All language subtitles for gua-magnumpi.1980.s01e17-1080p

Someone is trying
to kill Robin Masters,

and it is my job
to stop them.

(GROWLING)

Go heel or something!

A good attack dog
is silent and barks

only after
his prey has been killed
or rendered impotent.

Anybody who wants dogs
that eat you, | don't
want nothing to do with.

Well, she's dedicated.

(ALARM RINGING)

MAGNUM: Higgins!
He's been drugged.

I'll carry him.

ROBIN: (ON TAPE)
It was the Paris of
Hemingway and Fitzgerald

that Mark sought,
even though he knew it
only existed on celluloid

and in the yellowing
pages of books.

A Paris of absinthe
and rainy afternoons
and warm women.

He concentrated
on those images
when the pain from...

Monsieur!
Good Lord! Rene, stop.

No.
(TIRES SQUEALING)

(FIRING)

ROBIN: Sorry, Rene.
You were quite right.

Merci, Robin.

Damn! Really
blew it this time.

If anyone's to
blame, it's me.

Isn't it?

One could say that.

Now what happens?

Now Robin runs to wherever
he's hidden the tapes.

The apartment in Manhattan,
the villa in Andros,

the chalet at Innsbruck,
the estate in Hawaii.

We'll have to
cover all his homes.

What do you think?

MAGNUM: Jogging
may be a fading fad
on the mainland,

but in Hawaii
it's a way of life.

Everyone runs here,
no matter what other
sport they're into.

! surf-ski,
play sand volleyball
and swim.

But | also run on the
beach in the mornings.

I find it stimulating.

Hi.

Of course,
when you surf-ski, play
sand volleyball and swim,

you shouldn't
overexert yourself running.

Thanks, Moana.

Can | have a beer, Moana?

You're never
gonna stay in shape
drinking beer, Thomas.

Look who's talking.

The only exercise
you get is walking between
the bar and the dining room.

You don't
have to exercise
to stay in shape.

All you have to do is
get a lot of rest and
drink a lot of fruit juice.

That sounds like
a cure for the flu.

Mmm. I'm serious.

I've been reading
Fitness through Fruit Juices ,

written by a
Doctor Harlan Levy.

He says that if you drink
the proper blend of fruit
juices six times a day,

you don't have to diet
or exercise or anything.

What's so funny?
You think I'm kidding?

Listen.
Take this, for example.

This is Dr. Levy's blend
of pineapple, orange, papaya,

loquat, kumquat, boysenberry,
blueberry, cherry.

One glass of this will
make you healthier

than if you were to run
seven miles in the morning.

That one glass?
That one glass.

(COUGHS)

You forgot to
mention the vodka.

| added that
for flavoring.
(CHUCKLING)

Nice race.
Pardon me?

Oh, on the beach before.
You really pulled
away from me.

Oh, I'm sorry,
Mister...

Magnum. Thomas Magnum.

Really? Uh, well,
as | said before,

I'm sorry, | didn't
know we were racing.

See you later.
Bye.

Her name's Joy Doyle,
and she's nobody's guest.

She's a member
of the Malibu Surf Club,

who we have
reciprocating privileges with.

And, um, | understand
she's single.

She's an archeologist
or, uh, anthropologist

Or one of those
bone-digging ologist people.

But you know
something’, Thomas?

In the last 36 hours,
nobody's been able

to melt the ice
any better than you.

| wasn't trying to
melt any ice, Rick.

That's good.

Because you didn't.

MAGNUM: She might
outrun me on the beach,

but she couldn't
beat me on a Surf-ski.

And part of me
wanted to go down
there and prove it,

but | realized that
would have been childish.

Hi, again.

| know.
We're not racing.

Well,
you may not be racing,
but me, I'm racing.

(LAUGHING)

| just don't know
if | can keep up
this pace much longer.

Wanna call it a tie?

(SIGHING) Tie.

Joy Doyle.
But people | race against
call me Digger.

