All language subtitles for 05.09 Tran Quoc Jones.eng

Well, Mr. Magnum,
can you do it?

Can you find my father?

They got no record
of a Tran Quoc Jones or
anybody even asking about him.

My mother took me
to live with her family.

One day some men came
and took her away.

They killed her because
she had married my father.

I wish I could undo that
for you.

He seemed quite anxious
to try and help out.

He's using Tran Quoc
as a political ploy.

Where's Tran Quoc?
I don't know
where they came from.

Where's the boy?

You think they're really
gonna just let him go?

Hey, that's mine!
T. C!

How much for this?

That's not for sale.

Would you like
this necklace?

Only $15.

Last one.

I'll make you a deal.
$12, wholesale.

Okay, I'll take it. Can you
put it in a bag for me?

Here you go, lady.
Hey, that's mine!

Meet me right here
in one hour.

You come back here with that!

Come back here.

Speech, speech, speech...

I can't tell you
what it means to me
to see all of you here today.

I don't believe this guy.
We're over in Vietnam
getting our butts shot off,

while he's on a stage
burning his draft card
in Central Park.

Now he's telling everybody
to vote for him
and work through the system.

Well, times change,
I guess.

So do people,
apparently.

...and hard work
are values of the past.
I disagree.

Old-time American values
will never go out of style.

Thomas.

I do not see how Robin Masters
can throw a fundraiser
for this creep,

and I don't see
how you can help him.

I'm not helping him.

Yes, you are.
You're helping him
raise money.

I am not.
I'm just doing the job
Robin asked me to do.

No!

I feel the same way
about Hasley you do.

Sure.

What am I supposed to do?
Quit my job?

I wanna talk to you.

No. Now, that's it.

You're not gonna put me
on the defensive on this.

I'm not working for Hasley
and I'm not gonna talk
about it anymore.

Who said anything
about Hasley?

Look, Thomas, you wanna take
an ad out in the yellow pages,
that's your business,

but don't use
the club phone number
for your messages.

You gave out
this number?

I was just trying
to cover my bases.

I didn't think you'd mind
taking a couple
of messages for me.

A couple?
Try 15 in the last two days.

Fifteen?
That's great.

Eleven crank calls
and three hang ups.

I'm getting a little tired
of people calling up

and yelling and calling me
dirty names over the phone.

Well, I figured
you'd be used to that by now.

Very funny. I suppose
it doesn't bother you

that he advertised
helicopter service.

Wait a minute. You advertised
helicopter service?

That's only 14!

Eleven crank calls
and three hang ups. That's 14.
Who was the 15th?

That friend of yours,
Jim Bonig or Joe Travis,
or whatever his name is.

Mac. He said
to call him Mac.

I don't want
to call him Mac.

Anyway, he wants you to get
ahold of him right away.
Here's the address.

Well, I can't go right now.
I'm waiting to meet a client.

You advertised
helicopter service?
Honey Lester.

Honey Lester?
Yes, she's meeting me here
at 10:00

and she's just running
a little late, that's all.

Well, while you're waiting,

maybe you'd better
place a call
to the phone company

and tell them to strike
this helicopter service.

You wouldn't want anyone to
sue you for false advertising.

Magnum, somebody's
looking for you.

See? I told you.
She's just a little late.

Where?

Over there.

That don't look
like any Honey Lester to me.

Well, he says his name
is Tran Quoc Jones.
I think that's Vietnamese.

Anyway, he said
he needs to talk to you
and it's confidential.

My father gave those
to my mother

the night
before he shipped out.

He was going to send for us
as soon as he got back
to America.

But my mother died,

so I guess
he couldn't find me.

At the orphanage,
they taught me not to be angry
about the past.

Look to the future.

So, I began to dream
about coming to America

to find my father.

But here I am,

and I can't find him.

There you go.

You don't need
a private investigator.

See, there are agencies
that are already set up

for getting families
back together.

I can take you over
to one of them.

No!

I'm not exactly
supposed to be here.

I kind of bought my way in.

These agencies,

I'm scared
they'll send me back.

Where do you get
the kind of money

to buy your way
into the States?

Same place I learned
to speak English,

hustling big hotels
in Ho Chi Minh City.

I speak pretty good, huh?

Very good.

Here you go.

