All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s05e04 The Legacy Of Garwood Huddle.eng

We got 48 hours,
then they're gonna kill little Garwood.

What are you doing?
You should give yourself up.

Not until I have
my grandson back.

Higgins, you're harboring
and abetting an escaped bank robber. Why?

I did not bust
Garwood out of jail.

You're gonna have to help me
if you want me to find your son.

Get out of here
before I call the police.

And you wonder
why people shoot at you.

And now
for the news of the week for July 23rd, 1944.

Garwood Huddle,
the notorious unarmed bandit,

has now spread his infamy
over two countries

by robbing
the Banco Internacional in Mexico City

of over $90,000.

Huddle is now believed
to be back in the Midwest,

and the public is warned
that despite their no-guns reputation,

these men are
desperate criminals

and should be considered
extremely dangerous.

Higgins.

Huddle and gang members
Arnold Slick Simms and Mortie Anderson

were able to convince
bank employees

that the toy guns
they carried were real,

the same incredible
method of operation

that has led
the Huddle gang through 47 successful robberies

in the United States.

This was the last time anyone
had seen Garwood Huddle

just prior to his escape
last year from the police station at Joliet, Illinois...

Higgins, why are we
watching this?

Yes, he had tricked
the guard into thinking

the pistol he had
with him was real.

That's very interesting,
Higgins, but I have got to go.

No, please wait.

Last evening's news.
I recorded it on the same tape.

I saw last evening's news.

Please watch
just for another moment.

Turning to
the local headlines,

Garwood Huddle, the infamous
unarmed bandit of the '40s,

has escaped from
Oahu Minimum Security Prison this evening.

Higgins, why are we
watching this?

Why? I have got
a game to play.

I'll explain in a moment.

...was due for parole hearings
in just three months.

The infamous Huddle
was serving a 10-year sentence

for the robbery
of Island Mutual Savings

in July of 1979.

Police ask that anyone
with knowledge of Garwood Huddle's whereabouts...

Are we through?
Okay, so what?

So some relic
from a Jimmy Cagney movie escapes from the big house.

Big deal.
Magnum...

And you want me
to track him down

so that we can
prevent him from robbing all the drugstores in Oahu

of their denture cream
before public panic sets in.

Magnum...
Well, Higgins, forget about it.

I have got a ballgame.
A playoff game.

And whatever game it is
you wanna play with Garnett Huddle,

you can do it tonight
after the game. Magnum...

Sorry, friend,
I don't have that kind of time.

Now, why don't you just
sit down, calm yourself. Let's palaver a little.

I did try
to tell you, Magnum.

Name's Garwood, not Garnett.

Don't need no denture cream.
Still got my own.

Great. What's going on here?

If you had allowed me
to explain the situation as I intended,

without your typically
sophomoric display of alleged wit,

you wouldn't be asking
that question.

Suffice it to say,
we need your help.

"We"? "We"?
As in you and Garwood?

Correct.
Higgins, you're harboring and abetting

an escaped bank robber.
Why?

Well, you see, son, el Higgo
and me go back quite a way.

All the way back to Mexico.

He robbed that bank with you?

Oh, not exactly.
El Higgo set it up for me, though.

Would you like to have
some of this?

No.

This had better be good,
el Higgo.

Quite.

The incident Garwood
is referring to

took place during
my years with Ml6.

1944, to be exact.

The Third Reich had
managed to place some top-secret documents

in a Mexican bank
for safekeeping,

documents vital to
the success of some very crucial Ml6 activities.

Well, sending our own agents
in to get them

was diplomatically
risky business at best and...

Higgins, get to the point.

He's right, boy.
You always could talk the ears off a jackrabbit.

Now, let's get with it.

Quite. As I was saying,

my assignment was to hire
a notorious criminal,

a man who would simply
appear to be robbing just another bank.

Garwood.
The boy's quick.

His mission, of course,
was to bring out the Nazi documents.

Garwood later returned all
of the money and refused to accept any remuneration.

His contribution
to the war effort.

So 40 years later you say
thank you by busting him out of jail?

I did not bust
Garwood out of jail.

He managed that feat,
as he has done so many times in the past,

all by himself.

Then why?
Why do you need my help?

And in a related story,
Garwood Huddle the Third,

the 2-year-old grandson
of the famous bank robber,

was kidnapped
from his Kaimuki home yesterday morning.

