All language subtitles for Magnum, P.I. 7 (1987) 18 - Laura

Michael Doheny,
Thomas Magnum.

Drop the gun
on the floor!

So far you run
a lousy investigation!

That's all you got to say?
"We got off to a bad start"?

Thomas!

Wait a minute!
We just wanna talk to you!

There was no runaway kid.
There never was.

You got ten seconds to tell me
everything you know about Geiger.

We'd better find Geiger
before he does.

I don't think Doheny
plans to take him back.

I didn't give him
my phone number. No way.

Laura, don't play
with the ball inside, okay?

Go watch TV
or something.

So what about you
passing notes to Reza, huh?

That geek?
Get out of here!

What do you think I am,
a total moron?

I'd rather swap
spit with Godzilla.

What was in the note?

Come on,
you can tell me!

Oh!

You're kidding!
I don't believe it!

I never said that!

For 15 years people have been
telling me to get out of the Bronx.

Telling me the old neighborhood
is going to the dogs.

Well as far as
I'm concerned,

the whole kit and caboodle can
go to Hades in a handbasket!

But it's my neighborhood,
and I'm here to stay.

You tell 'em!
Yeah!

There isn't a one of you here
wouldn't have left here long ago

if it hadn't been
for one man.

A man who gave a damn for
more than 25 years of service.

A man who set out every day

to show the scum
and the lowlife

who would like to take over
this neighborhood

that decent people had a right to
live in this neighborhood without fear.

Yeah!

Well,

I can tell you that this
neighborhood's gonna be a lot emptier

without Detective Sergeant
Michael Doheny.

Doheny! Doheny! Doheny!

All right, all right.

All right!

I love him, too.

So here he is, Detective
Sergeant Michael Doheny.

Give 'em hell, Dad.
I will.

Dad, what is it?

Nothing at all.
Do I get the first dance?

You bet.

You were a great
partner, my boy.

And if I had known that something
as sweet and as nice as this

was gonna happen tonight,

I would've retired
a long time ago.

I wanna be serious
for a second to tell you

how delighted I am,
and how honored...

...I am

that this evening was put
together in my honor, my behalf.

And I thank you for
your presence tonight,

I thank you for your love
and for your affection,

and I wish you all
the merriest of Christmases,

a lot of warmth in your homes,

and my daughter and myself

wish you the best
of New Years

and good health,
and God bless you all.

This is with great love
and admiration

from the men and women
of the 41st.

Aw!

Don't move.
I'm on my way. Here I come.

Hi. It's me again.

Well. One thing about being
a Private Investigator is,

you can't really go out
and look for work.

You have to wait for
the client to come to you.

Hey, Thomas?

Rick! You just ruined my tape!

Gee, I'm sorry. I didn't think
you'd be doing anything important.

What is that? Some kind
of case you're working on?

In a way. Well, put it away, buddy boy.

Because I got something
really hot for you.

You're gonna thank me for
this, Thomas. I got you a job.

A job?

As in "employment."

You're offering me a job? I'm
offering you a piece of cake.

Oh! Really?

Well, I'm kind of
involved in this project.

I'm behind schedule,
so thanks anyway.

We're only talking
two days' work.

Hi! It's me again.

Forget this project, Thomas,
Hey, turn on...

unless you wanna blow $10,000. $10,000?

Cash!
Turn off the tape.

I told you you'd thank me, Thomas.

Hey, Thomas, you don't
have a tape in there.

What?

What kind of legitimate job

pays $10,000
for two days' work?

A missing person.

No.

No, no.

No.

Missing persons is the
worst kind of case there is.

You spend years
and thousands of dollars

trying to track
somebody down

who probably doesn't
wanna be found.

No. Thanks anyway,
but no thanks.

I don't believe it.
I don't believe it!

This guy comes
into my club

wanting to know who the
best P.I. In the Islands is,

I do a whole
song-and-dance number

convincing him
that you're the guy,

'cause I happen to know
that you could use $10,000.

This is the thanks I get? You don't
wanna follow up one crummy lead?

One lead?

I knew you'd come
to your senses.

We gotta be at the Waikiki
Royale Hotel for 12:30...

I'm not gonna drop everything
just to do this thing.

We could still make it
if I drive.

Rick.

What exactly are you
getting out of this?

Just a real small
finder's fee.

