Original subtitles

He's in trouble, Thomas.

What did he do, overcharge a tourist?

RICK: He got caught smuggling someone into the islands.

Stand clear. Take it easy. | just want to talk to my buddy.

Ain't no friends of mine.

T.C.? Hey, don't lay that "T.C." jive on me.

| said you ain't my friends.

He landed onboard a ship, refueled, and then headed back in.

It's time for T.C. to get out of here.

I'm not gonna let you do that, T.C.

Hey. Hey! Hey! T.C.!

(INAUDIBLE)

Joey, if you even suckered me...

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

Lights, Captain David.

Get those floodlights on.

T.C.: Right on.

Dead slow.

Dead slow. Aye-aye, sir.

(LEVER RINGING)

All right, get those pumps set, on the double!

Hand pumps?

Follow me.

MAN: Come on, Murphy. Move it! Let's get those tanks full.

Do you know how long it's gonna take them to fill my tanks

using hand pumps?

Thirty or 40 minutes. Thirty or 40...

Man, if I'm not out of here in 10,

it's gonna be dawn by the time | get to Oahu.

I'm sorry. creat

Great. I'll tell that to the Coast Guard if they catch me.

You can, uh... You can stay until tonight, if you wish.

Hey, man, I'm serious. It's just a suggestion.

Where's Joey? He's below.

Perhaps, you'd like to see him while

your helicopter's being refueled.

Ain't no "perhaps" about it.

Take him to the boy's cabin, Spark.

T.C.! Whoa!

You clean, boy?

Ever since | called you, man.

Look, just old ones,

nothing fresh.

See? See, T.C.?

(SIGHS)

Come on, Joey boy.

Let's go home. Oh...

MAN: Any chance he'll land on one of the other islands?

No. He has only enough petrol

to take this direct route to Oahu.

All the other islands are beyond his range.

And the flight will take three hours? N’est-ce pas?

Oui.

Send the SOS giving this position in one hour.

Very good.

JOEY: After Saigon fell, |! went to Thailand.

Things weren't any better there.

| sold a little morphine...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

| don't want to know nothing.

What | don't know, | don't know.

(STUTTERING) I'm sorry, T.C. Uh...

I'm just a little nervous, | guess.

| mean... | don't Know... Running all the time,

it Kinda gets you that way.

You know, it's been some time since you went over the hill.

Maybe you ought to consider turning yourself in.

(STUTTERING) Oh, no. No, | couldn't make it in prison.

You know that, T.C. I... | couldn't make it in prison.

Yeah, well, you ain't doing so damn hot on the outside, either, boy.

Hey, no. | mean, you're not gonna pull this turning me in for my own good stuff.

| mean, ‘cause, come on, man... I'll jump. I'll kill myself.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, yo, stop it! Stop it!

| mean, would | be risking my life,

flying at 50 feet, if | was gonna turn you in?

All right.

I'm gonna do what | promised to do.

Then, it's quits between you and me, you hear?

What? Said quits.

| mean, you can't run forever, boy, and some day

you gonna figure that out.

Until you do, don't you turn to me again, because if you do,

| won't be there to help you, all right?

Okay. Just... Just get me home.

That's all |... | want.

| just want to go home.

(SIGHS)

Yeah, man, that's what I'm trying to do.

MAN: Picking up a distress signal, Sir.

MAN 2: What are the coordinates?

MAN 1: Yaw! Britannia,

161 degrees, 10 minutes,

west longitude, 17 degrees, 12 minutes...

...north latitude. Okay.

Sinking fast. Three crew members, five passengers.

Got it.

JOEY: How much longer?

About 50 minutes.

If you look close, you can see the big island

at about three o'clock.

Oh, yeah, | could just see it.

After eight years, good old U.S.A.

My world, man.

Uh-oh.

What?

Look like we got a welcoming committee.

It's a white C-130.

Coast Guard, search and rescue plane.

They must be out here looking for someone in trouble.

Now what do we do?

Pray they don't spot us.

Barbers Point, Rescue One,

still no sign of that yawl,

but we've got a chopper, a Hughes 500-D, low on the deck,

headed toward Oahu.

