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MAGNUM: You have a guest
on the estate who's
an assassin's target.

HOOKER: We just don't
want anything to happen
to the Brigadier.

That's all
you need to know.

(DOGS BARKING)

What are those turkeys
with automatic weapons
doing here?

I'm afraid
we have to take
a few precautions.

| just want
to get some sun
after flying all night

and being
subjected to
a body search.

Body search?

Higgins?

Ahoy, there!
This is a private beach,
and you are trespassing.

"Ahoy, there.”
That's very good.

What's he doing?

Magnum, you idiot!

(CAR BRAKES SQUEALING)

We've got a dead man
who can't tell us why
he's here, who sent him...

We can't go around
telling everybody
everything.

You tell them
what they need to know.

Otherwise, people might
find out what really is
going on, here.

Hey! Mandy,
get out of there!
Get out of there!

Why?
Just get out
of there!

(MANDY SCREAMS)
(GUNS FIRING)

(CAR REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIREN WAILING)

NEWSCASTER: /n Belfast,
Northern Ifreland,

where a bomb blast
destroyed an office building
last Tuesday.

A special task force

under the command
of Brigadier General
Alistair Ffolkes

brought about
the mass arrest of dozens
of suspected /RA terrorists.

While many protested
in the streets

against the alleged use
of strong-arm tactics

and the questioning
of prisoners,

the results were
undeniably successful,

as General Ffolkes
disclosed the capture
of two top IRA leaders,

Pat Farnsworth
and Tim Barstow.

The unofficial word is
that the IRA has sworn
to retaliate

against
General Ffolkes.

(PHONE RINGING)
The official word is
"silence."

In Belfast,
a special...

HIGGINS:
Yes, Mr. Masters.

HIGGINS: As a matter of fact,
| was watching a news report

about my former commander
on the telly.

Fascinating.
Rest assured, sir.

| made all the necessary
arrangements.

Nothing is being left
to chance.

Oh. I've taken the liberty
of transferring

those two
lovely stewardesses
to the guesthouse.

NEWSCASTER: The results
were undeniably successtul,

as General Ffolkes
disclosed the capture
last Tuesday.

The General, it seems,
has disappeared.

HIGGINS: We need not
worry about Magnum.

He's off on one of his cases
and won't be back
for another week.

MAGNUM: Higgins had
changed the frequency
to open the main gate.

Now, | can usually take
his silly games,
but not this morning.

| was tired,
my muscles ached

from squatting
in the brush all night.

No, you don't want to know
what the case was.

And all | wanted was
to climb into bed
and get some sleep.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

(GROANS)

Zeus?

Apollo?

Hi, guys.

(DOGS BARKING)

(CAMERA CONTINUES CLICKING)

Ah!

(DOGS BARKING)

First the main gate,
and now, the guest house.

Higgins was trying
to tell me something.

It was coming across
loud and clear.

Work the lock.

Keep working
the lock.

Hi, guys.

(GRUNTING)

What the hell's
going on here?

Hey, look! If you
just tell me what
you're looking for...

Get out of my stuff!
You've got no right
to get in my stuff!

Hi. Where are
those dogs?

And where's Higgins?
What the hell did
you do with Higgins?

What's going
on, here?
That's what | said!

Oh, yes. Magnum.
Yes. You can let him go.

I'm sorry,
Mr. Magnum.

| didn't realize
you belong here.

You're damn right | do.
Now, who the hell
are you?

My name's Ffolkes.
Brigadier, British Army.

I'm sorry about this,

but I'm afraid we have
to take a few precautions
while I'm here.

It won't happen again.

(YELLING)

Higgins!
Magnum, what are
you doing here?

What am | doing here?

What are those turkeys
with automatic weapons
doing here?

Brigadier Ffolkes,
is a guest
of Robin Masters.

Those men are
his security personnel.

| don't care
who the hell they are.

They've got no right
to search my stuff.

| feel like | parachuted
into East Berlin.

What the hell is
going on here, anyway?

They are Robin Masters’
guests here
for the weekend.

That's all
you need to know.

Well, Robin's taste
in houseguests

is beginning to slip,
if you ask me.

