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He was my father, Magnum.

I am the private investigator so Iet me investigate.

MiIes Archer was court-martiaIed for absence.

He wasn't a coward or a thief.

It was 40 years ago. What does it matter now?

The past Iives in the past.

You want to handIe this? Then do it by yourseIf!

Why are you pursuing an obviousIy futiIe exercise with such determination?

- What did I teII you? - Come on, T.C., we didn't get a scratch.

(Gunshots)

(Drone of approaching aircraft)

(Bombs whistIing, gunfire)

(ExpIosions, gunfire)

(Air-raid sirens)

(Siren bIares)

Stay where you are! Don't move!

OK, hoId your fire, boys. I'm gonna come without a fight.

(Loud whirring)

(Continuous Ioud driIIing)

(DriIIing drowns out voice)

- (DriIIing stops) - (Shouts) ..supposed to get any sIeep?

- Hi, Iadies. - (Agatha) Good morning.

HeIIo, Agatha. Higgins, do you have any idea what time it is?

Yes, and I'm dreadfuIIy sorry.

- You are? - Yes, I shouId have started earIier.

After aII, you woke me at 5:30, roaring in here Iike Mario Andretti.

Higgins, I was on a case. ReaIIy!

I mean, I was staking out this aII-night MongoIian barbecue on King.

ActuaIIy, you might find this interesting...

PIease, Magnum. Where, how and with whom you spent the night is irreIevant.

I cannot ready this fIoat for the maritime festivaI tiptoeing around your scheduIe.

Higgins, don't you think you ought to finish the fIoat before you start taking photos?

(Magnum Iaughs) Or is it finished?

HardIy. I'm doing a photo-essay deIineating each stage of its deveIopment.

Oh, weII, who's deveIoping this?

We are the AngIo-PoIynesian Savants of the Sea, Mr. Magnum.

It's a charity dedicated to the preservation of our oceans.

For one whose appreciation of the sea is Iimited to sushi bars and surf skiing,

- I can hardIy expect you to understand. - I understand, Higgins.

This is cIear as a beII. There's onIy one thing I don't understand.

What is it?

It is perfectIy obvious.

It is?

(Woman) Thanks.

How did you get through the gate?

It was open, Mr. Magnum. Hi, I'm Bridget Archer, your new cIient.

I beg your pardon. I am not Mr. Magnum. He is Mr. Magnum.

PeopIe aIways mix us up. Thomas Magnum, Miss Archer, what can I do for you?

A Iot, I hope. Lieutenant PooIe said maybe you couId heIp me.

Lieutenant PooIe? Where'd you meet her?

She was one of the peopIe who interrogated me.

- Interrogated you? - Right after the arrest.

- The Navy arrested you? - Have you had breakfast?

Are you kidding? I haven't eaten anything decent since CIeveIand.

- Except a moIdy bear cIaw. - I think I can do better than that.

Don't bet on it.

- And why not? - PhiIadeIphia wiII destroy the CavaIiers.

- Not this time. - You're kidding. They'II waIk aII over them.

I got a C-note it's gonna be PhiIIy by ten points.

You got a C-note? Let me see it.

Come on, T.C., that's a figure of speech. You know what I'm saying.

I know. What you're saying is you ain't got it.

- Hi, guys. - Hi, Thomas.

- What's the morning Iine? - Want to bet on the CavaIier-PhiIIy game?

You can forget the morning Iine. No one knows this yet,

but Wedman puIIed a hamstring, Robinson's got the fIu.

I hate to admit it, but the Sixers are going to cream them.

So, take PhiIIy by 20 points.

WeII, what do you expect? Cookie recipes?

What about the Pistons and the Bucks?

I think I'm in Iove.

Ten minutes to ten. I wondered how Iong it was gonna take you to faII in Iove today.

Boy...

It sure beats the view from my moteI.

AII I can see are the backs of those hoteIs in Waikiki.

- Miss Archer... - Bridget.

Bridget.

It's a IittIe bit Iike Iooking at a footbaII game from behind the bIeachers.

- Bridget. - What?

Why did the Navy arrest you?

They didn't. They just sort of intercepted the boat.

- What boat? - I rented a boat.

How the heII eIse couId I get to the Arizona? WaIk?

You couId aIways take the tour.

Look, I asked the Navy to heIp, see?

I taIked to everybody from the IocaI recruiter in CIeveIand to some generaI in HonoIuIu.

AdmiraI. In the Navy, they're admiraIs. More coffee?