Scramble the ready helicopter intercept,

(KLAXON BLARING) and contact the Marines at K-Base.

Might need their assistance.

| don't Know what he's up to, but whatever it is,

bet a month's pay it isn't legal.

Yes, sir.

JOEY: You think they saw us?

Uh-huh. But, you can't be sure, T.C.

Oh, yes, | can.

Oh, no. Oh, no, I'm not gonna let them take me alive.

I'm gonna jump first, | tell you!

Cool it, man! Cool it! They ain't caught you, yet.

Now, one more word out of you, and you won't have to jump,

I'll push you out! | said | was gonna get you home,

and that's what I'm gonna do.

Suck it up, man. Here we go.

PILOT: Sir, he's gone underneath us.

OFFICER: Patch radio for help.

Hold on, Joey. lam, T.C.

Just get me to the ground.

Joey, man, you're clean! Why don't you turn yourself in?

If you do, I'll go to the wall with you.

You got to stop running, and be a man, sometime.

| never did have the guts to be a man!

Once! Except once!

All right, then, man, we're even!

All right, hotshot,

let's see just how good you really are.

Oh, come on, guys.

That just ain't fair.

(GROANS)

SARAH ON TAPE: Good morning, love.

| didn't want to disturb you when | left.

You looked so cute, with your hair all tousled,

and sucking your thumb.

(CHUCKLING) I'm only kidding, darling.

I'll be back in three or four weeks,

depending on what happens at my meeting in Paris.

| shall miss you, Thomas.

I'll miss you, too, Sarah. You better.

MAGNUM: Sarah had left the same way she'd arrived, without warning.

Usually, her timing was perfect.

Just when I'd really begin to miss her,

there she'd be, sitting on my doorstep

with a big smile, sparkling eyes,

and in the middle of a conversation,

as if we'd never been apart at all.

As a literary agent, she was forever flying

to some corner of the world to buy a hot manuscript or soothe the ruffled author,

and | kind of liked it that way, until this morning.

| hadn't wanted her to leave this morning.

SARAH ON TAPE: You've got to promise me

you won't throw this one down the drain, Thomas.

Promise?

| promise.

MAGNUM: Anyway, Sarah is a health nut, among other things,

so she's always leaving me the recipe

for some absolutely awful concoction.

This morning was no exception.

SARAH ON TAPE: After you've mixed in the flat beer and tomato juice,

add three raw eggs. What?

| know you aren't going fo like that... Ew.

...but do it, and then blend, at low speed, for 10 seconds.

I'll wait. So will |.

Ew.

That's enough time. Drink it all down, like you promised.

It'll help you regain your strength, darling.

Ugh!

(DOGS BARKING)

Thomas! Thomas! Damn.

Dogs are gonna kill somebody one of these days.

Hopefully, their masters.

Why didn't you call?

| would have arranged some kind of diversion to distract ‘em.

Diversion? What do you think this is Vietnam?

And, besides, | tried.

Oh, I'm sorry, | just didn't want to be disturbed.

Uh-huh?

"Uh-huh"? You're beginning to sound like T.C.

That's because it's his fault that | had to run this doggie gauntlet.

He's in trouble, Thomas. Big trouble.

Like he's in the brig.

What did he do, overcharge a tourist?

Worse. He got caught smuggling someone into the islands.

Are you kidding me? I'm not kidding.

It's serious enough that the Coast Guard impounded his helicopter,

and they got him in the brig and he's waiting right now

for the federal Marshals to pick him up.

Why, why didn't he call me? Here, give me a second.

Why didn't he call you? Because, you're phone was off the hook! That's why.

Mmm.

Mmm.

(PANTING)

(GROANS)

Oh, I'm sorry, T.C.

Oh... I'm... Sorry...

TC,

T.C.?

T.C.: Hey, man, don't lay that T.C. number on me.

Hey, wait a minute.

He doesn't want to talk.

Yes, he does. T.C.: No, | don't.

| mean, | did something | shouldn't have, and | got caught.

So, I'm gonna plead guilty and throw myself on the mercy of the court,

and | don't need no Mutt and no Jeff to do that.

