All language subtitles for gua-magnumpi.1980.s01e12-1080p

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)