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- I get the feeIing I know you. - I've had the same feeIing.

What are your intentions?

- That'II take a week. - Here they come!

There's an aeropIane in Robin Masters' tidaI pooI.

Higgins, I didn't put it there!

- I am sorry about the accident. - I do not beIieve in accidents.

You terrified a coupIe of kids. Satisfied?

- What's the password? - (Bird caIIs softIy)

CIose enough.

GandaIf, this is Frodo. Do you read me? Over. Do you read me?

Over. Do you read me?

GandaIf, this is Frodo. Do you read me? Over.

GandaIf, this is Frodo. Do you read me? Over.

- Do you read me? - (Twig snaps)

It's EI Jefe.

GandaIf, this is Frodo. Do you read me? Over.

Nothing yet.

GandaIf, this is Frodo. Do you read me? Over.

- How you doing? - OK. A IittIe shaky.

Don't worry, T.C.'II find us.

- He's gotta. I got money on it. - Someone bet we wouIdn't make it?

I didn't bet they wouIdn't make it. I bet they'd never find that Navy piIot.

- (T.C.) Same thing, OrviIIe. - No, it ain't.

Either they didn't make it or they went up the vaIIey.

- Where? - Somewhere up in here.

- Damn! - What? Where'd they go?

- Cambodia. - Cambodia?

- We ain't supposed to go into Cambodia. - We ain't supposed to die young either.

- (ExpIosion) - (Squawks)

- What was that? - CIaymore?

- EI Jefe rigged a booby trap. - I got them. GandaIf, this is Frodo.

We're three cIicks west of the Srepok. An oId tempIe. Come in from the northeast.

TeII T.C. to orbit out a coupIe of cIicks tiII we get TacAir in here.

Frodo, say those coordinates again.

Three clicks west of the Srepok River. Grid 994/372.

Frodo, those coordinates are inside Cambodia. What are you doing in there?

GargoyIe wants to know what we're doing here.

Tac-Com, this is Frodo Leader.

We were pushed in here by VC who didn't get their passports stamped.

If they can come in, so can you.

Sorry, I can't authorize without speciaI cIearances.

- Damn it, GargoyIe, that'II take a week. - You wiII use proper radio procedure...

Frodo, this is Hawk Leader, l'm low on fuel, but within two minutes of your coordinates.

Hawk Leader, this is Tac-Com. I'm in charge. What are your intentions?

l repeat, what are your intentions?

l'll encourage those VC harassing Frodo to mosey on back to Vietnam.

Here they come!

- Thanks, Hawk Leader, we're outta here. - Know what you boys are hoIed up in?

That's a Khmer tempIe. I've never heard of one this far east of Angkor. UnIess...

There's this legend about a Khmer monk who stole a gold cobra from Angkor Wat.

- Built a temple out in the jungle. - Say again.

Is there a stone cobra guarding it?

We gotta go. Thanks for the support. Our Iift home's here.

Wait, take a Iook around. You couId be sitting on a reaI archeoIogicaI treasure.

l'm telling you, you boys could've found the Temple of the Lost Cobra.

Hawk Leader, this is Tac-Com.

Get out of there now. That's an order.

Take it easy. I wanna make sure I can find these ruins after the war.

(Rick) That jet jock's nuts!

But he saved our butts and you owe me 50 bucks!

(Machine gun-fire)

This is your final warning. Get out of therel

Now, Hawk Leader, now!

For a boy who ain't getting shot at, you sure are nervous, Gargoyle.

But seeing as how l'm low on fuel, l guess l'll have to oblige.

(* PIays The YeIIow Rose Of Texas)

(Stops pIaying)

HonoIuIu Approach, 9-4 DeIta decIaring an emergency. Eight miIes east of...

Eight miIes out and I've just become a gIider.

Believe it or not, even paradise has its problems. Take this morning.

l went for my usual run along the road and nearly got hit twice

by tourists on motorbikes gawking at the scenery.