Nice to meet you, Digger.

Same here,

Magnum, if that
really is your name.

(LAUGHING)

| wouldn't toss rocks.
Not with a name like Digger.

Well,
it's only a nickname.
Yours is for real.

You had a choice.
| didn't.

Oh, with a doctorate in
archeology, what choice
do you think | had?

| don't know.
They could have
called you Bones.

(CHUCKLES) Got me.

Is this your car?

What do you mean?
Doesn't it look
like my car?

Well, no,
it looks like my car.

Your car?

Fooled me too.
| thought this was
Robin's car for sure.

Thank you. Robin's.
| knew your name
wasn't Magnum.

Yes, it is.
It's just that

my car sort of
technically belongs
to Robin Masters.

Robin Masters,
the novelist?

Do you know him?
Well, we're
sort of neighbors.

You live next door to him?

Oh, well,
not actually next door.

Um, | kind of
live on his estate,

which is where
we're going if you ever
put the car into first.

DIGGER: I've read
all of his novels,

including the latest one,
The Golden Spike.

Did you read that?
Oh, but of course you did.

You probably read
the first draft hot
out of the typewriter.

Robin Masters doesn't
use a typewriter.

He dictates all his novels
into a tape recorder.

Well, however
he does it,
he's very good.

It's so mysterious
the way he travels
all over the world,

never stopping in
one place long enough
to have three meals.

Well, considering Robin's
waistline, that's a bit
of an exaggeration.

And all those lurid parties.

Listen to me tell you.
You've probably been
to most of them.

Oh, just
the ones in Hawaii.

Is it true
that the bedrooms
in his house are,

you know,
sort of mirrored
and things like that?

And that his
is extra special?

Well, | don't know
about Robin's bedroom.

But | do know that
mine is a relatively
normal bedroom.

Do you think
| could see it?

My bedroom?
No, Robin's.

I'll need a decision within
the next 10 minutes if I'm
to get proper clearance.

Yes, | understand.

ROBIN: The laser beam
cut through the night
like the singing sword,

lighting the black with
Merlin-like pyrotechnics.

It was at that
precise moment
that Mark realized

Madonna had
tried to kill him.

Yes, Rene, what is it?

Um, we need
a destination, Robin,
other than west.

Yes,
| have it right here.

Very good.

And get me Hawaii, Luana.

It was absurd but all
Mark could think was

that the sound of the laser
shattering the window was,

uh, precisely like the

tinkle of ice
against crystal.

Open up, Higgins.

HIGGINS: Yes, Mr. Masters.
| quite understand.
(INTERCOM BUZZING)

MAGNUM:
Open up, Higgins.

You can rely on me to take
every precaution should
you decide to come here.

Higgins,
what do | have to
swap to get in here?

| assure you, Sir.
Security is impenetrable.

(DOGS GROWLING)
(DOOR OPENS)

HIGGINS: With one exception.

Yes, Mr. Masters.
| look forward to it too.

Hi, Higgins.

| was wondering if you
could show a friend of
mine Robin's bedroom.

What?

Uh, just be a minute!

Look, she's
a bit star struck,
and she gave me a ride home,

and | promised her she
could see Robin's bedroom.

She's got
this crazy idea...

Magnum,
| don't have time for this.

That was Robin Masters
on the phone.

What, just now?
Yes.

Higgins,
you should've told me.

Digger would've gone
nuts to talk to Robin.

Digger?

Well,
that's just a nickname.

Digger, why don't you
come in here and
say hi to Higgins?

Magnum, really,
| haven't got time to
talk to star struck women.

What can it hurt
to say hello?

Hello, Higgins.

You better know how
to use that, lady.

| can drive
a tack at 50 feet.

I'm not a tack.
Or belly buttons.

But I'd, uh, rather
just use the phone.

Uh, that's not
a normal telephone.

| know.

(PHONE KEYPAD CLICKING)

Mr. Masters?
This is J. Doyle,

special agent with Starguard.

