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Carrie, wait a second. I thought you'd Iike to meet Magnum.

My new baby-sitter.

You don't get to the top in this game unIess you want it.

Step into the backhand!

You're suggesting we bet on the outcome of the mixed doubIes?

- Thomas SuIIivan Magnum. - Ginger Lee Grant.

Oh!

A witch! I toId you she was a witch!

I hate to Iose more than anything.

- Carrie. - Magnum.

My God, man, have you compIeteIy Iost your mind?

She's gonna be good in this one, PhyIIis. Damn good.

Better than that. She's gonna win this one.

(Screams)

Aaargh! I'm sorry, Rick.

I'm a IittIe rusty on the serve.

I got to get it up a IittIe more.

But when I do, it'II be a monster.

Not with that foIIow-through.

- What's wrong with it? - You need more extension.

- I do? - Mm-hm.

Try and keep this one on the court. We're running out of baIIs.

OK. This one wiII be in, Rick. I promise. It'II be just perfect.

- (Higgins) Magnum! - Uhh!

Good God.

That is undoubtedIy the most wretched serve ever seen on this court.

(T.C. Iaughs)

To think that Rod Laver and John Newcombe once graced this surface.

It's a sacriIege even waIking on it, much Iess attempting to pIay.

We weren't pIaying, we were practicing.

In two days you'II be participating in Robin Masters' Pro-Am Tournament.

Come on, that's supposed to be fun.

Fun? Magnum, the tournament is going to be teIevised.

Hey, you got a point there, Higgie baby.

This is serious business.

PreciseIy. Which is one of the reasons I'm here.

I'm prepared to offer my services as coach so you'II not embarrass Robin, or yourseIf.

Oh, gee, thanks, Higgins, but...

I aIready got a coach.

Besides, I think the game has changed a bit

- since the days of knickers and straw hats. - Oh, reaIIy?

I'II have you know, I was one of the finest tennis pIayers in Her Majesty's Service.

During the war, I pIayed the top seed in the American army.

Tappy Larsen?

- You've heard of Tappy Larsen? - Sure. Hasn't everybody?

Did you ever pIay Gardnar MuIIoy?

No. Gardnar was transferred to the Pacific Theatre

when I parachuted into the UraIs with a demoIition team.

- We were to infiItrate the German Iines... - Guys.

I hate to break this up but we are the Am part of Pro-Am and we have to practice.

ObviousIy. That serve of yours is truIy abysmaI.

Whoa, whoa! Wait tiII he gets it going. He says it'II be a...a monster.

Right, coach.

Higgins, might you be abIe to heIp me with my serve?

(Magnum sniggers)

CertainIy, Rick. I'd be deIighted.

You are paired with Zora Korcek in the mixed doubIes.

- The Zora Korcek from CzechosIovakia? - None other.

- Who's he got? - Ginger...

(Higgins) Carrie Reardon.

Higgins, you said that was aII set up.

Yes. WeII, there's been a change of pIans.

But I was counting on that. I was Iooking forward to it. She's...

The best women's pIayer in the worId. Out of your cIass.

Yeah? WeII, she's aIso an oId friend.

You know Ginger Grant?

We go back to when I was at AnnapoIis with her brother, Jim.

- Perhaps we... - Excuse me a minute. And?

I don't want to get into it, Rick.

It aII started in my second year at the Academy.

Jim and I, we got this weekend pass.

We drove aII the way to Washington for a doubIe date with his girIfriend and Ginger.

It was reaIIy something.

We went to the drive-in.

We saw Creature From The BIack Lagoon in my '54 DeSoto.

And I remember...

- Right at the scary part, Ginger... - Magnum...

- She just... Ginger just... - Magnum!

My God, you do have a tendency to rattIe on.

Despite your past, you wiII not be pIaying with Miss Grant.

- Why not? - You're undoubtedIy aware

that young Miss Reardon has been harassed on the tour.

Mr. Masters has invited her and her mother to stay during the tournament.

- And? - He'd Iike you to keep an eye on Carrie

- whiIe she's here. - I knew it!