And the good
feeling inside

when I know that I
helped out a pal.

The missing person's name
is Kenneth Geiger,

5'10", 5'11",
light complexion,

no identifying marks.

Rick,
try to relax.

Try to be
a little more natural.

You try and drive, looking
in a camera and talk,

and be natural,
all at the same time.

Okay, I'll fill it in
with narration later.

Yeah. What's that
documentary for, anyway?

It's just a little film I said
I'd do. It's nothing, really.

Can't talk about it, huh?

The missing kid's name is
Kenneth Geiger. What else?

Well I didn't get
all the details

except that he's a rich kid
who stole the family jewels

and ran off with a buddy
of his by the name of Dusty

Hi.
Something or another.

Well, naturally
they want the kid back.

Or the jewels.

Thomas, you're
getting cynical.

It comes from not having a full-time job.

Okay, they want
the kid.

Anyway, the P.I.
That the family hired

followed the kids all the
way back here to Honolulu,

then he lost
the trail.

That's where
you and I come in.

Thomas, are you
listening to me?

Uh, yeah. The trail
got cold in Honolulu.

What's that got
to do with us?

This Kenneth Geiger,

he worked for us briefly at the
King Kamehameha Club as a lifeguard.

Yeah?

Well, he quit
a couple of weeks ago.

I made a few calls
to a couple of hotels,

and I found out
that he's working at...

Oh, the Waikiki Royale.

All we gotta do
is pick the kid up,

deliver him to the P. I.,
and collect the money.

Like I said,
it's a piece of cake.

Right.

I talked to the guy who
hires all the poolside help.

I told him that we had to
ask him a couple of questions.

Why didn't you
just give his name

to the private investigator
who's looking for Geiger?

Oh yeah? And have him walk
away with all the money?

No way!
Excuse me.

Give me this camera,
I'll put it in the trunk.

No, no, come on. Let's get
this over with. Come on.

Thanks.

Well,
would you ask him to...

Wait a minute.
Just tell him...

Tell him I need him to come
to work at 4:00 today, okay?

Okay, thanks.
Willie Clayton?

Huh?

I'm Thomas Magnum. I believe
we had an appointment?

Yeah, at 12:30?
I called you on the phone.

Oh, yeah, yeah, you're the,
uh... Rick Wright, his associate.

The P. I., right!

That's Private Investigator.
Sit down.

Drink?
No, thanks.

Smitty, bring
a round of...

What'll it be, boys?
I guess I'll have a beer.

Old Dusseldorf
in a longneck.

Yeah, yeah. Beers!
Beers all around, okay?

Well, what can I do
for you boys?

We're looking
for a young man,

we think he might be
working for you,

his name is Kenneth Geiger.

Dick Shusha,
the new manager,

he put you up to this,
didn't he?

We're not up
to anything!

You filming this?

No, no, take it easy.
Listen, I got nothing to hide.

I will tell that
to Shusha myself.

We're not trying to film
anything. We're just...

Okay, all right,
all right, look.

How much will it take
to convince you

to give Shusha
a good report on me, huh?

You'll take my IOU,
won't you?

We're not working for
anybody named Shusha.

You're really just
looking for Geiger?

You know him?

Hey, do I owe
you boys an apology!

Clayton.

Do you know
Kenneth Geiger?

Uh, Geiger, Geiger...

Yeah, I...
I might. I might.

You might.

Well, if it's, you know,
real important to you.

He's supposed to
call in tomorrow.

I'll find out where he is and
I'll give you guys a buzz, okay?

What...

You got ten seconds to tell me
everything you know about Geiger

or you'll no longer
have a neck.

Oh, no!

You know him?

Hey! Come here!

My camera!

He's the P.I.
That hired you!

You work
for that guy?

No! Wait.

Where is Kenneth Geiger?

He's living at the Kalakaua Towers. Honest!

Okay, let's grab a car.

Hey, Doheny.

Michael Doheny,
Thomas Magnum.

Nobody move!

Drop the gun
on the floor!

Can you take a little
constructive criticism, Mr. Magnum?

Drop the gun
on the floor!

So far you run
a lousy investigation!

All right,
so we got off to a bad start.

That's all
you got to say?

"We got off
to a bad start"?

Anybody can make
a mistake!

No, no, you didn't
make a mistake.

You tailed us there
on purpose,

you started a fight
on purpose,

you pulled a gun
on purpose.

