something? Sorry, we are private investigators and we're actually looking for a man named Mikal Cisco, but clearly we're in the wrong place.
I'm Mikal Cisco.
You're Mikal Cisco? Uh-huh.
Well, if that's the case, then we definitely have the wrong man.
Sorry about that, but, uh, we'll just be on our way.
Oh, you're not going anywhere.
You guys are trespassing on my property.
What'd you see? Sorry.
But as my partner said, I think we'll just be leaving.
And, uh, don't worry about us reporting your little grow operation.
Whilst it's most definitely illegal, I'm pretty sure nobody cares.
What the hell did he get me into? Who exactly are you referring to? A few months back, I was picking up my disability check, this guy walks up to me and says if I let him use my identity to get some job he's trying to score, the checks will come here and I can just cash them.
Salary was two times what I normally get from the state.
I figured it was a no-brainer.
Although in retrospect, I should've known that something bad was gonna happen.
Is there anything else you can tell us about this guy? Yeah.
He was six-one.
Brown hair.
Slender face.
The description he gave matches what Emily said.
Yeah, but why would that guy assume Mikal's identity to get a job for which he would never get paid? Would it be possible to see one of those checks that you've been given? Sure.
I was actually gonna go to the check cashing place later this afternoon.
Great.
Polaris Industrial Products.
I don't understand.
It's a lot to digest, I know.
But it appears as though the man you met, whoever he might be, started working at Polaris six weeks ago, shortly after assuming this Mikal Cisco's identity.
It's a biotech firm that's right around the corner from the coffee shop.
But why would he lie about who he is? Well, our best guess is that he's either pulling some kind of con, or he's a corporate spy after valuable secrets.
Either way, you'd probably be best advised to stop looking for him.
And forget you ever met him.
Yeah, at least now you can move on knowing that wasn't meant to be.
You didn't meet him.
I did.
And I think I would have been able to tell if he was that kind of person.
There's got to be some other explanation, and I need to know what it is.
Uh, you want us to continue looking for him? If anything, what you've said only makes me more intrigued.
Plus, this is the most exciting thing that's happened to me in years.
If that's what you want.
Okay.
I mean, in addition to now knowing where he works, we have his photo from his personnel file and a cell phone number, so actually it shouldn't take us long to find out his real identity.
That's great.
Thank you.
It's Rick.
Oh, right.
Emily, I'll walk you out.
Okay.
See you, Emily.
Don't tell me you already served those papers? Oh, I wish.
I'm outside the Friedman guy's girlfriend's house right now.
His car is parked in the driveway.
I know he's in the house, but he hasn't come out yet.
Okay, well, the best advice I can give you is to sit tight.
You know, serving a summons is a game of patience.
Yeah, but that is not something I have a whole lot of right now.
I'm gonna be honest, I drank a bunch of coffee and Red Bull before I got here.
I got to go to the bathroom badly.
Yeah.
It's a rookie move.
Caffeinated drinks are your enemy.
Wide-mouth bottles are your friend.
Okay, I'm afraid to ask the reason for that.
Well, because in a pinch, you can use a wide-mouth bottle as a makeshift urinal.
Yeah, I thought you'd say that.
Look, I-I don't have time for this.
I got to go up and knock on this guy's door - and serve him.
- What if he doesn't answer? I'll just wing it.
Okay, but I feel like I have to warn you.
You only get one chance to shoot your shot.
'Cause once the defendant knows you're onto him, it's a lot harder to serve those papers.
Okay, well, you should know, I don't have any wide-mouth bottles in the car right now, and I'm not about to try my luck with a soda can.
Okay.
All right, this won't be awkward at all.
"Um, hi, you're served.
" Ah.
"Can I use the restroom?" Okay, I think, uh, that should work.
I don't care.
Hi.
Oh, hi.
Uh, is Jared Friedman home? Who's asking? Orville Wright, esquire.
I represent the estate of his distant uncle.
And we're trying to locate Jared so he can claim his inheritance.
Nice try.