Besides, even if | go to jail,

I'll probably be better off,

‘cause then | won't have to worry about you

borrowing almost everything | own,

or getting me involved in some of your silly cases.

And | won't have to fly around those

King Kamehameha snobs of yours at reduced rates!

Now, | got a mom, and | got a papa, and | ain't looking

for no more brothers, so why don't you two get the hell out of my life?

The both of you!

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

Coast Guard makes the best coffee in the world, gentlemen.

Think you two could use a Cup.

| think you're right.

Yeah, thanks. Come on in.

Search plane spotted him here,

about a 150 nautical miles southwest of Oahu.

What the hell was he doing way out there?

That's what | wondered. It's beyond his round-trip fuel range,

unless, of course, he landed onboard a ship,

refueled, and then headed back in.

That's when | scrambled Neil and his boys.

We intercepted him here, about 10 miles off Kaena Point.

Did he rabbit?

Not at first. He indicated he had radio trouble.

When | signaled for him to follow us, he swung right alongside.

He seemed calm enough, but his passenger sure was scared.

Neil, can you tell us what his passenger looked like?

Yeah, he was a little guy, in his 30s,

and very nervous.

| don't understand, Neil. | mean, how'd you catch T.C..,

and not this other guy?

Your friend is crazy. He followed us nice and friendly-like,

until we crossed Kepuhi Point,

then he went into a high-speed dive into a valley

that should have torn that chopper apart.

By the time | caught up to him,

he'd let his passenger off in a clearing.

| haven't seen flying like that since Vietnam.

That's where he learned it.

Thank you so much. No problem.

Lieutenant, reckon | Know T.C. real well.

Now, | don't know why he doesn't want our help,

but | do know he wouldn't do anything illegal like this,

no matter what he pleads in court.

We don't try ‘em. We just catch ‘em and turn 'em over

to the Justice Department.

But, | do know that, if he pleads guilty like he says,

they'll, um... They'll take his chopper

and they'll give him five to 10 in the Federal pen.

How'd you spot him?

Was it a routine search, a tip, luck... What?

More luck than anything else. (PHONE RINGING)

We received a distress signal from the yawl Britannia.

They radioed that they were sinking,

right about where we spotted T.C.

Did you reach her before she went under?

No. We still have service and air vessels out seeking her,

but, we couldn't find a thing, not even any debris.

Maybe because she was never there.

MAN: It's getting crowded nowadays. Too many tourists.

When | was a kid, | remember you could come out here

and fish and no haoles in a powerboat to cut your lines.

Now, all pau hana.

You can catch a ride to the airport from here.

No trouble.

1, um... Hey, | changed my mind.

Is it all right if | go into town with you?

Sure! Hey, | love company, brah!

Let's go.

Course, | could have gone to flight school myself,

but | just didn't see any future in it.

| mean, the advancements they've made in...

In electronics and computers over the last 10 years,

pilots are about as archaic as pterodactyls,

and just about as useful.

(CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)

(STUTTERING) Naturally, I'm talking about Navy pilots.

Uh, Marine Corps can always use a few good men who are pilots.

Very good. Quick thinking, probably why you're in Naval Intelligence, Mac.

Magnum, whatever it is, the answer is no.

Hey, I'll have a beer, and another Scotch for my buddy, here.

Oh, no. Now, | know it's gonna be something bad.

When you start ordering drinks,

you want the Admiral's Gig for a party.

No, | don't.

Air Force One for the weekend?

(CHUCKLING)

Mac, you got a great sense of humor.

Then, why ain't | laughing?

Because, you're paranoid.

Thanks.

Well, maybe | did misjudge you.

Cheers. Down the hatch.

Tough day? The usual.

(GROANS) Hey, tell me, Mac,

is that, uh, that Brownie in KH-14

still picking up nude sunbathers on the Baltic?

Yeah, we had a, we had a photo the other day

of a girl with a...

Oh, no, you don't...

(GRUNTS IN DISAPPOINTMENT)

Mac!

Hey, you got to be nuts, insane.

Look, they're gonna court-martial me.

They're gonna throw me in the brig. Mac!

You're talking treason! Mac, just hear me out.