I wouldn't be surprised if you
got us thrown into jail on purpose.

You didn't make
one single mistake.

I'm talking about you.

Me?
Yeah, you!

I mean, there you were,
running around,

not knowing
exactly what to do,

meanwhile, Clayton is giving you a double
drop job and you didn't even see it.

I saw it!
What's a double drop?

You never heard
of a double drop?

Uh-uh.

You pay Clayton
to give you information,

and then Geiger pays him

not to give you
the information.

Got it?

Exactly.

And you knew
that he was doing that?

Double drop!

Well, like I always say,
anybody can make a mistake.

At least I got
the address.

Well, that's probably
a phony!

Yeah, but it's a place
to start, isn't it?

And if you wanna
go on with this thing,

think I should mention that you
could come up with a $20,000 reward

if we find the boy.

We do wanna go on.

$20,000 reward?

Look, I told you that I was gonna
get a small finder's fee. I mean...

All right, you take 15,
I'll take five.

After all,
you are the professional.

You got the address.
What do you need us for?

You got any children
of your own?

If you did, you'd know what
it means to wake up one morning

and find that
one of them disappeared.

I think I do.

Kenneth Geiger's parents
are friends of mine.

And they sent me over here
to find their son.

I find myself in kind of a
strange neighborhood for me.

So Junior, here, told me that
you're pretty good in what you do.

Oh, he usually is.

Oh, I checked it out. He's better
than "pretty good. " He's damn good.

Well, that's nice to hear.

I'd appreciate it
a great deal

if you would help me
find this boy.

If you will,
you'd make me very happy.

If you don't want to,
okay, I understand that.

Sorry for the mix-up, guys.

Oh! Hey, that's okay,
Lieutenant. It happens.

I wasn't talking
to you.

Listen, my...

My men were real
embarrassed to find out

that they had arrested
a New York cop...

No, a retired cop.

Well, even so.

I took care of all the papers for your, uh,

gun permit.

Lieutenant, I don't want
anything special done for me.

My pleasure. But I thank
you for it. Thank you.

Excuse us.

Thank you.

Well, I guess you and Doheny
can take it from here.

I'll get the camera fixed as soon
as I get it out of the shop, Thomas.

You're gonna thank me
for this, eventually.

I hope.

I know what you're
thinking, and you're right.

I couldn't think of one good
reason for me to stay on this case.

I mean, besides the money,
of course.

Which was considerable.

But even so, there had to be
something more than money.

And that something was retired
detective Michael Doheny.

Is spite of the mix-up, there was
something intriguing about him.

I'm gonna give you
a piece of advice for free.

When you're dealing
with an informant,

you gotta let him know you
mean business. You got it?

If you're talking about
the guy you pulled a gun on,

he isn't an informant.

He is an informant.
You just didn't recognize it.

You stick with me, and you'll learn
something about that kind of stuff.

Look, he would've
told you anything

to get you to take your gun out of his ribs.

The gun gets him
to tell the truth.

And they haven't got time
to think up a lie.

Aha! 1207. See?

Thomas!

Wait a minute!
We just wanna talk to you!

Head him off!
Yeah!

Looks like I won't be able to keep
my promise to his parents after all.

Not now, Higgins.

Hey, sorry I took so long.

But I just got Rick's message
an hour ago.

I had some important paperwork to
finish up before I could come over.

What message?

Well, he said that you broke
Robin Masters' video camera

and that you needed a loaner right
away for some important documentary.

Oh!

Check.

Oh. He said it had to do with your work.

Yeah, that's right,
it does.

Well, then feel free
to use mine.

Well, thanks, T.C.

Hey, what are friends for?

How many people do you think
will see this documentary?

I don't know. I haven't
really thought about it.

Artistic content
is important.

Any commercial value
will have to come second.

Commercial value?

Well, I thought that usually, when
you wanna get someplace on the Island,

you rely on T.C.'s
Island Hoppers.

So I assumed that you might want
a shot or two of the helicopter.

Well that is
a good idea, T.C.

Great! There are some things
about this camera you need to know.

Now this is
the auto-focuslmanual button.

Always check with this
before you start.

You know, there's one thing
I can't figure out...

Oh, there's not much to figure
with this camera.

Back light. High light.
Zoom lens.

A rich kid
runs away from home

and hangs out in Hawaii
for three months.