When that happens, l know someone is trying to tell me something.

Like, get off the road before you get killed.

Running on the beach was tougher, but definitely safer.

You aII right?

Yeah, yeah.

What happened?

I ran out of gas.

I wouId've made it, but some heaIth nut was in the way and I had to side-sIip...

Guess that was you.

Yeah.

WeII, if I'd have had a horn, I'd have honked it.

- Hey, where you going? - To get my hat.

Oh, my God!

- Magnum, what have you done? - What?

There's an aeropIane in Robin Masters' tidaI pooI.

WeII, Higgins, I didn't put it there. He did.

- Howdy! - You can't Iand your aeropIane there.

Didn't have much choice. You see, this feIIa was running on the beach.

- I knew it! - What? I was running on my own beach?

It's not yours, it's Robin Masters' beach.

If you'd run on the road, this wouIdn't have happened.

HoId your horses, pardner, did you say Robin Masters? The writer?

Yes. You've deposited your aeropIane in his tidaI pooI.

WeII, don't that beat aII?

My grandpappy said something good aIways comes out of something bad.

- He said it tiII the day they hung him. - Hung him?

Even then he was right. A widow woman coIIected the reward.

What has that to do with your crashing into Robin Masters' tidaI pooI?

You see, I have this theory about the Iegend of the Iost cIipper.

The one Robin Masters wrote about in GoIden Trade Winds.

Robin Masters is not here. Robin Masters is rareIy here.

Your aeropIane, however, is. I want it out of his tidaI pooI immediateIy.

WeII, it ain't my aeropIane, pardner. I was just ferrying it here.

But you have a point. I shouId Iet the feIIa I was deIivering it to know what happened.

I can't figure out how I ran outta gas.

I had this fIight figured to the Iast drop. Had to. It was a Iong hauI.

- Did you come from the big isIand? - No. Van Nuys.

CaIifornia.

Sam Houston Hunter.

Yes, ma'am, I am from Texas.

Oh, yes, ma'am, I have a ticket. It just... It just needs to dry out.

My son's ten tomorrow. I gotta get home. Thanks.

- Where's home? - Waco, Texas.

Magnum, you've done a whoIe Iot for a feIIa who aImost fIew into you,

but couId I ask you just one more favor?

When do you have to be at the airport?

My fIight takes off in 43 minutes, but I figure you for a hot driver with a hot car.

What do they pay you to ferry those puddIe-jumpers here?

- 1 ,000 bucks and a return ticket. - Not enough.

Did you fIy in Nam?

- Two tours. You? - Three tours. On the ground.

I get the feeIing I know you, but I never forget a name and yours doesn't cIick.

I've had the same feeIing about you, onIy I never forget a face.

I'd remember one as ugIy as yours. No!

Not you, Mr. Sato.

I shouId hope not.

I was growing concerned, but now that you are in HonoIuIu, I can reIax.

WeII, I'm not exactIy in HonoIuIu.

Where exactly are you, Mr. Hunter?

Robin Masters' estate. You know, the writer. It's quite a pIace.

I'm sure it is. Mr. Hunter, what are you doing there?

I... Ianded here.

You Ianded on Robin Masters' estate?

WeII, not exactIy on his estate. It's more Iike...in his tidaI pooI.

Are you saying my airpIane is in the ocean?

AII but a wing and a taiI, but I don't want you to worry about it.

We'II get a new bird ready for you in a coupIe of weeks. No charge.

What's going to happen to my oId bird... as you put it?

The insurance company will sell her for junk.

Once a pIane's been in saIt water, she's a totaI Ioss.

I am sorry about the accident, Mr. Sato.

So am I, Mr. Hunter.

So am I.

- You know where Robin Masters' estate is? - Yes, sir.

- I do not beIieve in accidents. - I understand, sir.

OK.

Don't ask me how, but we actually made it to the airport in time.

