All language subtitles for 06.18 Find Me A Rainbow

We're talking about a grown man
seducing a 17-year-old girl.

If you believe the gossip.

But I don't think getting back at
him is gonna make you feel better.

I don't want to get back at him. I
want to find him because he has Jesse.

Jesse?

There is no baby.
Just a lonely girl's fantasy.

Where is Jesse?

I really think you'd
better be going now.

I don't believe that my son
is dead, not for one second.

Because if my son were
dead, I would feel it.

You've already taken
$3,000 of my money.

Yeah, and it's going to take another
grand to keep things going.

Look, that's the way it is
in this business.

I have got a dead-solid
lead going here.

You've told me that before.

You don't want to screw things
up by letting the trail get cold

while you stand around here
trying to make up your mind.

At least let me see
what you've found.

Then you take my lead
and go off without me.

I'm sorry, honey.
Doesn't work that way.

The only person looks at Joe
McKenna's files is Joe McKenna.

It's my way or not at all.

Then I guess it'll
have to be not at all.

If that's the way
you feel about it.

I'm not gonna leave
without my property.

Your property?

Let me tell you something,
young lady.

You're kidding me, right?

It's mine.

I paid for it.

Please give me my file.

Give it to me!

Okay, okay. Just stay calm.
Like I said,

I'll give you your file.

Thank you very much.

Yeah, you're welcome.

Yeah, where to now, lady?

Come on, lady. Where to?

Hawaii.

I must've seen a hundred rainbows
since I've been in the islands.

But each one just seems
to take my breath away.

Despite the best efforts of Mr. Corkill,
my high school science teacher.

He used to lecture our class on
light reflections and refraction,

polarization and prisms,
but I knew.

I knew that that really wasn't
what rainbows were all about.

So when I got a C-minus
on my midterm,

Mr. Corkill told me that he was really
worried that I would go through life

not understanding the importance
of geometrical optics.

But to tell you the truth,
I was a lot more worried.

Mr. Corkill might go through life not
understanding the importance of a rainbow.

I'm sorry.
Did you say something?

Yes.

I was just talking
about the rainbow.

It's very pretty.

You know, I must've seen a hundred
rainbows since I've been in the islands,

but you know, each and every
one of them just...

- It just takes my breath...
- Mr. Magnum?

What?

Lydia McCarthy.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Oh, well, that's okay.

I got held up.

See you around.

Wait! Can you still see me?

Of course.

I've been interviewing with
private detectives all morning,

and when I asked who was the number
one investigator on the island,

your name kept coming up.

Really? Mmm-hmm.

That's very flattering
to know that my

fellow professionals
told you I was the best.

Well, actually, your fellow professionals
told me they were the best.

Oh.

You were number two.

Number two?

Yeah. It was unanimous.

Well, almost unanimous.

And human nature being what
it is, I think that means

you're probably the best.

Thomas, do you still
want that order?

Oh!

That's okay, Rosine.

Oh, please. Have
whatever you want.

Bring Mr. Magnum whatever he's ordered
and I'll have one of the same.

No, no,
she will not have the same.

Mr. Magnum, believe me, I can afford it.
Don't worry about it.

No, I wasn't
worried about the money.

Oh, you think I'm not
old enough to drink?

No, I didn't say that. That's not what
I meant. Because I'm 21 years old.

That's old enough to drink
in any state in the union.

I'd appreciate it if you
wouldn't treat me like a child.

I wasn't. I wasn't.
I wasn't. I'm not.

It's just that...

I just don't drink when
I'm meeting with a client.

Bring her whatever she wants.
I'll have a cup of coffee.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

I want you to find this man.
His name is Donald Burns.

Why?

Why are you looking for him?

He stole some jewelry from me.
A strand of pearls.

I was told he came out
here from New York.

Well, why don't you let the New
York and Honolulu Police handle it?

I don't want him to go to jail.

He's a thief.

Mr. Magnum, maybe there's
something that you don't...

He was our family chauffeur
for nearly 10 years.

And I just... I don't want
him to get in trouble.

What is this?

Your beer.

I hate beer.
I didn't order beer.