One chocolate milk

on the house.

"On the house"?

It means free.

Thanks.

On the house.

Well, Mr. Magnum,
can you do it?

Can you find my father?

Why don't you tell me
all you know about him?

He was a helicopter pilot
and his name is Jones.

We heard he came
through Hawaii
on his way back home.

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

What were the odds
of my finding

the one helicopter pilot
named Jones,

who left a wife and infant son
behind in Vietnam
almost 12 years ago?

On the other hand,
the odds weren't
gonna get any better

if I turned the boy down.

The important thing
was to keep him out of sight,

so immigration
couldn't find him
before I located his dad.

This Higgins,
he is a cruel man?

Not cruel, exactly.
More like set in his ways.

Like Phap Quong.
He was the thay tru tri
at the orphanage.

Very stubborn.

I had to concentrate
and concentrate

to figure out
how to be his friend.

Yeah, well, what I think
you should concentrate on here

is staying out of
Higgins' way.

I think we made it.

Where's your Hotei statue?

What?

Your good-luck statue.
You know, the short,
round little man.

Don't you keep one
outside your door?

Uh, some people
keep them inside.

Higgins.

I have been standing here
for precisely 17 minutes,

a sufficient amount of time
to weigh carefully
the words I shall use

to describe to Mr. Masters
your appalling lack of concern

about a matter
he has entrusted
to your care.

Higgins, I'm sorry.
Look, I know we had a meeting.

I meant to be on time,
but I got held up
waiting for a client.

You're taking money
from children?

Oh, no,
he's not my client.

Well, I mean,
he is my client,

but he's not the client
I went to meet.

He is the client
that showed up.

Anyway, Higgins,
it doesn't matter who he is.

What matters is my taking care
of a few minor details,

so that you and I
can then discuss
the matter of security

for the fundraiser
Robin's throwing.

Quite.

I just have
one quick trip to Waikiki.

This lad, this mere child,

is your client?

Well, in a manner
of speaking, yes.

How on earth do they find you?

Yellow pages.

Of course.

I should have guessed.

So far, so good.

The important thing now is...

Stay out of Higgins' way.
...of Higgins' way.

Watch TV, read a book,
take a nap.

The bathroom's in there,
there's beer...

Milk and cookies
in the refrigerator.

Don't wander off.
Stay in the guest house.

You gonna be okay?

Are you kidding?

Are you crazy?
You wanna get killed?

No, I'm just
trying to run
a nice little business here.

You know,
sell a few pineapples,
enjoy the good life.

You know, it's the
American birthright, Thomas,
the pursuit of happiness.

What's the pursuit
of happiness got to do with

bumping heads
with some hood?

Thomas, you see all these
little stands around here?

Each one of these
little stands

is a little island
of free enterprise.

Each one run by someone

who's working very hard
just to get by.

Now, if all these people

have to keep paying
protection money
every month...

I am not saying
they should pay.

I just think
they should call the police,
that's all.

What good could they do?
If they come around,
the bagman doesn't show up.

And they can't really run
a con on him, you see,
'cause that's entrapment.

They got to be real careful
about those things.

Now, look, you help me
with this, and I'll see
what I can do at NIA.

I don't know.

What's the set-up?

Well, everyone's agreed
to give me
their protection money

for this next pickup.

Now, I flash the money
at the bagman,

and then I pull a switch
and give it to you,

and you wait for me
over there by that aquarium.

Then the bagman
takes an envelope
full of paper towels,

and you and I
hand all these people back
their money.

And when he realizes
he's been had
and comes looking for us?

Well, first of all,
they'll never really get
a good look at you.

And, secondly,
I can take care of myself.

You don't have to worry
about me.

Now, what do you say?

Look, if you really
don't wanna do this,
I understand.

I mean, it's dangerous.
Really, really,
forget I asked.

It's okay. I mean, you're busy
trying to find
this kid's father.

I can see
you just don't have time
to help out a few nice people.

If I agree to do this, if,

you will get into NIA
and see what you can find
on the boy's father?

You got yourself a deal.

Now, why don't we go someplace
you can buy me a beer

and tell me what it is
you're looking for.

Business is a little
slow here, anyway.

I guess people
are still spooked
by that murder.

What murder?