The police have had
no leads as yet,

and there has been
no ransom note.

This tape, taken earlier
today, shows the mother, Frannie Huddle,

being comforted
by her fiancé, Walter Brewster.

Both refused comment.
Turning to the weather...

So, could you give us a hand?

Well, how?
I mean, you heard it.

The police have no leads,
no ransom note.

That's because I've got
the ransom note.

I got all the leads.

We got 48 hours,
then they're gonna kill little Garwood.

I'd certainly be much obliged
if you could help us.

Funny thing
about truth and illusion.

If you hear a story enough
times, you begin to believe it's true.

Garwood Huddle was
living proof of that.

He actually saw himself
as a modern-day Robin Hood,

a good guy who'd stashed away
a legacy for his grandson.

He hadn't counted on
someone trying to take that legacy away.

Whoever had kidnapped
the little boy was willing to give him back,

just as soon as we came up
with the money Garwood had buried.

All we had to do
was go to a vacant lot where he'd buried it

and spend a couple of hours
digging it up.

Sure, it was breaking
a few laws,

but when it comes to
a 2-year-old kid

who hasn't
yet had a chance to swing a bat,

what would you do?

Slow down.
It's right over there on the right.

I don't see
any vacant lot. All I see is a...

A massage parlor?

Yeah, I was kind of surprised
to see it myself when I was here last night.

You were here
last night?

Sure. Scouting the place.

The money is buried under
the floor of the last room to the right.

Well, that's great.
How are we gonna get at it?

There's laws against breaking
and entering, you know.

Just ask for Mavis.

You're sure all you want
is a massage?

Yep.

A real massage?

Uh-huh. Just a massage.

Well, okay.
It's your nickel.

What are you doing?

Air. I like air.

Hey, what's going on here?

That'll be extra, guys.

Don't you worry, little honey.
We're not gonna harm you.

That's what they all say.

Well, we gotta
get started now before our time's up.

Just about there.
Just about there. Yep. Right there.

You sure
this is the right spot?

You don't forget 200,000
big ones, buddy.

Which bank was that?

Island Mutual.
Serves them right.

They were foreclosing
on a bunch of banana farmers.

Just small farms up there
on the north coast, you know.

And that original haul, son,
that was close to half-a-million dollars.

I just spread a little
of that money around to the farmers.

Helped them hang
onto their property a little longer.

Then I kept the gravy.

You know,
bank-robbing's illegal, Gar...

I mean, lots of other
people had their money in there, too.

Insured.

That's not the point.

Besides, aren't you
getting a little old to be playing Robin Hood?

Been doing it
all my life.

Ever since that guy
came from a bank in Odessa, Texas,

says to my daddy,
"Don't you worry, Mr. Huddle.

"Don't you worry
about them late payments. Why, the bank understands."

And then, a week later,

another guy comes
from the bank,

he takes my daddy's
property away.

I've been paying
them back ever since.

Listen. Well, by crackers,
we hit it.

There we go.

Holy... Come on.
Come on.

There's something down there.

Hey, there it is.
This is it.

I knew this money could be
put to good use.

It's gonna free my grandson.

No one knew
about the money.

Well,
somebody must have.

I mean, $200,000 doesn't
just get out of a strongbox

buried under
a massage parlor and walk away.

Somebody took it.

Hardly an astute observation,
Magnum, but a correct one, nevertheless.

Who would have known
the money's location?

Are you both deaf?
I keep telling you,

nobody knows where that loot
was stashed except me.

And the guys who took it.
What about your ex-partners?

They were arrested before me.

Yeah, but Mortie and Slick
served shorter sentences.

You could've
told them in prison. Now, maybe you forgot.

Maybe. Except they were
in different prisons.

Oh. Well, what about
your lawyer?

Harry? Now, you leave
Harry Clayborn out of this.

Poor Harry's got enough
problems, like having me for a client.

Lost all 12 cases.
Harry wouldn't steal from me.

But you could have told him.

But I didn't.

I tell you, guys,
there's nobody left.

Well, what about your son?

I remember you were telling me
about your son.

Higgo, my son's dead.

I never saw
too much of him

and maybe that's why
we didn't get along so good.

Garwood Jr. Had his own
construction company.

Then about two years ago,
why, he got killed on a construction site.

Explosives accident.

Weren't nothing left of him
but his boots.