What are you serving him for? - Divorce.
- Ah.
- About time.
Come on in.
- Yeah.
Jared's just in the shower.
Uh, you want to have a seat? Uh Yes, thank you.
Can I get you some water while you wait? Oh, no.
Oh, no.
I am plenty hydrated, thank you.
So How long have you and Jared been dating? You mean how long has he been sneaking around on his wife with me? Going on about two years now.
Which is about as long as he's been saying he's gonna leave her.
But He's too cheap to spring for the divorce.
Ah, well, it does seem like somebody's done the work for him.
Maybe now he'll get a job.
Yeah.
He always going on about how he's this big feminist, how he's so proud of me and my really great career.
- Mm-hmm.
- And really he's just sponging off me.
Oh, and don't get me started about the way he dresses.
I mean, I get it, he's self-conscious about his bald spot.
But the fedora, it was not cool even when it was in style.
And that was 100 years ago.
Don't knock the fedora.
But h-how long do you think he's gonna be in there? He was never in there.
I was distracting you while he snuck out.
Unbelievable.
Sorry.
He put me up to it.
I really don't know why I stay with him.
Hey, that's the bathroom! I know! Rick ran into a little snafu serving those papers.
Snafu? His words.
Huh.
Shocking that that is not going as smoothly as you predicted.
In other news, I've just gained access to the city's traffic cam system.
So, there's a red light camera on Punchbowl and Queen Street.
That's right where the coffee shop is.
Exactly.
Now, we know that Mikal arrived at the coffee shop shortly after 9:00 a.
m.
, so he should be arriving in frame any moment.
Right there.
There he is.
He keeps looking over his shoulder.
Like he thinks he's being followed.
Must be why he went into the coffee shop.
He was trying to get off the street.
Okay.
I'm gonna jump forward to when he leaves.
Should be about 40 minutes later.
There he goes, but he still looks like he's worried he's being followed.
Are there any other cameras you can pick him up on? Yeah.
Looks like he turned onto South Street.
Who are those men? Don't know, but that guy just flashed something inside his jacket.
And I'm gonna guess it's not a designer label.
No.
Safe bet is it's a gun.
Well, it seems like our mystery man - was right to be nervous.
- Yeah.
Whoever he was running from, looks like they just caught up to him.
Anything on that forensics report? Hey.
I'd ask "to what do I owe the pleasure?" But you guys are nothing if not predictable.
What do you need? Well, we actually have something we think you'd be interested to see.
We think this man was abducted yesterday.
We ran the plates, it came back as a company vehicle, registered to Polaris Industrial.
We dug a little deeper and were able to identify these guys as Polaris's corporate security.
Their names are Tommy Alvarez and Shane Whelan.
They used to work for HPD.
- Ever hear of them? - I have, in fact.
Shane Whelan's my former partner.
You mean that partner? That's the one.
To be clear, we're talking about the guy that Slept with my ex-wife, broke up our marriage.
Right.
Got it.
I'm actually not surprised to hear Whelan took a job in the private sector.
Guy was always chasing after the quick buck, taking on security and body guarding gigs.
He also had a reputation for playing things fast and loose.
Put a bunch of our cases in jeopardy, failing to follow protocol.
If he didn't play by the book when he was with HPD, I'd hate to see what he's capable of now that he's a corporate rent-a-cop.
The man being put in the car is Mikal Cisco.
We tried pinging his phone, but it was powered off shortly after Whelan picked him up yesterday morning, and it hasn't been turned back on since.
Tell you what.
You guys keep looking for this Cisco guy.
I'll pay Whelan a visit, see what he has to say.
You sure about that? Yeah.
I'm actually looking forward to it.
Gordon.
Good to see you.
Can I get you something? Coffee? Water? I'm good.
Great.
How's Beth? Wouldn't know.
Not married to her anymore.
So I heard.
I hate to think I had something to do with that.
No, I managed to screw that up all on my own.
I'm looking into one of your employees, a Mikal Cisco.