And here are
the extra towels
| thought you might need.

Sorry about
all the confusion.

These young ladies fly
for Pan Pacific.

They are also
Robin's guests.

| didn't expect you back,
so | put them up
in the guest house.

Hi, I'm Tom Magnum.
Welcome to Stalag 17.

No offense.
| didn't mean that
about the houseguests.

Hi. I'm Mandy.
This is Suzie.

You must be
the private eye that
Robin told us about.

Well, | prefer
to be called
Private Investigator.

You prefer to
be called, period.

| bet you're
just coming back
from a case.

| can't wait to
hear all about it.

Mandy, | hate
to break this up,
but Magnum looks bushed.

Besides, | just want
to get some sun
after flying all night

and being
subjected to
a body search.

Body search?

Higgins?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Well, since we
only have one bed,

| recommend
we sleep in shifts.

| volunteer
for the first one.

A body search?

Huh.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello? Hello, Thomas.
You there?

Hello?
Hello.

Are you all right?

You sound like my dog
the time she got hit
by the pineapple truck.

Yeah. No.

Who is this?
What do you mean,
"Who is this?"

Now, how many people
do you know
that had a dog

that was hit
by a pineapple truck?

Come on. Get up.
It's almost noon.

Look. | didn't hit the rack
until a couple of hours ago.

Well, throw
some water on it,

shake your tail.
I've got some
business for you.

Okay. Tell you what.

Just take their number
and I'll call them later,
all right?

Thomas, stop with
the plea bargaining,
okay?

I've got a bar bill here
with your name on it

that reads
like a Swiss bank
account number.

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

Okay, look.
(WATER GUSHING)

| tell you what.
You just, uh...

Give me a couple
of minutes to wake up

and I'll go take a couple
of laps, okay?

Forget the laps and
back-stroke your way
over here, okay?

Rick? (EXHALES)

There's one thing
you've got to learn.

The human body
is very important.

| will see you
after my dip.

He'll be here
in a while.
DOBEY: A while?

And what's a while?
A while, okay?
A while.

A while.

Whoo.

That creep still there?

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Oh, | think
he's harmless.

| think he's had
his nickel's worth.

(CONTINUES CLICKING)

| hate these creeps
who think

a suntan and a hairy chest
makes them a super-stud.

Hi.
Hi.

Hi.

My shift in the bedroom,
Magnum?

Be my guest.

I'll catch up
with you.

How was
your swim?
Good.

| still can't believe
you're a real,
live detective.

Your life must be
a thrill a minute.

Like this morning.

If they had grabbed me
like that, | would have
been scared to death.

Oh. Well, you learn
to handle those things
in due course.

Tom?
Yeah.

Do you think you'll
do any detectiving
while I'm here?

"Detectiving?"

Yeah. I'd love a chance
to see what you do
in action.

(CHUCKLES) Well, | don't
whip off my glasses

and run into
the phone booth,

if that's what
you mean.

Not if it's a pay phone,
anyway.

Higgins,
that is my camera.

It's Robin's camera.
Not yours.

But he left it in my care.
| am responsible for it.

| can't imagine your
being responsible
for anything.

Ahoy, there!
Ahoy, there!

(LAUGHING)

"Ahoy, there.”
That's very good.

You are sailing
a restricted area.

| repeat.
A restricted area.

This is a private beach,
and you are trespassing.

Higgins.
You developed my film.

These pictures
are evidence in a...

in a case that
I'm working on
and confidential.

Oh, is that what
they call those kinds
of pictures now?

It's called
personal property,

and I'd appreciate it
if you'd tell your yo-yos

to keep their hands off it
from now on.

If you wish to put yourself
up off the grounds
until they leave.

No, | didn't think so.

Well, as long as
you're remaining
with us,

you're invited
to dinner this evening
at the main house.

| am?

Brigadier General
Alistair Ffolkes
has graciously

invited all
of Robin Masters' guests
to dine with him tonight.

That quite amazingly
includes you.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh. And we dress
for dinner, Magnum.

That means
a white dinner jacket
and tie, of course.

Of course.

Of course.

Smile, Brigadier.