Yes, sir.

I'm in the den.

| have a Mr. Higgins
and a Mr. Magnum
slightly inconvenienced.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Robin Masters would
like to talk to you.

Yes, Mr. Masters.

Yes.

Yes, | quite understand.

It seems Miss Doyle
is with Starguard,

a security firm
that specializes
in protecting

corporate VIP's,
the wealthy, the famous.

Mr. Masters engaged
them when he received
a threat on his life,

if he published
a novel he's working on.

Evidently the threat
was quite legitimate.

An attempt was made
to kidnap or kill him

48 hours ago
in the south of France.

He's okay?
Yes, quite.

He's flying now to
pick up all the tapes he
dictated for this new novel,

which are stored on
one of his estates.

For security reasons,
Starguard recommends that

he not reveal which
estate until the last
possible moment.

Once the tapes
are in the hands of
Robin's publisher,

Starguard feels that
he'll be quite safe.

Why the games?

Why the hell didn't you
just come in here and
tell Higgins who you were?

Starguard felt that
security here was not

up to its standards,
despite Mr. Masters's
assurances that it was.

So they sent Miss Doyle
in to prove their point.

Which she did quite ably.

She's in charge now,
and I'll be taking
my orders from her.

Thank you.
For what?

Trying to make
a fool out of a man

who'd never let you in
the front gate if it
hadn't been for me.

The point is that
| got through the
front gate. Not how.

That's not
the point at all!

Yes, it is.
She's quite right.

It doesn't matter how she
got in, just that she did
get in, and with a weapon.

If she wanted to kill Robin,
all she'd have to do is wait.

Precisely.

Why are you
arguing for her?

Magnum,
I'm not upset
with you. Really.

It's my fault.

Let's just
leave it at that.

| assume you'll want
an immediate tour of
the grounds, Miss Doyle.

Please.

MAGNUM: | wished
Higgins would have
yelled or screamed

or jumped up and down
and turned red or something,

anything but
be understanding.

| couldn't stand it when
Higgins was understanding.
It made me feel guilty.

Maybe if the dogs bit me.

How very clever.

It did serve well
to keep our conversation
going where | wanted it.

Knowing Magnum,
that shouldn't have
been too difficult.

You are furious with him.

lam always
furious with Magnum.

But at the moment,
| feel no more
fury than usual.

So, you see,
I'm not really
furious with him.

Although | have
every right to be,

since he was incredibly
stupid and gullible.

Shall we take the truck?
Whatever you suggest.

Thank you.

We have
over 200 acres here,

extending from
Mauka to Makai.

That's Hawaiian
for "from the
mountains to the sea".

Of course, only the
five-acre main compound
is wired against intruders.

Anything beyond that?

This isn't
a military outpost.

It may have to be.

(DOGS BARKING)

(GROWLING)

That's it, Higgy baby.
| have had it with these
mangy pot hounds.

Zeus, Apollo, patrol.

Go heel or something.
Patrol!

Chasing me all over
this plantation every
time | come to see TM.

DIGGER: They barked.
Yeah, you noticed.

A good attack dog is
silent and barks only after

his prey has been killed
or rendered impotent.

Killed? Impotent?
How did you get in?

The same way we always do
when the gate's locked.

Over the fence.

Impossible. You would
have set off the alarm
the way you always do.

It's over here.

It's a neutralizer to
bypass the fence alarm.

See, all | gotta do is...

(ALARM BLARING)

Must be getting
a little rusty.

Covered with corrosion
is more like it.

This alarm system
is out of date.

A child could bypass it.

This system is less
than two years old.
| installed it myself.

Using designs that
are 10 years old.

Compared to the
new sonic alarms,

this system is
as antiquated as
a World War II soldier.

If you'll excuse me for
a few minutes, Miss Doyle,
| have the lads to feed.

Then we can
resume your tour.

