All language subtitles for 06.19 Who Is Don Luis Higgins.

I am looking for my beloved
half-brother, Jonathan Higgins.

How's he doing this?

I don't know,
but it's Higgins all right.

Unhand me at once.
Ooh!

- Magnum.
- Higgins?

Jonathan.
Don Luis.

Oh, my God.

Don Luis Mongueo is a national
bad joke in Costa de Rosa,

and an insult to President
lbenez and his government.

Higgins, what happened?

What's going on?

That's what I'd like to know.

Gracias, Maria.

Don't be afraid, my dear.

My name is Albert Stanley Higgins
and I'm here to help you.

Spending hours
staring at Higgins

is not exactly
my idea of fun.

But when the face staring back at
me is red and resigned to defeat,

then time wasted with Higgins can
actually be described as enjoyable.

In his ordered little world, there's
a rule to cover everything,

from fighting a war
to watering the flowers.

Following the rules is far more
important than the reason for them.

There are even rules
for following the rules.

And when you dare to vary from
his interpretation of the rules,

Higgins gets unruly.

This is an outrage.

It's also checkmate... Again.

It's not a checkmate.
You cheated!

That's five games to one,
my favor.

That calls
for a congratulatory cigar.

Perhaps this excruciating pain
will be a reminder to you

the next time you and your friends
consider tearing up the estate grounds

with one of your
childish games.

Over-the-line is not a childish
game and I want a cigar!

No, you don't deserve one.

You refuse to employ
the maneuvers I gave you.

Higgins, how am I
supposed to win

if I let you
pick my offenses?

For the last time,
we are not competing.

I desperately need practice

against the favorite attacks
of the grandmasters.

Grandmasters do not
resort to amateurish tricks

like the Rook Blitz!

Castle Blitz. And Uncle Lyle never
lost a game after he came up with...

Aren't you going to answer that?
No.

And I don't recall
the name of Uncle Lyle

in the annals
of world-class play.

Okay, forget it.
Forget it.

I'm just trying to help you win
the tournament, that's all.

Hey, Thomas,
open up the gate.

I've got all the stuff
out here.

What stuff?

The stuff for the party. Didn't
Higgins tell you about it?

Party?

Higgins? What party?

The Hawaiian Islands World Class
Invitational Chess Tournament

Opening Day Reception.

Probably the most important
and prestigious function

I've ever had
the honor to host

and I'll need you to take care
of the last-minute arrangements.

Sir, shall I see
to the front gate?

It's been taken care of. Thank you.
Very good, sir.

Who is that?

James.
He'll announce the guests.

I don't have time to go
into all the details.

Details? You never told me
anything about this!

Due to the fact that I have my
first match in exactly one hour,

and thanks to you,

my final practice session was
wasted on the Uncle Lyle Blitz!

The Castle Blitz and you can make all
the fun of it you want, Higgins,

but you couldn't beat it,
could you?

Only because it was
so idiotically infantile

that it caught me off guard.

Wait! Wait.

Wait, wait, wait... What about
my tickets to Dave Brubeck?

Your wins are invalid.

You were to use maneuvers
of my choice.

Now, if you wish to renegotiate...
Renegotiate?

First it was two out of three,
then it was three out of five...

Hey, Thomas, where do you want the flowers?
In the living room.

Rick will take care
of the catering.

Agatha is coming by to check
the furniture arrangements.

You only have to coordinate
with the harpist,

the extra help
and the parking attendants,

in addition to making certain that
security is absolutely top notch

for the President's arrival.

Did you get the tickets?
I'm working on it.

Higgins!

Higgins, what are you talking about?
What President?

President Manuel lbenez
of Costa de Rosa, of course.

President who of what?
He's here for the tournament.

Of course.

Please complete the reception
preparations by 3:00.

That will give me time to correct
your mistakes after I return.

Higgins, you're not
taking the Ferrari.

I am, after all, the ranking
player on the Island.