They found
a high-priced callgirl
over in the alleyway

between the Hawaii Art Mart
and Kuhio Souvenirs.

You know, she looked
more like a college girl
than a hooker.

All they found on her
was 1,500 bucks
and a driver's license.

Honey Lester. Where do they
come up with these...

Honey Lester?

Yeah, you know her?

There's
a special kind of bond

between a private investigator
and a client.

If it's not trust,
it's something
very much like it.

I saw it
in Tran Quoc Jones' eyes

when he asked me
if I could find his father.

And I felt it in my heart
when I heard Honey Lester,

a client I hadn't even met,
had been killed.

I felt I had to do
what I could

to find out
why Honey had called me.

I asked Rick to see
what he could find out
about her.

In the meantime,
I had to make sure
my other client

was keeping a low profile
around the estate.

Magnum, I want to talk
to you immediately.

I demand to know
what you're doing
about that boy.

To tell you
the truth, Higgins,

I was kind of hoping
you wouldn't notice
he was staying here.

I mean, look,
I know you got this big
shindig coming up, but...

I would hardly call
Mr. Masters'
fundraising dinner

for his chosen candidate
a shindig.

Well, whatever. The thing is,
I think Tran Quoc can stay
out of the way.

What's the big deal
if he stays here
for a couple of days?

I'm not in the least concerned
about his staying here.

You're not?

No.

What concerns me
is what you're doing
to find the boy's father.

Well, I have a couple
of operatives working on it.

Good.

As you know, there's
an enormous amount of work
to be done around here

to ensure security
for the fundraiser.

Yeah, I know.
I kind of wanted
to talk to you about that.

See, I've been kind of having
second thoughts...

However,
under the circumstances,

I am willing
to burden most of that work

in order to free up your time
to find the boy's father.

You are?

Gee.

Thanks, Higgins.

Why are you doing this?

If you had a son
who was trying to find you,

wouldn't you hope the people
he turned to would help him
in that quest?

Besides,
I rather like the lad.

He told me,
quite in confidence,

that I reminded him of someone
he was very close to.

The thay tru tri
of the orphanage
where he grew up,

as a matter of fact.

I suppose I always have had
a rather authoritative air
about me.

I remember the first time
I was bundled off
to military school.

I couldn't have been more than
seven years old at the time,

but, even then, the lads
apparently saw in me
the makings of a leader.

The school was located
on the rainy and windswept
coast of...

Pity.

He would've enjoyed this one.

But I didn't lie
to Mr. Higgins.

You led him to believe...

You led him
to believe one thing,

when you really meant
something else.

Pretty smart, huh?

That's really very good.

How long you been playing
the saxophone?

For a couple of months.

I started playing for change
outside of hotels

just before I came here.

How long
have you been playing?

Oh, since high school.

You must be really good.

Here, play something for me.

No.

Look, it's time for you
to hit the sack. We got lots
to do tomorrow.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Your friend Rick called.

He said to tell you
he's got some "feelers out"

and he'll get "the skinny
on that dame."

He also said he'd help me
with English, anytime.

Great.

And Mr. Calvin called.

He said, "Did you take care
of that false
advertising matter?"

He also said
for me to call him T.C.,

and he invited me to go flying
in his helicopter tomorrow.

Oh, he did, did he?

He invited me
of his own free will.

What I said was,
I'd be happy to take him
on a helicopter ride sometime.

That's what I said.

He's just a kid.
You know how excited
they can get.

Besides, maybe
his English isn't very good.

He probably
misunderstood you.

That boy's English is great.

Maybe we should take him
with us.

It could be interesting.

No.

Magnum dropped him off here,

we're gonna drop him off
right back there
and Higgins can baby-sit.

Now, I planned on a picnic
for two, not three.

You're right,
Mr. Calvin.

It was wrong of me
to trick you.

Every morning
I wake up and I think,

this might be
my last day in America.

Today might be the day
they come and get me

and send me back,

so I try to fill my mind
with as many pictures
as I can,

so I'll have something
to remember

when I'm back
in the orphanage.

But I should try
to find my own pictures,

and not take yours
away from you.

He wouldn't be taking
anything away from us.

T.C.

T.Q., where you going?

Back to Mr. Magnum's house.

What, and let
all this good food
go to waste?

You mean I can come along?

T. C: Sure,

if you're in the chopper
by the time I count to ten.

