All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s02e17 One More Summer.eng

I'm leaving.

What?

You're not gonna have
Thomas Magnum to kick around anymore.

Oops.

I cannot quarterback
a pro football team.

Oh, sure you can.

You could be my roomie.
It's perfect cover.

You'd better get out
before you wrinkle up permanently.

T.C.
Hey, T.M.

Where's Dorsey?

Try the training room.

I may need your help.

Uh, excuse me, guys.

Excuse me. Fellas, fellas,
I got something to say.

Hey!

Thank you.

I just, uh, wanna say

how proud I am
to be able to host,

this here welcoming party
for the Blazers,

before you guys go
into the rigors of training camp tomorrow.

And I would
especially like to thank

the beautiful wife
of your owner,

Mrs. Eleanor Greeley,

For, uh, for allowing me
to open my humble house

to the best damn
football team in the worid.

We're very sorry Mr. Greeley
couldn't make it today

but to show
my appreciation,

when you get to
the locker room tomorrow,

you're each gonna
find a pair

out of a case
of brand-new sandals!

Jack Metro sandals,

in your locker room tomorrow.

You're a swell guy,
Jack.

Oh, gee, thanks, Dumbo.

Don't call me Dumbo.

Mmm, April Ann,

you got about
the prettiest blue-green eyes

I've ever seen
in my life.

They're like deep pools
of diamonds or something.

Dorsey, that's the worst line
I ever heard

from a pro quarterback.

Yeah? Get a lot of those,
do you?

Married to the Sandal King,
more than my share.

I usually get
"eyes like deep pools"

from your defensive linemen.

Oh.

Your wide receivers
tend to hit me with

"legs that go on forever."

Specialty teams tell me
how well I fill out a sweater.

Yeah?

What do quarterbacks say?

They don't need lines,
Dorsey.

Delbert,
you've been very patient

for a number two
quarterback.

You work hard in camp

and this could be
your year, son.

Frankly, I'm worried
about Dorsey.

And not just his arm.

I am, too, sir.

I've tried to talk to him
about his lifestyle.

Now, Patsy and I,

we've tried to
show him the way, but...

The Lord helps those
who help themselves.

We'll keep praying
for him, Coach Bell.

I'm sure you will.

I'm gonna go around
and get the car.

Meet me out front.

Okay.

Mmm.

Damn, somebody
took a shot at me.

Set!

Hut!

Thataway, Billy.
Good hands! Good hands!

Thanks, pal.

Yeah!

All right, All right.
Here we go.

Back to the huddle.
Keep going.

Come on, come on.
Let's play some more of that stuff.

Huddle up!

Let's go. Huddle up.
Huddle up.

Look for a pass.
Ready, break.

Even in the Hawaiian sunshine,

football, to me, smelled like
fall in New England.

Someplace there should be
a prep band playing,

and pretty giris
in short skirts.

And I was 21 again,

with an arm that could
throw passes all afternoon.

Boy, for a bum shoulder
he can sure bring it.

Break!

Oh, look at that.

Look at that.
Oh, the memories.

You know, Thomas,

I can't believe that
he used to be your back up.

Well, Dorsey was three years
behind me at the academy.

He had to learn
from somebody.

Uh-huh.

How come you ain't
the Blazer quarterback?

Well, I thought I wanted
a career in the Navy.

Uh-huh.
You know, Thomas,

that could've been you
out there.

Come on, Rick.

Hut!

Pass! Pass!
Pass, pass, pass!

Didn't give him time.

Say what?

He should've double-pumped
the wide receiver,

then the tight end
would've had time to get in position.

I see.

Bring them in.

Come on, everybody in.
Let's go.

Well, I'll see you guys
after lunch.

Dorsey said he wants
to talk to me about something.

Sure, boy.

Wouldn't wanna interfere
with a quarterback reunion.

They might want
your advice

on, uh, double-pumping
to those wide receivers.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for
Dorsey Bramlett.

When an athlete
is in training,

don't ever break
his concentration.

Mahalo.

Easy there.