I'm sorry.

Look, Garwood, even though
your partners and Harry didn't know where the money was,

they obviously knew
it existed,

so that doesn't rule them out
as kidnapping suspects.

You have a point, Magnum.

Yeah, so what I think
we gotta do is track them down.

And then we'll find
your grandson.

My partners and Harry
ain't crooks.

Well, they're bank robbers.

That's different.

Gentlemen. Garwood,
Magnum, please.

We're wasting precious time.

Magnum is right.
The only thing we have to go on at the moment is

Mortie, Slick and Harry's
knowledge of the hidden money.

And as much as it may pain you
that one of them might have committed this heinous act,

it has to be considered
and investigated.

And perhaps one of them
was bitter and jealous over your notoriety.

It could have been
any number of things.

It reminds me very much
of a time in Salzburg back in...

Okay, okay, Higgo.
We'll check them out. We'll check them all out.

No. Not we, me.

Me. I will check them out.

We're talking about
my grandson.

We're talking
about the possibility of you getting arrested,

or rearrested,

andlor me getting arrested
with you.

Now, Higgins, if I'm gonna
commit half-a-dozen felonies

trying to get this man's
grandson back,

we're gonna do it my way.
He stays here.

Understood?

Understood.

Well, you better
get cracking, Magnum. You have less than 27 hours.

I left Garwood
at the estate with Higgins.

I knew that as long
as they were reliving tales from the past,

they wouldn't stop
to think about the very frightening possibility

we were facing
in the present.

There was every likelihood
the kidnappers wouldn't return the little boy,

even if we did
come up with the money.

I had to do everything
I could to find him before our time ran out,

so I started where
any good private investigator would start.

The scene of the crime.

Maybe Frannie Huddle
and her fiancé, Walt, could tell me something

they hadn't told the police.

Yeah, what can I do for you?
Walt Brewster?

Oh, yeah, you're the guy
Ed sent over, huh? Come on in.

Uh, no, I'm Thomas Magnum.

Yeah, right, you look
like a Tom. Let me show you what we got here.

This is your basic
starter kit.

You got your cosmetics,
a few household products.

This stuff sells itself.
There you go. Good luck.

Wait a minute.
No, look, I don't have time to go into details with you.

Look, we've had
a few problems around here, okay?

Ed will explain
everything to you.

Ed did not send me.

Garwood did.

Frannie! Frannie!

Frannie, meet Tom.

Oh, Walt, please not...
Garwood sent him.

You know where
he's hiding out?

No, he called.

Yeah, well, we've had
cops here around the clock since he busted out.

One of them just left a little
while ago to check out some leads or something.

Said he'd be back.

Look, what can you tell me
about the kidnapping?

Did you see anybody?

Yesterday afternoon
I was washing dishes.

Little Garwood was playing
on the kitchen floor.

I turned around and...

And he was gone.

Now, you get a message
to Garwood.

I know he's out there
trying to help, but he isn't.

Half of the police force
is out there looking for him instead of my baby.

You tell him that.
Tell him to give himself up.

A Huddle
never gives up.

Garwood?

Garwood...
Uh-oh, we got trouble.

I told you he'd be back.

What are you doing?
You should give yourself up.

No way, Frannie.

Not on your sweet life.

Not until I have
my grandson back.

Well, hey, look, look.
Just slip out the back way and take this junk with you

in case he sees you.
Come on.

We're not going anywhere
until she tells us everything she knows.

She already has.
Come on.

He's coming up the path.

Garwood.

We're gonna find him,
Frannie, I promise.

Get out of here, Garwood,
right now.

Get out. I mean it.
Right now.

Oh, Sergeant.
Come on in.

I'm afraid none of your leads
panned out, Mr. Brewster.

I thought we had
an understanding.

I lied.

Garwood, you are getting
in my way.

Well, I am afraid that's just
the way it's gonna have to be.

I'm not gonna sit around
and watch the clock tick down on my grandson.

Well, you could of got us
both arrested.

Then who would've found
your little grandson?

We ain't arrested.
We're riding around

in this fancy, red,
Italian racecar of yours.

Real inconspicuous.

El Higgo told me you were
very good, but I'm beginning to wonder, buddy.

He said that?

Well, yeah, I am good.
I'm very good.

What exactly did he say?

What's your next move?