One, two, three, four, five...

You know, some days
I can really see
what it is I see in you.

As far as I can see,
nobody wants this guy.

Oh, I got your list
of all the Joneses
mustered out in Hawaii.

It's a pretty long list.

I also contacted somebody at
the Pearl S. Buck Foundation.

You called Washington?

Yeah. As long as I was there,
I figured the Navy
could afford it.

They got no record
of a Tran Quoc Jones or
anybody even asking about him.

The State Department said
they'll keep looking,

but at first glance,
they didn't have anything
on the guy, either.

Anybody you didn't call?

My mother.

I started to,
but I heard some footsteps
coming down the hall.

I'll call the State Department
back in a couple of days.

They think I'm big brass
over here, you know.

But if you want
my honest opinion, Thomas,

I don't think anybody's
really looking for this kid.

Hey, here they come.

They're early.

Look, be sure and wait
until after I take
the envelope back.

I'm not ready!

You're ready.

You got the money?

Yeah, I got your money.

You know, you guys ought to be
ashamed of yourselves,

taking money
from working people.

Save it for Sunday.

It's $50 short.

I haven't put mine in yet.

You should also watch
how you flash
this kind of money around.

This isn't
the best neighborhood,
you know.

Be a lot safer
if you carry it
in one of these.

What are you doing?

Don't do that.

I'm trying to help you here.

Excuse me. I just bought
this pineapple from you

and I'm afraid
it's kind of rotten.

Gee, I'm sorry, Mister.
I'll get you another one
right away,

just as soon
as you fill in this form.

Oh, no. Do I have to?

I'm kind of running late.
I need to catch a plane.

Give him the pineapple.

You wanna let me run
my own business, pal?

Give him the pineapple.

Thank you.

Now, give me the money back.

He has it.

Look, I don't want
any trouble. Obviously,

it was an error in judgment
on our part,

but as long as you get
the money back, I mean,
no hard feelings, huh?

Mac. Mac!

I can explain.

No, wait, he's...

Freeze. Police.

I'll take that.

Hi, Lieutenant.
What are you doing here?

What am I doing here?

We got an anonymous tip
that these guys

would be making
the collection rounds today.

We've been after them
for months,

and I might have known

you'd be right
in the middle of it.

I can explain, really.

Mmm-hmm.

Take them downtown.

All of them.

I think
we should at least hear
what he has to say.

I don't trust that guy.

Mr. Hasley has
a great number of connections
in Washington.

When I explained to him
about the boy's dilemma,

he seemed quite anxious
to try and help out.

He's using Tran Quoc
as a political ploy.

Well, I suppose
it's a possibility, yes.

T. C: No possibility about it.

Stand the boy
in front of the cameras,
show how concerned I am

about the Amerasian problem.

Hey, we don't need
the guy's help.

He's a politician,
not an investigator.

I don't see
what difference it makes
what he is,

if he can find
the boy's father.

Hi, guys.

You asked us
to meet you here
two hours ago.

Where have you been?

Oh, I got a little tied up
with Lieutenant Tanaka
on another case.

Honestly, Magnum.

I got a list
of all the Joneses

who mustered out in Hawaii.
It's long.

You see? I told you
Thomas would come through.

I figure we've just got to
divide the list up,
and track this guy down.

Geez, that could take months.

Okay, maybe we should
let him talk to Hasley,

but I'm gonna be there
to make sure

he doesn't shove the kid
in front of any cameras.

Would you
look this way?
- Over here.

Mr. Hasley,
could you give us
a statement, sir?

Is it true
you're going to look
for the boy's father?

I want
to thank you all
for coming out today,

but this is a personal event,
not a public one. Okay?

I appreciate your giving us
a little space.

Mr. Hasley...
Mr. Hasley...

Mr. Hasley,
Tran Quoc Jones.

Looks like
you're quite a celebrity, son.

You know, not everyone
has your courage

to come all this way
looking for your father.

Well, I'll say one thing
for the guy,

he always knew
how to keep his face
in front of the people.

He just better not
get Tran Quoc's hopes up,
that's all.

What?

I don't know, nothing.

Where did Hasley go?

Get a picture
of that guy.
Get over there.

You all right?

I think so. I'm fine.

Where's Tran Quoc?