Hey, Dorsey.

Ooh! Hey, Hoss!
How are you?

How you doing?

Hey, you looked great
out there today.

You're a liar, boy.
But I appreciate it.

Oh, I hate training camp.

I hate it.

I don't know.
A place like this, though,

might get to liking it, maybe.

Maybe.

Hey, whose idea was it
to train in Hawaii, anyway?

Uh, Mrs. Greeley.
Club owner's wife.

She runs the ball club
while he's off buying big corporations.

This is her reward

for us winning
the conference title last year.

Nice lady.

Oh, yeah.

I've heard her
called a lot of things.

I've said most of them,
but "nice" wasn't one of them.

Come on, Dorsey.

She carried you for two years
after your surgery.

She had to.
I've got a contract.

Besides, there ain't
too many ball players

can throw a football like
I can, even at 75 percent.

Uh, you still look like
you can sling some hash there, boy.

Yeah?

I don't know. Maybe.
I try and keep in shape.

Man, you had the sweetest arm
I ever saw.

I mean that.

Come on, Dorsey.

You gotta have
your cortisone.

What's it for?

My career, Hoss.
My career.

You, too, Delbert.

No, no,
I'd rather not, sir.

It's routine,
Delbert.

Do we have to go through this
every time?

God doesn't want
your shoulder to hurt, and neither does Coach Bell.

Don't go away.
I'll be right back.

I got everything
you need right here.

Thanks, Dorsey.

I'll just get some
from the office.

No, really. I got
a whole pharmacy down here.

Whatever you need
to build a pro quarterback.

I got it.

Here you go.

Come on,
let's take a hike.

I'll show you my office.

You know, Dorsey,

just holding
the ball again,

just walking out
on the football field again...

It's really...

It's really nice.

Brings back
a lot of memories.

Yeah, I know
all about those memories.

I saw most of them
from the bench.

You were some kind of
quarterback.

Man, you could scramble.

I copied my entire style
from you.

Did you know that?

Maybe in more ways
than just football.

See, Dorsey,
I got this friend.

Actually, he's not a friend.

He runs the estate
where I live.

You could call him a friend.

Anyway,
you sound a lot like I do

when I want
something from him.

So what do you want,
Dorsey?

Protection.

Somebody's trying
to kill me.

What?

Took a shot at me
at a party yesterday.

Good thing I was drunk.

Probably hurt myself
diving in the back seat of the car.

Any idea who?

No, I don't know.
Coach Bell doesn't like me

hanging around
with his daughter.

Neither does Mrs. Greeley.

Especially now that Henry's
out of town so much.

Then there's Delbert Knowlton,
our, uh, back-up quarterback.

He's always praying
for my untimely demise.

My ex-agent, Morrie...

Boy, you never learn,
do you?

Well, they never
shot at me before.

I'm scared, man.
First time in my life.

So, listen, can you
help me out there, buddy?

How?

Practically all your time's
team-connected.

You're either here
on the practice field or at the hotel.

I'd stick out
like that red jersey you practice in.

Not if you join the team.

What?

Yeah, I thought you could be
the, uh, walk-on,

free agent quarterback,
you know.

You could be my roomie.
It's perfect cover.

Dorsey, I cannot quarterback
a pro football team.

Oh, sure you can, man.
You're in great shape.

I wasn't kidding about
all that stuff about copying your style.

I know you can do it.
I gotta get dressed.

This is really crazy.

Dorsey,
this is really crazy.

So that's the way that goes.

Anyway, I don't know
what I'm gonna do because I just...

Hey, Dorsey!

Excuse me,
Dorsey.

I'm really your biggest fan.
Would you...

You betcha.
Here we go.

Come on,
step right up here.

Could you
sign my yearbook?

All right!

Hey,
how about you?

Hey.

Me?

Yeah.

I'm not on the team.

What he means is
he just joined the team.

Come on over here
and sign this ball. Get over here.

Even the fans
believe it.

There you go.

Gee, thanks.

Okay.
That's it, guys.

Come on,
let's go grab a beer.