Well, yes, you did. You said, "Whatever Mr.
Magnum is having."

Mr. Magnum is having coffee.

I think I can solve this.

Mr. Magnum, this necklace
is a family heirloom.

It's very important
that I get it back.

Here's $500 to get you started.
Oh, no.

Please, don't give me
any money now.

All right.

I understand that he came here to
work for a Loretta Vanderpost.

Loretta Zachary Vanderpost?

Do you think you can
get in to see her?

I know what you're thinking,
and you're right.

Why was I taking on a mundane case
about a missing string of pearls

and a client who had an annoying habit
of treating the world like hired help?

Not that I couldn't use a quick $500,
that was certainly an incentive.

But the chance to get into
a Loretta Vanderpost party,

something Higgins had
assured me would only happen

when snow fell
on Diamond Head...

I suppose that's what actually
finalized my decision.

Oh, my God!

Higgins, don't. Don't. Don't do
what I know you're going to do.

Leave the premises immediately
before someone sees you.

See? You're getting
all worked up again.

I have a perfectly valid reason for
being here. Don't you want to hear it?

Certainly not.

I do.

Hi. I'm Susan Brandes.
I do volunteer legal work

for this little band
of juvenile delinquents

that Lally likes to think
of as "under-encouraged."

And you are? Uninvited.

Thomas Magnum.

Come on, Higgins. I'm sure if Lally
knew me, she would've invited me.

This is an inexcusable
breach of decorum.

Please leave immediately.
Yoo-hoo!

Oh, Jonny!

Lally.

Oh, good. You've met Susan.

Now isn't she everything I
told you she'd be? Indeed.

And he's even more charming
than you said he was.

Oh, you little rascal.

Hi.

Thomas Magnum.

The little rascal brought me, too.
I hope you don't mind.

Mind?

What a delightful
sense of humor.

Why, thank you, Jonny.
How thoughtful.

Camp Kauhale will be
an extraordinary opportunity

for this handful of
young, underprivileged boys.

It was always a big
dream of Chester's.

Chester?

Chester Zachary lll.

Your late husband.

My first late husband.

He used to say, "There's no
such thing as a bad boy."

It was Father Flanagan who said,
"There's no such thing as a bad boy."

Though I'm not convinced
he was right.

Really? I could have
sworn it was Chester.

Now, Gerry, on the other
hand, was entirely opposite.

Gerry?

Your latest late husband?

Colonel Gerald Vanderpost.

A very well known and respected
man of great vision and energy.

He was more like those
young fellows over there.

He couldn't sit still
at a party, either.

I'm going to put a stop to this.

Oh, Jonny, sit down.

They've got the rest of
their lives to behave.

I don't know who would
be more proud of us now,

Chester or Gerry.

Oh, now, what is so
noble about letting

half a dozen young boys
run amok for a week?

Stop trying to be cynical, Susan.
It doesn't become you.

I propose a toast.

To Susan Brandes, for donating
hours and hours of legal work.

And to Jonny,

for generously offering the use
of Robin's Nest for Camp Kauhale.

Robin's Nest.

Bright and early
tomorrow morning.

This has gone too far.

Oh, Jonny, it's only caviar.
Only caviar?

Only caviar?

You! Young man!
Let go of that immediately.

Let me.

I've got plenty of experience
myself with egg on my face.

My first late husband,
Chester, used to say,

"You can spot an honest man"

"the minute he walks
into a place."

Do you think that's true,
Mr. Magnum?

Ms. Vanderpost... Lally.

Lally.

I didn't exactly...

Well, Higgins didn't really
invite me to your party.

I know.

Well, I mean,
we are friends. Well...

We're sort of friends, but he...

You know, he...

That's what I mean
about an honest man.

They can't hide deception even
when it's for a good reason.

I assume you were
lying for a good reason.

I'm a private investigator.

Well, I have a client
who believes

that you might know the
whereabouts of a Donald Burns.

Is your client a young girl
by the name of Lydia McCarthy?

I'm not surprised
she's looking for him.

Though what she's going to do
when she finds him, I don't know.

Well, I'm pretty sure all she
wants is for him to give back

what he took from her.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

If you believe the gossip.