I don't know
where they came from.

Where's the boy?

I didn't see anything,

just heard the shots.

I feel so foolish.

Where's the boy?

Mr. Hasley, did you see
who fired the shots?

Mr. Hasley, are you all right?

A statement,
please, Mr. Hasley.

T. C: It's okay.
They're gone.

You know,

when I was a kid,
I used to be
scared of the dark.

I used to think
that there were monsters
up under my bed,

so you know what?

I started talking to them,

trying to get them to go away.

You know something? They did.

After the Americans left,

my mother took me
to live with her family.

We hid away.

One day some men came
and took her away.

I heard shooting
and I ran after her,

but they killed her.

They killed her because
she had married my father.

They said that she was working
for the Americans,

and that she was a spy.

I wish I could undo that
for you.

I thought

if I came to America,

all these bad thoughts
would go away.

Now I think

maybe they never will.

Well, maybe they won't,

but you won't think
about them all the time.

I hardly ever think
of the scary times
back there anymore.

But when it gets really bad,

I think,

"I made it through that,
didn't I?"

Well, I can make it
through anything.

Come on.

T.C.,
what if Magnum
doesn't find my father?

He'll find him.

You okay?

Yeah.

Did you see anybody?

To get in and out
without a trace, the guy
had to be a real pro.

So why'd he miss?

That's what
I'd like to know.

What are you saying?

You're telling me
you can't stop people

from taking potshots
at your guests?

That is most certainly
not what I am saying.

Naturally, the beaches are
more open and vulnerable
than the rest of the estate.

However, I will
personally see to it
that efforts are redoubled

to insure against
any recurrence of today's
most distressing events.

I don't think
you have to bother.

You can tell Mr. Robin Masters
that we'll hold
our fundraiser elsewhere.

Let's bring the cars around.
Let's go.

You were right.
I shouldn't have wandered out
onto that beach today.

I forget there are still
people out there who would
like to see me dead.

Thank God the boy's
still alive.

I'd like to help you
find your father.

T. C: Yeah, well,
we don't want your help.

So far, all you've done is
bring a lot of reporters
around and caused a big stir.

T.C.
- T.C.'s right.

How do we know
this whole shooting thing
wasn't just a publicity stunt?

It was no stunt.

I know a lot of people
still harbor
resentment toward me

about my activities
during the Vietnam War.

They see me walking around
healthy and happy,

and they get angry
because they think
I should have been over there.

Maybe if I had gotten
shot or killed,

their husband or brother
or father
would still be alive today.

I may have made some mistakes
when I was younger,

but I like to think
they were mistakes
of caring too much.

Mistakes of method,
not of ethics.

And the sad fact is,
if more people
had listened to me sooner,

maybe some of those husbands
and brothers and fathers

would still be alive today.

Wait a minute.
Wait just a minute.

You make
this nice little speech,

full of understanding,
full of compassion,

and then you go right back
to where you started.

"People should have
listened to me. I was right."

Well, don't try to convince us
that you're such
a wonderful person

because you had
the courage to stand up
for what you believe in.

Convince yourself.

Because in my book,

it can't compare
to the kind of courage it took

to go over there
and get shot at.

I'd still like
to help the boy.

Honey Lester
was pretty new to the Island.

She didn't seem
to have any friends,

but she had one encounter
with a guy

that was running girls
on the Avenue.

Now, apparently,
somebody stepped in

and convinced this guy
to leave her alone.

It seems that she has
some pretty heavy connections
somewhere.

Magnum, I just had a call
from Dick Hasley's office.

If it's about what happened
yesterday, Higgins,
I'm sorry.

Maybe I was out of line
with Hasley.

But I've been listening
to these people for years

with their neat little version
of how things were.

It's just not that simple,
Higgins.

It never is.

However, perhaps some good
has come out of our meeting
with Mr. Hasley.

Apparently, the story
about Tran Quoc went out on
the wire services last night.

Oh, great. That means
we're gonna be hearing
from immigration.

Now, what are we
gonna tell them?

We'll just have to tell them
the truth, that we're looking
for the boy's father.

Dick Hasley
has found him.

He's arriving tomorrow morning
on the first plane
from Colorado.

T.Q. Hey, T.Q.

Hey, man, you look great.

Mr. Higgins gave it to me.