Uh, yeah, me too.
Hold it, Higgy baby.

You are really
something, Miss Doyle.

Why? Because | take
my work so seriously?
No.

Because if
| make a mistake,
my client may be killed.

It's the pleasure
you take out of making
other people look foolish.

There's no pleasure in it.

Then why do you do
it with such relish?

You know, that little man
has done a damn good job
of securing this estate.

Especially when you consider
the guests that Robin Masters
has paraded through here.

Now, this is
a rich man's estate.
It's not an outpost in 'Nam.

Or at least it wasn't
supposed to be until today.

So | don't think Higgins
should be held responsible

for not securing it
for World War III.

Thomas,
wait a minute, please.

Look,
| can use your help.

Oh, lady, you have
got to be kidding.

I'm not. | can't help it
if I'm a perfectionist.

It's what makes me so
damn good at what | do.

What, conning people?

Look who's talking.

You live here in luxury,
you drive an expensive
sports Car,

you haven't had over $200
in your checking account
since you left the navy.

Boy,
you really dug deep.

Part of the job.
| know all about you.

Your background.
All of it.

Naval Intelligence, Nam,

your relationship with
Rick, TC, even Higgins.

Well, that never was much,
and you haven't helped any.

But | can.
Look, I'm only here until
Robin gets his tapes,

if he comes here at all.

And, well, when | leave,
| can recommend that Higgins
gets put back in charge.

In exchange for?

You, TC and Rick.

| don't have time to
interview security people
on the island,

and I'm not gonna fly
them in from the mainland.

| thought Starguard
was some big operation.

It is, but reliable
helicopter pilots
aren't a dime a dozen.

Or weapons specialists like
Rick, or a counterinsurgent
expert like yourself.

You happen
to be the best,
and | need you.

Or, rather, Robin does.

Well?

What do you say?

No. N-O. No.

Why not?
Why? Why not? ynew

Man, that chick
is crazy. She wants
dogs that eat people.

Anybody who wants dogs
that eat people, | don't
want nothing to do with.

Well, she's dedicated.

That's exactly why
| don't want to get involved.

‘Cause | know what's
gonna happen. I'm gonna
wind up getting shot at.

No, you're not.

TC, | said,
no, you're not.

| heard what you said.
And you want me to say,
"You wanna bet?"

And then | bet you ‘cause
| see easy money, and then
| end up gettin’ shot at.

That's not what I'm
trying to do at all.
You wanna bet?

(CHUCKLES)

All right, TM.

The bottom line is
| got hired by this old
dude and his young wife,

to take them on
a seven-day tour.

And for this one,
| get paid the
big one per day.

100 bucks?

That's not the big one,
TM, and you know it.

I'm gettin’ paid
7,000 bucks for seven days.

And the wife said
if | take her to some
interesting spots,

there's gonna be
a bonus in it for me.
Can you beat that?

No. But Starguard will.

(SCOFFS) Goodbye, TM.

(GROANING)

Are you all right?
(GROANING)

| will be as soon as
| get my stomach
back together again.

Not used to flying.
Oh, no. I'm a check
pilot with the FAA.

In 10 years,
| have never flown with
anybody so incompetent.

How he got his license
in the first place,

| will never know,
but I'll tell you this.

When | file my report,
I'm sure the agency will
ground him immediately.

They have to,
before he kills someone.

Who are you
talking about?

I'm sorry.
| can't divulge that.
It's against regulations.

Thanks for the ride.

(ENGINE STARTING)

Hey, wait! Wait! Hey!

| want a Hitchcock stun
fence installed around
the main house by tonight,

half a dozen sonic alerts
randomly placed

along the most likely
approaches to the compound.

But my main concern
is this 200-meter
stretch of beach.

Practically indefensible.

Oh, no problem.
We just dig in

and plant claymore mines
here, here, here and here.

Yeah, maybe | can
rig my chopper with
some Gatling guns

and lay down some
suppressing gunfire

when those bad guys try to
land their rubber boats.

