It's funny the things a grown man will do for a living.
Especially me.
Take this morning, I'm breaking into Robin Masters's estate.
You know, the writer. The one with all those best sellers.
All that money.
No, that's not Robin. That's ex-Sergeant Major Higgins.
He's sort of the majordomo around here.
Robin flies in once or twice a year.
The rest of the time the estate is open to his friends.
Higgins's job is to see that they're well bedded,
fed, watered and protected.
Zeus! Apollo! At your posts, lads!
Me? I live here too. So, why am I breaking in?
Well, I made a deal with Robin to run a series of security checks
in exchange for living free in the guesthouse.
First check was to try and steal the Ferrari.
I thought I made a pretty good deal.
Then I met Higgins.
He takes his job much too seriously.
Morning, me beauties.
Like I said, funny the things a grown man will do for a living.
But I've done funnier.
Go, lads!
Hi, guys.
Zeus? Apollo?
Don't look at the dogs, work the lock.
Work the lock. Work the lock. Don't look at the dogs.
You looked at the dogs.
Sometimes everything goes exactly as planned.
Sometimes it doesn't.
Overnight, Higgins had installed an alarm system.
It activated the moment I opened the door,
which meant I had less than a minute to figure the combination.
After that, a siren would go off, the fuel pump would lock
and it would take nitro to move Robin's Ferrari.
- Hi. - Hi.
- You here for the weekend? - Yeah.
It's a great place. You'll love it. It's got everything.
You wouldn't happen to know the combination of this alarm, would you?
Are you stealing Robin's car?
Uh, no. Well, sort of, but it's okay.
It's a security check. It's just sort of a game.
Higgins would have picked a number that he was familiar with,
like the address.
Or the zip code.
Or maybe his social security number.
You know his social security number?
No.
The phone.
He used Robin Masters' personal phone number.
No!
I'd invite you girls to breakfast,
but I gotta pick up a buddy flying in from Tokyo.
Don't worry, Higgins. I'll drive careful.
Higgins, you yo-yo.
Give it up, lads.
If you're wondering how I could be so sure
the combination was the phone number,
if it wasn't, Higgins would have won.
And fate just wouldn't do that to me.
Welcome to Oahu.
Although you are military personnel and Hickam is a military field,
you'll still have to go through U.S. Customs,
which won't look the other way just because we're both paid by Uncle Sam.
So, if you're carrying any illegal souvenirs from Japan,
I suggest you leave them on the aircraft.
This briefcase your only luggage, lieutenant?
That's it.
- You have a release for these? - They're photocopies.
But of what, lieutenant? I don't read Japanese.
I guess it's okay.
Thanks.
What's he, C.I.A.?
N.I.A. The Navy's version.
Might be a few minutes late picking Dan up,
but, uh, when he saw the Ferrari, he'd forgive me.
- Ski! - Lieutenant Magnum.
It's not lieutenant anymore, Ski.
You know, I haven't seen you since you beached yourself,
what, uh, four, five months ago?
More like a year.
I heard you're playing like a detective.
Investigator, Ski.
Private investigator.
Look. Lieutenant Cook's comin' in from Tokyo on a max flight.
I gotta pick him up. If I go through Hickam's main gate,
I'm gonna be filling out paper till next Sunday.
No sweat, lieutenant.
This oughta get you just about anywhere on Pearl or Hickam.
Thanks, Ski.
Nice set of wheels you got here. Where'd you steal her?
What makes you think she isn't mine?
- No! - Geez.
Halt. Are you Lieutenant Cook?
Sir.
Captain Cooly would like to see you right away, sir.
- Captain Cooly. What, now? - Yes, sir.
Uh, I have a vehicle waiting right here, sir.
Magnum.
Pull over, driver. That's the guy that's meeting me.
How did he get that car?
I said pull over, driver.
Can't do that, lieutenant.
What do you mean you can't do that?
Ow! Ow! Ow!
Have a nice day, brahda.
Magnum! Mag--
I understand, sir, that the medical examiners here
got all the tough cases from Vietnam.
The ones they couldn't identify through dog tags and dental records.
You know, they put a name on everybody? Every single one.
It's probably the first time in the history of warfare
every K.I.A. has been identified.
- Too damn bad. - Beg your pardon, sir?
There'll be no monuments erected to the boys that fought in Vietnam.
Hippies have seen to that.
The most we could expect was to share in a little glory
to have buried an unidentified body from that war
besides the others at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
These medical examiners deprived us of that, ensign.
I see what you mean, sir.
There is evidence of a small abdominal wall hematoma,
suggesting blunt-force trauma.
He may have been punched in the stomach.
Almost done, captain.
Found a cause of death yet?
Massive pulmonary edema and cyanosis,
probably induced by cocaine.