I never drank beer
in training.

Even for you, I find
this evening's attire

most bizarre.

A rough divorce case
pending?

Higgins!

Or is this some exotic fantasy
you engage in

after the sun goes down?

Win one for the Dipper,
or something or other?

Gipper.

What?

It is Gipper, not Dipper.

What are you doing

entering my guesthouse
without knocking?

I'm here to retrieve
Robin Masters' camera,

which you neglected
to tell me you took.

Additionally, this is not
your guesthouse, it's Robin's.

And let me emphasize
the word "guest."

Animal repellent?

What on earth are you doing
with animal repellent?

"Recommended by
the United States Postal Service."

The lads.

How dare you!

Oh, come on, Higgins.
I was on this case,

and I had to take care
of these watchdogs.

Anyway, it was
a good six months ago.

I just simply forgot
to throw it out.

No wonder they dislike you
so intensely.

How beastly. How savage.

I'm appalled
by your wanton

and blatant cruelty
to animals.

Simply appalled.
This is a grave matter.

One that will affect
our relationship adversely.

What doesn't?

Magnum, you can hardly
compare this atrocity

to your other indiscretions.

All right, Higgins.

I'm not gonna argue with you.

I've taken
all the abuse I'm going to

from both you and your lads.
Enough.

You're not gonna have
Thomas Magnum to kick around anymore.

What?

It's too late
to apologize.

Apologize?

I'm leaving.

I'm going to find a place
where I can live in peace and quiet.

A place where
I can be left alone.

A place where
nobody bothers me.

And a place where nobody
comes in without knocking.

A place without dogs.

My ego and Dorsey
were both telling me

I still had the stuff
to make a pro team.

But my birth certificate
and my little voice

were telling me otherwise.

Yeah,
so I talked to Eleanor.

She says if
you're good enough for me you're good enough for her.

She's coming by here
a little bit later. Wants to meet you.

That guy Sromosky
sure has a funny way of warming up.

Must work.
Six years all-pro lineman.

Broken more bones
than anybody else in the league.

Looks like
he's a quick healer.

Not his bones.
Other people's bones.

Ah.

Who is he?

Thomas Magnum.
Free agent walk-on.

Funny guy.

Told us this joke about
this Polish weightlifter,

which I personally
found reprehensible.

Anyway, Clyde,
take care of that hand.

Come on, Hoss,
get your armor on.

I wanna introduce you
to Coach Bell.

He's real anxious
to meet you.

Hey, Delbert,

I want you to meet
your new competition at spear carrier.

Tom Magnum.
Delbert Knowlton.

Hello, Tom.

Delbert.

How's your shoulder?
Mine seems to be a little worse.

I'm doing fine.

Patsy and I have
been praying for you.

I'll bet you have, Delbert.

I don't think
it'll get you off the pines.

Delbert.

Yeah.

One, two, three, hut!

One, two, three...

No wonder people wanna
kill you, Dorsey.

You're not nice.

What, that?
That was a joke.

T.C.,
what're you doing here?

What do you mean,
what am I doing here?

I'm trying out for the team,
like everybody else.

Dorsey here set it up.

Yeah, yeah,
I couldn't help myself.

Man's an all-American
tight end from Grambling University,

goes over to Vietnam
to serve his country.

Flying a whirlybird.
That's a waste.

You're Magnum.

Yes, sir.

I remember. Navy.

You were pretty good.

But that was
a long time ago.

No,
he's still good.

Besides, Mrs. Eleanor Greeley
wants to give him a chance.

Okay.

Dorsey, get in there
and warm up the team

for Mr. Magnum's debut.

T.C., you've seen
the playbook.

Go on in for Darnell.

Hey, T.C., I appreciate
what you're trying to do.

What?

You coming out here
to help me and all.

Man, I am trying to
make this team.

Kinda got the itch
after I saw them practice the other day.

Decided I'd give it
one more shot.

Yeah.

Right.

Whatever you're here for,
you're on your own.

Set.

Hut!

All right, all right,
way to go! Good job, good job.