It is imperative
that I arrive in style.

What about my tickets?

Jonathan Higgins?

Certainly not.

Thomas Magnum.

Yes.

Well, they told me
that you drove a Ferrari

so I just assumed
that was you.

No, that was someone else.

Let's start all over again.

Alan Johnson.

Aide to President Manuel
lbenez of Costa de Rosa.

I believe that you're
supposed to talk to me

about security here
at Robin's Nest.

Where would you
like to start?

I know. I know.
I was thinking it, too.

Higgins always met with security
people to go over the system

before any visiting dignitary
arrived.

He never drove the Ferrari.

And he would never,
in his wildest dreams,

consider leaving an event
as important as

the Hawaiian Island Whatchamacallit
Reception in mine and Rick's hands.

So something in Higgins' carefully
ordered universe was askew.

And I knew
it was only a matter of time

before I found out
what it was.

In the meantime,

I figured I could be man
enough to overlook the fact

that Higgins had tricked me
into spending my valuable time

with some security expert
from Costa de Rosa.

Especially, if four tickets to the
Dave Brubeck concert were at stake.

Cigar?
No, thanks.

Very capable system.

I'm impressed.

Understand you were with
Naval Intelligence?

You mind if I have one?

Not at all.

I was an army man, myself.
In the CIA.

Well, if there's anything else
you want me to show you, um...

I mean. I'm sure
when you talk to Higgins,

you'll tell him
how thorough I was.

How thorough
the security system is.

I knew that before
I even showed up.

You've got
quite a reputation.

Now, that's one of the reasons
I came to see you.

Do you mind
if I sit down?

No.
Make yourself at home.

How'd you hurt your leg?

It's nothing.

In the war?

No, no.

I don't know about yourself,

but I'm kind of glad to be out
of the intelligence factory.

Got myself a nice, comfortable
job working for a guy I like

in a pretty little place

with clean air,
friendly people.

Sure beats working
for a living.

But you've got a problem.

Uh...

Yeah. I was getting there.

Well,

I don't know what anybody
told you about me,

but I'm not really
very interested

in getting involved
in government cases.

That's why I came to see you.

Three weeks ago,
we set out on a world tour,

kind of a goodwill mission
for Costa de Rosa.

lbenez hates these trips.

But, he knows they're good
for his country.

And he also knew that he could
stop over here in Hawaii

for this big deal
chess tournament.

You know, I don't know anything
about the game myself,

but he's an absolute
nutcase for it.

Anyway, uh...

We received three letters
just like this.

All threats
on the President's life.

All from the same man,

apparently representing
some right wing fringe group.

And all of them promising that
lbenez would meet his destiny here.

Why didn't you cancel
your stopover in Hawaii?

You ever have any dealings
with a chess fanatic?

He wouldn't let anything stop him
from attending this tournament.

Well, you'll have to go to
the authorities with this.

Can't. lbenez
has absolutely forbidden it.

He doesn't believe
the guy is serious,

and he doesn't want to be
perceived as weak or cowardly

by asking for help.

I can't tell him
how to run his life.

But I like the guy,
you know?

I'd sure hate
to see him get hurt.

My people in Costa de Rosa

intercepted
several pieces of mail

all addressed to a post
office box here in Hawaii.

All of them from members of that same
fringe group addressed to their leader.

I'm sure he's here.

We've been watching the place, but
so far the guy hasn't shown up.

And frankly,
I'm running out of time.

Well, suppose...

Just suppose that I find him.

What then?

We turn him over to the proper authorities.
Without fanfare.

Of course,
you'd be well compensated.

Miss Alicia Ravensworth
with the Ali'i Philharmonic.

Excuse me, where do I
put my harp?

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you very much,
I'll find my way out.

Hey, Thomas. You'd
better get in here right away.

Sir, would you like to have...
I was told

there would be someone here
to meet me when I got here...