Guys, this is not
a joking matter.

(CHUCKLING)

Someone is trying
to kill Robin Masters.

They obviously have
a great deal of
money and power.

They'll be coming by
land, sea or air, and it is
my job to stop them.

| thought it was our job.

Our job. Higgins,
can you handle the fence

and the alarms?

Miss Doyle,
I'm not familiar with

the Hitchcock
stun fence
or sonic alerts,

but | assure you
| am quite quick

and should
have no difficulty
installing them.

Just make sure he has
step-by-step instructions.

TC, you'll fly
Robin directly here
from the airport.

Me?

Just tell me when.

| won't know
his arrival time

until his jet is
less than 100 miles out.

In fact, he may
not show up at all.

No one except
Robin Masters knows

to which estate
he'll be flying.

Well, someone sure
thinks it's Hawaii.

That alarm neutralizer
on the fence
didn't just grow there.

| told you.
The opposition is powerful.

They're covering
all their bets.

We'll need a full-time
guard at the front gate
from here on out. Rick.

Guard duty. | knew it.

Even in the corps,
that's all | ever pulled
was guard duty.

(CHUCKLES)

You'll find an M16
in the trunk of my car.

Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute.
Lady, please. Leave the
weapons to me, okay?

Okay. Higgins,

you can pick up the
stun fence and the alarms
at the airport in an hour.

Flight number four
from Los Angeles.

You all have
your assignments.

We'll meet again
at 1800 hours.

Is that 6:00?

| haven't
the slightest idea.

Is that daytime
or nighttime?
Subtract 12.

Subtract 12 from what?
Eighteen.

Oh.

Aren't you
forgetting something?

What?

My little role
here at the Alamo.

No, | haven't
forgotten anything.

It's your job to find
the holes in my defense.

The overlooked,
the obvious.

Ah, you're admitting
you can make mistakes.
Of course.

But | won't,
because I'm aware
of the fact that | can

and take steps
to assure that | don't.

What are you doing?

Yes?

Uh, Robin Masters, please.
Thomas Magnum,
Hawaii, calling.

Uh, Mr. Masters is, uh,
indisposed at the moment.

May | take
a message, please?

| am Mr. Masters's
personal secretary.

You mean his bodyguard.
Are you with Starguard?

Uh, yes, | am.

Would you describe
the agent that your
company sent to Hawaii

to secure Robin's estate?

Of course.

Well, her name is
Joy Doyle, but, um,
everyone calls her Digger.

She's, um, 5' 7",
dark hair,

quite attractive
for an American.

She has a barbell birthmark
on her lower right buttock.

Ask her to
show it to you.

She's also as
cold as the berg
that sank the Titanic.

Thank you.
I've seen the birthmark.

That's what | mean.
Look for the obvious.

Very good.

Although you could
have told him

that you saw my
birthmark while | was
running or surf-skiing.

Oh, I'm sorry.
What | meant was | didn't
need it to identify you.

His description of
"cold as an iceberg"
was sufficient.

Confidential letter
to Mr. Robin Masters,

from Jonathan
Quayle Higgins III.

Subject: Resignation.

What's the password?

How very original.
Open the gate, please.

Gee, Higgins.
I'm just trying to
cheer you up a little bit.

Don't. It would ruin
a wonderful depression.

I'll open the gate.
That would be nice.

Perhaps | have
reached the age

when my experience
and techniques,

have been outdated
by recent technological
advancements in the field.

| assure you
my decision in
no way affects...

Look out!

(TIRES SQUEALING)

Hello, there.

ROBIN: He tried to remember
that she had sold the
laser chips to Vladimir,

and because of
that he could die.

But he couldn't resist her.

The soft silk of her gown
clinging suggestively
to her body

seemed to Mark like, uh...

Like the label on a bottle
of Lafite-Rothschild,

which can only hint
at the pleasures
that lay within.