Huddle up. Let's go.
We'll get them.

Hut!

You know,

that guy Dorsey's
really something.

Always putting on a show,
even in practice.

You know,
sometimes I think

that's half the job
of being a pro athlete.

You know, being able to,
to dazzle the crowd

with more
than just talent.

I admire that.

But I imagine there's
some players who resent it.

Don't you think so?

I just kick.
I am the kicker.

Huddle up. Huddle up.

Break! Break!

Set!

Dorsey's hurting.

Let's get him out
of here, Clarence.

Dorsey!

Huddle up! Huddle up.
Huddle up. Huddle up.

All right, Magnum.
You're up.

Uh, Coach,
how can I call a play?

I don't even have
a playbook yet.

I'll call them.

The first one is
"Y" five split six.

Now, all you have to do
is hit the flanker

10 yards downfield
in the right flat.

You got it?

Uh, yeah.

Good. Let's see it.

Go get them, Hoss.

Break!

Four-85!

Four-85!

Set. Hut!

Thataway, T.C.!
Good grab. Good grab.

Huddle up. Huddle up.
Huddle up. Let's go.

Nice catch, 88.

You look almost as surprised
as the receiver.

All right, come on, huddle up.

Split right, six Y.
Ready?

Break!

Set!

Sorry, man.
I guess I'm a little up.

Yeah.

Man, you okay?

No.

Did I do
something wrong?

No, man,
he just jumped offside.

Same play, on hut.
Ready?

Break!

Set.

Hut!

Blitz! Blitz!

Way to go, team. Way to go.

Oops.

Oh, my.

I don't know who's crazier.

You for asking me to do this
or me for doing it.

Hey. You did just fine.
You're a little rusty is all.

Wish I had that excuse.

I look terrible!

I feel terrible.

How's your shoulder?

It's great.

As long as I'm using
these babies.

What are those for?

So I don't get pregnant.

Same old Dorsey.
Same old lines.

You must be Tom.

Yes, ma'am.

Don't be so polite,
Tom.

I believe in
close relationships

between players
and management.

Call me Eleanor.

Nice to meet you.

I heard you had
a rough go of it.

Yeah.

You, too.

Oh, I'll be just fine.

Oh, I know you will,
Dorsey.

You're my number one
quarterback.

As a matter of fact,

Coach Bell and I
were discussing you today.

He's a little worried
about you.

Yeah.
What did he have to say?

Oh, he was thinking of

starting Delbert
this season.

You gotta be kidding.

Well, he's not.

But then,
the final decision is mine,

since Henry's out of town.

Dinner?

8:00, my place.

You'd better get out
before you wrinkle up permanently.

Nice to meet you.

I love this game.
I really do.

Isn't it glorious, lads?

I find the silence
and serenity sublime.

No screeching of tires
past my window

in the early morning hours.

No strange sounds emanating
from the guesthouse.

No more sordid
and tawdry guests.

No more abuse
of private property.

No more Magnum.

Well, lads,
what shall we do tonight?

A good choice.

After we share
a hearty supper

we'll settle down
by the fire

and give a listen
to some of Verdi's lesser-known operas.

Perhaps a snifter
of brandy

and a pipe.

Hey, Thomas, wake up.
This is bed check.

I'm in bed.

Yeah,
but your roommate ain't.

I was pretty sure
nobody was doing bed checks

in Mrs. Greeley's house.

That is, no one but me.

Protecting Dorsey
had now entered that phase

I particularly dislike.

Baby-sitting.

The door's open.

Dorsey, it's about time
you showed...

Tom.

You rascal.

Hi.

Tom, you must really wanna
make the team bad.

I'd offer you something,
but you're in training.

Well, maybe
I'll let you slide.

No, thanks.

Oh. So you're not
thirsty.

Wanna come in?

Look, I'm trying
to find Dorsey.

Why would you
look here?

Well, he was having
dinner with you.

And you assumed that meant
he was spending the night.

Tom.

What are you up to?

Up to?