I understand that...
...and I need to practice...

I need to practice... I don't
know where to put that.

And I need to get
the precise order

in order to
construct...

Well, I'm quite certain it
must have been an oversight.

I don't believe

he would've deliberately
sabotaged you, Jonathan.

Yes, yes. I'll tell him.

Hi.

Oh, Mr. Magnum!
Thank goodness you're here.

I've just had a most
disturbing call from Jonathan.

And you look lovely,
this afternoon, Miss Chumley.

Oh, why... Thank you.

We've a bit of a problem,
I'm afraid.

Nothing that can't be
resolved, I'm sure.

Jonathan's been delayed.

Some problem
with the Ferrari.

A bald tire,
I believe he said.

I meant to take
care of that.

You see? I told him.

At any rate,

he had invited the President of
Costa de Rosa over for drinks

before the rest of the
tournament crowd arrived.

They knew each other
during the war, and...

Oh, I see I'm telling you
more than you need to know.

Sir? Someone to see
Jonathan Higgins.

Oh, dear.
That will be the President.

Don't worry, Agatha.

There is nothing Higgins could have
done that I can't take care of.

Mr. President, I am sorry...

Mr. Presidente?

No, you have mistaken me
for someone else.

I am looking for
my beloved half-brother,

Jonathan Higgins.

Jonathan?

Dios.

Forgive me
for my rude behavior.

Allow me
to introduce myself.

I am Don Luis Mongueo.

The last of the royal line.

Heir to the throne
of Costa de Rosa.

My grandfather
was King Fernando.

The last Mongueo
to rule Costa de Rosa,

massacred by the revolutionaries,
with his entire family

except for my mother,
of course.

Bless you.

Damn plants.

Why's he doing this?

I don't know. But it's
Higgins, all right.

Did you hear that accent?
An obvious phony.

You can practically see
the glue on the goatee.

He better hope that President
lbenez doesn't show up...

lbenez? lbenez, yeah, he
better hope he doesn't show up

while he's doing that phony
imitation of Xavier Cugat.

That could set diplomatic
relations back 20 years.

You're right.

I think it's time for
Don Luis Higgins to retire

before lbenez arrives.

And that, my dears,
is the end of the story.

Fascinating.

Say goodnight, Higgins.

What is the meaning of this?

Buenas noches. Hasta Luego.
Your goatee has slipped.

Unhand me at once!
Ooh!

Good indignation.
That was excellent.

Now if you'll just give me my
four Dave Brubeck tickets...

Magnum!

Higgins.

Jonathan.

Don Luis.
Oh, my God...

Dios mio.
Oh, my God!

The President
of Costa de Rosa,

His Excellency
Manuel lbenez.

lbenez.

Oh, my God.

Manuel...
Jonathan.

Presidente.

Don Luis?

The Juan Garcia Trio.

Juan! Jesus! Julio!

Now, the real music
can begin!

Maravilloso

Come, we need a dance,
Señorita Agatha.

What?

I'm really not good
with Latin steps.

Ah, you're doing it.
Viva! Viva Ia danza.

Oh, dear!
Do not fight it,

our hips have minds
of their own.

Si, sf!

Sorry about the trouble
with the tire,

but at least the party's
a big success.

Viva! Viva!

How could you possibly
have confused him for me?

The bearing, the mannerisms, the
clear-cut difference in character.

Anyone with the slightest
degree of intelligence

and a discerning eye would know
immediately that the man was an imposter.

He's not an imposter,
Higgins.

He told me all along
he was Don Luis Mongueo.

I just didn't realize your father
toured South America in his youth.

Apparently he "toured"
everywhere.

But that is beside
the point.

The point is, between the
flat tire and his arrival,

my reception was an
utter and complete disaster.

Oh, I don't know, I thought it was
kind of touching the way he sang,

Don't Cry For Me,
Costa de Rosa.

Don Luis Mongueo is a national
bad joke in Costa de Rosa

and an insult to President
lbenez and his government.