Yeah. There's some uniform named WheeIer who's very hoity-toity.

Boy, aII he couId say was no.

He'd been in the Navy for six years.

AdmiraI WheeIer?

- My father. - Oh!

Seaman Second CIass, MiIes Archer.

Served on the Arizona when PearI Harbor was attacked.

I'm sorry.

No, no. He survived.

He passed away here, Iast month, in HonoIuIu. That's why I'm here. To bury him.

And since the Navy won't heIp, weII, I decided...

to bury him myseIf.

- Dad? - Dad.

Are you finished with these?

- Yeah, I'm not gonna eat anything eIse. - OK. Thanks.

So you just rented a boat and motored out to dump his ashes over the Arizona, right?

Yeah.

And I'm gonna do it, too. With your heIp.

(Magnum) Being a private investigator's pretty flexible.

But there are a few cardinal rules we always try and follow.

First, talk money right up front.

Second, if it doesn't feel right, don't do it, regardless of the money.

Now, with Bridget, l'd blown both rules.

We hadn't settled on a fee, and she was pretty weird.

But she had guts and a decent story, which makes up for a lot,

and brings me to a personal rule - never count on anything, especially rules.

We've got ruIes and reguIations. They exist for very good reasons.

Of course. But you gotta admit she's got a Iegitimate request.

Which has been processed and denied.

Sure, by some paper-cIipper foIIowing a book of reguIations.

It's signed by AdmiraI PhiIip WheeIer. Good enough?

- WheeIer? - Sorry, Magnum.

This materiaI's cIassified.

Lieutenant...

Lieutenant, Iet me ask you something.

Why did you send Bridget to me?

I mean, it's so...unofficiaI.

She was upset.

- I thought, if she had someone to taIk to... - See!

You do have a heart. I knew it!

WeII, of cour...

That's irreIevant! AbsoIuteIy irreIevant! What I did was just...

Very thoughtfuI. Very considerate.

It was what anyone eIse wouId have done.

Not necessariIy, Lieutenant.

I think what you did was...

I don't know. Nice.

She took advantage of you. That's the probIem, isn't it?

PeopIe are just not used to deaIing with nice peopIe Iike you.

It's not that. She's actuaIIy very nice.

Maybe so, but, Maggie, I think that Bridget was out of Iine.

I mean, she has got to understand about ruIes and reguIations,

the way things work.

Thanks for the time.

With any Iuck, I'II have her on the first pIane back to CIeveIand.

Magnum.

Look, I'd reaIIy hate for her to go home with this unresoIved.

Oh, Maggie, I don't want you to compromise.

MiIes Archer was court-martiaIed

in January 1942 for misappropriation of government property.

What?

The reason he was abIe to stand triaI was he was AWOL

from the Arizona on the morning of December 7th.

(Bridget) She's Iying. She's gotta be.

No, she's not.

She's just a good officer doing her job.

Making other peopIe's Iives miserabIe. What does she know about my father?

He's just some name on a form, he's a damn fiIe number.

Bridget...

how much do you know about your father?

I saw my dad maybe...four times out of my whoIe Iife.

(Sighs) There wasn't a thing he didn't know about being a saiIor

- but he was rusty on the father bit. - WeII, it's a tough job.

Yeah. My mother, she never gave him much of a chance.

I teII you one thing he wasn't, though. He wasn't a coward or a thief.

My oId man was a straight-shooter.

I'm gonna prove it. I'm gonna get him buried on the Arizona, just Iike he asked.

Bridget, that's not exactIy gonna be easy.

I can afford to stay in this dump a coupIe more days.

I'm gonna find peopIe that knew him. I'm going to find out the truth.

You don't have to sweat it. You're off the hook.

I'm not worried about that.

You want to settIe up? Right? OK.

OK, that's fine, you know. Here. I hate owing anybody.

I'II biII you.

OK. Thanks.

Bridget...

You couId bury him here.

- In a cemetery, on the isIand. - No! No! He was counting on me.

Not many peopIe in this worId are counting on Bridget Archer. I'm sticking with this!

There's another cardinal rule a good private investigator follows.

Don't try telling a client something she doesn't want to hear. lt never works.

Sometimes you've just gotta let people go.

lf they want to tilt at windmills, let 'em tilt.

l know what you're thinking, but she had no money, no friends,

and nothing but the name of her father's landlady.

l figured l'd just tag along and try and keep her out of trouble.

lf l could keep up, that is.

- Mrs. Timura? - Tamura.