He bought a
one-way ticket to London,

gave me this note to
deliver to Robin Masters
and the keys to the car.

Damn it, | know Higgins.

He wouldn't resign.
At least until
Robin was safe.

Maybe you don't know him
as well as you think.

Describe him.

Well, he-he was short,
had a mustache,

slight paunch,
spoke with a British accent.

Did he tip you?
20 bucks.

That's not Higgins, Thomas.
| know.

| remember once in ‘42,

| was attached
to Alexander's command

when a group of Tuaregs
captured me on the Qattara.

Must have been
130 in the shade.

just going out on patrol
in that heat was enough
to drive some blokes balmy.

Now, technically, the
Tuaregs were on our side,

but actually they worked
for the highest bidder.

| say, that smarts.

Well, Jerry had paid them
in gold, and since | only
had British pound notes,

well, you can see
the spot | was in.

Uh, sodium pentothal?

Oh,
nothing that old-fashioned.

Of course,
| should have known.

Now, where was |?

Oh, yes.

Well, they tied me
out in the heat.

Without my hat, of course.

Where are the tapes?

Bloody hot in the Qattara.

Only Robin knows
where the tapes are.

Oh, my, this drug
is very fast acting.

I've always been
afraid of the sun

since the Qattara.

Without you,
who will handle security?

Zeus, Apollo.

Good lads.

MAN: / understand
what he means.

Keep going, Lisa.

You really like him,
don't you?

Higgins? Like him?

The way he sicks the dogs
on me, makes me trade
to use the bathroom?

Like him?

Yes, like him.

He's interesting.

So are you.

Huh. Found some change
in here. Should we split
it or give it to Robin?

Now what are you after?

I'm not after anything.

Um, | mean, | am.

But I'm not.
Uh, not the way
you mean anyway.

Oh, God. Why am |
so-so tongue-tied?

My father used to
do that to me.

Not that I'm comparing
you to my father.

Although he was
a private investigator
who didn't make it very big.

| didn't mean that
you wouldn't be big.

Uh, just that he was
too soft to ever make it.

He wouldn't approve
of you coming on to
a guy as part of the job.

No. He wouldn't.

Tell me, just how far
were you willing to go
to get into the estate?

| came on to you,
or rather, didn't
come on to you,

because | felt that
was the best way
to get you interested

because | had to get
in here somehow.

Higgins does doa
fairly good job of
keeping this place secure.

| had to think of
something to penetrate
security in a hurry.

But | really couldn't
have pulled it off
if there hadn't been

some sort of attraction.

| am not that good
of an actress.

| think you are.

No, Tom.

I'm not.

MAGNUM: | know.
You think I'm being
taken in by a kiss.

Well, you're wrong.
It takes more than one kiss
from a warm, attractive,

bright-eyed woman
to change my mind.

Um, Higgins is
out there somewhere.

Yeah.
We have a job to do.

RICK: (ON TAPE)
What's the password, Higgins?

HIGGINS: How very original.
Open the gate, please.

Gee, I'm just trying to
cheer you up, Higgins.

Higgins had the tape on
when he left the estate.

(TAPE WINDING)

HIGGINS: You can't possibly
get away with this.

LISA: Why don't
you just drive.

Let me worry about
getting away with it.

MAGNUM: Whoever grabbed
Higgins didn't realize
the tape recorder was on.

But Higgins did.
| had to give the
little majordomo credit.

He was leading
us Straight to them.

HIGGINS: Served there
in '39, you know.

| say, Laseronics.

| do hope
you're not going to
use a laser on me.

It's a low frequency
transmitting station

they use to
communicate with
their nuclear submarines.

| was stationed here
for a while in the navy.

They sold it
at public auction

when they switched to
satellite communications.

DIGGER: Well, Laseronics
probably has it as secured
as tight as the Navy did.

That's a stun fence.
| can see the probes
and generating boxes.

Besides dogs,
they've probably got,

sonic alerts,
video cameras.