Until I can decide how best
to return him to his home,

I have asked him not
to leave his room.

Don't you think you're
being a little harsh?

He seemed harmless to me.

This no longer concerns you. You've
made quite a mess out of everything.

Now if you will be kind enough
to leave me alone,

I still have tomorrow
morning's match to attend to.

Okay, okay.

Higgins...

Higgins, you know,

we've been through a lot
together over the years.

And no matter how bad
things have gotten,

no matter how bad they've
gotten I've always known

that I could depend on you to be
a man of honor and integrity.

I mean, you've never
once, never once, not ever,

in all the time I've known
you, gone back on your word.

And that's why I know that
you're going to tell me that...

The tickets have been
given to charity.

No!
Yes!

Goodnight!

You're completely sold out,
huh?

Do you have a waiting list?
Uh-huh. That long, huh?

Well, yeah,
you could put me down.

Come in.

Señor Magnum.

Yeah, four for Thomas Magnum.

Uh-huh.

The day of the concert.
Yeah. Right.

What do you think
my chances are?

Oh...

Well, thanks anyway.

I am interrupting. I will go back...
No, no. That's all right.

You want some pizza? Beer?

You have any sangria?
I'm all out.

Beer is fine.

I have a cousin who was born with
one leg shorter than the other.

He overcame his limp to become a
world renowned flamenco dancer.

Oh. This, uh...

It's the war. I don't like to
talk about it.

Ah.

My brother, Jonathan, has
done very well for himself

to be living
in such a place, yes?

Yeah, I guess so.

It's important to me to learn
as much about him as I can.

Brothers, after all,
should be brothers.

Without family,
there is nothing.

Uh, Don Luis...

You think I am being
overly sentimental.

No.

Perhaps, being an orphan,

I am more sensitive to
these matters than most.

You know, there are those, who
do not believe that my mother,

the lovely Dona Ana,
survived the massacre.

Yeah, I had heard there was
some discrepancies.

Some day I intend to restore
the good name of Mongueo

in the hearts
of my countrymen.

But for now, it is my brother
I am interested in.

Well,

I think if there's something you
want to know about Higgins,

you should ask him.

I have.

Unfortunately, he is...

Stubborn.

Proud.
I expected no less of him.

But one day, I hope to melt
the ice barrier between us

that keeps us both
isolated and alone.

I will, how you say, come
clean with you, Mr. Magnum.

Thomas.
Tomas!

I came here tonight
to hire you.

Hire me?

Teach me this game which so occupies
my brother's heart and mind.

Chess?

To tell you the truth, I really
don't know much about it.

Perhaps through this game
I can find a way to bring

the Mongueos and the
Higginses back together.

I could teach you
my Uncle Lyle's Castle Blitz.

Prepare the board.

And damned be he who first
cries, basta! No más!

Damn plants.
Bless you.

Something I've
discovered living in Paradise.

You can't really hold onto
resentment very long.

Sure, I was annoyed at Higgins for not
giving me the tickets to the concert.

But, there would be
other concerts.

In the meantime, I guess I had a
client and a lead to follow up on.

There had been four
threatening letters to lbenez

all with the same
post office box numbers.

His security chief, Alan Johnson, had
been unable to get the name and address

of the person
who had rented that box.

Anybody there?

Hello?

Yeah?
Hi.

I need to change the address
on my post office box.

It's number AJ 8085.

I'm sorry I didn't know anybody
was standing right there.

This month's box rent is late.

Oh.

I thought I'd paid that one...
How much was that, again?

Fifteen dollars
and thirty-five cents.

Fifteen...

There you go.

Just cross out your previous address
and write the new one on the back.

Right, yeah.

There you are.

Thank you.

What happened
to your leg?

What makes you think there's
something wrong with my leg?

Did it ever occur to you
that maybe, just maybe,

I don't want to
talk about it?