Hi. I'm Bridget Archer.

MiIes's daughter.

Oh.

Yes.

You have the same eyes, same tiIt to the head,

same coIor hair.

Oh, you've known my father a Iong time.

He's been baId for years.

He was a boarder here for many years.

Then he must have taIked about his days in the Navy, huh?

Your father was a very private man.

Um, Mrs. Tamura, I've been trying to bury my father on the Arizona,

and the Navy keeps teIIing me he was a coward and a criminaI,

and I need to taIk to somebody who knew him then.

The past Iives in the past.

Maybe, but I have questions to ask about the past.

Miss Archer, your father was a decent man, aIways.

- You can be proud of him. - I am, that's why I'm trying to do this.

Mrs. Tamura, if I couId just taIk to you for a coupIe more seconds...

Hey, wait a minute! I gotta taIk to her! What...?

- CIimb in. I'II be right back. - Where are you going?

To ask Mrs. Tamura something, without you.

- He was my father, Magnum. - Look.

I am the private investigator so Iet me investigate. In private!

- But... - Bridget, you are aIways taIking!

It doesn't give anyone eIse a chance. Trust me.

Where have I heard that one before?

- Yes? - Mrs. Tamura.

I'm Thomas Magnum, a private investigator. May I come in for a minute?

I've said aII I can.

Mrs. Tamura, you said the past Iives in the past.

But for those without history, there is onIy the present. Isn't that true?

Yes, that is correct.

WeII, Bridget and her father didn't have much time together.

So in order to honor him and his memory, she's got to do it now, in the present.

Come in, pIease.

Sit down.

I knew MiIes Archer since before the war.

As friends at first, then...as much more.

We were Iovers for many years.

- You knew him during the court martiaI. - Yes, but he was innocent.

Others impIicated him to protect themseIves.

MiIes's onIy crime was not speaking the truth,

- or aIIowing me to do so. - What truth?

He discovered that two of his Navy shipmates were seIIing in the bIack market.

He threatened to report them, but before he couId do so,

an incident was created to make it appear that MiIes was invoIved.

- They set him up? - Yes.

The night it happened, December 6th,

I was sick with a terribIe fever.

MiIes came to me and wouId not Ieave.

He was with you the entire night?

He arrived at PearI Harbor the next morning

in time to see his ship go down.

(Sobs) He never got over that.

Mrs. Tamura, why didn't you testify at the court martiaI?

I am Japanese.

The officer who defended MiIes feIt it wouId be useIess for me to appear.

MiIes worried that I wouId be harmed if anyone knew of our reIationship.

MiIes...

Iived with this sadness for so Iong.

Is it necessary that his daughter now share it as weII?

It sure is.

Miles's story was like a hundred others l'd seen.

The closer you looked, the more you saw, and the more you wanted to know.

l asked Rick to do a little research on the black market in '41,

the kind of stuff you wouldn't find in history books or Navy records.

As for me, after a day with Bridget,

l just wanted a cold beer and some peace and quiet.

Magnum, there's nothing Iike the whine of a high-performance engine

to disrupt an absoIuteIy deIightfuI afternoon tea. How thoughtfuI of you.

- Gee, Higgins, I'm sorry. I just didn't reaIize. - You didn't think, as usuaI.

I suppose I shouId be gratefuI you didn't bring that...whatever-she-does back here.

She is a cocktaiI waitress and she's at her moteI freshening up.

- Of course. - Oh, how is the tea going?

Are you dipping scones and baking hot-cross buns?

The tea, save for your interruption, is smashing, absoIuteIy smashing.

That's exactIy what this car is, smashing.

- What a beauty! Expensive mistress, huh? - (Magnum chuckIes)

- Worth every penny, I'II bet. - She sure is. You know, in fact I think...

Yes, the Ferrari is one of Robin Masters' favorites, AdmiraI WheeIer.

(Woman) Jonathan! Oh, Jonathan, come quickIy!

Your buns are smoking!

Excuse me.

HeII, in a week and a haIf I'II be jumping out of this uniform

and I'm damn tempted to go and try one of these things on.

Don't you teII my wife that.

I'm Thomas Magnum, sir.

- Heard a Iot about you. - ProbabIy too much.

Hope it's aII favorabIe.

WeII, you know, as a matter of fact, I have a friend, her name's Bridget Archer,

and she just fIew out from CIeveIand.

You may know her. She checked with you about her father. MiIes.

He was a seaman on the Arizona.

- What business did you say you were in? - I didn't. I'm a private investigator.