Maybe you can tell me why Polaris security picked him up off the street yesterday.
Because we found out he isn't Mikal Cisco.
Yesterday, I got a call from HR.
Seems someone was processing payroll and discovered Cisco wasn't who he claimed to be.
There were also concerns that he was in possession of company property, so we brought him back to the office, searched him, confiscated his belongings and revoked his credentials.
And you didn't think to call the police? We felt it was better handled internally.
Right.
Thing is, the guy's phone was powered off right around the time he was picked up.
Still hasn't been turned back on.
Now, that seems to imply he might be in some kind of danger.
Once we were sure he wasn't in possession of company property, he was fired and shown the door.
As for what happened to him next, your guess is as good as mine.
I'm gonna need you to hand over any possessions this man left behind, including everything that was on his desk or in his office.
Gordon.
You may have a badge.
I've got an army of the most expensive lawyers on the island.
Lawyers who can make your life very difficult.
So, you sure you want to go down that road? Your company is under no obligation to press charges.
But identity theft is still a crime, as is tax evasion.
That's a warrant.
Have someone box up those belongings for me right now.
Oh, and I'll take that coffee.
All right, man.
What you got going on now? Well, I don't have to tell you.
The secret to pulling off a tactical op is all in the planning.
Okay, I'll bite.
What's the op? Okay.
I found out this Jared guy is playing in his regular pickup game this afternoon at Kanewai Park.
That's where I'm gonna serve him.
A wide-open space like that? He'll see you coming from a mile away.
That's what I'm counting on.
All right.
This is Jared.
This is me.
And what's that? That's hot sauce.
- Okay.
- Okay.
So, Jared's playing hoops right here.
I approach him from this direction.
He sees me.
Takes off running towards Dole Street.
And that's where you come in.
You just said that was hot sauce.
Honestly, I was gonna use the pepper, but I thought it might come off like a race thing.
I didn't want to offend you.
Yeah.
The only thing that offends me is your stupidity.
So, what's my part in this plan of yours? You still friends with that cabbie? What you got going on, man? Foul.
You all saw that, right? Yeah.
You all saw it.
Yoo-hoo, Jared.
Hey! Hey! Just drive.
Please.
Go, go, go.
Step on it.
Tootles.
- Jared Friedman? - Huh? Congratulations, homeboy.
You've been served.
Not a chance.
What the hell?! This guy really doesn't want to get divorced.
Unbelievable.
He's more slippery than, uh I don't know, but something very slippery.
Can I make a suggestion? Please do.
Look, given how tricky this guy is, you might want to change your strategy.
Okay.
It's like Grandmama used to say: "You catch more bees with honey.
" Wait, hang on.
Don't bees make honey? Isn't the phrase "You catch more flies with honey"? Eh, Grandmama wasn't all there, especially in the end, but you get my point.
Yeah.
I get it.
I don't get it.
Katsumoto.
We found where Mikal Cisco's been staying.
GPS data from his phone shows it regularly pinged at a motel in Waimalu.
But unfortunately, no one there has seen him since he left for work yesterday morning.
Yeah, I got some news myself.
I pulled a print off the personal effects Polaris security turned over, got a hit.
Now, your guy's real name is Mason Adams.
He's in the system for trespassing and unlawful assembly.
Seems he was charged for protesting outside Polaris's mainland office in Emeryville, California.
- Do we know what he was protesting? - Yeah.
Polaris was accused of selling an herbicide that was cancerous.
Now, Mason's sister was among the victims, and he was part of a class action suit against the company.
But the lawsuit and subsequent appeals were all unsuccessful.
It seems we've got this guy all wrong.
He's not a corporate spy.
He blames Polaris for his sister's death.
Yeah, and now he's trying to take down the company.
Mason was one of the first plaintiffs to join the class action suit.
He was also instrumental in getting other families to sign on.
And throughout it all The trials and appeals, all the setbacks He never gave up trying to get justice for his sister.