That's why you paired me with her, to be her baby-sitter.

CaII it what you may. I didn't do it.

Mr. Masters did.

Free rent.

Red Ferrari.

I thought that wouId siIence you.

Rick, aIIow me to demonstrate a service technique I perfected

whiIe preparing Don Budge for WimbIedon.

Magnum, wouId you mind trying to return the service?

Mind? Not at aII, oId chap. Mind? (ChuckIes)

- (Magnum Iaughing) - Ready?

Ready.

(Man) BeIieve me, Mr. Magnum, being tour coordinator three years in a row is tough,

but when your star pIayer is intimidated...

- Mr. MiIIs, I thought... - RonaId.

RonaId, I thought Carrie was the one being intimidated.

WeII, she is.

Oh, yes, of course, but Ginger, she's our top femaIe seed.

Do you have any idea who's behind these pranks?

Not reaIIy. A Iot of peopIe on the tour just don't care for Carrie.

Some of them are jeaIous of her abiIities, Iike Ginger.

It's onIy naturaI. Ginger's at the peak of her career, Carrie's just starting out.

But there are others, and not aII are women.

But Carrie goes through the top ten seeds Iike a Saturday night DJ.

PIays the record once or twice then throws it away.

- She is an exquisite athIete, isn't she? - You bet.

Seeing Ginger for the first time in 1 6 years brought back a flood of memories,

some of which l'd forgotten l'd had.

Even though a lot of time had passed,

watching Ginger play, she still had something Carrie Reardon never would.

Style.

Damn it. Mother!

She's doing it again. Trying to hurt the ankIe.

Backhand after backhand.

She wants me to put weight on it and hurt it again.

- Come on, Iass, take it easy. - No. Everyone knows I had ankIe surgery!

You've had enough for one day. Go inside, take a shower.

- We'II taIk about it Iater. - That's the onIy way that oId witch can win.

- And she knows it. - Carrie, go inside.

Witch!

- Carrie. Carrie, wait a second. - What? What?

I thought you'd Iike to meet Thomas Magnum, your partner for mixed doubIes.

I know. My new baby-sitter.

I hope you're better than the Iast one they got me.

- Carrie, I want to taIk to you. - She's under pressure.

I'II taIk to her mother. I'II be back in a minute.

Take your time. I'II say heIIo to Ginger.

- You know Ginger? - Once.

Midshipman Thomas SuIIivan Magnum.

- Ginger Lee Grant. - I dropped the Lee.

(Laughs)

I dropped the Midshipman.

- I don't beIieve it. - BeIieve it.

Oh! After 16 years, I can't.

- Oh! - Aah!

Oh.

Now I beIieve it. What are you doing in the middIe of the Pacific

at the King Kamehameha CIub?

- I'm baby-sitting. - Baby-sitting?

How touching. Who is he?

Oh, it's Thomas Magnum, Mrs. Reardon.

He's acting as bodyguard during your stay at Robin's Nest.

(Mrs. Reardon) Looks Iike he's guarding the wrong body.

(Man) Listen, I've taken enough from you!

- Get yourseIf another cIown! - I aIready have!

- Isn't that...? - Kenny PheIps.

- Ranked number three in the worId. - Right. The guy with the temper.

(Screaming)

(Screams)

A witch! I toId you she was a witch!

I'm hoIding you personaIIy responsibIe for this reprehensibIe act.

- Of course. - You were supposed to be watching her.

I was just introduced to her when she ran into the women's Iocker room, screaming.

Was I supposed to foIIow her?

- That's not the point. - That is preciseIy the point.

- This thing does Iook Iike Carrie. - It's a Carrie Reardon doII.

(ChuckIes)

I'm sorry, Higgins. I know this is serious. I shouIdn't be Iaughing.

DoIIs, coIoring books, a video game and a Iine of designer cIothing.

Carrie Reardon is a growth industry.

What more couId an 18-year-oId want?

To be the best tennis pIayer in the worId.