I assume you know that MiIes Archer was court-martiaIed for unauthorized absence?

I think it's possibIe he didn't have an adequate defense, sir.

- He had perfectIy competent counseI. - This woman...

Archer was AWOL on the eve of PearI Harbor.

His shipmates were not. They've been dead for 40 years.

Now, in my book, that gives him no right to be buried with them.

Good day.

WheeIer was tough, Rick. I mean, reaIIy tough.

- The Navy's aII business. - They don't make mistakes.

Thanks, Deborah.

Yeah, I know. WheeIer reminded me.

But there's just more to it than this, Rick. There's gotta be.

I can just feeI it.

- Hi. - Hi.

- How'd you do in the game? - Hey, I scored big. Thank you!

Don't mention it. I was pIaying Iiar's dice with WiIkerson,

that's how I found out about those guys.

Thanks. You're about the smartest Iady I ever met.

Thanks yourseIf.

- So, what did you find out? - You want to taIk about this now?

Yeah, if it's about my dad, we'II taIk about it now.

OK. There's this guy in town, his name is Vic Stout.

About 40 years ago, his uncIe Duke ran aII the bIack market here in HonoIuIu.

At the time, Vic was just a runner. When Duke died, he took over everything.

Did you ever hear of Intra Pacific Imports?

IPI is a Iegitimate front, but Stout's in everything.

The word on the street is he's making megabucks heisting Iuxury cars

- and seIIing them to the mainIand. - I'd Iike to taIk to him.

- You don't wanna taIk to this guy. - I wanna taIk to this guy.

You don't mess around with a guy Iike Vic Stout,

especiaIIy not about something Iike this.

OK, back in '41 , a coupIe of honest coppers got iced.

The story is that Vic Stout made his bones on both of those hits. Listen, both of you.

There's no statute of Iimitations on murder. So just forget about this, pIease.

Rick, Stout has got to be a businessman. Maybe we can scratch each other's backs.

With what?

(Rick) This is a horribIe idea. In fact, it's worse than horribIe, it's a terribIe idea.

- You couId have stayed with Bridget. - You kidding?

She was so mad you didn't Iet her come, she wouId have torn me to pieces,

which is probabIy what wiII happen anyway.

ReIax. Nothing wiII go wrong.

Besides, we've been sitting here for eight hours! I got a cIub to run.

Hey, we got a nibbIe.

- We got company. - What?

Oh, no.

I spent haIf a day's budget cruising this town Iooking for you guys.

- How'd you find us? - Psychic.

- We're taking off. - Wait for me!

- Rick, he's getting away! - Do you want me to drive on the sidewaIk?

- It'd be tight, but you couId try. - HeII, why not?

Going fishing for Stout with a Ferrari as bait was a long shot,

a very expensive long shot.

But somehow l just knew it was gonna click. And it did.

A nibble, we hooked him,

and now all we had to do was let him run for a while.

Simple, clean, neat.

But that's what being a professional is all about, right?

Hey! Come on, we're gonna Iose him!

(T.C. chuckIes)

So, what's a $60,000 car between friends? They get Iost aII the time.

It wasn't Iost, T.C., it was stoIen.

Uh-huh!

Got a caII from Bridget just before we Ieft.

- She caIIed you? - Looking for you.

Said you was reaI mean.

Yeah, I kept saying no.

She don't seem Iike the type to take no for an answer.

You're right. She's not.

- There's nothing back there. - (Mimics T.C.'s Iaugh)

(T.C.) There's aIso 6,000 feet of nothing beneath us.

Look, I saw an Intra Pacific Imports truck, and it was coming or going somewhere.

Where?

Maybe right there.

- Let's go down and take a Iook. - The view's fine from here.

Come on, T.C., nothing can go wrong. Take it down.

''Come on, T.C., nothing can go wrong.''

I wish I had a doIIar for every time you said that. It wouId cover your gas biII!

Nobody's home. Let's go.

Don't bother. I know what you're going to say.

(T.C. whispers) Hey!

There are about 19 or 20 guys aII over 250 pounds, Iet's go in.

(Machinery whirring, driIIing)

(Whirring and driIIing grows Iouder)

(Loud driIIing)

(DriIIing)

(Loud cIattering)

(HystericaI Iaughter)

- What did I teII you? - Come on, we didn't even get a scratch.

(Ricochet)

The more l got involved in this case, the more l wondered why l was doing it.