Well, I'm gonna take
you back to el Higgo.

Then what?

Then I'm gonna see
your lawyer, Harry.

Then what?
Then I'll let you know!

Hell, man,
I can't wait!

Well, neither can I!

Our time's running out.
You can't do everything yourself, you know.

I got that covered.

How?

What'll you have?

Roast beef
and gefilte fish on white,

mustard, light on
the ketchup.

Dill and a toothpick?

No, Ice Pick.

When you've worked
as many years as I have, it's hard to retire.

That's why I keep a hand
in this new identity business.

Ice Pick, if you can just help
me with these two guys.

I never ask my customers
their real names.

I just change them.

Arnold Simms
and Mortie Anderson?

Slick? Yeah, him I remember.

Yeah, impatient.

He busted parole
the day he got out.

I told him, "Listen, Slick,
you're crazy to stay on this island."

But he thought he knew more
than old Ice Pick.

So you gave him
a new name?

Yeah, that's right. Yeah.

Oh, here it is.
William Daniels. Yeah.

New driver's license,
social security number,

birth certificate,
credit cards.

I even gave him
a high-school diploma.

Mortie Anderson?
No, I never fixed him up.

William Daniels.

Thanks, Ice Pick.

Still want that roast beef
and gefilte fish sandwich?

I don't have time. Thanks.

Good. 'Cause I don't have
the heart to fix it.

I know what you're thinking.

I'd been bending
a lot of rules lately.

The kind of bending
that they not only pull your license for,

they pull you.

But when you figure
that in the last twelve hours

I had aided and abetted
an escaped convict,

held someone
against their will

and destroyed
private property,

what's a little breaking
and entering with some petty theft on the side?

Probably 5 to 15.

But at least it was
for a damned good cause.

Can I help you?

All right, who are you
and how'd you get in here?

Harry Clayborn and Son?

Forget about the son.

He decided to become an actor.

Five years of
law-school tuition,

and all I bought was
a generic Gielgud.

How much you still owe
on his education?

All right, cut it.

Magnum, this is not
a good place for you to be.

Cops are in and out of here
at all hours ever since Garwood escaped.

Fortunately, a ritzy estate
is not on their list of places they'd expect him to show up.

How'd you know who I was?

Garwood called me.

Said as long as you wouldn't
let him come personally, it was the least he could do.

By the way,
who is el Higgo?

Never mind that, Harry.

I want to know where
to find Slick Simms andlor Mortie Anderson.

So does everybody.

Those guys haven't been
on this island in four years.

Yeah, well,
we have till 2:00

tomorrow afternoon to either
find his grandson's kidnappers

or the money
they want or both.

Now, since you know where
the two prime suspects are

and you won't tell me,

I have got to presume
that you're involved.

Presume what you want.
I don't care.

I don't know.

Look, do you mind?

This is a record
of your telephone calls.

Yeah, I know that.

Yeah, well, I found it
in your files.

You know, as recently
as two weeks ago some guy named Slick called you.

How many people you know
named Slick?

Several. They all call me.

I know a car dealer
named Slick and a judge,

a lady I date occasionally.

Face it, it's a very
common name, Slick.

Well, be that
as it may, Harry,

you really should
lock up your files.

I found your insurance
claimant cases just fascinating.

They're very slick,
speaking of slick.

You know, as a matter of fact,
even if you're not involved in the kidnapping,

there's enough in here
to get you disbarred.

Maybe even get you a suite
next to Garwood's when he goes to jail.

Slick Simms
and Mortie Anderson.

All right, all right.

I really don't know
anything about Slick.

But Mortie's last address
is 1414 Aloona,

number 246.

How old's this address?

Eleven months.

Eleven months.

And you haven't
talked to him at all since then?

No, I have not. I swear.

Very funny.
Very funny.

Nice move, Magnum.
It's gonna cost me a fortune to replace that.

Don't bother. I don't think
they let you practice law in prison.

Oh, if you're talking
about those fascinating insurance files,

they accidentally got burned
while you were gone.

I always wanted
a fireplace in here.

I'm talking about
attempted murder, Harry.

I'd be careful who I was
slinging accusations at, pal.

You shot at me
in the cemetery.

What do you take me for,
some kind of a weirdo

who goes around
shooting up his best friend's grave?

Look, no one else knew
where I was going.

You're the gumshoe.
Figure it out. You were tailed.