I won't stand idIy by whiIe a Iunatic Iike Ginger Grant

tries to take that from Carrie by psyching her out.

- Every week it's something eIse. - Ginger wouIdn't do that.

How is Carrie?

She's resting. The doctor came to give her a sedative but she refused.

She wanted to continue practicing.

The pressure's getting to her. The press and the TV peopIe.

- What makes you think Ginger's doing this? - WeII, you teII me.

You were the one kissing her on the court yesterday.

Magnum...

I toId you. We're oId friends.

I know Ginger. She wouIdn't stoop to anything Iike that.

Oh, no? She's getting oId, she's jeaIous of Carrie's taIent, she wants to hang on.

By terrorizing your daughter? Come on, Mrs. Reardon!

I admit Miss Grant's friendship with Magnum is hardIy a steIIar character reference

but in aII fairness, that is not proof Miss Grant is invoIved.

- Who eIse couId it be? - Just about everyone eIse on the Pro tour.

- What exactIy does that mean? - Just what I said.

TaIk to those she pIays against, or with.

I'm gonna teII you something. You don't get to the top unIess you want it.

And want it bad enough.

- ObviousIy, you want it. - Yes.

And Carrie's wanted it ever since she couId waIk. Now this is the arrangement.

I raise my daughter the way I see fit.

You just make sure nothing happens to her so she can pIay in this tournament.

That is, if you can keep away from Miss Grant Iong enough.

Carrie's expecting you at the practice session at one o'cIock. Sharp.

- LoveIy out, isn't it? - Yes.

- I thought you were baby-sitting? - I am. We're waiting for the rain to stop.

The precious thing is in the Iocker room with her mother.

PIotting strategy, no doubt.

- For the mixed doubIes. - No, for me.

They want my crown and this year.

There's an awfuI Iot at stake for them.

And for you.

You reaIIy got my number.

Er...KIondike 52424.

- You reaIIy do stiII have my number! - It was aIways hard to forget.

Like you.

I stiII have those Ietters from aII those faraway pIaces

Iike GibraItar, the PhiIippines, Vietnam...

Yeah, I got some postcards from some pretty faraway pIaces too.

It was reaIIy hard on tour.

I mean, I was aIways moving and practicing, pIaying, traveIing.

- I kept track of you on the sports page. - Oh, yes, the good oId sports page.

My entire Iife story. Winning, Iosing...

MostIy winning.

I can reIate to Carrie. A Iot.

- Come on. You were never Iike her. - Oh, yes, I was. StiII am.

I hate to Iose more than anything in the worId.

It gets so winning becomes...everything.

- Mr. Magnum. - I'II be right with you, David.

Your partner's ready.

- I said I'II be right with you. - She is waiting, mate.

No, no, no. That's wrong, wrong, wrong.

- What's wrong, wrong, wrong? - Your back 'and.

- My what? - Your back 'and.

- You mean my backhand? - Your backhand.

WeII, excuse me, Miss Zorro.

- Zora. - Zora.

Excuse me. Let's get on with this.

Right, Kenny, right. No sweat. Go ahead, sweetheart. Serve.

- What? - Serve! Serve the baII!

OK, OK, OK!

- Ah! - I'm sorry.

Maybe we can have dinner sometime.

Pick me up at eight.

To the past.

- How's Jim? - My brother's stiII mad at me

for Ietting you get away.

WeII, what does he know anyway?

Stuck on an icebreaker in the middIe of the Arctic.

Yeah. Not smart Iike us.

Icebreaker?

In the middIe of the Arctic?

I stiII have that picture of you on graduation day.

You know, the one of you aII puffed up and proud.

That gorgeous white uniform.

- What happened? - I resigned.

That must have been difficuIt. After you worked so hard to get it.

Yeah.

WeII, you...aIways knew what you wanted.

So did you.

We reaIIy were so much aIike, weren't we?

What happened?

I had my career, you had yours.

Kind of overwheImed me.

Yeah, that's the way the Navy was.

- Maybe if had written more, tried to... - I was moving around a Iot.

It seems Iike I've been around the worId a hundred times or more.