Did you have any idea that Mason was in Hawaii, and that he'd got a job at the Polaris offices here, by assuming someone else's identity? I didn't.
We actually, uh, lost touch shortly after the last appeal failed.
Then last week, he called me out of the blue.
Said that he was about to come into possession of the evidence that we needed.
Do you know what he was referring to specifically? No, but I can guess.
Our legal team has multiple sources on record saying that Polaris knew that their herbicide was carcinogenic and that it was killing people.
But despite securing discovery requests for tens of thousands of internal documents, we were never able to get the hard evidence that we needed.
So, that's what he was after.
Those internal documents.
If they existed anywhere, it would be in Hawaii.
At Polaris's worldwide headquarters.
Well, thank you for your time.
If we have any more information, we'll let you know.
Please do.
So, Mason was smart to use Mikal Cisco's identity.
Any connection to his sister would have raised red flags when he applied for that job.
Yeah, but something still tipped them off to the fact that Mason wasn't who he said he was.
Mason told the lawyer he was about to come into possession of evidence that they needed, right? What if he actually got it? I mean, maybe that's why he was so concerned about being followed after he left the office yesterday morning.
Big corporations like Polaris, they keep all their documents digitally.
So, if Mason downloaded something, there would be a record of it on the server log.
Is there any way to hack in and find out? Actually, I'm already in.
Okay.
What am I looking at? Look.
Right here.
Mason's credentials were used to download files at 9:07 yesterday morning.
That's less than 20 minutes before he met Emily.
Okay, so after years of searching, he finally has the evidence he needs.
And instead of calling his lawyer or racing home to email the files, he goes into a coffee shop and has a friendly conversation with a cute girl? It does seem strange, but you have to remember he was concerned about being followed, right? Maybe he was just trying to lay low.
Emily said that when she first met Mason, he accidentally knocked her purse to the ground.
- I am so sorry.
- That's okay.
It's okay.
Maybe it wasn't an accident at all.
What if he staged that meeting in order to drop those files into her purse? Well, that's why he asked her so many questions.
So he can track her down when he was certain it was safe.
Except there was no later.
Not if Polaris security is still holding him and trying to figure out what happened to those files.
And if they get him to talk, then Emily's in danger.
Voice mail again.
Just keep trying.
You okay? Yeah.
What happened? Well, they stormed inside and kept asking me if I had what Mikal gave me.
I told them I had no idea what they were talking about.
That he-he didn't give me anything.
Other than a-a fake name, apparently.
And then they tied me up and started tearing up the place.
Where's the purse that you had at the coffee shop yesterday? Oh, uh, y-yeah.
It's right here.
- Got it.
- Right.
Now we just need to figure out where they're holding Mason.
Who? There's a lot that we have to catch you up on.
All right, the guy you met at the coffee shop yesterday, he had a target on his back.
That's why he put this SD card in your bag.
So He used me? Yes, but only because he was cornered, and he felt he had no other option.
He didn't tell them he put the SD card in your purse because they would've known to check there.
My guess is that they retraced his steps and figured out that you were the last person he had contact with at the coffee shop.
Oh.
Wow.
Uh, that is, uh, a lot to take in.
I just checked his cell phone.
He texted Whelan ten minutes ago to say that they couldn't find anything and they needed help.
So, Whelan is on his way? No, he's already here.
Grab him.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on.
Well, the good news is, he brought Mason to us.
Yes.
But, unfortunately, he also brought plenty of backup.
Katsumoto says that HPD is en route, but the closest unit is still ten minutes away.
Okay.
Let's, uh, assess the situation.
The good news is, we have guns.
Yeah, but the bad news is, we're still outnumbered two to one.
If we try to hold off Whelan and his men until HPD get here, things could get very ugly very fast.
I think I have an idea.
Sorry, Shane.
Your boy can't make it to the phone right now.
Oh, you must be the P.
I.
who's trying to track down Mason.
And you're Shane Whelan, former HPD, current head of security for Polaris Industrial.
Now that we got the introductions out of the way, let's talk about how we're gonna resolve this situation.