Well, everybody's waiting.

T.C.
Mmm-hmm.

I've been thinking.

What?

I probably wouldn't really
fit in in Colorado.

I'm used to living
in the streets,

taking care of myself,

you know.

Maybe I'd better
stay here.

I mean,

it's not like
he's really my father.

He left us.

He probably doesn't even
want me around.

Well, he's come
a long way to get you.

I think he wants you around.

Yeah, but
if anything happened,
that he didn't want me...

Hey, hey, hey.
You just call me.

Do you think
I'll ever see you again?

Look, no matter
where you are,

if you need me,
I will be there so quick,

you won't even see me coming.
You got that?

T.C.
Hmm?

Nothing.

We'd better go.

Yeah.

Come on, what do you want
from me, huh?

Proof that he's
the boy's real father.

Surely you can appreciate
our concern.

All right.

Besides the affidavits
from family and friends,

he brought these with him.
They're letters from his wife

before she was convicted
of being an American spy
and killed, okay?

You wanna read them yourself,
be my guest.

They're just full of hopes
and dreams for the future,

news of their infant son,
that's it.

Well, reading
a man's private mail...

Do you think you gentlemen
could hurry this up?

I have a press conference
to go to, okay?

They're here.

So that's when
the other fish came around,

so then, that fish said
to the other fish,

"Just because
the hook was there,
you didn't have to bite it."

Well, I guess
you had to be there.

Tran Quoc,
this is your father.

These are for you, Magnum.
Pencils. You can put
your name on them.

They'll be good for business.

T.C.,

you could give these
to Gloria.

Rick, here, on the house.

And Mr. Higgins.

These are some old pictures
of me

when I was a kid.

You can have them
to remember me.

Hey,

you don't want
to give these away.

It's okay.
I don't need them anymore.

Thank you.

Gentlemen.

Well,

I believe I should take
the advice on this T-shirt

and fix myself
something cool to drink.

May I offer you lads
something?

No, thank you.
I have some business in town

that I haven't had time
to take care of.

Where are you going?

To see a man
about a pineapple.

Magnum, am I glad to see you!
I was just calling you.

No, no, no, no.

You weren't just calling me.

You aren't glad to see me.

You hung me out to dry
with those guys

and then you took off
with all the money!

Pretty good, huh?

No, it wasn't good.

It was a rotten thing to do
and you're...

You're going to give back
all that money.

I already did.
And I'm going to go with you
to make...

Every penny.

I don't believe you.

Well, except
for my recovery fee,
10%% off the top.

But, you see, I figured
these guys wouldn't fall
for a simple switch scam.

No, no. Uh-uh.
You wouldn't give it back.

Not for 10%%, uh-uh.
No way. Not you.

All right, all right,
so it was a 20%% fee. But you
got to figure it this way.

These people have been paying
100%% for years.

Now that these guys
are in jail,

they don't have
to pay anything.
You had no way
of knowing

they were gonna
get arrested.

Well, who do you think
called the police?

Let's face it, Magnum.
I performed a service
for my fellow craftsmen.

We did. You should be
very proud of yourself.

No, I'm not proud.
Leave me out of it.

I figured
you'd still be mad at me.

Mad? Mad?

Mad doesn't even come close.

Well,
that's one of the reasons
I tried to call you.

Well, consider
the message delivered,

and don't ever call me again!

The other reason I tried
to call you is to tell you
that I went back to NIA

and found out the information
you were trying to get
on the kid's father.

Well, I'm afraid
you're a little late.

He picked Tran Quoc up
this afternoon.

That's impossible.
He was killed in action
in Vietnam.

If the lad's father
was killed in action,

then who drove out of here
with him, and why?

Well, whoever he was,
he was working for Hasley.

Here's the stuff
from the envelope
that T.Q. Gave me.

An appointment book
belonging to...

Honey Lester.

Yeah, and also,
here's the yellow pages ad

that he used to find you
in the first place.

And here are at least
half-a-dozen papers

linking Hasley
to organized crime.

My God.

You think Hasley knew
the kid had those papers?

He must have. He and Redfield.

Man, they really took us in.

I shall go down to
his headquarters immediately

and demand that he give us
the whereabouts of the boy.

Oh, and you think
they'll just tell us?

They will if they want
these papers back.