But l guess it probably had a lot to do with the way l felt about the Navy,

and my own dad, with things like fair play and honor thrown in to confuse things.

Not that Bridget wasn't doing a terrific job of that already.

But at least l'd finally lost her. l hoped.

Yes?

- I'd Iike to see Mr. Stout. - Is he expecting you?

- Yes. - No.

- I'II take care of him. - Hi. Thomas Magnum.

Listen, I'd reaIIy Iike to chat with you, but I think I shouId see Mr. Stout

because I've got some reaI personaI snapshots for him.

Nice guy. ShouId have been a maître d'.

You obviousIy have me at a disadvantage, Mr...?

Magnum.

Just who and what are you?

I'm a private investigator.

And a photographer?

These don't prove a thing.

Maybe not, but I kind of think the poIice wiII be fascinated.

See, this pretty IittIe red one here? That's mine.

ActuaIIy, it's not mine, but it's more mine than yours. And...this truck?

That's yours.

I see your point. You'II have it back this afternoon.

- Now, if that's aII... - It's not.

There was a bIack market scam in HonoIuIu in 1941 .

Hundreds of them, probabIy.

WeII, this one invoIved a saiIor named MiIes Archer,

who was set up for a bust when he found out about one of your deaIs.

Doesn't ring any beIIs. Sorry.

OK. I guess I'II have to make some phone caIIs.

Uh, Magnum...

I'm starting to hear some jingIing.

Archer was a kid that was stuck between a rock and a hard pIace.

It was pureIy business.

And it was 40 years ago. What does it matter now?

Who set him up?

CoupIe of saiIors that went down on the Arizona.

What were their names?

What are you doing here?

- TeII him to Iet her go. - Let her go.

God!

What was I supposed to do? Wait out there and miss my chance to taIk to Mr. Big?

He was my father and the Navy's gonna know that he wasn't a crook.

And, yes, I foIIowed you. You know what, for a P. I., you're pretty easy.

And not very discreet.

- Look, she wiII not cause you any troubIe. - Oh, I'm sure. But this IittIe chat is over.

- Show them out. - Just a minute!

UntiI I get those negatives, the Ferrari wiII do niceIy as coIIateraI.

- I am not Ieaving here... - Say goodbye!

- Goodbye? - Thank you.

I don't want either of them opening up the past, do you understand?

I'II take care of it.

- What did he say? - He said nothing.

- Nothing? - Nothing!

Come on, what did he say?

Just wait, just wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Wait! I asked you to Iet me handIe this, didn't I?

I even said pIease, didn't I?

You want to handIe this? Then do it, by yourseIf!

I guess I reaIIy put my foot in it again, huh?

You sure as heII did!

If you hadn't come barging in, I might have got somewhere with this guy.

But you don't Iisten! You won't...

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, I shouIdn't have yeIIed at you. - Oh, no, I'm sorry, I deserved it.

I'm just aIways getting myseIf into troubIe.

Sometimes I think I'm cursed.

No, you're not.

You want to bet?

(Bridget) Doesn't that beIong to you?

Bridget might have had a point about the curse.

We were getting nowhere fast, and running out of leads even faster.

40 years could hide a lot of truth. And a lot of lies.

So those court-martial transcripts began to loom up as important.

So l left Bridget where l knew she couldn't escape, with Rick,

and headed for an understanding heart and a helping hand.

No, the answer is simpIy no.

Come on, Lieutenant.

It's just a bunch of boring IegaI stuff.

No one's even Iooked at it in 40 years. Except you.

I'm simpIy doing my job.

So, did you find anything interesting?

Magnum, I toId you, those transcripts are confidentiaI.

Oh, come on, Maggie. I remember a dozen times that Mac bent the ruIes a IittIe.

That's because Lieutenant MacReynoIds was different.

- Very different. - Yeah. Right.

I couId appeaI to his heart.

Yeah. And his stomach.

Oh, come on! That food stuff, that was just an excuse.

Listen, underneath that stomach was a heart as big as...that stomach.

He cared, Lieutenant.

I know he cared, but ruIes are ruIes and reguIations are reguIations.

I know that. You're right.

That's exactIy what I toId Bridget, that even though you're right,

you can't take advantage of peopIe because they've got a heart.

That is not fair.

Of course, Mac didn't care about fair when it came to doing the right thing.

The transcripts are on my desk.

You have 30 minutes, not one second Ionger. You teII anyone about this...

30 minutes was about a half-hour longer than l needed.

The court martial had been open-and-shut. Miles didn't say 20 words in his defense.