It will look good
on your obituary.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

(GUITAR PLAYING)

Is that a new song,
Rudy?

(CHUCKLING)
Just tuning up, Rick.

Magnum.

Hey, | thought you said
a morning dip.

You could have
dog-paddled across
the English Channel by now.

Rick, | said
I'd be here.
I'm here.

Uh-huh.
Is T.C. around yet?

No. T.C. isn't around.
And there's a guy
upstairs in my office

that's been waiting
since 11:00.

That's no way
to run a business.
Really, Thomas.

What's he interested in?

| don't Know.
Let's find out.

Hey, Thomas.
Rick.
Oh. T.C.

Hey.
Nice-looking crowd.

Whoa.

Nice-looking crowd,
indeed. Whoo!

That's... That's great.
You brought it, huh?

Oh. Yeah.

Hey, man.
This is guaranteed to
make the ladies swoon.

This baby has
seen more action
than Muhammad Ali.

What is this?
A tailor shop?

Well?

Geez, | don't know.
It's a little short
in the sleeves.

All right, so you're
a little taller than | am.

Just don't reach
for the salt,

and it will
fit pretty good
in the shoulders.

But he'll take it.
Wrap it up. Let's go.

No, wait. | mean,
| don't know, T.C.

Oh, you ever tried
pricing one of these?

Oh, no. It's okay.
It's okay.

| just... See,
| don't want to ruin it.
Mmm-hmm.

But I'm only
going to wear it
this one night.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

| don't want to
know anymore
about it.

Next thing | know,
you're having me involved
in one of your crazy cases.

See this jacket?
Yeah.

| want it back
just the way
you got it, okay?

Right.
Later, Rick.

Thanks, T.C.,
| owe you one.

(LAUGHS)

HOOKER: We have
reason to believe that
Brigadier General Ffolkes

may experience some
difficulty with the IRA
while he's here.

So, we would like you
to sort of keep
an eye on things.

You know,
internal surveillance

while he's out there
on the estate.

Considering your position,
that shouldn't raise
any eyebrows.

Somehow
| get the impression

we're talking about
British eyebrows.

We just don't
want anything to happen
to the Brigadier.

That's all
you need to know.

Not if you want
my help, it's not.

DOBEY: Come on, Hooker.
Give it to him straight.

| want to get out of here
and get something to eat.

My stomach's
really starting
to act up.

Here. You can
order lunch right here,
my friend.

| think that
can wait. (SIGHS)

You see, as far
as Northern Ireland
is concerned,

the British cousins
are a bit touchy.

Now, we've offered them
our help

and they have said,
"Thanks, but no thanks.”

SO, Officially,
this is hands-off.

But we do not
want a repeat of
the Mountbatten affair

in our own backyard.

How about just a glass
of orange juice or something
to hold me over?

Orange juice is $3.

That's for the large.
It's only $2
for the small.

You guys lose
your wallets
or something?

You can't put $3
for orange juice on
an expense account.

| thought Uncle Sam paid
for all that stuff.

HOOKER: What,
with the budget cuts
we've had?

We're lucky they didn't
send us out here
in a canoe.

This is Magnum.
Could you send up
an orange juice, please?

Yeah. Large.
Thank you.

Don't worry.
It's on me.

DOBEY: Thanks, Magnum.
Mmm-hmm.

MAGNUM: What makes
you think they're going
to try for him here?

| didn't say that.

| think they'd find it
much easier to hit him
on his own territory.

Unless he's too heavily
guarded back there.

Well, what are
you saying, Magnum?
Are you in?

For 200 a day,
plus expenses.

$200 a day?
What are you
trying to do?

Rip off
your own government?

| don't do that.

But goodwill doesn't keep
the finance companies

and the landlords
off my back.

What's fair is fair.

Just drink your
orange juice, will you?
$200 a day...

Cheers.
...1S one hell of
a lot of money.

Not if you only
work 10 days
a year, it isn't.

Oh, all right, all right.
200 a day.

But for that kind of money,
we get periodic check-ins
every two hours.

Every six hours.

All right. I'll give
you a number, you can
reach us 24 hours a day.

Right. Uh, look,
while you guys are
taking in the sun,

there's something
that you might check.