All I wanted to do was
get rid of you long enough

to clean up my files.

All right.

Just for a second,
let's say I believe you.

With Mortie dead, that leaves
Slick Simms. Where's he?

Who knows? Last I heard
he was picking coffee beans in Costa Rica.

Harry, I'm tired
and I'm angry

and I don't believe you.

Now, I've committed just about
every crime short of murder over the last day.

Now, time is running out here,

and unless you want me
to start considering murder,

I suggest you tell me
where to find William Daniels.

Who?

William "l-used-to-be-Slick-
till-l-changed-my-identity" Daniels.

He's in the islands.

Slick is back?
God, I wish he'd gotten in touch with me.

That guy is a magnet
with women.

We'd just sit in the bar...
Harry!

Magnum, I swear
I haven't seen him.

Look, really,
I'd like that kid back just as much as Garwood.

Now, Garwood knows that
even if you don't believe it.

You know,

you really ought to
get your copy machine checked out, Harry.

I think it's low on toner.

These really are fascinating.
I'll see you, Harry.

And you wonder
why people shoot at you.

I'll be back.

Will you forget
about Harry? He's good people.

He shot at me.

Not Harry.
He don't like guns. What about Slick?

I'm having a friend
check him out under his new identity.

At least I'm glad old Mortie
didn't have a hand in this.

I am sorry
he's dead, though.

Magnum, are you cooking
Brussel sprouts?

No.

Then what is it
that I smell?

Patchismo.

I beg your pardon?

You used some
of the cologne out of that Patplan starter kit

Walt gave you,
didn't you?

Well, yeah,
I did try some on.

Don't worry, Higgins,
it'll wash off.

Won't do any good.
Walt sent me one of those kits out to the pen.

Why, the inmates started
getting these rashes,

smelling like vegetables.
I had to get myself thrown into solitary.

I suggest you throw the rest
of the kit away immediately.

I already gave
some of it away.

Friend of yours came by
while you was out getting shot at.

I gave him some of that
Patplan wax, see, for his car.

Here's the news report.

Police are still
without solid clues

as they frantically
comb the island for the second day.

News Two's Sheila Shay
has been following the bizarre double Huddle disappearance,

and she has
this special report.

Thanks, Dan.

Garwood Granville Huddle,

age 65,

a name synonymous
with crime for 40 years,

and once again
a man on the run.

Garwood Granville Huddle
the Third,

age two this Saturday,
kidnapped.

Perhaps the victim
of the Huddle legacy.

Here with me today
are Frannie Huddle,

Garwood's mother,
and Walter Brewster, her fiancé,

here at
a very difficult time,

wanting your help
and also to plead with the kidnappers

for his safe return.

I just want
my baby back.

Frannie, do you think
there could possibly be some connection

between the two
disappearances?

I just think he's
out there somewhere looking for his grandson.

He didn't escape until
after little Garwood was...

Perhaps there could be
some connection.

Maybe it would be of help
if you could tell us what he was wearing.

He had on a little
blue and white striped T-shirt.

And a little pair
of Patpants.

Red.

And a pair of white
size-two sneakers.

That's right.

And if anyone hasn't
taken it away from him,

which is hard to do,

he always has
his Pattybear.

No, he didn't, Walt.

No, it must've left
with him because he always holds onto it.

Anyway, I looked around
the house and it wasn't there.

A Pattybear?

He doesn't have it.

It was on the...
It was on the floor.

No, he has the bear,
sweetheart.

Please,
we'll discuss this later at home.

Very funny, you guys.

That's the guy I gave
the Patwax to.

Somebody's gonna
pay for this.

Don't confuse
the viewers.

I have taken
your practical jokes for the last time.

T.C., we're trying
to watch this.

You're the one
that's confused here.

I'm not confused.

I saw it in the living room

after they took
little Garwood.

T. C: I waxed the van.

That stuff took
the paint right off.

I am talking
down to the metal, off!

Uh, T.C.

Calm down, sweetheart.
Maybe he didn't have the bear.

Once again,
we ask that anyone

having knowledge
of Garwood Granville Huddle the Third's...

T. C: Oh, no, you're not gonna
get away with this this time.

You know how much
it's gonna cost me to repaint the van?

...who abducted him
from his home

to please, please
call this number.

Did he say kidnapping?