Listen, mister,
I have a brother in Jersey,

sitting on roller-skate wheels
selling pencils,

who has a better chance
of getting on the team than you do.

Are you going to tell me
who you are,

or do I have to
make a phone call

requesting the presence
of Clyde Sromosky?

I'm a private investigator.

Dorsey hired me
to protect him.

Oh.

That little incident
at the party

must've put
the fear of God into him.

Good old Dorsey.

Just beginning to understand
that not everybody loves him.

He knows I put
extra security on.

Doesn't he trust me?

Well, he's not sure
who his friends are.

Well!

Whose fault is that,
the way he lives?

Did he show up
for dinner?

No.

No, he did not.

Well, he's not in bed.

Wanna make a bet?

Do you have any idea
where he might be?

You might check
the Sandal King Jack Metro's wife.

She had her hooks into him
yesterday at a party.

Look, uh,
Mrs. Greeley,

if... if my coming here
offended you...

Save it. Save it.

I'm not doing you a favor,
or Dorsey.

He's a big investment.
A very big one.

That's all.

Despite anything else
I might have said.

Thank you.

If there's one thing
I hate more than babysitting,

it's fetching a client
from another man's wife.

You see,
there's no way to be sure the husband won't show up,

and that can make
for the worst kind of domestic argument.

Hey, guy,
you're just the man I wanted to see.

We're gonna catch a plane
to Vegas. Me and April Ann.

You can be my best man.

It's 3:00 a.m.
There are no planes to Vegas now.

Besides, her husband's
probably gonna be home any second.

Oh, no, he's not,
'cause he's out of town.

She's still married.

I'll get a divorce.

Drive us
to the airport.

You've got a practice game
in the morning.

To hell with practice.
To hell with Mrs. Greeley.

To hell with the Blazers.
To hell with football.

Hey, come on,
Dorsey.

The hell with you.

Dorsey!

What's the matter
with you?

Damn it.

I'm your friend.

Maybe you don't know
what that word means anymore.

Yeah, maybe I don't.

Oh, hell, man, I'm sorry.

L... l... I didn't mean
to do that.

Hey.

L... I don't know, l... I guess
I'm still a bit nervous

about somebody trying
to kill me, that's all.

I wonder why?

You know, in the last 24 hours
I've watched you

alienate half a dozen people,
including me.

Hey, I don't mean
to do that.

You know I don't mean
half of what I say, and I never did.

I know.

You got away with it
when you were a kid,

but you're not
a kid anymore.

I don't need you
to tell me this.

Then why do you
keep doing it?

Hey, look. People get used to
seeing you some way,

they see you
as a wise guy.

That's your image,
you're a hell raiser.

That's what
they expect to see.

I mean,
even if you outgrow that.

It's not easy
being the team jerk.

Dorsey,
I'm gonna get sick

if I hear anymore
of this mush.

I'm with you,
April Ann. Come on.

If we can't go to Vegas

let's go and have
one more cocktail, okay?

Just one, huh?

April Ann.

April Ann, come on, now,
don't die, honey.

Oh, come on, April Ann,
now, don't die.

Come on.

Set! Hut!

April Ann's death
didn't affect Delbert,

or the coaches,

or anyone on the team
except Dorsey.

He didn't have time to develop
any deep feelings for her,

and even if he had
she'd still have been one of a hundred to him.

But this one had died
because of him,

and Dorsey was having
a tough time dealing with it,

which gave me
some hope for him.

Hold it.

I've been here every day.

Yeah, well.
Not today. Out.

Sure. I understand.

Rip! Kill! Guts!

I'm gonna crush
everything in my path.

Everything in my path!

Magnum.

Higgins.

I, uh, brought your mail.

Or rather your bills,

and that seems to be all
you receive these days.

Higgins, I have
only been gone 24 hours.

Nevertheless,
you should attend to them.

I don't want
the inevitable parade of process servers

and bill collectors
trooping through the estate.

Isn't this a bit
self-destructive,

even for you?

Higgins, would you please
give me my bills...

My mail? Thank you.