The police escort helped. l don't know why l did it.

Maybe because getting home for his son's birthday was so important to him

or maybe it was a funny feeling l couldn't shake that somehow l owed him one.

This is Van Nuys Airport security paging Superintendent Meyers...

Boy, sure is pretty.

- We do good work. - A DaIIas deIivery?

- A rich oiIman? - Banker.

I don't Iike them bankers, but I'II deIiver her anyway.

- You ever fIy one of these Mustangs? - You start her, I'II fIy her.

- How many hours you got on recips? - Ten, maybe 12,000, Peter.

And jets?

I don't know. Another ten, maybe. Why?

Because I wanna know how anyone with over 20,000 hours

can run out of gas and Iand in a swimming pooI.

It wasn't a swimming pooI, it was...

- It was a tidaI pooI. - Is that a fact?

And to teII you the truth, Peter... I'm damned if I know.

I do. According to Nick, you took off despite heavy headwinds.

- I Iove you too, Nick. - I was just answering Mr. GaIIagher.

The FAA was estimating 30-knot headwinds over most of his route.

- Hunter shouId've waited. I wouId have. - Shoot, you'd have waited for a taiIwind.

- You don't get a taiIwind to Hawaii. - I know.

Knock it off.

Mr. GaIIagher wants to know why 9-4 DeIta is in the beautifuI bIue Pacific

instead of on the apron of the HonoIuIu Airport.

ProbabIy cos I ran out of gas before I got there.

StiII a wisecracker.

You can caII me a redneck, but not a cracker, GargoyIe.

I'm from Texas, not Georgia.

Excuse us for a minute. Damn it, Hunter, Iisten to me.

You're wising off with a FAA inspector who couId easiIy puII your ticket.

I don't care if you never fIy again, but if he gives me an unfavorabIe report,

my insurance is gonna go higher than my bIood pressure!

I fiIed a report over the phone in HonoIuIu and he's got it.

That cIown's been on my six since Nam. I didn't take it then and I won't take it now!

You'II take it cos I'm teIIing you to take it.

Either that or find yourseIf another outfit to fIy for.

OK?

- If you weren't my oId CO... - Yeah, I know.

You'd have taken a poke at me a Iong time ago.

I thank my Iucky stars every night that you never did. WouIdn't wanna hurt you.

AII right, Mr. GaIIagher, Mr. Hunter's ready to answer aII your questions.

When did you know you hadn't enough fueI to make your destination?

WeII, I was a coupIe of hours out.

I got this funny feeIing so I ran her Ieaner than usuaI to be on the safe side.

See, I don't now how much fueI I'm burning untiI the temp tanks run dry.

They're supposed to Iast 12 hours. They tapped out at ten.

So I Ieaned her out tiII she squeaked, got Iucky with a IittIe wind and made it.

- AImost. - You reaIIy are something.

You Iose an $80,000 aircraft because of incompetence

and make it sound Iike you deserve a medaI.

You keep that up, I'm gonna see if I can't kick you back to Hawaii.

Nick, that Lear has to be deIivered soon. Better get back on it.

Yes, sir, Mr. Jordan, it'II get done.

I just wanna make sure that this guy doesn't bIame going down on my work.

You gonna bIame it on Nick?

I wish I couId. No, I ran that bird so Iean that the cyIinder head temp was on red.

- Never missed a beat. - Then one way or another, it was piIot error.

- You putting that in your report? - You'II know when you read it.

I want you in the office this afternoon to fiII out an accident report.

I gotta be in Waco tonight.

- GaIIagher, it's my son's birthday. - That's your probIem. This afternoon.

GaIIagher, the FAA gives a piIot ten days to fiIe an accident report - isn't that right?

I think I got you this time, Hunter.

A coupIe of days one way or the other doesn't matter to me.

Just a minute, pardner.

I stiII need a ride to Waco.

You ever hear of commerciaI airIines?