What's the worst thing that can
happen if he's caught and sent home?

Is this part of
the documentary?

I mean, his parents aren't gonna put him
in jail for stealing the family jewelry,

and he didn't look
that young.

So if he's not a minor,

I don't think they can legally
force him to go back anyway,

not if he doesn't
wanna go.

Then there's no problem.

Well, that's what
I was thinking.

So why would he risk his life
running out in traffic

rather than talk
to Doheny?

Who's Doheny?
And why didn't he have a tan?

Doheny?
Kenneth Geiger.

He's been working as a
life guard for three months.

How can you do that
and not have a tan?

You've been reading
too many detective novels!

Yeah?

Maybe you're right, T.C.

Lieutenant Page, please.
Thomas Magnum.

Lieutenant?

Thank you.

Page here.
It's Magnum.

Magnum! You just
saved me a call.

Is Doheny with you?

No. Did you get an ID
on the body we brought over?

Sure did.
Was it Geiger?

No.

The deceased's name
was Dustin Murray.

Now you would think
a smart New York cop

like Doheny would know that
this wasn't the guy he was after.

Yeah, you'd think so.

Or a smart P.I. Like you

would tell me what he knows
about this.

I'm not hearing anything.

Checkmate.

So where's Doheny?

Magnum! Where's Doheny?

Sorry to disappoint you,
Doheny.

It's only me.

Well, as long
as you're in,

why don't you
shut the door?

I assume that you know that I'm not
trying to cut you out of any reward money.

There's no reward money.

I had an interesting
conversation with Lieutenant Page.

It turns out the young man
we chased into the street

wasn't Kenneth Geiger
after all.

But then you knew that,
didn't you?

Being such a close friend
of the family and all.

What do you want?

What do I want?
I want the truth!

Well, there's truth
and there's truth.

Don't give me that!

There was no runaway kid.
There never was.

What there is, is an unsolved homicide
in Detective Doheny's district.

Oh, probably
more than one.

A homicide committed
by two young men.

Kenneth Geiger and Dustin
Murray, according to NYPD.

I figure that leaves us
with a homicide detective

with a murder case he couldn't
solve before he was forced to retire.

How am I doing so far?

You're getting better.

You just couldn't stand to
let one get away, could you?

You know what I think?

I think you should take a
good look at this photograph

of the little girl
they killed.

They raped her,

they beat her to a pulp,

and they tossed her
into an alley

and left her there
to die.

You could have told me.

Twenty-twenty
hindsight.

You know, if Geiger
hasn't shown up by now,

he may not be coming back.

Oh, no, no, no.
He'll be back.

You can make a bet
on it.

Because he ain't
going nowhere

without this stuff.

Passport,

check book,

Some cash...

Oh, no,
not you again!

Hey, listen, I didn't do anything, all right?

Just let me out of here.

Okay! Now what're you
gonna do?

What're you gonna do?

Where is Kenneth Geiger?

I think you better
tell him.

I thought it might be...
Where is Kenneth Geiger?

I thought it might be worth some money to
let him know you guys were looking for him!

So he gave me $500...
Where is Kenneth Geiger?

The banyan tree. International
Marketplace. 9:00.

Oh!
Oh, my goodness!

Oh, dear,
how clumsy of me.

Hey! My bike!

I guess this means we
won't be getting the 20,000.

Not that I care myself.

But I was really
thinking about you.

According to Lieutenant
Page, Geiger has a habit.

Somebody's been
selling to him.

I was thinking somebody
knows where he is.

Yeah, it's possible, I guess. But you
gotta figure out where the dealer is.

Well, I was thinking
maybe you could do that.

Me? How am I gonna
figure that out?

You make a few phone calls,
you ask a few questions.

You did get me into this
in the first place, you know.

Okay! I've got this
all figured out.

Tomorrow I've got a tour
of the Islands lined up.

You can get some shots of me
taking off and landing.

Oh, and Thursday
I've got a cargo run.

You can go along, and
maybe get some aerial shots.

That should give it
some class.

And then a week from Tuesday, I'm getting
a commendation from the Tourist Board.

Wouldn't hurt to get
a couple of shots of that...

T. C., what are you
talking about?

The documentary?

T. C., the documentary's
gonna have to wait.

Something's come up.
It's important.

Oh.

Well,

maybe I can cancel the tour
and the cargo run.