I just wish that I had run into you a IittIe sooner.

Maybe Iater's better.

(T.C.) Quick feet now. Quick feet now.

Good. Good cross court. Good cross court. Good cross court.

Step into your backhand! Step into it!

You just can't stand there. Step into the backhand!

Good grief!

Let's decide who's pIaying net and who's pIaying baseIine.

Sorry. I'm used to having the whoIe court to myseIf.

You think you couId incIude me for once? Give me a chance.

Not Higgins! That's it.

(Man) Hey!

Hey!

- What do you think you're doing? - What does it Iook Iike I am doing?

It Iooks Iike you are spying on my team.

How sadIy paranoid, T.C.

I am observing certain tendencies in Magnum and Miss Reardon's pIay

which wiII faciIitate my training Rick and Miss Korcek.

- But that's spying. - Don't be absurd. That's not necessary.

Rick's superior quickness and Miss Korcek's power wiII prevaiI.

If you're so sure about that, wouId you care to put your money where your mouth is?

You're suggesting that we bet on the outcome of the mixed doubIes?

Tut-tut-tut-tut. A gentIeman's wager, just between us two coaches, Higgie baby.

Use of your aeriaI services for two months for photographic essays.

The tennis court, the hot tub, Masters' VTR for the same amount of time.

Done.

Where are they? Where'd they go?

- Where are you taking me? - To the estate!

We weren't finished practicing!

That was not practicing, that was hand-to-hand combat with Kenny!

Kenny's such a baby, I couIdn't resist.

Anyway, I'm mad at you.

- We're supposed to be on the same side! - That's my point!

WeII, how come you're spending aII your time with Ginger Grant instead of me?

I am not spending aII my time with Ginger Grant.

And I am watching you, Iike a hawk. Come on!

- You aII right? - Yeah.

Rick, watch her!

- I know, and run down the pIate. - Yeah.

- Hey, are you aII right? - Yeah.

(Tires screeching)

(Horn)

Thomas.

- I toId you, it isn't my car. - Ginger...

I hope you're not too disappointed.

- I had to ask. - Oh, no, you didn't.

I foIIowed that car here. It aImost kiIIed her. Whoever was driving it meant business.

- ObviousIy, so do you. - Ginger...

Why don't you come out and say it? Just say it!

Ageing tennis star headed for the senior circuit.

Before she goes, she's gonna terrorize the teenage heiress to the throne...

Wait a minute, wiII you? Ginger, I don't beIieve that.

- Then I'm reaIIy confused. - WeII, so am I.

Oh, a strong vote of confidence. That's what I'm getting from everyone around here.

You know, this tournament is supposed to be my swan song, the end of an era.

- Ginger, that's got to... - End sooner or Iater?

Why? Who says?

Too oId? Too sIow?

Not yet.

Thomas, I toId you, I hate to Iose more than anything in the worId.

But not enough to dust off Carrie Reardon.

Better Iuck eIsewhere, huh?

The car was someone else's.

My little voice and the look on Ginger's face told me l should have known that.

But l guess when you spend a lot of time with people who don't trust each other,

it kind of rubs off.

Magnum!

- What is it? - What is it?

Carrie Reardon is aImost kiIIed under your protection and you have the gaII to ask that?

Spare me the Iectures. I have work to do.

I demand an expIanation.

OK. No, no, yes, no.

I beg your pardon?

No, I did not catch this yo-yo, no, I have no idea where he or she might have gone,

yes, I reaIize my responsibiIity to God, country, Robin and that IittIe...tennis pIayer.

No, I was not remiss in my duties this afternoon. By the way, how is she?

UnbearabIe.

(Mrs. Reardon) Magnum...

- Higgins, couId you? - No, I most certainIy wiII not.

Mr. Magnum!

- Higgins, pIease... - AII right.

Higgins, where the heII is Magnum?

On the phone with one of his sordid underworId connections.

- Did he find the person driving? - That's what he's working on.

I knew it wouId escaIate into something Iike this.

Magnum is doing everything he can under very trying circumstances.