Now, why do I get the feeling

that we're talking about something
other than a strand of pearls?

Because we are.

We're talking about a grown man
seducing a 17-year-old girl.

But you told me you'd find him.

And you told me you were looking
for a strand of pearls.

Look, I'll pay you $1,000.

Money's got
nothing to do with it!

I don't work for clients who lie to me.
It's as simple as that.

Look, I mean, I can understand why you
want to find the guy. No, you can't!

But I don't think getting back at
him is gonna make you feel better

I don't want to get back at him.

I want to find him because

he has Jesse.

Donald stole my little boy.

You should go to
the police, the FBI.

I did.

But a child being stolen
by one of his parents...

They'll look. But they have
so many children to look for.

You're married to Donald?

My relationship with Donald is
really none of your business.

I'm willing to pay you $1,000 to
find him, no questions asked.

Cash.

In advance.

It's dangerous for you to
carry this much cash around.

I'll have the desk clerk
lock it in the safe for you.

Green 45.

Hut.

Yeah! Go get him! Hurry!

Go that way!

No! Go that way!

That way!

Magnum! How could you?

Well, I didn't.
I mean, we were just...

My most prized specimens.

Breakfast!

All right!

Oh, I'm starving!

Come on, let's go!

Remember, Higgins, "There's
no such thing as a bad boy."

T.M., you just weren't
watching where you were going.

The thing is, your mind just
obviously was not on the game.

Yeah, he's still worried
about the case he gave up on.

What case? I did not give
up, and I'm not worried.

All right, guilty, then.

I'm not guilty, either.

Oh, it sounds so mysterious.
What is it?

Drugs? Espionage?

Missing persons.

T.C.

A young girl asked him
to help her find her baby.

I'm not sure what
she's looking for.

And you never will be now.

I'm sorry I mentioned it, okay?

I'm not going
on some wild goose chase

for a client who lies to me because she
thinks money can buy her anything.

I'm not going to do it.

Magnum, telephone.

It's the manager
of the Kolona Reef Hotel.

Something about a Lydia McCarthy

giving your name as
a credit reference.

I assured him that must be some
sort of bizarre practical joke,

but he was most emphatic.

Lydia McCarthy?

I thought she was
the one with all the money.

So did I.

Actually, she's probably
not the real client anyway.

You know, Thomas, you should be
working for that missing kid.

He's the one that
really needs your help.

Your surf ski lessons are scheduled
for right after breakfast.

I'll be back.

What about the telephone?
Have a flapjack.

I've always thought that a certain
amount of guilt can be a healthy thing.

Sometimes it can give us
a reason to do things

that we've told everyone
we didn't want to do.

Even if maybe we did.

I'm looking for Donald Burns.

And thanks to an address
Lally had given me,

I knew I had a shot at
checking up on Donald Burns

before I went back to see Lydia.

Donald Burns?

Donald Burns?

Yeah.

I was given your name
by a client.

Oh, yeah?

All right.

Sorry about this,
how're you doing?

Thomas Magnum. Hi.

So a client recommended me, huh?

Well, actually,
the client is mine.

Lydia McCarthy.

Private detective, huh?

Private investigator.

How is she?

Well, why don't you come
see for yourself?

No. No, I don't think that
would be a good idea.

She's gonna have
to get over this.

I don't think it'd be helpful
if I agreed to see her

every time she came
running after me.

Well, I think she'd be willing to leave
you alone if you gave her back her son.

Lydia.

When I went to work
for the McCarthys,

Lydia was a very pretty,

very unhappy 17-year-old girl.

She was desperate for attention.

For love.

I knew I wasn't the guy who was
gonna make her happy. I'm a driver.

I like my job.
I make a good living, but...

I don't think I would exactly
fit into that social circle.

Besides, I'm 15 years
older than her.

I tried to tell her she would
find somebody someday.

She took it as rejection,
tried to get back at me.

Convinced her father

that I had had my way with her.

He dismissed me.

I moved as far away as I could.

She keeps coming after me.

When she's not tracking
me down, the gossip is.

Do you know how difficult
it is to keep a job

with the long arm of
old man McCarthy reaching out?