Only their security people
probably know what else.

To reach the
subs underwater, the navy
used frequencies so low

the antennas
stretched from one
mountain to the other.

Look to the left of
where they're anchored.

| don't think they'd
expect anyone climbing
down on them from up there.

It's gonna be tough
getting in there.

Maybe not.

How are we
gonna get up there?

The same way the navy
put up those antennas.

Yes, I'll check on it.

Uh-huh.

I'll check on it then.

No, not to
my knowledge, no.

I'll have a scotch.
And no bloody ice, please.

Higgins, you okay?
It's me, Magnum.

Zeus, Apollo, kill.

Must be a reflex action.

He's been drugged. It's
probably a thiosodium-based
truth serum.

It's very effective,

but it'll leave
him a bit drunk.

How are you
gonna get him out?
HIGGINS: Out?

I'm out?

I'll carry him.

But I'm a sergeant major
with the Prince of Wales's
own West Yorkshire Regiment.

Up the mountain?
That's impossible.

HIGGINS: Impossible?
Nothing's impossible.

We'll argue
about it at the top.
Handcuff his arms around me.

Once, in North Africa,
when a couple of lads and |

had to raid
a Jerry supply dump,

we ran into a bunch of
bedouin women on a camel.

Dromedary actually.
Here we go, Higgins.

(GRUNTING)

Bloody filthy animals.
All they want to
do is spit on you.

Sergeant Major,
jerry patrol up ahead.

Right.
Mum's the word, lads.

(SNEEZES)

(ALARM BLARING)

Air raid. Air raid.
Take cover.

Get behind the door.

(ALARM CONTINUES)

(GUNSHOTS)

Steady, lads.

This reminds me
of Nepal, fall of'43.

| was ordered
to get supplies to
a Chinese guerrilla outfit

fighting high
in the Himalayas.

Hold your fire.

We've got
what we want anyway.

No one had ever crossed
the Himalayas that
late in the year.

Even Lord Mountbatten,
God rest his soul,

didn't think
it could be done.

But we were fusiliers.

| left with 25 men
and a Sherpa guide
on the eighth of October.

We hit snow at 10,000 feet.

And | can tell you,
with 50-pound packs on our
backs, it was bloody hell.

Lost our poor guide
somewhere around
12,000 in an avalanche.

MAGNUM: Higgins,
shut up!

(ECHOING)

I'm really quite speechless.
It's about time.

| couldn't help myself.
They gave me some
sort of truth serum.

It made me run on a bit.
A bit?

It won't happen again.
| assure you.

What'd they
ask you, anyway?

Same thing, over and over.
Where were Robin's tapes?

Of course, since
| didn't know, | couldn't
tell them, could |?

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

Yes, Rick.

| got company.
Be right there.

Tom?

No, I'm just gonna lay here
and rest till the big one.

Higgins, get on
the other phone

and find out if Starguard
provides security for any
biggies at Laseronics.

What?
Just do it for
once, will you?

This is Thomas Magnum.
I'd like to speak
to Robin Masters.

Roger, Honolulu approach.
Robin triple five,
200 nautical miles out,

descending to flight level
one, five, zero.

Hello, Thomas.

ROBIN: | knew letting you
stay at the guesthouse
would pay off some day,

despite what Higgins says.

It was hard for
Mark to believe that
anyone so beautiful,

so desirable,
could be so deadly.

Magnum, Higgins.
| have a bit of a surprise.

I'd like you to
meet the president of
Starguard, David Clark.

Digger's told me
how helpful the two
of you have been.

Especially you, Higgins.

Me?

Well, I, uh,

(PHONE BEEPING)

| think I'll answer that.

Yes, Mr. Masters.

A helicopter is
standing by at the airport.

Of course, I'll be there.

It's here.
Robin's coming here.

He's landing in 30 minutes.
He's asked that | meet
him at the airport.

Will that be all right?
Of course.