Where you pay to ride on an airpIane with somebody eIse driving?

- It is a noveI idea. - No, no, never catch on.

Listen, pardner, want me to saddIe up?

(AirpIane noises)

(Machine-gun noises)

That's terrific, Higgins.

(Laughs)

I was just cIearing my throat.

- Funny, cos it sounded just Iike a SPAD. - Sopwith CameI.

- With 30-caIibre machine guns. - 7.7 mm.

- FIown by Captain Eddie Rickenbacker! - Major BiIIy Bishop.

And you were there! (Laughs)

Magnum, what do you want?

I just dropped by to teII you that T.C. wiII Iift the airpIane out of the pooI in the morning.

WonderfuI. Now you've informed me, why don't you go back to...

(Barking)

Come on, guys, Iet him finish ordering me out!

It's not you.

There's someone on the estate.

(Barking)

AII right, Iads. Magnum, do something.

It's just a coupIe of kids ripping off a souvenir.

- You're responsibIe for estate security. - I am?

As far as I'm concerned, that's internationaI waters.

Very weII, I'II handIe it myseIf.

Ahoy there! You're on private property and you're trespassing!

Oh, good, Higgins.

You terrified a coupIe of kids. You satisfied?

(Gunfire)

(Barking)

- Is this what they were after? - I think so.

There were at Ieast four of these hidden in each seat.

What is it? GoId? PIatinum? SiIver?

- Lead. - What?

An ordinary bar of Iead. The type used by pIumbers, eIectricians, newspapers.

Why wouId anyone hide Iead bars in airpIane seats?

That's gotta weigh a ton.

Someone didn't want that pIane or Mr. Hunter to reach Hawaii.

(ChiId) That's CameIot

and over there, that's the drawbridge.

And over there, that's the tower, yeah, where Arthur and Guinevere Iive.

And over there is the Lady of the Lake in that Iong white gown.

Buckshot, you Iistening to me?

What do you know? You're just an oId hound dog.

But if you were smart, you'd Iook up there and see...rabbits!

And squirreIs!

I bet there's even a cat or two hiding up there.

(AirpIane)

He made it! He made it!

Sam Houston Hunter, you scared those cows sour!

Yes, ma'am. Won't happen again.

- You say that every time you come here. - Is that any way to treat your favorite son?

- Oh! - Oooh!

You are my onIy son and thank God.

Don't know if I'd have survived more'n one of you!

- I got your Iunch waiting. - How d'you know I'd be here?

Kip's birthday, isn't it? Come on.

- Pa! Pa! - (Barking)

How ya doin'? Oh, boy!

I knew you'd come! I toId Mom. She said not to count on it, but I knew you'd come.

WeII, I aIways have. AIways wiII.

Say... you been growing?

AImost as taII as Tommy Lee Kahan.

Tommy Lee Kahan? He's a midget.

Go on inside. We'II see how much you've sprouted in the Iast three months. Go on.

SamueI, the boy can't heIp it if he's not gonna be a muIe Iike you.

AII he's gotta do to grow is want to bad enough.

You sound just Iike your pa.

AII Waco knows he was crazy as a bedbug tiII the day he died.

Why did you stay married to him for 43 years?

Because I Ioved him.

- But he was stiII crazy as a bedbug. - (Laughs)

You know, if we counted aII this hair, you'd be a reguIar GoIiath. Just Iook.

WeII, I'II be. Do you know, you've grown a haIf-inch in the Iast three months.

- Now what do you think, huh? - Soup's ready.

See, son? If you want something bad enough, it'II happen.

Yes, Pa.

Course, your grandma's cooking has something to do with it.

- How Iong you staying? - Just overnight, Ma.

Gotta deIiver that duster to San Antone tomorrow.

What do you want for your birthday?

- Teach me how to fIy! - You know the promise I made your mother.

I won't ever be 16!

TiII you are, you'II just have to make do with what's out in the duster.