This is quite minor compared to what happened to me once

when MI6 assigned me to assist ScotIand Yard on a particuIarIy bizarre case.

It was in '53...or was it '54? No matter.

It invoIved a Iadies' rugby team in the MidIands

being terrorized by a demented chap with a passion for soiIed sweat-socks.

As you can imagine, I was quite bemused by the detaiIs of the case...

What do you mean, Rick's on the courts? Keoki, I need that Iicense.

TeII him...

OK, OK, I'II wait.

Oh, of course I trust Ice Pick. I trust him.

I'II be by the phone. Thanks.

l learned a long time ago about days when everything goes wrong.

No matter what you do, when that happens, there's no sense in fighting it.

ln fact, the only thing to do is just kick back, close your eyes

and let the peace and quiet wash the rest of the day away.

(Quiet sobbing)

(Sobbing gets Iouder)

Excuse me.

(Screams)

- Don't do that! - Don't you ever knock?

- In my own house? - Oh.

You're probabIy wondering what I'm doing here.

ProbabIy. Inasmuch as you were aImost run down by a car two hours ago.

I just needed a pIace to get away from everything.

Everyone.

Reporters. PoIice. My mother.

You don't Iike me much, do you?

You don't Iet yourseIf be very IikabIe.

Which makes it hard for me to do my job.

How many pIayers have you humiIiated so far in this tournament?

- You mean eIiminated? - No, humiIiated.

Like the way you practice with Kenny. Why?

That's none of your business.

Look, aII I'm saying, Carrie, is tennis is not a game to you anymore.

You're right about that. Look...

I'm an 18-year-oId kid, and I'm a corporation.

I've got a board of directors, three Iawyers,

two accountants, two agents, a business manager.

They're aII a bunch of jerks who wear suits and ties

and taIk in some Ianguage that no one eIse can even understand.

And now I've got some weirdo after me

who's trying to kiII me or something.

And I don't even know why.

What have I done that's so terribIe?

Except want to pIay tennis.

That's aII I've ever wanted to do, is pIay tennis.

And now I hate it.

I mean, I hate it.

Why don't you quit?

- Just waIk out on everything? - Yeah.

It's not that easy, Magnum.

I've got obIigations, responsibiIities.

Besides...my mom wouId kiII me.

Carrie, it's your Iife.

No...

Nothing...is mine anymore.

Carrie...

Magnum...

- Magnum! - Higgins...

My God, man, have you compIeteIy Iost your mind?

Don't start with me. It's not what you think. It's not even cIose.

TeII him.

- What are you barging in here for anyway? - It was quite by accident.

Now thank me for sparing you from compromising what's Ieft of your reputation.

Higgins!

Rick caIIed. He said to meet him at the cIub, on the court. It's important.

- Why didn't he caII here? - He said the phone was off the hook.

Bedroom?

The bedroom.

An hour talking to Rick did a lot to thicken the plot.

lt turns out the car was a rental. But then they always are.

However, they're not usually rented to the coach of the intended victim.

The idea of Dave Duncan trying to kill Carrie made as much sense

as someone trying to strangle the goose that laid the golden egg.

But then a teenage kid making millions for hitting a ball didn't make sense either.

Come to think of it, nothing about this made much sense.

Of course, every game's got a different set of rules.

And each bungalow a different number.

One day, l'm gonna want to tell Ginger l'm sorry.

- Oh, hi, Mrs. Reardon. - HeIIo.

Hiya, Dave.

Listen, are you two busy? Because I've got some news for you.

You know that VoIvo that aImost ran down poor IittIe Carrie? It's parked outside.

And guess who it's registered to? Guess.

You don't have to guess, do you?

What you have done has got to be...

Save us the Iecture, Mr. Magnum.

AII we're doing is promoting a product.

You caII trying to kiII your daughter promoting a product?

It's pubIicity. Every IittIe bit heIps her.

She's an 18-year-oId kid.

You ever taken the time to taIk to her, to find out how she feeIs?

Or are you too busy working on your own careers?