If they were willing
to kill somebody for them,

they should be willing
to make a trade.

Robin Masters' estate.

It's Tran Quoc.

T. C: Do you think
they're really
gonna just let him go?

I don't think they're gonna
risk shooting him or us
in front of witnesses.

Well, here they come.

T. C?

I'm okay.

How do we know
you'll leave the boy alone?

'Cause I gave you
my word.

The papers for the kid,

and he's free to go with you.

Until you decide to take shots
at him on the beach again?

No, we weren't shooting
at the kid.

It was Hasley we needed
to get the message to.

Boy means nothing to us.

How did you even know
he had the papers?

The girl told me.

It's amazing
what people will say
when they're scared.

I'm sorry I lied to you

about my father.

I thought
if I didn't tell anybody

my real father was dead,

maybe somebody would think
I was their son.

I thought he was really going
to take me to Colorado.

After they let us go,

I won't cause you
any more trouble.

You haven't caused us
any trouble.

So long, kid,
and welcome to America.

T. C!

Give me that.
Magnum!

You just made
a very serious mistake.

It isn't worth it.
Let's get out of here.

You got lucky, Mister.

Did you get it?

Next time,
you be the halfback
and I'll be the linebacker.

I got it.

A switch.

Where did you learn that?

From a sort of a friend.

I guess you'd better
get these back to Higgins.

And then, are you going
to find my real family?

We're sure gonna try, kid.

You got American aunts
and uncles somewhere.

We'll find them.

I thought
I was doing the kid a favor,
all right?

Indeed.

I thought the guy
was the kid's father.

His papers,
they were very convincing.

Papers
which only you read.

So, you're saying
that I'm working for them?

You come in here
with false accusations
about callgirls,

hoods, politicians gone bad.

This is all very dramatic,
gentlemen,

but you got no proof.

Yes, we do.

They went for it.

I'm quite certain,
in light of these documents,

Mr. Masters will want
to reevaluate his support
of your campaign.

That is, unless
you can give us some proof

that these accusations
are false.

We'll say the documents
are forgeries.

You can't prove otherwise.

This is gonna
follow you around, Hasley.
It's not gonna go away.

Mr. Redfield, the reporters
are getting anxious.

Dick.

Give me
five minutes, Kathy.

Yes, sir.

There was a connection,
but not the one you think.

What are you doing?

They're right.

If they don't dig this up,
someone else will.

It's an old story.
It's corny, like the movies.

Mobsters hire pretty callgirl
to get next to naive,

but basically
honest politician.

She shows him some documents
designed to scare him
into playing ball with them.

Why didn't you go
to the police?

Something happened
that nobody counted on.

Honey and I fell in love.

I couldn't bring myself
to implicate her in all this.

Or maybe you just didn't want
to explain it to your wife.

Maybe I didn't at the time.

Anyway, Honey and I
got arrogant.

We thought we could turn
the tables on those guys.

She managed to get her hands
on records that would expose
the key men

in underworld operations
on the Islands.

Then she got scared,

said we had to hire
some protection

until we could decide
what to do with the documents.

So she called Magnum.

After the police found her,

I went to my wife
with the whole story.

She's gone back to the
mainland to sort things out.

I wanted to spare her at least
the public humiliation

of dragging this out
into the open.

And I kept telling myself,
without the documents
Honey had,

what good would it do
to go to the press?

You have
the documents now.

Dick,

don't be a fool.

You go out there
and talk about this,

you're not gonna stop the mob.

All you're gonna do is wreck
your own political career.

What other choice
do I have?

Not talk about it?
Cover it up?

Run scared from every gangster
and investigative reporter

who wants to make
something out of this?

I haven't changed
that much, Dennis.

You think maybe
we were wrong about that guy?

I don't know.

Where's Tran Quoc?

He's sitting on the front row.
I wanted to make sure
Hasley could see him.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the press,

it gives me great pleasure
to introduce you

to Mr. Dick Hasley

I'm sorry to have
kept you waiting.

I hope you'll find
what I have to say today

worth the inconvenience.

We, all of us,

have had to find
our own way in life.

We've all had decisions
to make

which were very difficult.

But I believe

when you face life squarely

and take on
the difficult decisions

and the difficult times,

somehow things have a way
of turning out all right.