There was a guy
buzzing the shoreline
on a catamaran today.

He had a camera
or some binoculars.

It looked like
a custom-made sail.

A white gull
in the setting sun.

Well, it sounds
like it's worth
checking out.

$200 worth it's not.
But it's something.

Just let me know
what you find out,
okay, Hooker?

Oh, yeah.
We'll keep in touch.

Come on, Dobey.

Thanks again,
Magnum.
Right.

| need something to eat
and a place to lay down.

And don't think
I'm not going
to complain.

Spending all night
at the airport.

Do me a favor,
will you, Rick?

You want a make
on the catamaran.
Right.

What's the matter?
Don't you trust
Punch and Judy?

Would you?
(CHUCKLES)

(WHISTLES)

What do you want me
to do with it?

Put it on my tab.

(WHISTLING TUNE)

You missed a spot.

Thank you.

(DOGS BARKING)

What's the matter
with them?

Magnum must be back.

Hi.

You guys are worse
than the dogs.

Hi, Higgins.

Look. When
you're through
with the Audi...

| can start on the Ferrari.
How very original of you.

What'd you do
to Higgins? (LAUGHING)

He's in a terrible mood.

Nothing. | just
pointed out a couple
of spots he missed.

Nothing else to do?

Well,
it gets pretty boring
laying around all day.

| mean,
how much sun
can you take?

What have you
been up to?
A case?

The one you were
working on last night?

No. A different one.

(LAUGHS)
Another one already?

Well, your life
must read like one
of Robin Masters’ novels.

(LAUGHS) Not really.

Of course,
| have been known to
give him an idea or two.

You know, whenever
he gets stuck?

| knew it.
| bet you were that
espionage agent

he had in the one
about the missing
pieces of jade.

No.
Well, Tom,
it had to be you!

Mandy. | don't even
own a trench coat.

You're making
fun of me.
No, I'm not.

(SIGHS)

Well, then, next time,
can | go with you?

(LAUGHING) Where?

Wherever you go
on your case.

Mandy, | can't
take you with me.

Tom! | wouldn't
be any trouble.

I'd be invisible.
| mean, you wouldn't
even know | was there.

Oh, believe me,
I'd know.

No, you wouldn't.

Look, Mandy.
Maybe next time you're in.

You know, it's...
it's really not
that exciting.

(PHONE RINGING)
Oh, Tom. You're
being too modest.

| bet it's
very exciting.

The phone's ringing.

I'm going to
answer the phone.

Tom?

Do | disturb you
in some way?

Disturb me?
No. Why?

Well, | don't know.
You just seem
sort of nervous.

Nervous?

Oh, look, Mandy.
Why don't you go
in there

and put some clothes on?

And then, we can run
into Waikiki

and then we'll have
a nice lunch, okay?

Can we go to one of
your local hangouts

so | can meet those
crazy characters
you deal with?

Mandy. We'll have
a nice lunch, okay?

Okay.

Hello?

Hey. Magnum?

It's Hooker.
How are things
going out there?

Oh, fine. | was
just running a few
security checks.

How about your end?

Oh, well,
it's nothing to
worry about here.

That beach boy
in the sailboat turns out
to be a stringer

for King Town
Publications.

You know,
one of those, uh...

Takes photos
for one of those
supermarket sensations.

Tells you what Cher
had for breakfast,
that sort of thing.

He's probably trying
to cop a couple of shots
of Farrah Fawcett

sunbathing
in the buff.

Well, | don't buy that.
There's got to be more.

Look. That estate
you're on there

is notorious
for its weekend guests.

| think it all fits.

Yeah.
Any other weekend
but this one.

But what about
this guy's background?

| mean,
how long has he been
in the islands?

Where's he come from?

Look. Magnum.
It's a dead end.

Drop it. Get on
to the next hole.

Now, wait a minute,
Hooker.

Just wait a minute.

What kind
of check is that?

| give you a possible lead
that should demand
a triple-star run-down

and you guys
come back with
a surface analysis?

We're not checking
this guy's credit rating.

Look. Magnum.
We checked the guy out.

We came up with nothing.
That's all you need to know.