That it might just bring up
unhappy memories?

Or that I'm just plain sick
and tired of everybody I meet

asking me, "What happened to your
leg?" Did that ever occur to you?

Have a nice day.

I was beginning to think
that fate was definitely on my side.

Not only in getting
even with Higgins

but with finding
the assassin.

I mean, I was almost embarrassed
to have to tell Johnson

how easy it had been to get
the address of the man

who had rented
the post office box number.

And the way the guy had left
his things in his room,

he'd made finding out his identity
embarrassingly simple as well.

I no longer thought fate
was on my side, I knew it.

But then fate has ways of
reminding you

that it's never as easy
as it seems.

Don Luis?

Higgins?

Higgins. Where's Don Luis?
He's gone.

Where did he go?
When will he be back?

I don't know and he won't.

What?

Higgins! This is important!

I informed him that
he had to leave. He did.

I have my second match
in 25 minutes

and I do not intend
to waste any of them

on further, pointless
discussion of Don Luis.

But he could be
in serious trouble.

Then that, I'm afraid,
is his problem.

...certainly this is
one of the most popular matches

of the second day
of the tournament.

The winner will emerge as one of the
overall leaders in the standings.

Come on, Laurie,
it should be easy.

I can't get off early tomorrow, Rick.
Rules are rules.

Look, Laurie,

my buddy has got tickets to
the Dave Brubeck concert.

I mean, everything's
all set up.

Can't you just talk to
your manager or something?

Look, I'll try. Okay?

Oh. That's great, baby.

Excuse me.
Excuse me.

Rick.
What took you so long?

I thought I asked you to keep an
eye on Higgins till I got here.

I am. He's right there.

The hotel put monitors in here so we
could watch the chess tournament.

Pretty good idea, huh?
Oh, yeah.

Listen, I got to talk
to you about...

What's he doing?

Playing chess.
I know that...

Tilden is studying the
board in bewilderment. He's...

What's going on?

That's what I'd like to know.

He's acknowledging checkmate.
The official is checking and...

Yes, checkmate!
Extraordinary!

Jonathan Higgins has set
a new tournament record.

Checkmate in seven moves!

He won in seven moves!

That's the Castle Blitz.
I got to find Higgins.

He's right there, Thomas.

No, I don't have time
to explain right now.

Stay here and keep an eye on Don Luis.
It's real important.

Don't let him
out of your sight.

Where is he?

He's taking a bow. And don't
let him see you either.

From his
incredible accomplishment.

That's Higgins, isn't it?
Thomas? Th...

All right, maybe Higgins had
been acting very unlike Higgins lately.

But one thing
I knew for sure,

he would never resort
to using a trick

like Uncle Lyle's
Castle Blitz,

especially with the entire
chess world watching.

Higgins!

Higgins!

You in there?

Higgins?

Higgins, you up there?

Which meant only one thing,

that the Higgins at the chess
tournament wasn't really Higgins.

He was Don Luis.

Which solved the problem
of where Don Luis was.

And that left me with only
one tripartite question.

Who was Don Luis and why was
he doing all these things.

And where
had he stashed Higgins?

Higgins?

Higgins, what happened?

How could I look for you when I
didn't know you were missing?

I'm going as fast as I can.

I don't know, it seemed more likely
you'd be in the house somewhere.

Any investigator
worth his salt

would have thought
to look here first.

Higgins!

I can't talk now, I'm two
hours late for my match.

I can only throw myself
You won.

On the mercy of the judges and...
You won!

In seven moves.

Seven.

Don Luis disguised himself
as you and won the match.

The Uncle Lyle Blitz!

The Castle Blitz...

Never mind that right now.

I've been disgraced.

You sneezed.

What of it?
It's very dusty in there.

Stop that. What in God's
name are you doing?

I'm sorry, but there's something
I have to talk to you about.

Something very important and I can't
do it until I can be sure who you are.