That's all. No. Look, KH-14 is top secret.

Mac, | used to have your job. Remember?

| used to evaluate photos from KH-14.

When you were in Navy Intelligence, which you aren't anymore,

unless they changed the uniforms and didn't tell me about it.

That satellite can photograph the rivets off a Russian ship

from 10,000 miles up.

Oh, stop it! Everybody knows that. It's no big secret.

| also Know its orbit sweeps the Hawaiian chain every four hours.

Well, you know too damn much.

Mac, listen to me. Come on. Mac!

| got a buddy who's in trouble, big trouble.

Hey, hey, hey, Magnum, wait a while.

| don't want to know this. Okay, fine.

Fine. You don't have to know that,

but | need some information, specific information.

| need to know if there were any ships large enough

for a chopper to land 250 to 300 nautical miles

southwest of Oahu, between midnight last night and dawn.

That's all. That's all?

Yeah, I'm not interested in any military ships,

just merchant men. Oh, and if there was a yacht

at some coordinates that | give you.

Anything else?

No, | just want the enhanced photos

of the freighters, or the tankers, and the yacht,

if it exists.

No.

Mac, | got a buddy who saved my life so many times in Nam,

| can't even count,

about to do 10 years for something | know he couldn't have done.

Look, it has nothing to do with military operations.

| could get the same information

from the shipping companies, but it'd just take too long.

Magnum, with your sense of bull, you could have been admiral.

MAGNUM: Can you give me her name?

HIGGINS: Not with you hovering over me

like some bloody angel of death.

I'll have to make a larger blowup to read it.

You still haven't told me what this is about or where you got this photo.

| didn't? No, you didn't.

Of course, where you got it is quite obvious,

to the experienced eye, anyway.

It is? Quite.

You took this photo, probably from T.C.'s helicopter at an altitude of

two or three thousand feet using Robin Masters

thirty-five millimeter reflex camera

with a 600 millimeter lens.

Higgins, you're amazing.

Thank you. The next question is, why?

Why? Why you took it?

Although, | don't really care. | just want to know

is the name of this ship important?

Very. | thought so, in the way

you've been hovering over me.

Oh, come on, Higgins.

I've already given up the wine cellar and assorted other things.

What more do you want?

Whatever | can get.

Why do we have to play swap meet

every time | need something?

Because | don't like the way you live. | don't like the way

you drive Robin's car. | don't like your friends.

You've been a thorn in my side since the day

Robin Masters invited you to use his guest house.

For as long as | wanted.

That was a mistake he made with which | have had to live.

If the name of the ship is so important,

it's going to cost you dearly.

Higgins, | need that name, now.

| know.

Oh, boy, you are really something.

Yes.

All right, that's it. | give up.

| am just tired of these games.

I'll tell you what, Higgins, I'll give you it all.

All? Yeah! I'll move out of the guest house,

and off the estate. Now | need that name now!

Look, will Sunday be soon enough for you?

Uh... Sunday? Of course. l...

Good! Now, develop the photo and give me that name!

Now, please.

Yes, of course.

MAGNUM: Here name was the Evelyn H,

and | was waiting when she docked.

According to the harbor master,

she was registered in Panama, had a British crew,

and sailed from Hong Kong three weeks ago with a load of rice.

Once Customs and their dope-sniffing dog cleared her,

the longshoremen could start unloading,

and that's when | was gonna get aboard.

According to Mac, and KH-14's photo,

she was the only ship in the area that

T.C. could have refueled on that night.

(PHONE RINGING) lf T.C. wouldn't tell me why,

maybe | could find something onboard that would.

Yeah?

Thomas, T.C. did it, he pleaded guilty.

Damn.

Judge set sentencing for the 15th, ordered his chopper to be sold

at public auction on the same date.

Now, you know the big lug is gonna get the maximum.

He wouldn't tell 'em who he flew into the islands.

He just pleaded guilty, and he clammed up. | couldn't believe it.

Can he make bail?

(SIGHS) Yeah, | guess so. Now, what do we do, now?

You keep an eye on him,

and I'm gonna join the union.

"Join the union"?

MAN: Okay, beat gang, we get to work ina couple of minutes, huh?