Working on a case?

Mmm-hmm.

One of the players?

Uh-huh.

Which one?

Higgins!

Higgins.

What do you know
about sports injuries?

Well, of course,
I'm not a physician.

However, when I was
stationed in Banaras after the war,

I was coach of
the regimental rugby team.

A game far superior

to your American football,
I might add.

Our chaps don't see
the necessity for all the padding.

Higgins, please.

While there,
I worked quite closely

with several
military physicians.

Oh, good.
Now, how about shoulders?

You need cortisone
for bursitis, right?

Yes.

Most likely
subdeltoid bursitis.

Subdeltoid.
Under the deltoid.

Bursitis. Inflammation
of the tendon and bone.

Of course.

It's generally treated
with a mixture

of cortisone
and lidocaine.

The cortisone
brings down the inflammation,

and the lidocaine tempers
the pain of the initial shot.

It's a large-gauge needle,
you know.

Yes, I know.

Generally,

one or two treatments
are all that are necessary.

That's all?

Generally, yes.

All right, Billy. Get it.

All right, huddle up.
Let's go. Huddle up.

Intercept. Intercept.
All right, defense. All right.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Had you seen him
before?

Yeah, he's been
hanging around here.

I guess I've seen him.

Are we done here?

In a minute.

Does this mean
anything to you?

He also had this note.

"Dorsey had been.
I am. Dorsey was.

"Dorsey had been.

I am. I am. I am."

Wow.

I don't understand.

Thank you.

Dorsey, he was
a sick kid.

April Ann died for this?

He thought
he was you.

In his mind
he'd become you.

So every time
you stepped on that field

it was destroying
his version of reality.

So he had to get rid of you.

I guess

April Ann just got caught
in the middle.

Just caught in the middle?

Dorsey,
it wasn't your fault.

Dorsey.

You know, Magnum,

it was quite peaceful here
while you were gone.

Tranquil, actually.

Not a single incident.

Not one alarm.

No interloper to disrupt
my day or night.

I'm sorry they cut you
from the team.

Higgins, are you trying
to tell me you missed me?

Me? Good heavens, no.

But the lads did.

They did?

They had no one to chase.

Higgins, I am not in the mood
for our usual banter.

Really?

I should think
you'd be quite happy.

Your case is finished
and you're no more badly beaten up than usual.

That's just it, Higgins.

The case isn't finished.

There's more going on here

than some sick kid
taking shots at Dorsey.

Your little voice again?

Mine and Five-O's.

See.

The kid used a.22
at the stadium

and April Ann
was killed with a.32.

And so far they haven't found
one yet in his apartment.

So there was more than
one person out to kill Dorsey.

Either that
or he wasn't the target.

Thomas.

In the bedroom, Rick.

Who was the target?
April Ann?

Or me.

Oh, hi, Higgins. Are you, uh,
helping Thomas unpack?

Hardly.

Did you find anything out?

Yeah. It was lidocaine.

You sure?
Uh-huh.

What are you two
talking about?

Well, Thomas gave me
some stuff

that the team doctor's
been shooting into Dorsey's shoulder.

So I had it analyzed.

The doc seemed reluctant
to give the same injection

to Delbert,
the other quarterback,

so I thought maybe
he gave Dorsey

something other than
lidocaine and cortisone.

No, it was lidocaine.

And cortisone.

Thomas,
are you deaf or what?

I just told you twice,
it was just lidocaine.

No, but all
the lidocaine's for

is to lessen the pain
of the cortisone injection.

Well, it would also, uh,
block the pain of the injury as well.

Quite dangerous.

The injured joint
feels fine,

but if you use it,
you literally tear it apart.

I remember a polo pony
we had in Kwangju.

That was in, uh, '48.
Or was it '49?

It was '49, yes.

That was the year
Corky Boswick got kicked in the head.

Anyway, this pony
had an injured fetlock...

You'll enjoy this, Rick.

It was the Sunday
of the Queen's birthday party,

so naturally
we had a match

with the finest polo team
in all of Asia.