I'm sure that Mr. Brewster
and Mrs. Huddle... Hello.

Yeah, Rick.

My grandson.

I'm sorry about
that Patwax.

I never should've
given it to you.

Yeah, but you guys
didn't say anything about a kidnapping

when I was here before.

We felt it necessary
to keep Mr. Huddle's identity a secret.

I'm surprised you didn't see
my mug on the TV news.

I've been on all day.

I was busy waxing my van.

Great! You got it?

I'll get
right over there.

Rick got Slick's address.

What are we waiting for?
Let's ride!

No. You're not
riding anywhere.

Where are we going
to track down our lead?

Harbourfront Condominiums.
What do you mean, "our lead"?

Hey, I don't have time for you
to weasel me into helping you.

This is important.
But when it is over,

we are going to talk
about my van.

Great. I'll meet you there.

You guys smell
something funny?

Thank you.

Half a mil.
Slick must be doing okay.

Yeah, and $200,000
is just about right for a down payment.

You know,
there's that smell again.

Smells kind of funny,
like old gym shorts.

Do you smell it, Thomas?

It's getting worse.

Smells like somebody
in here's cooking Brussel sprouts.

Okay, okay!

Okay. It's me.

Some guy gave me this sample
of Patchismo cologne.

Patchismo?

Is this the same guy
that gave you the Patwax?

Yes. And I put some on
and now I can't wash it off.

Man, you should have
smelled that stuff before you put it on.

Well, it doesn't smell
like anything.

It's supposed to take on
your own natural scent.

Boy, if that's
your natural scent, you got a serious problem.

Look, will you stop it,
please,

and come and help me
find William Daniels?

Yeah, sure.
You just stay downwind.

Can I help you?

Oh, hi.
We're looking for a guy named William Daniels.

Daniels.

No one by that name
lives here.

Oh, well, maybe he moved in
on your day off.

Uh-uh. I know
everybody here.

It's my job.

Are you sure? William Daniels.
We were told he was here.

Sorry.

Thanks for the help, Slick.

No problem.

Come on, Slick.

Slick!

Look, we just wanna
talk to you.

Yeah, downtown, I suppose.

Well, that might not be
a bad idea.

Oh.

I thought you didn't
like guns.

Me? That was Garwood
and Mortie.

I love guns.

Then you took a shot at me
in the cemetery?

I never saw you before.

Then why were you
running away?

Because I'm still wanted
for busting parole.

You know that.
You're here to take me in.

No, we didn't.
Look, we're not cops.

Come on, now, why don't you
just give me that gun? Come on.

Just hold it right there.

T. C: Somebody,
call an ambulance!

Slick was off
to the hospital with a bullet in his back,

my third strikeout
with suspects.

But I had a reassuring fact
to console me.

You see, Babe Ruth
struck out, too.

1330 times, in fact.

Of course, it's only
the 714 homers we remember.

I know what you're thinking.

What does that to do with
the fact that Garwood was sitting next to me

after I'd insisted
he couldn't come along?

Well, I still had
one last chance

to come out of this game
with a homer of my own.

There was one last suspect,

a dead one,

and only Garwood
could identify him.

If he did, he'd be
throwing me the pitch

that I would blast
into the upper deck.

I knew it!
- Yeah. What'd you know?

I was right.

Good for you.
Right about what?

The massage parlor.

When you said
it was a vacant lot six years ago,

I started thinking.

Maybe somebody
on the construction crew took it.

I guess bulldozers do dig up
a lot of money.

And your son had
a construction company.

Huh?

I'll be doggone!

Garwood Jr. Built
that massage parlor.

Don't you see?
He took the money.

Well, he could have.

But a fat lot of good
that's gonna do us now, seeing as how he's dead.

Yeah, unless he didn't
take it with him.

Or unless he didn't go.

Hi, there.
Hi.

I'll have a roast beef
and gefilte fish on white,

with mustard
and light on the ketchup.

I'll just have the ribs,
if you got them.

What do you guys
really want?

Something for Ice Pick.
To go.

I've always been an admirer
of your work, Mr. Huddle.

Yeah, it had a lot of style
and class.

I'm just a country boy
trying to get along.

Always was,
always will be.

I know, but a new identity,
it's gonna be rough. You're so well-known.

Well, we're not looking
for a new identity for Garwood.

We're looking for his son.

I tried to explain to Rick,
I can't give out the names of my customers.