MAN: Got a crate, here.

Come on, fellas.

We've only gota couple more hours, huh?

MAGNUM: No one seemed to notice anything wrong with my being there,

or maybe they figured an extra hand is an extra hand

no matter where it comes from.

Either way, after a couple hours,

| decided | didn't like this union and would resign as soon as possible.

(HORN TOOTING)

MAN: Okay, beat gang, let's break for lunch, huh?

MAGNUM: One advantage of having served 10 years in the Navy

was that | knew my way around ships.

It didn't take long to find a passageway to the crew's quarters.

Of course, war ships and freighters are built a little differently.

Hey. Hey. What you doing here, mate?

Uh, looking for the head.

Longshoremen got to use the one on the dock. You know that.

No, this is my first day. Well, them's the rules.

Heads aboard ship is strictly for crew.

Uh, I'm sorry. Uh, | didn't know.

Now, you do.

Not that way. That way.

Bloody apes.

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Stay relaxed.

There's plenty of time. Work the lock.

Are you sure we should wait until the sale?

Don't do that!

We could try and offload at night, you know? (DOOR OPENS)

Why take the unnecessary risk? (DOOR CLOSES)

It may cost us an additional 100,000.

But that's nothing compared to 10 million.

In fact, | think you should celebrate more, | mean.

Come. | have a nice bottle of Lafite Rothschild in my cabin.

Well, I'd prefer Scotch.

You English are still not civilized.

MAGNUM: Sometimes | get so lucky, even | don't believe it.

| didn't know what | was looking for,

but there had to be something onboard

that would explain why T.C. had picked someone up from the ship,

and was acting the way he was.

When | found it, it was like a gun going Off.

The ship's log recorded that one of the crew had died and was buried at sea.

Nothing unusual in that. It happens all the time.

Except, | knew this seaman.

And, suddenly, everything T.C. did made sense.

What the bloody hell?

Oh, hi, Captain. Uh, hey, | know.

This looks kind of funny, but, see, | think | can explain.

Hold it! He was searching my cabin!

(GUNSHOT)

(GROANS)

MAN: Beat gang!

Lunch is over, boys.

MAGNUM: Thanks, guys!

Why don't you guys go wash the helicopter or something?

The Feds have got it, T.C.

Why don't you go wash John's chopper?

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

See? That's what's wrong around here.

Things are getting too soft!

Ain't no challenges no more.

That's why I'm getting out of here.

I'm going to Alaska or somewhere.

All right, so I'm lying.

| did something wrong! | did something illegal!

You know, like clipping 15 yards, | got penalized.

What the hell am | doing explaining my life

to a bunch of snotty-nosed kids like you.

All you do is hang around and worry me to death,

just ‘cause | coach you through a few games.

Well, just get out! Go on! Get out!

All of you, get out!

You just know it wasn't for no money or nothing like that, man!

It was for... MAGNUM: You did it for a friend.

Oh, man, how'd you find out?

What's it matter? | found out.

Yeah, well, it ain't your problem!

Damn it, T.C. You think you're the only guy who can help a buddy?

Okay, Joey saved your life in Nam,

now you're gonna give up everything you worked for?

Everything you love?

You could have at least told Rick or me.

Yeah, well, that would have made you both accessories,

because, | mean, it's bad enough | got busted.

Wasn't no use in getting you involved!

| mean, there wasn't nothing you could do!

Joey needed to get home, and | had the ticket!

Where is he now?

| don't know. On the mainland, | guess. | don't know.

Well, then, tell the judge why you did it. He'll take it into consideration!

Thomas, man, sometimes you can be so dumb!

All right, I'll tell the judge. All right?

| have to tell him who | smuggled in.

Then they track him down. | mean, even though it was eight years ago,

he was a deserter, and the court don't forget things like that.

| mean, Joey had no business in Nam!

| mean, we were all scared, but this boy couldn't function at all.

Well, he did once, when he pulled you out of that burning Cobra.

T.C., what makes you think you're the only guy

who knows what kind of guts that took for a guy like Joey?

What little he had, he just used up in that one act.