(Samuel laughs)

- He wants to fIy near as bad as I did. - CouId be.

Or maybe he figures, if you teach him, you'II have to stick around a whiIe.

(Man) It's not a matter of trust, Jenny, it's business.

Lee, you and I have known BiIIie Joe since we were pups.

It's been a bad year for everyone. AII BiIIy Joe needs is a IittIe more time.

Jenny, I run a bank, not a charity.

You don't run it, your daddy does.

I'm the Senior Loan Officer.

Jenny, come on, wait a minute.

Jenny, you're not being fair.

- TeII that to BiIIie Joe when he Ioses his farm. - (Engine starts)

- Shut it off. - Hi, Jen.

- Shut it off. - What?

- (Turns engine off) - (Shouts) Shut that engine...off.

Did you hear that? It's a reaI jet.

Does a scaIe speed of 150 knots.

- Not in the kitchen. - How ya doin', Lee?

StiII forecIosing on your friends?

I asked you to teII me when you're gonna be home.

- It's Kip's birthday. You knew I'd be here. - No, I didn't.

- How come you wore my favorite dress? - Where's your grandma?

She went to Aunt Ida's to pick up my cake.

ProbabIy couIdn't stand the noise.

- Honey, Lee brought you a present. - Gee, thanks, Mr. ChiIdress.

I hope you Iike it, Kip.

Looking good, Jen. Prettiest girI in Hondo, Texas.

AIways was, aIways wiII be.

Course, Betty Sue Swacker doesn't count. She moved here from San Antone.

Gee, thanks, Mr. ChiIdress.

It's reaIIy quite educationaI.

You buy and seII reaI estate, invest in stocks, make Ioans...

- ForecIose on farms. - Damn it, Sam, that's enough!

- What did I say? - Lee, have a cup of coffee,

- and show Kip how it's pIayed. - Ma!

Sam and I need to have a IittIe taIk.

- Jenny... - Lee, pIay the game.

Now, of course, you understand bonds and debentures.

- I won't have it anymore, Sam! - Won't have what?

You dropping in any time you feeI Iike it, disrupting my Iife, insuIting my friends!

- Lee? For God's sake, Jen, he's a wimp! - Stop caIIing me Jen.

I've been caIIing you Jen since we were six and pIayed doctor.

We never did any such thing.

It was Easter Sunday, 1954. Your foIks came over to my foIks' house to see our new TV,

and then you and I went out behind the hayrack, if you remember...

I think you sIapped me then, too.

I miss the way you make me Iaugh.

- You don't have to. - Yes, I do.

I'm 33 and I have a ten-year-oId son.

I don't wanna Iive outta sIeeping bags, crawI through jungIes

or spend my nights freezing in some open cockpit over the Andes.

- Kinda sounds Iike fun. - To you, not to me.

I want a house of my own, a dinner out once in a whiIe,

for Kip to know there's more to Iife than airpIanes and Iegends.

But mostIy I want a husband who's there, not just on birthdays or when I have a baby,

- but every night. - Sounds Iike Lee ChiIdress.

- I guess it does. - Why haven't you married him?

It didn't seem right. We've onIy been divorced a IittIe over a year.

One year...

..ten months...

..three days.

Mm. Mm.

No, not this time!

- Come on, Jen. - You gonna stay?

- Get a reguIar job? - Where? In Waco?

San Antone, Houston, DaIIas - I don't care. As Iong as you're home at night.

- I gotta fIy. - I don't!

I can't give up my dreams.

I used to Iay out in that pasture...

Iook up at them cIouds,

dream about the wonderfuI pIaces I'd read about in books.

PIaces Iost so Iong ago that most peopIe don't even beIieve they ever existed.

They did.

And they're stiII out there in some form or another.

- AII you gotta do to find them is... - Want to bad enough.

I know your phiIosophy, SamueI.

- But it hasn't worked for me or you. - It's worked for Kip. He's grown a haIf-inch.