Don't be ridiculous. You
know perfectly well who I...

Tell me a story.
The Gunga Din story.

For God's sake, Magnum
this is hardly the time.

If you're Higgins,
anytime is the time.

The Gunga Din story now.

Malaysia, 1943.

Our regiment was hopelessly outnumbered,
and we faced certain death.

In our ranks was a young
Lieutenant Ian Bowerly,

and during the lull in the
battle he recited, Gunga Din.

I suppose to keep up our courage
for facing the inevitable,

his eloquent recitation
grew increasingly louder,

until it thundered
through the jungle.

To our amazement, the Japanese
troops walked forward.

Though they spoke no English
they were entranced by the poem.

They allowed us all to leave the area
unharmed except for poor Mr. Bowerly.

As we made our escape, we could hear
him reciting other Kipling favorites,

literally for miles.

To this day,
his fate remains unknown.

Thank you. I believe
your half-brother

is going to assassinate the
President of Costa de Rosa.

An extraordinary performance.

I've followed tournament play
for many years.

Never have I seen such audacity
as to use a child's move.

The "rook-flank entrapment"
as you call it.

I must admit you have created
quite a stir here, today.

Yes, well, I knew
it would only work once

so I used it against
my most formidable opponent.

I'm quite certain that the entire
chess world will be debating

such a show of style versus
content for many years to come.

Excuse me, Mr. President.
You wanted to freshen up

for the reception here
at the hotel this evening.

Yes. Thank you, Alan.

Thank you for
a most enjoyable afternoon.

I should freshen up as well.

Perhaps you'd like to have
a drink in my quarters

and discuss the "rook-flank"
in more detail.

Oh, no, no. I am only
a very interested amateur.

But even I, my friend,
have already mastered

all the details of
the "rook-flank entrapment."

Sixth floor, please.

I'll see you later,
Mr. President.

Certainly, Jonathan.

In an hour, Johnson.

"My lineage being what
it is, of royal stock and origin

"has naturally made me something
of an outcast in my own country."

You're not going
to find any clue

in a book
he just left lying around.

Perhaps, further back. Clearly,
anything of interest to us

is going to be found
in his locked suitcase.

If you would help me
with the lock.

"Should I fail in my attempt

"to thwart the evildoers who
plot against my country..."

I don't see why
you won't pick this lock.

You do it for anyone else
at the drop of a hat.

"...a conspiracy to murder
our Great President

"led by his trusted servant,
Alan Johnson."

This is it, Higgins.

He did leave this
for us to find. Now, listen.

"In the event of my death
for I am quite certain

"that Johnson knows I am onto
his plot to plant a bomb

"in His Excellency's car

"my only hope is to be
remembered by my countrymen

"as a patriot and a hero."

Do you think it's possible he's setting
up Alan Johnson to take a fall?

You've spent time with him. How would
you describe Don Luis Mongueo?

Romantic. An idealist.

Exactly. The worst he could be accused
of is murdering the English language.

I don't think he would
entrap anyone unfairly.

Yes! So we have to assume that he's
going to try and stop Johnson.

That's why he disguised himself as you
and went to the chess tournament.

Here, let me take
a look at that.

Photographs of me.

These look like blow-ups from the
negatives I found in the dark room.

He's been doing a character
study of you, Higgins.

And not a bad idea, at that.

Thank God for my amateur
theatrical background.

Does this look all right?

Why are you doing this?

Because Don Luis
is impersonating me

and if he's right, we don't
want to blow his cover.

Of course.

Now, I'll try to draw
Johnson away

while you convince Don Luis to turn
this matter over to the authorities.

I cannot believe
I didn't see this right away.

There was no way
you could have known.

He is a consummate
professional.

He had us all fooled.

No, but leading...

Leading me to that address and
from there to the boarding house.

It was all too easy.

Of course with my training and
perhaps more to the point,

the same genetic makeup
as it were,

I should have been
alerted the moment

he appeared as an overly
flamboyant popinjay. Popinjay?