Yeah, it's pretty simple, really.
You have 30 seconds to come out the front door, lay down any weapons you have, and then we're coming in.
Mr.
Adams here is gonna show us exactly where he hid those files.
I'm sorry, but, uh, I can't agree to those terms.
Here's my counter.
The way I see it, we both have something of value.
You have Mason, and we have the stolen files.
So, how about this? Just a one-to-one exchange.
Everyone wins, no one gets hurt.
Deal.
But you try anything and Well, you know what happens to him.
Understood.
N-No.
You can't give it to them! Situation's too dangerous.
It's the only way.
And I believe these two also belong to you.
Leave him.
Come on.
I'm so sorry for dragging you into this.
I was desperate.
And you looked like a kind person.
Someone I could trust.
I understand.
At least, I think I do.
Th-This is a lot to, um wrap my head around, honestly.
I was so close.
I had the evidence.
You mean, uh Talking about this evidence? Wha? If these are the stolen files, what did you just give Whelan? What the hell? Gentlemen, I apologize if this is a bad time.
But unfortunately you're all under arrest.
You know the drill, Shane.
It's a good thing you have all those expensive lawyers.
You're gonna need them.
With the charges I'm facing, I'll be out in under six months.
Maybe, but if the prisoners you're inside with find out you're an ex-cop, six months is gonna feel like a long time.
Thank you.
Hey, a customer just showed up with this coupon.
"Come enjoy a free meal for two and bottomless Mai Tais"? Who's this guy trying to fool? This looks like somebody made it with limited knowledge of Microsoft Word.
Actually, I think I did a pretty good job.
- You did this? - Yeah.
I was just following your advice.
Or Granny's, rather.
Mm-hmm.
Welcome to La Mariana.
Your server will be right with you.
Oh, wait.
You just got served.
Okay.
You got me.
Now, if you don't mind, my girlfriend and I are trying to enjoy our dinner.
Oh, no, I-I don't think you understand.
There is no dinner.
It was all a trap.
That coupon that you brought It's fake.
Not real.
I made it up.
It's a trap.
I own this place.
You told me you were treating me to a special dinner.
Babe We only came here because you had a coupon? We are done.
For real this time.
You know what? First round's on me.
Yep.
Hey.
There you are.
Thought you might want to hear.
Rick was finally able to get the summons served.
Told Mia Kang, and she was very pleased.
Said she had some more work to send our way.
Well, that's great news.
Agreed.
But now I have to go to La Mariana, and close out my tab.
Gordie's gonna meet me for a drink if you want to join.
Oh, thanks for the invite.
I'm still really tired from the stakeout.
I'm just gonna finish this glass and go to bed.
Fair enough.
Ha! Good.
So, you've run out of dream jokes, then? No, no.
I figured you've, uh, taken enough abuse for one day.
Besides, I meant what I said.
I-It doesn't mean anything.
It's just a random sex dream.
It's not a sex dream, Magnum.
Okay, well, the point is, you don't have to feel weird about it, all right? Doesn't mean anything.
I don't, and I agree completely.
I'll see you later.
Hi, Dr.
Ogawa.
It's, uh, Juliet Higgins.
And I was wondering if I could come in and see you this week.
Something's come up.
Uh Well I had that dream again.
Is this seat taken? Um, it's not.
And you don't even have to knock over my purse to claim it.
Well, thank you.
And, uh thanks again for agreeing to meet me.
I see they got your name right this time.
Her name was Kate.
My sister.
She helped run the family farm while I went away to school.
I guess I never thought it was fair that, uh, I got a degree and she got cancer.
So I promised myself that I would do everything I could to hold Polaris accountable for what they did to her.
Well, you accomplished that.
So, uh, what's next? I don't know.
But I do know that there's nothing waiting for me on the mainland.
Which is why I was thinking of staying in Hawaii for a while.
See how I like it here.
I'm really glad that you decided to track me down, Emily.
Yeah.
Me, too.
So, tell me more about you.