Well, postpone it,
anyway.

Thanks.

You think you can do that
for me? What are you gonna do?

Go see Lieutenant Page. There's still
something about this case that's bothering me.

Where's Doheny? Where I
can keep an eye on him!

Just outside Moscow,
in the dead of winter.

Lieutenant Baneworthy and I had been
sent to Russia on a fact-finding mission.

Well, you can imagine two young
men sent off to an exotic locale

for the first time
in their lives,

especially a place
as romantic

as the homeland
of Fyodor Dostoyevsky

and Peter llich
Tchaikovsky.

I'm not a very good listener
tonight. I guess I'm tired.

I suppose I should turn in.

Of course.

But I think you'll find
this quite interesting.

I shall never forget
one Russian infantryman

I saw returning
from the front.

A young man who had
survived ferocious fighting,

only to find that his wife and infant son

had died of starvation
in his absence.

He started beating his fist
against a brick wall.

Over and over
and over.

Until every bone
in his hand was crushed.

It almost seemed that some
primal force in him believed

that if he could break
through that brick wall,

he could undo what war and
nature had done to his family.

Of course, he only succeeded
in destroying his hand.

It was the only thing
he could do.

Yes. I see your point.

Well, I think you'll be
quite comfortable here.

Oh, I'm sure.

And I thank you
for your help.

Good night.
Night.

Why should I
give you anything?

Because you need me
as much as I need you.

Oh! And suppose
for one moment that's true.

What is it that
you can give me?

Come on, Page.
What've you got to lose?

Okay, I got a police report,
41st Precinct, NYPD.

There was an arrest
on Geiger.

His parents put up the bail, and
him and his pal Murray skipped town.

Where's the report?

You know better
than that!

Look, Lieutenant, I don't know
exactly what I'm looking for

but I tell you what, if I don't
find it, I'll get out of your way.

I'm gotta go for coffee.

Naturally, I'm gonna
have to ask you

not to look at the official
police report while I'm gone.

You understand?

Naturally.

The $20,000 reward is from
Doheny's retirement fund.

Yeah?
Look at this.

I read it. The girl's mother went
to the hospital after the murder.

Understandable.

Look at her name.

"Marion D. O'Hara."

Look at her maiden name.

Marion...

Doheny O'Hara.

The little girl? Laura?

She was Doheny's
granddaughter?

Robin Masters' estate.

Higgins, I need
to talk to Doheny.

Have you any idea
what time it is?

I'm quite certain he has
retired for the evening.

It's important!

Very well.

But while I have you on the line,
don't forget that tomorrow is trash day.

Mr. Doheny?

Thanks, Higgins.

Doheny is gone.

We'd better find Geiger
before he does.

I don't think Doheny
plans to take him back.

He's a police officer. What
makes you come to that conclusion?

The system
failed him once.

I don't think he's gonna
give it a second chance.

Wait, hold on
a minute, dude.

I suppose you have an idea
where to start looking for him.

I might.

I'll give you
anything you want.

My parents will pay.

Anything you ask.

Look, it won't do you any good
to take me back anyway, man!

My lawyers will get me
off. You know they will.

I'll say Dusty did it.

What difference
does it make to you?

She was my granddaughter!

You slimy bastard!

You beat her face
to a pulp,

you broke her body
down to nothing at all,

and then you threw her in
an alley and left her to die!

And I'm gonna do
the same thing to you.

Doheny!

What happened here?

Geiger had a knife.

Hey, Doheny.

Your gun permit?

It just expired.

Hi. I'm Thomas Magnum.

I'll bet it's pretty cold
back there in Tidewater.

It never gets cold in Hawaii.

I'm Billy's uncle, and he
asked me to make this tape

about a day in the life
of a private investigator

for him to bring
to show-and-tell.

Okay. Well, one thing about
being a private investigator is,

you can't really go out
and look for work.

You have to wait for
the client to come to you.

And sometimes they find you
in the Yellow Pages,

sometimes they hear about you
from a friend,

and sometimes they just
kind of stumble across you.

It doesn't really matter
how they find you, I guess.

The important thing is

that they find you.

Now, you probably think that every
case I take is really an exciting one.

Well, to tell you the truth,

there are some cases
you forget

the day after
you finish them.

And there are others

you'll probably never forget.

We got 'em, honey.

We got 'em.