Dandy, coxcomb, fop. I should
have realized immediately

that he was playing a role,
misdirecting us.

You're not talking about
Alan Johnson.

I am talking about
El Mongueo.

Your goatee is crooked.

Would you like to have them
removed, Jonathan?

What?
The flowers.

Would you like to have them
removed from the table?

They seem to be
a problem for you.

No, no.
I just have a cold.

We should be leaving.

Yes, of course.
Excuse me, Jonathan.

Leaving? To go where?

I'm afraid I can't be totally
unofficial while I'm here.

A quick courtesy visit
to your Governor.

Oh, I'm gonna have to meet you
at the car, Mr. Presidente.

The gift you were going to give to
the Governor I left in my room.

Yes, of course.

The limousine will be
at the side entrance.

Five minutes.

Jonathan, as always,
a great pleasure.

Mr. President.

Excuse me.

Rickey! He said it's okay!
What?

Margie's gonna
fill in for me.

What're you talking about?

The Dave Brubeck concert.
Are we going or not?

Oh, great. Yeah,
that's not a problem.

Hey, what have you
done to your hair?

It's part of my disguise. Look,
I can't talk to you right now.

Great, just great.

Rick.

You might've told me
you found Don Luis.

This isn't Don Luis.

No, it most certainly is not.

Higgins?

Where's Don Luis?

He followed lbenez
to his room,

came back down here,
then lbenez left again.

Left? To go where?

To his limo,
at the side entrance.

With Johnson?

Thomas, that's the weird part. Johnson
disappeared into that stairwell,

and then Don Luis
followed him.

I'll check on the roof.
I'll try to intercept lbenez.

Thomas,
Thomas!

Johnson! Johnson!

Show yourself
if you are a man!

Fight this battle in the open
where you can be seen!

Johnson!

Get in the car.

Presidente! There's a bomb!
Run! A bomb! Quickly!

I'm all right, thank you.
Thank you. I'm all right.

The assassin has failed,
Presidente.

Don Luis Mongueo
has saved you.

I am your humblest
servant.

No, you are my friend,
Don Luis.

You saved my life.
Thank you.

That goatee looks
as good as your real one.

Jonathan is letting me
borrow it

since I had to
shave mine off.

I wouldn't want to return home
unmasked, uh, so to speak.

It's so terribly exciting.

Going home
to a hero's welcome.

Yes. A very generous gesture
on Presidente lbenez's part,

however, I must confess
both to him and Jonathan,

I am no hero
and cannot accept the honor.

Of course you're a hero.

I'm afraid events
proved otherwise.

What're you
talking about?

You don't remember
disarming Johnson?

I?

After the bomb went off,
Johnson pulled a gun.

Yeah, you don't
remember this?

No.

He was going to
shoot lbenez.

You jumped him, you wrestled
the gun away from him,

without any regard whatsoever
for your own personal safety.

Thomas had to hold you back.

You were willing to give up
your own life for your country.

I can't think of a better
definition of a hero.

I don't recall.

Must've been the hit on the head.
Mmm-hmm.

Temporary amnesia.

Your car is ready.

You'll come to visit again?

You must come to visit me.

I want to show you
that Mongueo hospitality

is not so different
from Higgins' hospitality.

Viva Costa de Rosa.

Viva Albert Stanley Higgins.

Hear, hear.

Adios, Mr. Magnum.

Tomas.

Tomas.

Higgins? Aren't you going
to see him out?

Hmm?

Oh, um, no. No. I promised
to demonstrate to Agatha

the brilliant chess maneuver I had
planned to use at the tournament.

Oh. Incidentally,

I carelessly forgot to send
these concert tickets off

to the charity organization
as I had intended.

Since the concert
is this evening,

it is far too late
to send them now.

If you would like to use them.

You sure you're all right?

Quite.

Damn plants!