There's no baby.

Just a lonely girl's fantasy.

I'm afraid I can't tell you
the nature of the case.

You'll be well compensated. You
don't need to know the details.

I think anybody you hire is going to
want to know what he's looking for.

Professional ethics.

How did you get in here?

Professional secret.

You changed your mind
about the money.

Yeah. Yeah.

I figure

that I'll take you
back on for...

Oh,

three thousand.

Cash.

$3,000, cash.

I...

I don't... I can get
you $3,000, but...

Why don't you tell me
what's really going on?

I didn't think
I'd see you again.

Neither did I.

Why did you come back?

Well...

All of a sudden,

I got this really strange idea.

I got this idea that you
don't have any money at all.

I'm Lydia McCarthy.

Oh, I know. I know.
I didn't mean

that your family
doesn't have money.

But I figured, maybe,
for some reason...

Like maybe your family
doesn't want you doing this?

Looking for your boy?

And that you didn't have
any money right now,

and that you were almost out of
cash and you were doing your best,

trying really hard, to hold it
together and not ask for help.

Not really ask for help.

Is this close?

Maybe.

So,

I thought to myself,

"What kind of person would
do something like this?"

And I came up
with two possibilities.

Either somebody who
was a little bit crazy

and was making
the whole thing up...

Or?

Or,

somebody who was
very courageous.

"Courageous" is Father Damien,

or Rocky Balboa.
I just want to find my son.

Why don't we go
talk to Donald Burns?

Why didn't you tell me
that you'd seen him?

I had to make sure you didn't
make the whole thing up.

You did lie to me
a couple of times.

Meanwhile, you let him get away.

I did not let him get away.

They said he went home sick.

Well, it's possible.

Lot of flu going around.

At least you got his address.

Maybe he's around back.

He's still here.

Mr. Magnum! Look!

His favorite toy.

Lydia, a lot of kids
have teddy bears.

Bloomingdale's.

There's only one of these.

We've found him.

How long do these
stakeouts usually take?

Oh...

He's gotta come home sometime.

Jesse loves rainbows.

Of course, there aren't too
many of them in New York,

but one day after a summer storm,
there was a giant rainbow.

Jesse said he had to have one
just like it for his very own.

He kept saying,
"Mommy, find me a rainbow!"

"Find me a rainbow."

So I went out
and bought him one.

Yeah, I kind of like
rainbows, too.

Are you hungry?

"Heavenly Meadows Nature Bar."

I really hate granola.

You don't have any chocolate
chip cookies in there, do you?

No.

Rolled oats, soy beans...

I guess granola
is an acquired taste.

The yard looks quite nice.

I'll bet the house
is clean, too.

Well, I'd hold off on giving Donald
the Good Housekeeping Award.

Lydia,

there is some evidence to
indicate that there might be

a lady of the house.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, the evidence
was pink and frilly,

and it just didn't
seem important at the time.

Did you think I'd be jealous that
Donald has a new girlfriend?

No.

But I thought you might be jealous
if Jesse had a new mother.

Jesse.

Excuse me.

My name's Thomas Magnum. Can
I talk to you for a minute?

What's going on here? Lydia!

What do you think you're doing?

Jesse?

Ben!

Mommy! Mommy!

You okay?

I'm sorry.

I thought he was my son.

Thank you.

I can't talk very long. I've got to put the
groceries away and finish making supper.

Well, we're not gonna
take up much of your time.

Do you have any idea
where Donald went?

Well, he's usually at work. If they
said he was sick... I don't know.

Did Donald ever talk
to you about his son?

I really think you'd
better be going now.

I'm not leaving until I find out
what's happened to Jesse. Lydia.

Donald has been really
good to me and my son.

And I'm not about to let you come
in here and start making trouble.

Where is Jesse?

He's not here!

I can't tell you any more than that.
Now would you just please leave?

Georgia, if you know something
you have to tell us.

I don't!

Please, tell me!

All right! He's dead!

I'm sorry.

Donald told me he died.

Don't worry. You'll still get paid.
Lydia.

Just send me a bill
and I'll send you your money.