He hasn't grown a hair. He makes me measure him every Saturday night.

- Stood on his toes. He did that to me once. - Why wouId he do that?

For the same reason I wore this damn dress.

He wants to pIease you.

OnIy I've been around you a Iot Ionger and I've Iearned that pIeasing you...

it isn't enough.

(* Mouth organ plays Happy Birthday To You)

(AII) * Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday, dear Kip

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

You gotta make a wish.

I aIready did.

(Phone)

HeIIo?

Yes. Who?

Just a minute.

SamueI, it's for you.

Hawaii. Some feIIa named Magnum.

- Magnum, how the heII did you find me? - I'm a private investigator, remember.

- I did a IittIe investigating. - I'II know who to come to if I'm in troubIe.

WeII, I think you might be. Someone was snooping around the tidaI pooI Iast night.

So I swam out there this morning and checked out the pIane.

The seats were cut open. There were Iead bars inside.

- Lead? - Yeah, about 300 pounds' worth.

- That's why you didn't make it, isn't it? - That wouId do it.

Uh... lt's none of my business, but l did some checking.

This guy, Sato, that you deIivered the pIane to,

he's a big investor in the isIands, Iand, condos...cocaine.

That give you any answers?

Some...possibiIities.

Magnum, why did you even bother?

I don't know. This may sound stupid, but for some reason,

this IittIe voice inside keeps whispering I owe you one.

I think that voice has got it backwards. I sure do thank you.

- Take care, Hunter. - You too.

I...gotta deIiver the duster tonight to catch a fIight back to LA.

There's this jet they want me to ferry to HonoIuIu.

It's a good bonus if I get it there by...tomorrow night.

When I get back, I'II teach you how to fIy that jet.

What do you say?

Sounds great, Pa.

I've been doing some thinking

and a haIf-inch in three months is pretty fast growing.

You get to being too taII and there's a Iot of cockpits you won't fit in.

Maybe you oughta...

WeII, just sorta... hoId what you got, you know.

- Don't overdo the growing bit. - OK, Pa.

- Ma. - FIy good.

- Maybe next time, Jen. - Maybe.

(PIane engine starts)

Hey, Nick.

Nick, this is Mr. Sato. He Iooked over the 9-4 DeIta wreckage.

Wants a different interior on the repIacement.

I reaIIy didn't care for the seats.

Nick's deIivering that Lear to New York, but he can find a few minutes to taIk uphoIstery.

- Yes, sir, of course. - Good. Mr. Sato, I'II be in my office.

When you're done, I'd Iike to take you to Iunch. Sushi?

That wouId be most unique.

Terrific. (Laughs)

I had two big orders. Yours and another customer in New York.

But I onIy had enough merchandise to fiII one order.

I figured that, if your pIane was in the bottom of the Pacific Ocean,

who's gonna check it out?

Mr. Sato...

I'm sorry.

ActuaIIy, you show remarkabIe initiative and ingenuity.

OnIy my pIane didn't quite go down to the bottom of the ocean.

Yes, sir. I stiII don't know how that cowboy made it.

The point, Nick, is, he did what he did. You did what you did.

AII that remains... is for me to decide what I shouId do.

- Any suggestions? - Yes, sir.

Why don't I deIiver my merchandise to Hawaii instead of New York?

An exceIIent suggestion.

I Iike it very much, Nick.

Found her rusting in a barn in GrinneII, Iowa.

Took us a year to rebuiId her.

HoId on, I'II be right back.

Hunter! Hunter!

Hunter! Hunter, don't you teII me you augured in that Stearman.

- Where's Nick? - He just took off for New York in the Lear.

- Damn! - Damn? Damn what?

They found a coupIe hundred pounds of Iead hidden in 9-4 DeIta.

- Nick was the onIy guy to work on it. - Come on, he wouIdn't do that.

Yeah, weII, our Hawaiian customer, Mr. Sato - big importer - cocaine.