The guy is Mr. Clean.

(BEEPING)

MAGNUM:
When Mandy and !
got back from lunch,

Rick had an address
on the beach boy,
Jerry Samson.

| don't know why
| was convinced

there had to be more to him
than Hooker and Dobey
had turned up.

It was just
something | felt.

Come on. Give me
some weight, will you?

Just push, will you?
| am pushing.

I'm pushing back.

Be careful.
We've got to turn out.

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

Hey, will you take it easy?
| told Sarducci it would
come back like it was...

Sarducci. Don't you
think we should turn
the trunk on ends

so we can
get it through
the door?

Oh, will you come on?

| got it.

Ciao.

"Ciao?"

What do | know?
That's what Sarducci
always says.

(GRUNTING)

| told you
to take it easy.

Okay. What are
we looking for?

| don't Know.

What do you mean,
you don't know?

| don't Know, yet.
I'll Know when | find it.

Oh. Magnum?

Just a minute.
| think | found something.

So did I.

What are you two doing
in here?

What are we doing in here?
What are you doing in here?

What does it look like
we're doing in here?

We have this place
staked out.

| think you've
just blown it for us.

| thought you said
it was a dead end,
Hooker.

| told you what
you needed to know.

Oh, can that
"need to know" bull.
Just can it!

Just a minute, Magnum.
You want everybody
out there to know?

Look. If I'm in
on this case,
I'm in on all levels.

Now, are you going
to fill me in, Hooker,

or do | have
a little talk
with the Brigadier?

Ffolkes is in charge of
British land-based forces
in Northern Ireland

for the past
two years.

He's attached
to Special Air Services.

Those guys are SAS?

Yeah, | should have
realized that's the way
they operated.

Four-man teams,
no identifying insignia.

Anyway, Ffolkes
and his men have been
remarkably successful

at knocking down
IRA factions operating
out of Alston.

The latest unit
they took apart

was one headed
by two guys named
Farnsworth and Barstow.

Now, Farnsworth and
Barstow come up for
sentencing tomorrow.

The makes in the IRA
have said if Farnsworth
and Barstow go down,

the IRA
will retaliate.
By killing Ffolkes.

Now, why didn't
you tell me that
this morning?

Because | told you
before you had...

...no need to know.
No need to know.
Terrific.

Hooker,
what did you really
dig up on Samson?

Tell him.

He came out here
from the States
about a month ago.

Irish descent.

During his stint in college,
he was associated with
a couple of radical groups.

They were pro-IRA,

but he was never involved
with any active
known agitators.

A lot of kids
suddenly discover
their roots

and start waving banners
and yelling slogans.

This guy is doing
a lot more than
just waving banners.

Look, Magnum.

For the moment,
you're technically
a US Government agent.

You can't go around
breaking and entering
like this.

This guy can bring us
up on charges.

Only kind of charges
he's interested in
is this.

Plastique.
Explosives?

Bye.

Yeah, that, uh...
does change
things, doesn't it?

Just a bit.

Okay. We'll take it
from here.

Dobey, get us
some backup.
Get on the horn.

Find Samson
and pick him up.

That's more like it.

Look, Hooker.

No more of this
"need to know"
crap, okay?

Okay.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)

MAGNUM: T.C. was right.
My attire drew some
questioning glances.

Especially from Higgins.

But after the initial
couple of minutes,
| got used fo it.

| just hadn't been
able to reach for
the salt all evening.

| had the feeling
we were all
under scrutiny.

The Brigadier had
the kind of
probing eyes

that could bore through
to the back of your skull.

It could be
most unnerving.

| bet you've seen
quite a lot of action
in your career.

Yes, | suppose | have.

| was in Africa,
France,

Cyprus and Belfast.

MANDY: Belfast?
I'll bet you were glad
to get out of there.

FFOLKES: Mmm-hmm,
frankly, yes.

Although,
Northern Ireland is
a very beautiful place.

| don't suppose
either of you have ever
been there, have you?

SUZIE: No. No,
| haven't.

MANDY: | have,
Brigadier.

FFOLKES: Really?
Where'd you go?
Belfast?

Yes. | didn't really
get a chance to see it.