Oh, I'm sorry, David.
Since you're here,

Oh, no.
It's your show, Digger.

Although | would like to
look over your defenses

and then make
some phone calls.

I've got three other clients
spread around the world

in vulnerable situations
at the moment.

I'll alert Rick at the gate.
I'll get the car.

Robin's due within the hour.
| expect to get hit
when the chopper lands.

It'll be a diversion.

Where's the main
attack coming from?

Inside.
What?

Rick, | don't have time
to explain it all now.

Just don't let anybody pull
you off this post, okay?

Wait a minute.
Did | ever leave my post?

Yeah.
Outside Chu Lai, remember?
Remember the girl?

Once. One time some dame
suckers me, and he's not
gonna let me forget it.

Where's your leader?

On the phone.

Tom, what's wrong?
Oh, Robin's new book.

It's about selling
top secret laser
technology to the Russians.

Laseronics, where
we found Higgins.

Uh-huh.
And guess who protects
the president of Laseronics?

Who?

Starguard?

Ooh.
That was very good.

The touch of surprise,
the raised eyebrow.

Tom,
| swear | didn't know.

We have a client list
of over a thousand.

| know less than
100 in Los Angeles.

Even so, it could have
been just a coincidence.

What made you check
in the first place?

Well, Laseronics had all
the little goodies that you
wanted to put in here.

And then that sneeze
just as we were about
to get out undetected.

| couldn't
help that sneeze.

You... You think I'm
involved, don't you?

Why don't we put it
to the old test, Digger?

MAGNUM: | know.
I'm a sucker for tears.

But damn it, sometimes
you just gotta go with
your gut instincts,

even if it kills you.

| need your help
to save Robin.

You trust me?

(EXHALING)
Yeah. | trust you.

Thomas, | got company.

A survey crew.
As if anyone would
believe that one.

And, man, are they
making it look obvious.

Roger.

Survey construction truck
just pulled up.

Can Rick handle it?
You and Magnum
better check it out.

Digger! Digger!

I'll take care of Robin.
Stop them at the gate.

Higgins, cover the
guesthouse. They may try
and sneak in that way.

(SIGHS) Ha ha.

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

Magnum,
they've got Higgins
pinned down on the beach.

Damn.

I'll take the tapes, Robin.

He doesn't
have them, David.

Robin does.

DIGGER: You shouldn't
have trusted me, Tom.

Why not?
Because it wasn't
the smart thing to do.

Once you knew
there was a tie between
Starguard and Laseronics,

you couldn't trust anyone
working for Starguard,

including me.

Yes, | could.

How?

You're doing this on
purpose, aren't you?

Uh-huh.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

What?

Uh, good evening.

l, uh, thought you
might like to know that
Robin Masters phoned.

The tapes are
safely in the hands
of his publisher.

Great.

Oh. And, uh,
Five-O apprehended

those two associates
of David's at the airport.

I'm going down
to identify them.

That's terrific, Higgins.

Yes, | thought so.

And so was your plan, Magnum,
to switch places with Robin.

But | still don't know
how you knew

Robin's tapes were
in the guesthouse.

Robin asked me to
hold them for him
last time he was here.

You mean you had
them all along?
Yes. Now, Higgins...

Well,
where were they hidden?

They weren't.
| just put them with
the rest of my cassettes.

You mean you had Robin's
manuscript just laying
out in the open with

Jefferson Starship,
Blondie and Styx?

There was also Mozart,
Bach and Beethoven.

Now, Higgins,
if you don't mind,

Digger and | were comparing
investigative techniques.

It's fascinating how
one can camouflage
something that way.

| remember back in ‘63.

| was assigned to an
army investigative unit
in the north of Wales.

Had a fascinating case.

It seems this private
killed his corporal
in the latrine

because his sergeant
had told the private

that corporals
are invariably homosexual.

Then they straighten up
again when they get their
sergeant stripes.

It's an odd story.
(LAUGHING)