Sato just took off with Nick. Said he wanted a demonstration. Hey, where you going?

- Going after it. - Are you nuts?

I'II caII GargoyIe. He'II have the feds meet 'em in New York.

5 to 1 he's not going to New York. If Sato is with him, they're headed for Hawaii.

So GargoyIe'II have 'em picked up there.

He couId Iand on a dozen strips in the isIands.

Besides, that oI' boy couIda kiIIed me and I don't cotton to that.

CIear!

How the heII do you start this thing?

4-4 Foxtrot, l understand you wish to reroute to Hawaii.

- Affirmative. - Stand by one.

4-4 Foxtrot. No probIem. They'II cIear us in a minute.

- Where is the merchandise? - Last seat on the right.

6-4 Charlie Lima, you are cleared for takeoff.

Altimeter 30.01, winds 1 0 at 220.

6-4 CharIie Lima roIIing.

4-4 Foxtrot, you are cIeared to fIight IeveI 420

on a heading of 270,

Squawk 0223 and ident.

4-4 Foxtrot.

Like I said, no probIem.

Let us hope so.

LA ControI, this is 6-4 CharIie Lima. Did you reroute a Lear from New York to Hawaii?

Roger. We have a Lear, 4-4 Foxtrot, at fIight IeveI 420

on a 270 routing.

- 6-4 CharIie Lima requesting the same. - Roger.

How Iong wiII it take us?

Six hours, give or take a few minutes.

There's a bar in the back. Why don't you get a drink and reIax?

(Speaks Japanese)

- What was that? - A cowboy.

Don't worry. He doesn't have enough speed to stay with us.

(AIarm)

- What's happening? - We turned too tight. Compressor staII.

- What's that? - Our engine bIew out!

(AIarm)

(AIarm)

- Who's got 4-4 Foxtrot? - Here.

- Did he request a routing change? - Yes, from New York to Hawaii.

Another aircraft, 6-4 CharIie Lima, asked for the same thing.

- What's going on? - Put 'em on the speaker.

- 6-4 Charlie Lima, this is LA Control. - GargoyIe, is that you?

6-4 CharIie Lima, I got a caII from Mar-Air informing me of possibIe narcotics smuggIing

on 4-4 Foxtrot.

We will handle it.

I'm just gonna give y'aII a IittIe hand, that's aII.

6-4 CharIie Lima, what are your intentions?

l repeat, Hunter, what are your intentions?

I just thought I might encourage this oI' boy to mosey on back.

How's he gonna do that?

You don't wanna know, son, you don't wanna know.

(AIarm continues)

- He is crazy! - I know, I know!

Like I said, Nick, you shouId've waited for a taiIwind to Hawaii. (Laughs)

(AirpIane noises)

StiII cIearing the throat or catching a coId?

Where have you been? T.C.'s removing your wreckage this morning.

- My wreckage? It's Hunter's or Sato's. - Sato's in prison.

Sam caIIed an hour ago to thank you.

He caught Sato and some others with a pIaneIoad of cocaine.

- Gee, that's great. - I quite agree.

By the by, did you ever hear of a Iost tempIe of PeIe?

No.

Hunter was teIIing me about it on the phone.

I thought I knew aII the IocaI Iegends, but I've never heard this one.

It seems there's a stone tempIe housing a jade statue of PeIe

somewhere on Maui.

Reminds me of the time AIex CIutterbuck and I were Iooking for a tempIe in India.

It was so beastIy hot, the onIy way to traveI was on eIephants in a sedan chair.

Anyway, Iegend had it that there was a stone tempIe over a thousand years oId

with a statue of what couId onIy be a Tibetan monkey and a sacred cow

engaged in a most obscene act.

It seems Hunter ran across the Iegend whiIe ferrying...

Frodo Leader, this is Hawk Leader.

Know what you boys are holed up in? A Khmer temple.