I don't care about the money. But don't
think because you're off the case

that I'm going to quit looking.
Who said I'm off the case?

You can believe her
if you want to.

But I don't believe that my son
is dead, not for one second.

Because if my son were
dead, I would know it.

If my son were dead,
I would feel it.

Oh, God.

What if she's right?

Now look,

Donald lied to you,
he lied to me,

and probably lied to her.

And I think we should find out.

But it's not going to be easy.

You think you're up to it?

I don't know.

I think you are.

Kanaloa, lord of the
ocean and ocean winds,

most commonly took the form

of octopus and squid.

And from time to time,

took the form of the banana.

Man, this is great.

Wish I had a camp like this in my
neighborhood when I was growing up.

Yeah, you could've use a
Lally Zachary in your life.

Oh, it's all a lot
of flash and show.

Round up a bunch of
scruffy adolescents,

declare them underprivileged,

and we all just
fall all over ourselves

trying to make life
okay for them.

Methinks the lady
doth protest too much.

Oh, please.

Hey, you got any kids
of your own?

Camp Kauhale.

Yeah. She's here. Hold on.

It's your office.

Yes?

How do I look?

Uh-huh.

Calvin Klein
ain't losing no sleep.

I'll be right there.

Hey, you'll be back in time
for the luau, won't you?

You bet. I sure will.

And with him
died the old Hawaii.

Ruled by Ku, Kane,

Lono, and Kanaloa.

At the same time, of course,
many practices ended,

including human sacrifice.

Though there are arguments
for its reinstatement.

Looking at photos of
deceased kids is tough duty.

It takes a special kind of guts.

She's just a kid herself.

Well, that's all the files we
have from the coroner's office.

Where do we go from here?

My guess is, if the kid's
not with your husband,

there's a good chance...
He's not my husband.

If he's not with
the boy's father,

there's a good chance that
he's been put up for adoption.

What kind of an agency would
take him without my consent?

Well, this Burns may not have been entirely
honest about the status of the mother.

Or maybe he didn't
go through an agency.

I'd say that's a more
likely scenario.

There are two or three law firms
in town that deal with these

difficult adoptions.

You mean illegal.

Not exactly.

Well, what, exactly?

Well, say a couple wants a baby.

Can't get one
through the agencies.

This attorney knows of a baby,

so the couple pays 10, $15,000.

Medical expenses.
You understand?

Attorney's fees.

Fifteen thousand dollars.

That's not medical expenses or
legal fees, that's buying babies.

Can you give me any
of these lawyers' names?

We're not talking about any
crime being committed here,

in the strictly legal sense.

Well, Lydia never agreed to put her
baby up for adoption. Not at any price.

Did you find something?

I think so.

It's just not a good idea for
you to come to this office.

I told you that.

This exchange was supposed
to take place on Tuesday.

Yeah, well, something
came up and I can't wait.

You know if anyone connects me
with you, I could be disbarred.

All right, you'll get
the rest of the money

when you drop the child off
at the center.

Thank you.

I...

I also think it's a good idea if we
terminate our professional relationship.

Don't worry.

I'm taking the next
stage coach out of town.

Come on. Let's go,
let's go, let's go.

You see, Jonny?
Everything's going just fine.

At least for the moment.

The boys will all be
returning to their own homes

in approximately 120 hours.

Jonny, you're not
gonna believe this.

What?

Camp Kauhale...

Yes?

We've raised enough money to do
this all over again next year!

No.

No!

Camp Kauhale.

Yes, Mr. Magnum.
He's right here.

Magnum, where are you?

You promise to teach the
boys how to surf ski

and then you simply disappear.

Have you no sense of
obligation, or responsibility?

Higgins, I'm sorry.
Something came up.

What could be so important that
you would break your word?

I don't have time
to explain right now.

I need to talk to Susan Brandes.

Luckily for her, she's not here.

Do you know where she went?

No. But someone else called.
She said it was urgent.

She said her name was Georgia

and that you would know
what it was all about.

I should have never
told him you were here.

He got real mad.

He took Ben away.

Your son? Yeah.

He once told me that if I ever
did anything to cross him,

he'd take away
everything I loved.