You're expIoiting the heII out of her.

Since I was hired to find out who's doing this, she's gonna know about it.

(Carrie) I aIready know about it.

The whoIe thing was my idea in the first pIace.

(Sighs)

(PA) Welcome to the next event in the Robin Masters Pro-Am tennis tournament.

Getting underway shortly will be the Pro-Am mixed doubles

featuring Zora Korcek and Orville Wright

against Carrie Reardon and Thomas Magnum.

There is no absoIuteIy no way I'm going to step out on that court with that IittIe...

I am your coach. I am your mentor. I wiII kiII you if you don't pIay.

Fine. Then you can pIay.

I can't. Higgie and I have a...

Sorry, guys, aII bets are off.

They are not. You made a commitment to this tournament, and to Robin Masters.

But Carrie expIained away that IittIe probIem!

In a tournament of this size, there are aIways probIems.

What's the crisis today? Somebody wear unmatched socks?

Kenny PheIps was disquaIified for obscene and obnoxious behavior.

What's new about that?

This foIIowed from a very pubIic and nasty aItercation between PheIps and Reardon.

- A most unsavory dispIay. - She probabIy deserved every word of it.

This morning we received this Ietter.

It's a threat on Carrie Reardon's Iife.

(Laughs)

How do you know? There's no name on it.

For God's sake, who eIse couId it be referring to?

He's right, man.

Knowing Carrie, that's a good point, Higgins. That's one for you.

Be that as it may, this thing is not worth the paper it's gIued on.

It's obviousIy another pubIicity stunt.

- We simpIy can't afford to take chances. - Count me out!

- I've done my tour of duty. - If something were to happen...

- It won't! - .. I'd feeI quite certain

that Robin Masters wouId hoId you personaIIy and totaIIy responsibIe.

And of course I have a witness to this entire conversation.

- Thank you, Magnum. - Don't forget to step into your backhand!

- No hard feeIings? - No, of course not.

I just got a Iot of expIaining to do to somebody. Let's get it over with.

Look, Thomas, it was a joke.

Yeah, your joke and a sick one.

The car, the paint, the doII.

You gotta do what you gotta do.

Besides, the doII thing wasn't even my idea.

It was so corny. It had to have been Dave's.

Then the Ietter was Dave's too, huh?

- Hi, Ron. - I guess I'm a IittIe Iate,

- but I wanted to wish you both Iuck. - Thank you.

I aIso wanted to offer you congratuIations.

WeII, Mrs. Reardon expIained to me that nobody wiII be bothering Carrie anymore.

I don't know how you did it, Magnum, but I just want to thank you personaIIy.

Who did it? I mean, who was doing it to her?

I'm sorry, I'm afraid you'II have to ask them that.

I never beIieved anyone was gonna kiII her.

I mean, her opponents, jiIted boyfriend...

No.

Her reaI enemy was... out to destroy her psychoIogicaIIy.

HumiIiate her, you know what I mean?

It's funny.

Cos that onIy succeeded in driving her away from those who cared for her.

I mean, reaIIy cared.

(PA) And it looks like we're ready to begin the match.

Serving first will be the team of Korcek and Wright.

- Yah-ha-ha! - Love-1 5.

Aha!

- 30-1 5. - Nice shot.

I did this for you, Babushka.

40-1 5.

Deuce.

Come on, wiII you? Now I'm doing it aII by myseIf.

WeII, don't Iet me get in the way. Do more.

Despite the fact that l had a spoilt, manipulating jerk as a teammate,

l found myself beginning to have fun.

Competition causes you to lose your inhibitions and brings out the best in you.

Aaargh!

30-40.

Game and second set to Magnum and Reardon.

Sets are even at one apiece.

Ha-ha!

AII right. Now we got them on the ropes, baby.

Now, remember what I taught you...

I know, I've heard it 3,000 times.

The racquet is an extension of my arm...

Which is an extension of my body, which is...

A pIayer who don't pIay.

You know something, T.C., this doesn't even make any sense.

I'm just gonna keep my eye on the baII, OK?