It's not good
for business.

Dangedest thing.
I've been going along

thinking my son was dead.

My only son.

Trying to make my peace
with that idea.

Then this city boy, here,
he puts the notion into my head

that maybe he's still alive

and just using
some new name and all,

you know, and I figure
if he's still alive

I gotta find him.

Here.

This here is a picture
of little Garwood the Third.

Boy, I guess I love
that little tyke

more than anything
in this whole world.

Do you have grandchildren?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Quite a few.

Yeah, here.

That's my favorite.

Butch.

That lousy son-in-law,
he sent him off to the mainland.

He said he shouldn't
be associating with people like me.

Well, that's
a fine-Iooking boy.

Little Garwood here
has been kidnapped.

Maybe you heard.

Finding Garwood Jr.

Is our only hope of getting
this man's grandson back.

If anything was to happen
to that little fella,

I just don't know.

Dad?

I thought you were dead.

I thought you were in prison.

Where's the money, boy?

Take your partner
and get out of here.

He's not my partner.

That $200,000
that you stole, now, where is that?

Careful, careful.

You might have to give back
your Father of the Year award.

Take it easy, Garwood.
He is your son.

What kind of son steals
from his own daddy?

Well, it wasn't exactly
your money, Garwood.

To hear him tell it,
it was.

He never thought about
anybody but himself.

Other people had
problems, too, you know.

Problems?

Pretty little wife,
baby on the way.

Yeah, and a construction
company going bankrupt.

Me and Frannie
fighting all the time.

What would he know
about my life? He was never there.

Well, I'm sure
he wanted to be.

He talks like I set out
to get arrested.

Well, that was
the law's idea

to keep me away
from my family, not mine.

How's a kid supposed
to know the difference?

Get out of here
and leave me alone.

Not till we get
what we come for.

The money's gone.

I blew it.

Funny, huh?

All my life I looked up
to the great Garwood.

I wanted to be with him so bad
I used to follow him around

to the meetings
with his business partners,

other women.

I even spied on him
when he buried that money.

By then, I'd started
to hate him.

Look at me.

I ended up just like him.

I stole money.

I even faked my own death
so I could abandon my family.

What a legacy.

At least I spent the money.
You'll never get it back.

I ought to knock
your head off!

I love you, too, Dad.

Hey, look. Just knock it off,
will you? Both of you.

Come on.

Look at the two of you.
Fighting over what?

Okay, so he wasn't
the best father in the world.

I'm sure you didn't win
any Great Son awards, either. So what?

Look, standing here
hating each other

isn't gonna get
your son back.

What's happened
to little Garwood?

Somebody kidnapped him.

Come on. I mean,
didn't you see the television or read the newspapers?

I sold the TV a week ago.

Little Garwood
is kidnapped?

I don't even know
what he looks like.

And whose fault
is that?

Come on, Magnum.
The money's gone.

Dad.

If you find him...

When you find him...

I've been saving this for him.

I'll be doggone.

This is the baseball glove
I bought you when you were eight years old.

You kept this?

Some things
you never throw away.

What are we gonna do, Magnum?

Without that money,
little Garwood's a goner.

I got a plan.

Wanna let me in on it?

Maybe.

I didn't
really have a plan.

Not yet anyway.
Just a hunch,

a strong hunch.

I got it when I saw
Garwood Jr. 's old glove.

I had something
I'd never thrown away, too.

It was a stuffed yellow duck

I got for my second Easter.

That yellow duck went
everywhere with me,

and by time I was five,
it was in pretty bad shape.

But even though
it was falling apart,

I still wouldn't give it up.

My mom tried
bribery and teasing,

but I held onto it
with both hands

and when she tried to pry it
away, I started screaming and screaming until...

Well, anyway,
you see what I mean.

My hunch was that little
Garwood felt the same way about his Pattybear.

What are we doing
back here?

It's part of the plan.
Just stay low.

Hi, Frannie.
Look, I'm sorry to bother you. Can I talk to you and Walt?

He's not here.
What do you want?

Well, I have to talk to you
about that TV interview.

You said you saw
that little bear on the floor after the kidnapping.

Who cares?
I don't have my baby.

Just leave me alone.

Wait a minute.
Please, please. Now, this is important.

Did you really
see the bear?

Yes.

Have you seen
the bear recently?

No.