That's all! Yeah, to save me,

so if | got to fly south to pay him back,

that's exactly what I'm gonna do!

Head south?

You're not jumping bail.

Look, man, | appreciate what you're trying to do, but | ain't going to jail.

| mean, in a lot of ways, me and Joey are alike.

| don't think | can handle being locked up

for five years, no more than he could.

I'm not gonna let you do that, T.C.

You're not gonna what?

There's got to be a better way out of this.

| checked all the angles, man.

There ain't no way.

| appreciate what you're trying to do, like | said,

but it's time for T.C. to get out of here.

You're not.

Yes, | am.

Even if we got to do an instant replay

of our first meeting in Saigon.

That's exactly what you got to do.

(GROANS)

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Come on! Cut it out!

Hey!

Come on, you guys. Knock it off. T.C.!

(PHONE RINGING)

Island Hoppers! No, it's Rick. Hold on!

T.C., phone!

Hold it!

Hey! T.C.! Telephone.

Yeah.

Thanks. (PANTING)

T.C.

T.C.?

Joey?

(GASPING)

(STUTTERING) T.C.?

Um... I'm sorry.

Hey, boy. Where are you?

(STUTTERING) | tried to get clean, but...

T.C., I... | lied.

Hey, it's all right, man. Just, tell me where you are.

Joey?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Joey?

(YELPS)

Joey!

MAGNUM: Rick traced the call through one of his phone company connections

to an address on Hotel Street.

We called for an ambulance, and since T.C. had used his van

to make bail, we piled into the Ferrari.

At least, it brought us together, again.

Hey, look, would you please be still.

Quit squirming so much.

All right, all right. God, | feel like a sardine,

I'm cramped in here so tight.

T.C.: Yeah, point it out. Point it out.

RICK: There it is, here. Right here.

Watch the door.

MAGNUM: Anybody tried this before?

MAGNUM: Here he is.

He's alive.

Oh, man, Joey?

Joey, damn it. He was clean just yesterday.

No, I'm... Oh... Joey, it's T.C.

Joey, it's T.C.! | have to go home.

I... Running... To home, um...

Why did he do it? Damn it.

He was clean just yesterday.

(SIREN APPROACHING)

Um... Um...

Couldn't have been. He's been shooting up all along, T.C.

Uh-uh. No, no. He wasn't strung out, man.

| checked his eyes. They was normal.

Eyes. Renard.

Fix. T.C. don't know.

I'm home.

I'll get the medics. Renard fixed my eyes, and...

|... Ma! Ma!

Go home! T.C.!

Fix my eyes.

| can't, T.C.

Clean.

Clean.

Renard?

Hey, I... | can't. Hey, Renard...

| have to go home.

T.C.! T.C.!

Who's Renard? How in the hell should | know?

JOEY: T.C.! Well, whoever he is, T.C..,

he supplied Joey with drugs and gave him eye drops,

so you couldn't tell.

Hell, there's a 100 grand worth of heroin here, T.C.

Joey was never clean.

JOEY: I...

| told him | wouldn't bring him in if he wasn't clean.

| told him that, Thomas!

Told him, unless he turned himself in,

if he wasn't clean, | wasn't gonna sneak him home!

(SIGHS)

It's gonna be close. He must've shot up a ton.

Damn.

It wasn't your fault, T.C.

Yeah, that don't make me feel no better!

T.C., who's Renard? (SIREN WAILING)

| don't Know. Maybe it was that Frenchman

that brought him in on that freighter from Hong Kong.

Why didn't the boy just fly to the mainland?

Man, why didn't he just go home? Because, he was strung out,

and he couldn't get through airport security with all this dope.

Holy cow, where did Joey get all this stuff?

Probably from this Renard.

| mean, | doubt that Joey knew it,

but the Frenchman wanted it to look like T.C. was smuggling

Joey and a bag full of heroin into the islands.

Well, he probably sent that SOS to the Coast Guard

about the sinking yacht, right on your flight path.

Oh, man, you ain't making no sense.

| mean, why bring Joey in all the way from Hong Kong,

stick him with a bag full of smack, and then tip the Coast Guard?

T.C., that was the only sure way to have the Coast Guard catch you.