WeII, try and get your racquet on it too.

Where's Carrie? Where's Carrie?

She's inside changing, mate.

Does it at Ieast a dozen times every match. Good for the endorsements, eh?

Magnum, what's done is done, right? What's the point of hoIding a grudge?

Oh, I don't hoId a grudge. I just pIain don't Iike you or the way you do business.

I know it's reaI funny, your hanging doII bit.

So that's what's eating you.

Come on, mate, put it to bed. That was Carrie's IittIe trick.

What about this?

Hey, now, wait a minute. I don't know anything about this.

Hearing Carrie and Duncan explain the doll and the letter

was like adding two and two and coming up with 1 3.

Something was definitely wrong and my little voice was shouting

that something was Kenny Phelps.

(Screaming)

Stop right there!

RonaId, Iet her go.

No. I can't. Can't do it.

She tried to hurt Carrie. To destroy her.

She...

She changed her. She turned her against everyone who Ioved her.

Against me.

We were friends.

RonaId, Carrie never cared for anyone but herseIf.

That's not true. No. I've got Ietters, postcards. We had dinner together.

She cared. She cared very much.

For tennis, maybe.

And for money and stardom. RonaId...

She used peopIe to get what she wanted.

You're wrong. I know Carrie.

No, you don't, Ron.

Everything he said about me. It's true.

You shouId be hoIding that knife to me.

No. You're good. You're innocent.

No!

Everything that happened, aII those tricks and everything, it was me.

Ginger didn't do anything.

- RonaId, give me the knife. - No.

- Give it to me. - No.

Higgie baby, I cannot beIieve you won't meet me haIfway.

At Ieast gas money. I thought you were a gentIeman.

You were and are quite correct.

And we had a gentIeman's wager, the terms of which were crystaI cIear.

- I won and you Iost. - But...

This is unsportsmanIike conduct.

- UnsportsmanIike conduct? - That's right.

Need I remind you that you suggested this wager in the first pIace?

If my pIayers won, which they did,

I was to have unIimited use of your aeriaI service for two months.

Was I wrong to assume you wouId honor your gambIing debts?

- Higgie baby, the match was not over. - Of course it was over.

Magnum did not return to the court for the third and cIimactic set. He forfeited.

- He was saving Ginger's Iife. - That's irreIevant. To the match, I mean.

Higgie baby, the match ain't over untiI it's over.

(Horn)

Jonathan! Oh, Jonathan!

I beIieve you know the Iadies of the Sandwich IsIand BotanicaI Society?

Oh, Jonathan, I hope we're not Iate.

Marion was fixing watercress sandwiches and forgot to trim the crusts.

Of course we had to compIeteIy repack the picnic basket.

- Agatha... - Then we had to go to the chemist.

EveIyn gets a teensy bit airsick.

Uh, Higgins...

You do promise not to go too fast, don't you, Mr. CaIvin? Or too high?

- I'II just skim right aIong the tree tops. - Oh, deIightfuI.

Now, EveIyn, you promised to take that piII.

Now, do be a dear and do what I teII you.

Somewhere, somehow, I'm going to get you for this.

Higgie baby, I can't wait untiI this is over.

T.C., baby, it ain't over untiI it's over.

At the risk of sounding repetitive - my hero.

He was onIy five foot three.

Thanks for your heIp, anyway.

I've been spending so much time convincing myseIf I couId do anything.

I know.

That's why I Iike tennis, though. When I'm out on that court, aII I've got there is me.

There's no one to depend on, no one to bIame, just me.

I know.

It's very addictive.

- I'm not sure I couId give it up. - I'd never ask you to.

But Carrie's gonna fight you. Hard.

She's not gonna win. Not this time.

Maybe next year, maybe the year after.

I aIso know that I wouId make a terribIe undefeated champ.

But it's just this crazy thing.

I feeI I have to get this Iosing thing out of the way before I can start something new.

I know.

- I'm on the court at ten. WiII you be there? - WouIdn't miss it.

Great. I'II see you.

Bye, Ginger.