So it was here when
little Garwood was kidnapped,

but turned up missing later.

Look, get out of here
before I call the police.

Frannie, come on, you're gonna
have to help me if you want me to find your son.

Now, did Garwood Jr. Ever
talk to you about the money his father buried?

Well, sure.
I mean, as a joke.

He said it would be
little Garwood's inheritance.

Some inheritance.

Did Walt know about this?

I guess so.

Oh, please, I'm tired

and I'm scared.

Take Garwood back
to prison before someone shoots him, huh?

Where's Walt?

What's he got to do with it?

Look, you said
the bear was left here.

Little Garwood would've
gone crazy without it.

Somebody had
to bring it to him.

Walt?

Where is he?

He plays gin every Wednesday
with his buddy Norm.

He said he had to get
out of the house,

that the...
Waiting was...

Where's Norm live?

I can't believe you didn't
bring your gun with you.

What kind of detectives
are they turning out these days?

I don't like using guns
any more than you do, Garwood.

Besides, I don't want to
risk any shooting if your grandson's in there.

Yeah.

I can't understand it.
The sucker won't eat.

Well, maybe it's that stuff
you're trying to feed him.

It looks like slime.

Yeah. Just get rid
of that gun, huh?

I don't want any more trouble.

You told me
to scare the PI away.

How was I supposed
to know some old guy would get in the way?

Come on, Gar.
Eat them up. - No.

It's little Garwood.
Shh!

I'm going in.

We're not going
anywhere till we find out what we're up against.

Come on, now.
Let's open the airport hangar wide, Gar,

and I'll fly right in.

No.

Come on, Gar.

That's a boy.

What are you waiting for?

I'm thinking.
I'm thinking.

There you go.
That's good.

I'll get him some milk.

What's the difference?

By tomorrow morning,
we either turn him over for the money,

or we sell him
to them baby brokers.

We're not selling him!

I just know his grandfather's
gonna come through with them money.

Okay, here's the plan.

You no-good, sorry excuse...

Garwood, you're early!

Don't you ever do
what you're told? Stay with your grandson.

You all right?

Give granddaddy five.

Attaboy!
Give me five more.

Come on, let's go.

High five.

Patchismo.

Before I blow you
to perdition, boy,

I wanna know why.

You're joking.

All right, all right.
I'll tell you why.

Because I couldn't lose.

Norm was gonna
pick up the money, we would have split it,

and then you would've brought
little Garwood back to me and his mom.

That doesn't answer
my question, boy.

Because I'm tired of selling
that Patcrap stuff!

You try going door to door
every day and having them slammed in your face!

Go ahead, Garwood,
you try it. You never had a regular job in your life.

Now, get out of my way

or I'm gonna knock
your head all the way into the cheap seats.

I wouldn't try it, Walt.

Take it from me, boy.
Crime doesn't pay. Yeah, maybe.

But I'm getting out of here,
Garwood, right now,

because I know damned well
you're not gonna shoot me.

You don't have it in you.

I wouldn't bet on it.

You better put
that bat down, Walt. I think he's serious.

Garwood? He never shot
a real gun in his life!

Good shot.

Well, hell,
I was aiming at his chest.

Would you mind
standing downwind?

Listen, you wanna trade
that truck for this bear?

Attaboy!

How can you possibly eat
with that odor reeking from your body?

Higgins, what do you
want from me?

I've already
taken six baths.

My skin is starting to peel.

The smell will
go away sometime.

Perhaps if you
buried yourself.

Hey, come on, fellas,
let's don't argue.

We got a nice family picnic
going here.

Quite.

You know, I think
things are gonna work out pretty good.

I've got my grandson back.

Maybe even my son.

And it could be that I got
little Garwood his parents back together again.

Yeah. It's too bad
about the money, though.

Money doesn't matter.

That thing never brought me
anything but trouble, you know that?

I'm gonna give my grandson
a lot better legacy.

Son.

There's your boy.

Come on.
Here's your truck.

You know,
I think he's gonna straighten out.

Well, you got
some time together now.

I think he's on
the right track already.

No need to get sentimental.

But I feel good.
Got my family, got my friends.

Right back here
where I belong.

Home sweet home.

Come on, Magnum,
let me show you around.

Come on, el Higgo,
old buddy.

That guy's Sam.

Hi, Elmo.
Elmo's the dog.

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