Corky Boswick
came charging out

on the field
and lost control of his mare

when a stallion
from the opposing team

gave a passionate whinny.

Extraordinary.

I hated it,
but it all made sense.

Dorsey had been playing
at half speed until today.

Tonight's game would decide
who'd start the season at quarterback,

and Dorsey would be
going all out

on a shoulder
that had mush for tendons.

I had a real strong feeling

Mrs. Greeley
planned to collect some heavy insurance on him.

Good evening football fans,
and welcome to Aloha Stadium

and Honolulu's
Fifth Annual Pro-college Bowl.

Tonight
the New Jersey Blazers

tackle
the All-Stars of the Pac-10.

Proceeds
for tonight's contest

go to the Honolulu
Crippled Children's Society.

Hey, Dorsey.

Tonight's a big night
for both of us.

And I just want you
to know that...

You prayed for me,
huh, Delbert?

Del.

Yeah.

Thanks.

T.C.
Hey, T.M.

Where's Dorsey?

Coach is putting me
on the special team tonight.

That's great.
Where's Dorsey?

I don't know.
Try the training room.

Come on.
Huh?

I may need your help.

Need my help?
Oh, wait... wait... wait. I don't wanna know.

I help you, I don't get
a chance to play. Bye.

T.C.!

Ladies and gentlemen,
now coming on the field,

let's hear it for
the New Jersey Blazers.

And here come
the Pac-10 All-Stars.

You gonna give us
your best shot?

I always do.

You ought to know that
by now.

Hey, Hoss.

Come to watch me
win this game?

No. To stop you
from throwing your arm away.

Magnum, you're not
part of the team.

Get out.

Wait a minute.
What's going on here?

She and the doc here

have been using injections
without cortisone.

Your arm may feel okay,
but it's not, Dorsey.

That's a lie.

What? Insurance?

Maybe a little getting even?

I want him
out of here.

Hey, pal. Wait...
wait a minute.

Oh, come on, Ski.

Look, I'm just trying
to help Dorsey.

Not so fast, Doc.

I knew it.

Hey, Ski...

Dorsey,
stay out of it.

What're you doing?

I knew it.

My shoulder's out.
I knew it.

Dumbo, get out of the way.

That's a.32, isn't it?

You killed
April Ann.

No, l...

No, you were shooting at me.

Afraid I'd catch on
to what you were doing?

Eleanor,
tell him to let me go.

What're you gonna do,
Eleanor, shoot us all?

Dumbo,
let me go.

My name's Clarence.

Move it, Dumbo.
Damn it!

Hit bad, Clarence?

Are you kidding?

After 15 years
in the pros?

Dorsey!

T.C., hold 'em
until the police get here.

Dorsey.

I knew I wasn't
gonna get to play.

Dorsey.

How's Clarence?

He's okay.
Where are you going?

Are you nuts?

Dorsey, you gotta start
listening to people.

They're not
treating your shoulder.

It's just painkiller.

You go all out,
you'll rip it apart for good.

Dorsey,
you'll be all washed up.

Tom, I'm 33.

If I don't go out there
and give it another shot,

if I try to wait another year
for this thing to heal,

I'm washed up anyway.

Maybe.

But at least
you'll have an arm hanging from your shoulder.

Listen to them. They want me.

So did that kid
with the rifle.

Dorsey,
you're a human being,

you're not
a piece of merchandise.

Those people don't own you.
Mrs. Greeley doesn't own you.

When it comes
right down to it,

only you own you.

That's right.

You're right, Tom.
You was always right.

But I don't know.
It feels pretty good.

That's just
the lidocaine talking.

Well, what if it's healed?

Dorsey, you know
the odds are against that.

Yeah, I know.

But what if it was you?

What if it was
your last hurrah?

Dorsey.

Double-pump before you throw
to Sibby on a "Y" out.

Dorsey! Dorsey! Dorsey!

Dorsey! Dorsey! Dorsey!

Thanks, Hoss.

Dorsey! Dorsey! Dorsey!

Dorsey! Dorsey!

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