Me?

And your chopper.

AUCTIONEER: That's a sale on item number one, sold to the lady in the white hat.

Now, for item number two, the helicopter.

| have 81,000 that'll be 82.

Eighty-two thousand, three, three, three...

| can't swear to it, but | think that was the chump

that led me to the bridge when | went to pick up Joey.

What if he gets outbid?

No one's going to outbid him. Eighty-five thousand...

T.C.: Man, | hate to see my bird up on that chopping block.

Well, if what you guys tell me is right,

you'll have it back soon enough.

Do you mind if we stick around just to be sure?

Well, you know | can't tell you guys what to do.

I'm only backup on this. AUCTIONEER: Eighty-seven, one, one.

Eighty-seven thousand, one, one...

It's a free country.

If you happen to be in the area,

sure, you can watch.

...four, four, four, five.

From a distance, of course.

Last call, eighty-seven, five... ALL: Of course.

Sold, to the gentleman in the blue coat.

That's good right there, fellas.

Thank you.

Well done, mon ami. | rather enjoyed it.

All right, guy. Right.

It's in under there. Hey. Go. All right. There.

Let's get it all out as quickly as we can, just keep it coming.

Keep it...

(CHUCKLES) $10 million worth of heroin, courtesy United States Coast Guard.

ON MEGAPHONE: This ts a federal officer.

The building is surrounded.

Come out with your hands in the air.

Halt!

(GUNSHOTS)

(SIREN APPROACHING)

Hi, Captain, remember me?

Oh! That's for Joey!

T.C.!

Come on!

Come on!

Putting dope in kids’ veins!

I'm all right! I'm all right! I'm all right.

(COUGHING)

All right.

Get up! Get up! Get up!

You know, there must be a couple of million dollars

worth of heroin there.

Yeah, they loaded it when they refueled him.

Thomas Magnum!

Do you know how close you came to hitting my bird?

What?

"What?" Don't you "what" me!

You are just careless! Plain careless!

It's no wonder you make me mad at you,

just really mad at you!

Get off of there!

(LAUGHING)

T.C.: What are you guys doing still standing there?

Come on. Get that stuff, and move it! Move it.

Move it. We got practice in one hour.

Practice in one hour! You... What?

Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop! Wait a minute. You can't hit me.

Yeah? Why not? You can't hit me.

Because, that would be assault,

and assault's a felony, and that would violate your probation.

And you'd have to do the five years the judge just suspended.

(LAUGHING)

Might be worth it. (CLEARS THROAT)

Are you about through?

Yeah, yeah, man. Come on, let's get these last few boxes.

You get the boxes. I'll get this.

Don't worry, Higgins. We'll have Thomas out by sundown.

T.C.: Come on.

Get out of the way, you mangy pot-hounds.

Watch them, lads. (DOGS BARKING)

MAGNUM: Hey guys, wait till you see what | found on the bottom of my closet!

(CHUCKLING)

Oh, hi, Higgins.

That is absolutely ridiculous.

That's the whole point, Higgins!

Ah...

| heard about T.C.

What he did, and why...

Is his friend going to be all right?

Oh, | don't know, Higgins. It kind of depends on Joey.

| sure know he's better off with T.C. than he was with those smugglers.

Yes, quite.

That's, um, why you needed the name of that ship isn't it?

To help T.C.? Yeah, what difference does it make?

None, just curious.

Well, look, Higgins, | got to finish packing here.

What about the inventory? Inventory?

Well, surely, you don't expect to leave until I've taken an inventory

of all the furnishings, paintings, linens?

Well, come on, Higgins, don't be ridiculous!

I'm not gonna steal any towels.

This is Robin Masters' guest house and

head of security on this estate, it's my responsibility.

| can't just let you walk out without taking an inventory.

So take it!

| can't today. | have guests to look after.

Perhaps tomorrow.

Oh, no, Higgins, you're not gonna do that.

You are not gonna hold this inventory over me, like a Sword of Damocles.

Now, if you don't do it today,

that's it, the deal's off. I'm staying.

Well, then, I'm afraid you'll just have to stay.

Well, I'll be damned.

(INAUDIBLE)