It was just on
an overnight.

How about you, Magnum?

Uh, no, sir.
Never have been.

Yes, well,
it's not exactly
a tourist spot is it?

And it can be
a bit tense nowadays.

Explosive might
be a better term
for it, sir.

Hmm. (CHUCKLES)

MANDY: You know, | really
don't understand why
you're fighting there.

Why don't the English
just let the Irish have
Northern Ireland back?

Well, we're not
fighting there,
my dear.

The Army is merely
an extension of
the police force.

We're trying
to prevent violence.

You see,
the majority of the people
in Northern Ireland

don't want to be
separated from
the United Kingdom.

And the IRA is
trying to bomb them
into changing their minds.

|, personally,
don't think that's
the way to do it.

What brings you
out here, Brigadier?

Magnum,
the Brigadier is a guest
of Robin Masters.

| do believe
it's his prerogative to
vacation where he pleases.

FFOLKES: No, it's quite
all right, Higgins.

Actually, | came out
for the sunshine.

The Army
suggested | might
take a few days off

because some terrorists
that my unit had captured
are coming up for trial.

The authorities thought
that some of their friends

might have a try
at killing me.

How do you sleep
at night?

Well, sometimes,
not too well.

But I'm hoping
it will be rather
different here.

After all,
Hawaii is a long way
from Northern Ireland.

Now, if you'll
excuse me

| think
I'll hit the hay.

I'm working on
an eleven-hour jet lag.

I'll see you
all tomorrow.
Goodnight, sir.

Will there be
anything else, ladies?

Oh. No, thanks.

I'm going to
slip on my suit
and grab a quick dip.

Anybody care
to join me?
Sure. I'll go.

MAGNUM: I'll join you
in a minute.

Higgins.
How well do you
know the Brigadier?

| served as
his Sergeant Major
in '51. In Hong Kong.

Why?

Did you know
about the possibility

of an attempt
on his life
before this evening?

No. As a matter of fact,
| didn't.

But there was no need
for me to know.

Oh, come on, now.
Not you, too.

No need to know you have
a guest on the estate who's
an assassin's target?

Oh, come now, Magnum.
I'm well aware of
the Brigadier's position

and that
his life is always
in imminent danger.

His security
has been paramount
since his arrival here.

As you've
witnessed yourself.

Believe me. No one is
going to make an attempt
on the Brigadier's life

while he's
in my bailiwick.

No. | guess one
wouldn't dare,
would one?

(SIGHS)

Ah, that's good
for my cold.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Hi.
Didn't mean
to startle you.

(LAUGHS)
That's all right.

Decide to take in
a little air, Brigadier?

No. As a matter of fact,
| wanted to have a few
quiet words with you.

In private.

Tell me, Magnum.
Who is it you're
working for now?

Is it the NIA still
or some other outfit?

Now, what makes you think
I'm working for anybody?

Well, if | was
in their shoes

and an ex-agent like you
happened to be
in the neighborhood,

I'd snap you up
immediately.

Well,
why would they want
anybody like me?

Aren't we all
on the same side,
Brigadier?

Technically, yes.
But you know
the score, Magnum.

The left hand
doesn't know what
the right hand's doing.

It's all a question
of "need to know,"
isn't it?

Yes, that's right.

Maybe that's
what's wrong
with our firms.

Maybe if we communicated
a little better, there would
be a little less killing?

Yes. It's a nice idea,
but | doubt it.

It's practically
impossible to eliminate
inter-agency rivalries,

| mean, it would be like
taking the competition

out of the Super Bowl
or the World Series,
wouldn't it? (CHUCKLES)

Well, that certainly
makes it sound like
a nice little game.

Yes, | know what
you mean, Magnum.

It's a serious business.

People lose their lives.
Of course.

That's the way it is.

And if it's a game,
it's a game that
| want to win.

Beat the other fellow.

Because if you can
change the world,

I'd be happy to
go along with you.

In the meantime,
I've got to do
my job, haven't I?

And you've got to
do yours.

Which brings me back
to my original point.

(CHUCKLES)

Who are you working for?

Well, Brigadier,
| don't believe you
have a need to know.

Goodnight, sir.

(SIGHS)

(SCOFFS)

It's getting chilly.
I'm calling it a night.

Well, I'm going to stay
and do a couple more laps
and work off that meal.

Bye.

MAGNUM:
How's the water?

Oh!

Tom, you gave me
goose bumps!

Yeah, well, | affect
some women that way.

Oh. Well, since you
can't join me,

| guess
I'll have to join you.

Hey! Mandy,
get out of there!
Get out of there!

Why?
Just get out
of there!

(MANDY SCREAMS)
(GUN FIRING)

Don't shoot!
It's Magnum!

(CONTINUES FIRING)

(MANDY SCREAMS)

HIGGINS: Magnum!

HOOKER: No,
send them tomorrow.

Four of them, right?

No, you get
the clean-up
out here tonight,

and I'll have
the divers tomorrow
as soon as possible. Right.

How is she?

Oh, well, she finally
fell asleep.

Suzie'’s gonna
stay with her
in case she wakes up.

Well, a hot toddy will
help to calm her nerves.

| think she'll sleep
through the night.

We were lucky,
you know?

If the tide had been in,
you'd never seen have him.

You know,
| don't believe
any of this.

Talk about a giant
waste of energy.

What are you
talking about,
Magnum?

| am talk... | am
talking about all this
cloak and dagger stuff.

I'm talking about
nobody talking
to anybody.

Magnum, | think
you can appreciate that
in a matter like this,

you can't go around
telling everybody
everything.

No.
Just that you tell them
what they need to know.

Otherwise, people might
find out what really is
going on, here.

We wouldn't have
this kind of a mess.

But instead,
we've got a dead man

who can't tell us
why he's here,
who sent him,

are there others.

Look, Magnum.
We know why
he was here.

We know
who sent him.

We think we know.

And there's
a big difference,
in my book.

I'm not a 100% sure
this guy's part
of the IRA

Magnum,
can we have this
discussion later?

Why?

Oh, what is
with you guys?
What is with you?

This man is responsible
for this place,

and he's got
a dead man
on his hands.

He has every right to
know every damn thing
that's going on, here.

Higgins, you stay
if you want.

| have to look in
on the Brigadier.

Magnum...

I'm glad
you're all right.

Look, Magnum.
The Brigadier is
leaving in the morning.

| think your end of this
is all wrapped up.

Hey, guys. Doesn't it
even strike you
as a little bit funny

that this guy didn't
have a weapon?

And we found explosives
at his place?

But Magnum if there is
anything out there,

the divers will find it
in the morning.

As far as you're concerned,
this case is closed.

I've got my man.
I've got as much
evidence as | need.

Just like that.
That's it.

You just sweep
the rest of it
under the rug.

Magnum, just submit
your bill, hmm?

It's only 11.30.
| think you've
only been working

for your Uncle Sam
one full day now.

He really appreciates
your help.

Dobey?

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

MAGNUM:
| didn't sleep at all.

Hooker could have been right.
Samson could have dropped
his weapon when he got hit.

But there was
something else.

Something
Hooker said.

The trial of Farnsworth
and Barstow was today.

A hit on the Brigadier
last night would have
been a day early.

What's with
the Sea Hunt outfit?

Oh.

Something about
last night. | just...

It's just bothering me,
that's all.

Anyway, look,
| know you'd rather
not talk about it.

No. No, I'm all right.
Really.

You sure
you're okay now?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Tom, | never got a chance
to talk to you about
what happened last night.

There's nothing
to talk about.

You're all right.
That's enough.

| know.

But | was
never so scared
in my whole life.

Those men
were horrible.

They were just...
just horrible.

It's all right.

(SIGHS)
It's okay.

Don't go
too far this time.
Don't take long.

Well...

I'm going back
up to the main house.

Higgins is
letting us move
back in today.

That's just my luck.
(LAUGHS)

MAGNUM: /f Jerry Samson
had been on his way
to kill the Brigadier,

a gun ora bomb
or something

should have been
at the bottom
of the tidal pool.

But after covering
every foot of it,
! found nothing.

May | help you get
the rest of it now,
please?

(BEEPING)

And how was
your morning swim?

Fine.

The car doesn't
look too shabby.

Thank you.

| should be back
within the hour.

Then, | can
settle you into
the main house.

Get cleared out quickly,
then come out
to the airport.

Yes, sir.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.
Have a nice trip,
Brigadier.

Thank you.

(CAR STARTS)

Did you
find anything?
No. Nothing.

See, nothing happened
to the Brigadier while
he was on the grounds.

The Audi.
What?

| bet Jerry Samson
didn't own one.

So?

He had
a repair manual for one

and the sales receipt
for an auto part.

I've got to
catch Higgins.
Thomas.

Around here, now.
Come on.

Mandy.

(TURNS OFF ENGINE)

You were in it
all along.

Jerry was just
a delivery boy.

You were going
to make the hit.

Mandy.
Tom. Don't.

I'll use this
if you force it.

No. You couldn't.

You're not
that stupid.

After last night's
demonstration.

They're animals.
They're murderers.

Tell me about it,
when four men
get blown to hell,

including
an innocent bystander
named Higgins.

MANDY:
You won't understand.

You don't
see their brutality.

Their treatment
of people in prison
without trial.

Contempt for
a whole race of people.

Not just now,
but for the past
300 years.

MAGNUM:
When is it all
going to stop?

The killing
and the violence?

When all of Ireland
is united.

When we're a nation
once again.

And then, what? You're...
You're just going to push
all this behind you

and forget that
the end justifies
the means.

Mandy...
Thomas, shut up!

No!
(GUN FIRES)

She wasn't
going to shoot!

You're a bloody fool
if you believe that,
Magnum.

(STARTS ENGINE)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

MAGNUM: My only chance was
if Higgins stuck to his
usual route to the airport.

(BEEPS)

But if he'd contracted
the security fever,

he might try
something fancy and
take an alternate route.

And then, | had no way
of reaching him in time.

If there was any left.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(HORN HONKING)

Magnum, you idiot!

A bomb!

Get the hell
out of there!
There's a bomb!

Bomb?

Bomb?

Yes.

Well, when is it
going to blow?

(EXPLOSION)

Now.

| thought
we disposed of our man
last night, Magnum.

| suppose
we missed somebody.

It was the girl,
Brigadier.

And your men
didn't miss her.

Hmm. Thomas,
| can't wait until
you taste this.

| haven't tasted
sauce like this
since Sarducci made it.

S Roma... 2

(HUMMING TUNE)

Taste this.
Sinatra would
even go nuts for it.

You didn't kill her,
Thomas.

| didn't save her,
either.

Look, she did
what she had to do.

And the Brigadier
and his boys did
what they had to do.

Now, damn, Tom,
it wasn't so different
for us at one time.

Or did you forget?

Come on.
Drink your wine.
Life goes on.

(DOGS BARKING)

Thanks, buddy.

(GASPING)

(BARKING FEROCIOUSLY)

Shut up, you mangy
bloodhounds

(PANTING)

Thomas, you've
got to do something
about them dogs.

You're going to
have to do something
about those dogs.

T.C. Don't talk
to me about it.
Talk to Higgins.

Yeah. All right. Sure.
I'll talk to Higgins.

I'm not afraid
to talk to Higgins.

Hey, you want
to join us for some
of Rick's pasta?

You got my jacket?

Yeah, stay.
We've got a lot.

Man, | don't want
no pasta.

I'm going
to remember that.

Something's happened
to my jacket?

(LAUGHS)

What makes you think
something happened
to your jacket?

Because you didn't
say something
didn't happen to it.

T.C. It is
in the closet.

I'm going to go
for a swim.

Whoa, whoa.
No, you're not.

You wait right there
until | check
my jacket out.

| got this date with
this fine flight attendant
coming in here,

and | want to look good
because | look good
in this jacket.

Well?

Hey. It's okay.

Hey, man.
I'm sorry.

Anytime you want
to use this jacket,

just feel free
to ask me, okay?

You got it.

I... | just
need it tonight

because I've got this
ebony wahine, lil’ short,
natural good-looking chick,

and | really want to
look good because
| look good in this...

Magnum!