Where would he go?

Georgia, if you know something,

Mr. Magnum can help you.

But he can't find your son

unless you tell him the truth.

Well, I don't know if this means
anything, but a couple of weeks ago,

I found this telephone number
in his pants pocket.

I called it. A lady answered.

I figured he was
seeing another woman.

I don't even know why I kept it.

I thought if he ever left me
I'd know where to get him.

I don't think
she's a girlfriend.

Susan Brandes. May I help you?

Hello? Who is this?

All the way back to Waikiki,

I kept telling myself we were going
to find the end of the rainbow.

That no matter what Mr. Corkill
had said in ninth-grade science,

there was a pot of gold
at the end.

And right now
its name was Jesse.

And that this time, the rainbow
wouldn't vanish into air and mist

as soon as we got close.

That's what I kept
telling myself.

Even though I knew the chances of
that happening were pretty remote.

There was no question
in my mind that Donald Burns

had recently taken Georgia's
son to Susan Brandes,

just as he had taken Jesse
to her some time ago.

But I had no way of knowing what had
happened to the boys from there.

And no way of protecting Lydia
from what I might learn

if it was bad.

Beautiful Saturday,
and here you are, working?

I don't mind working hard.

It's the only way to get ahead.

What are you doing here?

I could have sworn
I locked that door.

I believe we have
a mutual client.

Donald Burns.

You probably met him
through Loretta Vanderpost.

You know, if this is
a business call,

I'm afraid you're gonna have
to make an appointment.

Oh, I'm sure you can make some
time for a friend of Lally's.

I mean, she set you up
in your law firm here,

sent you one or two
influential clients

to kind of get the
practice off the ground.

And what if she did?

Well, I just figured
that once she found out

you're dealing in the
black-market baby business...

That sounds remarkably
like blackmail, Mr. Magnum.

Blackmail's such
an ugly concept.

Like selling babies.

If you had anything,
you'd go to the police.

Only as a last resort.

Well, what do you want?
Donald Burns.

Well, I can't give him to you.

Well, then I guess
I got no other choice.

Oh, you've got it
all figured out, don't you?

The world is so
black and white to you?

Some things are.

Well, it's not so simple.

Let me tell you a story,
Mr. Magnum.

It's about a 16-year-old girl
who got herself into trouble.

This is a girl from a
big family, no money,

no chance of keeping the baby and
giving it any kind of a decent life.

So she found a lawyer.

A guy who knew of
a very wealthy couple

who desperately wanted
their own baby girl.

The couple paid all of her medical
expenses plus a little more,

a little gift

for carrying the baby

and taking good care of it
till it could be adopted.

Now I ask you,
who's so hurt by this?

The baby, who has a
chance at a decent life?

The couple, who finally has the family
that they've always longed for?

The girl, who has an opportunity
to make something of her life

before she has children?

You left one thing out.

You made that choice.

They all do.

I mean, they may carry on a
bit, pull out all the dramatics

to convince everybody, mostly themselves,
that they don't have a choice,

but they do,

and they've made that choice.

I didn't.

I'm sorry about the other
people who want him.

But he's my son.

I'm not giving him up.

Do you have any idea what
this means to my career?

To my life?

1567, Puuhonua Road.

There's a holding house there.

Mr. Magnum, I...

I only did what I thought
was best for everybody.

What if...

What if he doesn't remember me?

Hey,

you'd be surprised
what kids remember.

It's Ben.

Hi, Ben. Hi.

You having fun on the swing?
Yes.

It's okay. It's okay.
Enough. Enough.

Where are we going?

We're going home, okay?

Donald, where is Jesse?

It's too late, Lydia.

He's not here.

They already took him away.

Jesse!

Jesse!

For the first time since the day
I sat in ninth-grade science,

I began to consider
that Mr. Corkill was right,

that rainbows may be nothing
more than optical illusions.

Jesse.

Hi, Mommy.

But if rainbows
are optical illusions,

in order to see them you have
to have the sun at your back

and the rain in front of you.

The rain was all
behind Lydia now,

and she could be content
with something even better.

Holding on to a little
rainbow of her very own.