What?
We found a dozen plastic packets in his stomach.
Some of them burst. I'm having them analyzed now,
but odds are they contained cocaine.
How did packets of cocaine get into Lieutenant Cook's stomach?
It happens all the time, I'm afraid.
Swallow the packets before boarding the plane,
then retrieve the packets from the digestive system.
Uh, it's a foolproof way of smuggling everything
from dope to diamonds.
Are you sure it's cocaine?
I'm waiting for the tox screen and the residue analysis to confirm it.
This is going to be very hard on Admiral Cook.
His father is Admiral Raleigh Cook?
Uh, yes, sir.
Does the admiral have to be informed of... all the details, sir?
What do you suggest, Ensign? We tell him his son swallowed
a dozen cocaine packets by mistake?
No, sir. I mean, the lieutenant's dead.
I just thought we could get around some of the details.
It could be done, captain,
unless Admiral Cook pushed for more information.
We could release it as an accidental overdose, which of course it was.
I don't think he planned on the packets bursting.
Ensign Healy, first thing in the morning,
I wanna draw up a letter of recommendation.
- Sir? - I'm gonna recommend
Lieutenant Cook's military rights and benefits be revoked.
This officer died in the commission of a felony.
He disgraced his uniform.
If he were alive, I'd court-martial him and I'd deep-six him.
His being dead doesn't change that, no matter whose son he is.
Good night, gentlemen.
I don't know what you did to your C.O., son,
but you sure ticked him off.
Hi, guys. Higgins!
Zeus! Apollo! Bad dogs!
Let the nice man out of the car.
Oh, it's all right. The dogs will stay with us.
They seem to like you.
Ja.
Uh, why don't they like me?
Mr. Higgins doesn't like you, and they're his dogs.
I think he tells them bad things about you.
I think you're right.
Zeus! Apollo! Where are you, lads?
It's all right, Higgins. They're with me.
Right.
Thanks for the escort.
Now that I'm safely home, you can go back to your swim.
The tidal pool sure looks good in the moonlight.
Yes, it's going to be nice to get out of the suits and back in the water.
Yeah, why don't you join us?
Oh, sure, great. I'll just get my trunks.
If you wish.
Pearl Harbor Naval Base.
Uh, Lieutenant Cook, Bachelor Officers' Quarters, please.
- One moment, please. - It's extension number-- No, wait.
Hello?
Lieutenant Cook's quarters.
You're gonna wish you didn't stand me up at the airport, old buddy.
Who's this?
This is Magnum. Who are you?
Magnum, this is Ensign Healy.
I came aboard a couple weeks before you left, remember?
Oh, Healy, yeah. L.S.U. quarterback, right?
Right.
Well, put Lieutenant Cook on, will ya?
I'm sorry, Magnum, I can't. He's dead.
Magnum? Did you hear me?
Homeward Angel, do you read me?
Homeward Angel. Homeward Angel, do you read me?
- Hi, guys. - Magnum, you're late again.
You know, Dan, I've been thinking.
Yeah, I know. You wanna resign.
Well, it's not that I don't appreciate what the Navy's done for me --
college education,
foreign travel, nice uniform.
Magnum, every time we get shot up, you wanna resign.
You think I'm crazy, huh?
Hell, no. The reason I'm here
is because my old man expects it out of me.
Phillipe and Pepe don't know anything else.
They've been fighting Charlie since they were 10.
Eight.
Homeward Angel, do you read me?
You got nothing holding you.
You put in your tour. You can get out.
- Can't do that. - Why not?
We're a team. Can't split up the team.
Only thing keeping you guys alive is me.
Wonder if T.C. forgot to set his alarm again.
...Washington, D.C. and San Francisco
is now arriving at Gate 7 on the upper concourse.
All night long, one thought ran over and over through my head.
If I'd been on time, maybe...
somehow I could have saved Dan's life.
Made meeting his father and sister even tougher.
Admiral Cook I could talk to, but Alice.
What do you say to your buddy's kid sister?
Nancy Swindell, please report to Baggage Checkpoint "A."
Nancy Swindell, to Baggage Check "A."
Alice?
Thomas.
You look terrific. Doesn't he look terrific?
T-Terrific. And big too.
Oh, yeah. Tom always was a big'un.
Where's your father?
Washington. Senate hearings.
Oh, um, Thomas Magnum, I'd like you to meet Sam.
Uh, Jones. Sam Jones. Industrial grommets.
That's right. Sam Jones, "indrustial gommets."
Thomas Magnum, Sam Jones.
Tom.
Oh!
We had just a little too much to drink.
Let's get your bags and some air.
Uh, here, listen. I was going to get her bags.
I didn't know her boyfriend was meeting her.
Are you my boyfriend, