All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s02e13 The Jororo Kill.eng

He used to be a strategist
for British Intelligence.

I want to talk to him
one on one.

Who else is looking for him?

If I catch your face
around here again, I'm gonna get real nasty.

He's selling himself
to the highest bidder.

He's an international
assassin. A killer.

He has to come back to arm it,
that's when we nail him.

I want in on the kill.

What were you gonna do, Kate?

Film the assassination?

Hold it!

Sister, I'm sorry
but you cannot stop here.

But my car.

You'll have
to move it.

But I can't.

Do you have a spare?

Yes, yes.

This is very kind of you.
Oh, yes.

Will it take long?

I hope not.

Do you mind?
I have to go to the store.

Not at all.
Just hurry back.

I'll only be a minute.
Thank you so much.

I don't need to tell you
that Robin Masters appreciates

the finer things in life.

A good example
of Robin's taste is his wine cellar.

He'd offered me
the use of it,

and I tried not to abuse
the privilege.

A bottle here
and a bottle there.

Hardly enough to be noticed.

Sometimes Higgins'
attempts at security are really quite amusing.

Identify yourself.

You leave me no choice
but to release the nerve gas.

Nerve gas?

I thought so.

Nerve gas?

Tear gas, actually.

I didn't think
you'd react to that.

The bottle, please.

Higgins,
what is going on here?

You have the temerity
to ask me that?

You're pilfering wine.

I wasn't pilfering.

And even if I was, Higgins,
you've never threatened me with tear gas before.

You never went for a $5,000
bottle of wine before.

$5,000?

And a bargain at that.

A bottle of
Chateau de Maurice. 1836.

The highlight
of the Societe du Vin's

gala wine-tasting party
next week.

Now, of course,
you've moved it and made it bottle sick.

Bottle sick?

Society du Vin?

Oh, Higgins,
what do you do in this one?

I'm the head
of the acquisition committee.

And I won't have you
swilling my acquisitions.

All you had to do was ask.

I intended to,

but I thought it prudent
to first prepare an incentive.

I put together
a potpourri of wines

which I hope will keep you
out of the wine cellar until after the party.

Higgins, that's
very thoughtful of you.

Yes, isn't it?

Oh, by the way,
you had a call this morning.

I don't know how people
get the main house number. It isn't even listed.

Who was it, Higgins?

A woman.
A Kate Sullivan.

She said
she'd meet you at the club.

Now, here's white,
that's for fowl.

The red, of course,
is for meat of the same color.

Though I've gone
out of my way,

you really needn't
thank me for this.

Let's just consider it...

One hand washing the other.

Kate had been
a wire-service reporter

working out of Saigon
when she came to do a story on our team.

She was an idealist.

Not naive,
but still an idealist.

She wanted to write the truth.

And if the truth
happened to be located in a free-fire zone,

or if the truth wasn't exactly
what she thought it would be going in,

well, she'd write it anyway.

That's the Kate
we all fell for.

And when she got wounded,
it was a buddy getting hit.

Yeah, I ain't gonna
never forgive her for that one line. Uh...

What did you say?

Yeah, yeah.
"Grizzled veteran at 25."

Yeah, but I'm the one
with the axe to grind.

She called me "baby-faced."
Now, do I look baby-faced?

You both look beautiful.

Another gross distortion
of the truth.

Hey. Hey.

Come here.

How you doing?

Better now. Oh, gee.

Well, I see
nothing's changed.

Almost nothing.

Sit, sit.

Uh, yeah.

Want a beer?
Sure.

Well, what brings you
to Hawaii?

You doing a follow-up on us?

Oh, I wish.
It'd be more interesting.

No, I'm here
on this month's milk run.

Did you ever hear
of the Jororo Islands?

Somewhere near Guam?

Right ocean. Wrong hemisphere.

It's about 1,200 miles
southeast of Guam.

And Oscar Santos,
who is their prime minister, is here on a state visit.

Gee, I hadn't
heard about it. That's how big a story it is.

Well,
that's great.

You'll get to spend
some time with us.

And I want to take you
to dinner.

I got this little place
that nobody knows about except me and Julia Child.

Oh, yeah, and I can give you
the Island Hoppers grand tour of the islands.

You're on, both of you.

But first, I have
a favor to ask.

Just name it.

I would like to take a walk
on the beach with this man. Alone.

What?

Oh!

Don't worry, Thomas.
It's strictly business.

I knew it.

What do you mean
you knew it?

Man, a woman as together
as Kate wouldn't fall for a turkey like you.

How do I win
on that one?

You don't.
Come on.

Guard my purse, huh?

Ok.
Bye, guys.

Bye.

Business?
Mmm-hmm.

This Santos story
is lightweight stuff, you know.

But it's about
the only kind of work I get these days.

I don't mind
covering the 3rd Worid

as long as there's
a war going on.

Well, it could be worse.
You got a trip to Hawaii out of it.

I'm not looking
for vacations.

Thomas, you know me.

I was weaned on action.

I used to go everywhere
and anywhere for the story.

If the story
was important enough, nothing could stop me.

Not editors
or generals

or V.C.

Navy lieutenants.

And I'm good.

But people look at me
and they don't want to believe that.

So the kind of assignments
I get are...

I want back on top.

Well, I'd like
to see you there. What can I do?

Well, I wouldn't have
taken this dumb gig

If I didn't have

an ulterior motive.
Like a real story.

That face
ring any bells?

No bells.

David Banister.

He used to be a strategist
for British Intelligence.

Ml6.

Then he dropped out
to write an expose.

You know,
uncover all that covert nasty stuff.

I got a tip
he's coming into the islands, and, uh,

I want to talk to him
one on one.

Still out for
the Pulitzer Prize?

You bet.

Why don't you talk
to his publisher?

Come on, Thomas.
You know better than that. They wouldn't even tell me

what continent he was on.
Kate.

Who else is looking for him?

Rumor has it,
British Intelligence.

Some say
there's a price on his head.

Of course,
most people don't believe it.

What about Banister?

He just might.

Kate...
Thomas,

I don't want you getting hurt
or in the middle. Just locate him.

That's not
what I'm talking about.

Don't worry.
I can handle myself.

If anybody in the worid
knows that, it should be you.

Please remain seated

until the aircraft
is in the terminal.

Upon deplaning,

all passengers will have
to take the Wiki Wiki buses to Customs.

Have your passports
and any items to declare ready for inspection, please.

Trans Island Airlines
Flight 291 to Guam

now ready for boarding
at Gate 15.

Flight 291 to Guam
now boarding at Gate 15.

Thank you.

Anything to declare?

Nothing.
Just in on a holiday.

Have a good one, love.

Thanks, love.
I intend to.

I know what you're thinking.

I was swimming when I
should have been working.

Well, you've neglected
an important rule of investigation:

Don't take things
at face value.

Though I may have appeared
to be loafing, serious work was in progress.

This is great. Just great.

I'm really flattered
you asked me.

Come on, Mac,
we don't get to see enough of each other.

Hey, l... I hope you don't mind
that we didn't go out.

I mean, I get out there
in anything smaller than an aircraft carrier,

l... I start to...

Forget it.
Let me tell you something.

The best fishing
on this island is right here at this marina.

I'm just glad
we're getting to do it.

You're right.
You're very right.

You know, I think we ought
to do this on a regular basis.

I know. It's just hard for me
to find the time, with running the club and all

and answering to Higgins,
Yeah.

And doing
all of those dumb things for Thomas.

Oh, no, oh, no,
don't even bring up that name to me, please.

Never in my life
have I met a man

that takes more advantage
of his friends than Thomas Magnum.

You know that?
I mean it, he comes to me, he says:

"Oh, come on, Mac,
run this through your computers.

Just this one time.
You won't get into trouble. Come on. Please."

Then he gets... he says,
"Have a sandwich. Have a donut." Huh!

Can you believe it,
this guy is bribing me with food?

He's so transparent,
I can't stand it.

Well, I'll tell you what,
I put an end to that.

Put my foot down.

No kidding?

Yeah. He won't come
running to me anymore.

Say, Rick, uh,
you got beer?

Oh, yeah, Mac,
right here in this chest.

Oh, thanks.

You know, Mac,
you're right.

Thomas does
the same thing to me.

"Rick,
run this license down.

"Rick,
check this guy out.

Rick, get the skinny
on so-and-so."

Yeah, well, maybe you ought
to put a stop to it, too.

Say, uh, you got anything
to go with this?

Uh, chips? Uh, dip?
Uh, anything?

Oh, yeah, Mac.

Right here in the tinfoil.
Help yourself.

You know, you're right.
You are right, Mac.

I'm gonna do this
one last thing for Thomas, and that's it.

Finito. I'm finished.

You mean he's got you
on something now?

Yeah, he's got me
running down some guy.

Used to be
with British Intelligence.

You know,
that's just like Magnum.

I mean, he knows
I'm not gonna do it, so he pawns it off on you.

Ha! My good luck.

And how are you
going to do it?

I mean, this guy is
no underworid figure.

No offense.

It's just that
your... your connections aren't gonna help out here.

Well, they haven't.

Of course they haven't.

I'll tell you what you need.

You need a contact
in Intelligence.

Yeah. I guess you're right.

Of course I'm right.

You, uh...
You got anything on this guy?

Oh, well,
just this lousy 2-by-3 photo,

but that was taken
about 5 years ago.

Yeah?
Let me see it.

No, no. Listen, man,
come on, we came out here to have fun and fish.

Come on, Rick.
What are buddies for, huh?

Come on.
Well,

only on one condition.

That you promise to accept
one of the finest bottles of wine from the club.

You know, Rick.
You're a gentleman.

That's the difference
between you and Magnum.

You are a gentleman.

Come on, Higgins.

I need a good bottle.
I owe it to a friend.

I've already
provided you with wine.

I said a good bottle,
Higgins.

The stuff you gave me
had been aged for 2 weeks in aluminum.

Even so, it contains 12 pct.
Alcohol. I should think that's all you'd care about.

Come on, Higgins,
I'll even pay for it.

Ah, the magic words.

And always the last ones
out of your mouth.

Red, white, or sparkling?

Red.
And something old and French.

And real musty.

This should do.

A 1971 Margaux.
Chateau Andre.

A small but rather
impressive vineyard.

Oh, that sounds perfect.

$37.50. Cash.

Cash? Oh, come on, Higgins,
couldn't we just...

No, we couldn't.

Oh, by the way, Higgins,
I also need some information.

You can't possibly
afford it.

Oh, come on, Higgins.
I'm buying your wine.

My wine?

Magnum, I'm doing this
as a favor.

I'm not even
making a profit for the estate.

Well, forget it.

You probably don't have
the kind of information that I need anyway.

It's not like
you were a member of Ml6.

I most certainly was.
I served with Ml6 in Northern Ireland.

Oh, really?

You wouldn't happen to know
a chap named David Banister, would you?

No.

Not personally.
I know of him.

He was a field operative,
and a very good one, until...

Field operative? I thought
he was a strategist.

He was
an operative.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.
I was attached to Gen. Cornwall at the time

and he was the strategist.

It wasn't a very big club,
you know.

But I was saying,
he was an excellent field operative

until the scandal.

A sex scandal?

Unfortunately,
in British Intelligence,

that seems to be
the only kind we have.

Anyway, Banister's specialty
was disguises,

especially posing as a female.

It was thought to be
a jolly good show

until he started showing up
at official functions in drag.

He had the inordinate
bad taste

to appear at
the Queen's Birthday Ball

in the same gown
as the Lady Ashley.

Extraordinary.

What are you doing out here?

I'm lost. Could you tell me
which way it is back to the main road?

Oh, yeah.
You just turn around...

The Popular Front movement
is a serious threat

to democracy in Jororo.

And the nature of democracy
makes it particularly difficult for us.

The Front and we
operate under very different rules.

But Mr. Prime Minister,
aren't there times

when the rules of democracy
can be bent?

For me, as a Christian,
I could not do so.

I like to think, though,
that is my final strength.

So, since you don't consider
repression as a tool,

how do you intend
to combat the Popular Front?

My goal is to ameliorate
the economic conditions

which have helped
to spawn the movement.

It is a matter of taking care
and treating the disease

rather than
the more unpleasant symptoms.

The trade agreement
that I'm signing with the United States

is a large part
of my plan.

Hello.

It's for you. Your editor.

No, please.
It is all right.

Hello?

Have you located Banister?

No. Not yet.
I'm working on it.

You'd better work fast,
Miss Sullivan.

He's got explosives.

He's going to blow up Santos.

I'll call you
as soon as I know when.

I understand.

Editors. Always pushing.

Pushing a deadline.

The difference
between a strategist

and an operative
in the spy game

is as big as a coach
and a player in football.

Maybe Kate had just
made a mistake,

but it wasn't like her.

Or rather, it wasn't like
the Kate I used to know.

We were going to meet
later at the club, but I decided to push it up.

I don't know why,
but that little voice in my head

said seeing her
interview Santos might be important.

I'll only be here
a few minutes.

If I could just leave it here,
I'd appreciate it.

Excuse me.
Could you tell me what floor the Jororo delegation is on?

Jororo delegation?

Well, actually,
it's Prime Minister Santos.

I'd like to know
what floor his suite is on.

I'm sorry.
There's no Jororo delegation

and no Prime Minister Santos
registered here.

You sure?

Computers don't lie.

Well, perhaps
the llona Reef Hotel.

Sometimes people
confuse us with them.

No, she said
the llona Seas.

Well, maybe. L... I'll
check there.

Thank you.
You bet.

Maybe I'd misunderstood Kate.

Or maybe she'd made
an honest mistake.

Either way,
that little voice in my head was getting louder,

and I didn't like
what it was whispering.

Then my little voice
stopped whispering and started screaming.

Long time no see.

Yeah.

Look. Um, I was wondering...

If I could give you
a little info?

Yeah, how'd you know?

When you've been at it
as long as I have, you can smell it, bruh.

That's amazing.

I don't handle
negotiations,

but I do take
20 pct. Off the top.

Now, you want
an island girl or a haole?

Uh, that's not
the kind of information I want.

No?

Oh, you're looking
for a game.

I got a poker game
up on the 12th with a $2,000 minimum.

Craps on 18, but only...
No, no, no. No gambling.

What the hell
are you looking for?

I'm with hotel security.

I knew
that Ferrari wasn't yours!

Man, this is so unfair.
Entrapment. That's what it is. Entrapment.

Calm down, will you?
Just calm down. Somebody's gonna hear you.

I'm just gonna give you
a warning this time.

Actually, see, I'm here
to keep on top of security

for one of the parties
up on the, uh...

4th floor?

4th floor.

That island delegation?

Jororo.

Nobody told me
their name.

Just to keep it hush-hush.

Good. See that you do.
Yes, sir.

Oh, and keep an eye on my car,
will you, while I'm gone?

Yes, sir.
Hey, you don't have to worry about that other stuff.

It was just
a sideline anyway.

Suite 400.

Excuse me. Uh, this floor
is closed for repairs.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Thank you.

Why'd you lie to me, Kate?

Not so loud.

I can shout
if I need to.

There's no need to,
you have my total attention.

Good.
Then start explaining.

Not here. I told you
I'd meet you at the club.

You also told me
the Santos story was a milk run.

Come on,
this place is secured like Fort Knox.

He's a head of state.

They tend to have
good security because, if you haven't noticed,

the worid's a bit crazy,
heads of state get shot.

Kate, the hotel won't even
admit that he's here.

I didn't know that.

Look, what's
Banister's connection?

Nothing.
It's a... a separate issue.

OK. Fine.
Then when Santos' security chief comes back,

you won't mind
me telling him all about it.

Thomas...
Kate, I want some answers,

Shh.
And I want them now.

Ok. All right, as soon as
my interview is over.

Everything, I promise.
Just don't talk about it here.

Please, huh?
Old times' sake. Trust me.

Ok, it checks.
You're a private investigator.

But you were also
in Naval Intelligence for a while.

You want to tell me
about that?

My guess is
you were once Secret Service or CIA.

You want to tell me
about that?

The whole worid

Hates a wise guy.

I know. You through
with your questions?

Miss Sullivan,
you were granted

an exclusive interview
with the Prime Minister

on the condition
that his being here would be kept secret.

Not entirely correct,
Mr. Russler.

I knew that the Prime Minister
was to be here.

And because I knew,
I was granted an interview.

I'm not going
to quibble with you over words.

You had no right
to tell anybody else what you knew,

especially a P.I.

Mr. Magnum and I
happen to be old friends.

It just came out.

It won't happen again,

and I'm sure that
Thomas will be happy to keep it to himself.

OK, Magnum.

I'm gonna let you go
this time, but for the record,

if I catch your face
around here again, I'm gonna get real nasty.

Miss Sullivan.

See you later?

Scout's honor.

There's an old rule
in this business:

Anger doesn't win.

And at the moment
I'd had a belly full of it.

So, before I faced Kate again,

all I wanted to do
was cool down

and figured
the best way to do it was at the club with Rick.

Rick?

Hi, guys.

Don't "Hi, guys" me.
Thomas, what are you up to?

Up to?

Where'd you get that?

From the little bird
you asked to show it to me.

Now, Magnum,
I'm warning you.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.
Not with something like this.

Like what?

Magnum, do you have any idea
who it is you're dealing with here?

Well, I know he used to be
an operative with Ml6,

and that he quit,
or was kicked out,

because he liked
to dress up like giris,

and that he's writing a book.

I don't think
he's the literate type, Thomas.

Magnum, Banister isn't
writing any books.

He's selling himself
to the highest bidder.

He's an international
assassin. A killer.

Every police department
in the worid is looking for him.

Telephone call
for Ms. Kate Sullivan.

Telephone call
for Kate Sullivan.

I'm Kate Sullivan.

Hello?

Have you found him?

Not yet.
And I'm getting worried.

I almost warned
Santos' security people today.

When to do that
is your decision. It's your story.

It's going to happen Monday.

At the State House,
when Santos goes in to sign the agreement.

Not till Monday?
Good, good, that'll give me time...

Thank you.

You know, Kate,
I don't know who I'm angrier at.

You for lying to me
or me for trusting you.

But let's just
start from the top. Why'd you lie to me?

I was afraid
you wouldn't help me if I told you the truth.

Wrong. You were afraid
I'd go to the authorities and blow your scoop.

If you know all the answers,
why the hell ask me the questions?

Because you've lost
all sense of proportion.

Of reality.
Come on, Kate.

A man's life
is at stake here, isn't it?

Santos' life.

Yes.

The Popular Front of Jororo
hired Banister to kill Santos.

And I hired you
to find him.

You hired me to find him
so you could have your little scoop.

What were you gonna do, Kate?
Film the assassination?

Kate,
what happened to you?

I lost 3 inches
off my right leg.

You have any idea
what that did to me? Or my career?

It's lousy to be a has-been
before you're 40.

Finding Banister,
getting an interview, maybe being in on the capture,

that could put me
back where I belong.

Not to mention
where it could put Santos.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna call Russler
and tell him what I know.

Magnum, please.
I'm not a villain.

I have a source
in the Popular Front. He calls me every day.

Banister's gonna hit Santos
Monday, at the State House.

If you haven't found him
by Sunday noon

I'll go to Russler,
I'll tell him all I know.

Please.

Could be my last chance
for an exclusive.

Don't make that call.

OK, I won't.

Just as long as you do it.
Now.

It's got a lock.
I'm going to pick it.

Have you got anything else
on this informant?

Nothing.

He first contacted me
when I was in Paris covering a fashion show.

And he's called me
half a dozen times since then.

I never know
when or how he knows where to find me.

He just does.

Hey, lock's open.

I'm going in.

There's enough
explosives in here to bring down the block.

But no detonator.

I don't get it.

He'll probably use
a radio-activated detonator.

No sense risking
a stray transmission,

like from a walkie-talkie,
setting it off.

Anyway, he's going to have to
come back to arm it.

And that's when we nail him.

I want in on the kill.

Miss Sullivan,
just as soon as we have him locked up,

we'll let you know.

Sure.

Along with the rest
of the media worid.

The Prime Minister appreciates
everything that you've...

Oh, don't thank me.

Thank my friend here.

Do you want me
to close this back up again?

Yes, I want everything left
the way it was.

It was Sunday morning,
and down at the State House,

Russler had everyone
from the CIA to Interpol staked out

waiting for Banister to show.

Which should have
made me feel good.

It didn't.

I couldn't shake the feeling
that it had been too easy.

Good morning.

Morning.

You want some coffee?

I can do it.

I don't know why I'm here.

I'd like to think
because I asked.

I'm mad at you.

And I'm mad at you,

but that's not gonna get
either one of us anywhere.

So you asked me
to come here. Why?

To get
a little perspective.

From you?
I already got it.

No. From a friend.

Would you run
that tape, please?

One minute.
It'll be up on monitor 5.

It took a little doing,
but I got a buddy of mine in New York

to get this transmission
satellited here this morning.

What is this?

Most of the day, I've been
watching wounded Marines

being medevaced off this hill.

On the balance sheet
of the war,

this skirmish
may be represented by only a few statistics,

but it's a great deal
more than that.

The troops here
are boys we all know.

They live next door,
they play football on Sunday afternoons.

They walk down church aisles
to meet their brides.

But quite a few
of the boys I've seen

won't be doing
those things anymore.

The scuttlebutt here
is that this outpost

isn't strategic
to the defense of Binh Lao,

that the brass want it held
so they won't have to move the pins in their maps.

I don't know if that's true.

I doubt it is.

What is true
is that human life seems cheap up here.

Seems to have lost
the respect it ought to have.

And for me,
that's the saddest thing of all.

This is Kate Sullivan.

Binh Lao, South Vietnam.

You want that other tape now?

Hold that tape.

Don't...

You OK?

Y- yeah. Or...

Maybe.

Maybe for...

for the first time
in a very long time.

Thank you, Thomas.

Uh, you can roll
that tape now.

What you up to?

Besides, uh, straightening out
dumb old friends?

Kate, I just don't like
this Banister thing.

Mac gave me his dossier
and I can tell you,

from the things this guy
is suspected of doing,

he's not the kind
to make a simple mistake.

What mistake?
The van.

He wouldn't park it there
2 days early.

That tape's coming up
on monitor 5.

M- my buddy also got me
this tape of Banister.

It was an attempt
to interview him

when the scandal
broke in London.

Mr. Banister, do you intend
to protest your dismissal?

I have nothing to say.
I leave all that to my solicitor.

Then you intend
to deny the charges that you're a transvestite?

That's a waste.

No. Play it back.
Play that again, Thomas.

Could you run that
again, please?

Kate, what is it?
Just... just let me listen.

Mr. Bannister, do you intend
to protest your dismissal?

I have nothing to say.
I leave all that to my solicitor.

Then you intend
to deny the charges that you're a transvestite?

That's the voice.
That's... that's...

That's the voice
of my source.

The man who's been
tipping me off is Banister.

Damn it!
I knew it was too easy.

As long as he stays
at the hotel,

Santos will be
relatively safe.

Hello?
Bannister's gonna try

and hit him
on the route to the State House.

This is Kate Sullivan.
Could you get me Mr. Russler, please?

It's an emergency.

What?

Oh, my God.

Santos has gone
to a private mass.

Our Lady of the Holy Veil.

Thomas, it's a convent.

Welcome to our church,
sir.

Thank you, Father.

Mr. Prime Minister,
this is our Mother Superior.

Let's go right inside.

Sisters,

this is the Prime Minister.
Prime Minister, Sister Mary.

Sister.

Sister Faith.
Sister.

Sister Ann.
Sister.

Sister Barbara.
Sister.

In the name of the Father,
and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit,

let us pray.

Let us pray that God
will bring peace to the worid

and freedom to his church.

Lord, guide the course
of worid events

and give your church
the joy and peace of serving you in freedom.

I'm sorry, Sister.

We ask this

through our Lord Jesus Christ,
your Son

who lives and reigns
with you and the Holy Spirit

one God

For ever and ever.

Amen.

Blessed are you,
Lord God of all Creation.

For your goodness,
we have this bread to offer

which earth has given,
and human hands have made.

May it become for us
the bread of life.

Blessed are you,
Lord God of all Creation.

Through your goodness
we have this wine to offer.

Fruit of the vine,
and work of human hands,

it will become
our spiritual drink.

Blessed be God.

Get Russler out here now.

In the name of the Father,

and of the Son,
and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

What the hell
is going on?

It was a setup.
Banister was my source.

What?
Bannister set up that bomb

to throw security.
He's going to make the hit here.

Let's go.

What's going on?

The balcony!

Keep Santos here.

Ahhh!

Hold it!

Sorry, Sister.

Morning, Sister.

Good morning, sir.

Nuns don't work
on Sunday.

To scoops
and front-page bylines.

And dear friends.

Without whom
none of the rest of this stuff really matters anyway.

I know, Kate. It's not
a very good Bordeaux.

See, Higgins made me
take this stuff because...

The wine-tasting party!

Where are we going?
Come on.

I just remembered
where you could get a sip

from a $5,000 Bordeaux.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the piece de resistance:

Chateau de Maurice, 1836.

I can't hear a thing.

I wish this thing
would go louder.

This is a wine which deserves
the greatest respect.

It is testimony to our having
come a long way from Bacchus.

Enology elevated to art,

enriched further
by the hand of time.

I say there, old boy,
do you understand a word of what he's saying?

He said
it's all good stuff.

Oh.

The cork is sound.
Your glasses, please.

Oh, I got to hear this.
Come on, T.C.,

find a way to turn
the volume up. How?

Hi, guys.

Thomas, is this how
you turn the volume up?

Oh, no!

What's that hissing noise?

Bye, guys.
Magnum!

You irresponsible cretin!

I might be dumb
but I ain't stupid. Let's go.

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