He evidently listened to the young lieutenant assigned to defend him,

a bright young officer who, in 1 942, was on the way up...

and now... had made it all the way to the top.

(MiIitary band pIays march)

Your request is absoIuteIy preposterous, Magnum.

AdmiraI WheeIer is a hero, a Iiving Iegend.

Some Iegend! He raiIroaded my father.

That is a highIy personaI evaIuation that,

given that the incident occurred before you were born, is totaIIy baseIess.

- How do you know what the truth is? - We don't, damn it!

That's why we want to meet him.

I wiII not use my personaI infIuence to arrange a meeting,

especiaIIy with the parade about to start.

- Higgins, you seem to be a reaI horse's... - Bridget, shut up.

Higgins, Iook, aII we want is five minutes.

That's not much to ask after 40 years.

Magnum, you were a navaI officer yourseIf.

Why pursue an obviousIy futiIe exercise with such determination?

ProbabIy because I was an officer.

I haven't forgotten what the word duty means.

Remember one thing. Nothing nobIe can ever come from tarnishing a hero.

WeII...what do you think?

- Think he'II taIk to WheeIer? - He'II do it.

(Band pIays miIitary marches)

- Five minutes, that's it. - That shouId be Iong enough, sir.

For an incident that happened more than 40 years ago.

A court martiaI is a Iot more than an incident.

Since it destroyed MiIes Archer's Iife, you owe his daughter some answers.

Now, wait... Just a mother-Iovin' second.

He doesn't owe me anything. He owes my dad.

Aiko Tamura.

Why didn't you caII her to testify? She wouId have come, I know it.

You've forgotten that 1942 was not a good year for the Japanese in Hawaii.

But wasn't it worth a try? Wasn't anything worth a try?

It wouId not have done any good.

We were so angered at the attack, so bent on avenging our dead,

that no court martiaI wouId have Iistened to the testimony of a Japanese sweetheart.

Maybe not then, but they wouId now!

Archer wasn't exactIy a hero, he was AWOL. He admitted it.

Because his girI was sick! It wasn't his fauIt the Japanese attacked that morning.

Whatever the reason, he was not at his duty station when his ship went down!

But he paid for that, sir, for the rest of his Iife.

And there were extenuating circumstances.

Most important of aII is he's not guiIty of the other charges. Aiko can testify to that.

- The man is dead. - AII he wants is to be buried with his ship.

Is that too much to ask for after 40 years of punishment,

most of which...he didn't even do?

You couId reopen the case, AdmiraI. Aiko couId testify.

- So couId you. - Do you know what you're asking?

It's not just dusting off books, Iooking at a court martiaI everyone's forgotten about.

Not everyone, AdmiraI.

Nothing is the same now.

No one wouId understand how peopIe feIt, why they did things, how they did them.

I have a reputation and name to think about. I have 45 good years in the Navy.

AII of that is a heII of a Iot more than my dad ever had.

AdmiraI, you're being honored today as a man of courage and integrity.

I guess you're the onIy one who knows for sure.

Bridget...

This was so stupid.

- No, it wasn't. - The heII it wasn't!

A barmaid from CIeveIand squaring off against the Navy...

Oh, God...that's a good one.

Drive me back to my moteI, Magnum.

I want to pick up Dad and go back home.

- Look, why don't we taIk... - Come on.

You go for Stout, I'II kick the big guy in the...

Right, and get us both kiIIed? Let's just see what he has to say.

I Iiked you, Magnum. I Iiked your moxie. Kind of Iiked hers, too.

But I thought we had an understanding.

- How come he keeps saying ''Iiked''? - WiII you shut up? For once?

That's good advice, but a IittIe Iate. You both taIk too much and to the wrong peopIe!

Yeah, weII, I was never much on keeping my mouth shut.

WeII, heIp!

You behave or she'II get mad at you too. Give me that!

- I toId you not to do that! - You're gonna compIain now?

- It worked, didn't it? - WeII, what if it didn't?

PIease! Don't we need a cop or an MP?

In the Navy we caII them SPs, Miss Archer. And I think we can heIp you find one.

As weII as I think we can heIp you soIve your other probIems.

There really are some stories with happy endings.

Of course, Higgins got the Ferrari back. And Bridget Archer, something else.

Something she could take back with her to Cleveland.

Pride in her father, and herself.

(Officer) Ready...

Aim...

Fire!

- Aim...fire! - (VoIIey)

- Aim...fire! - (VoIIey)

Present...arms!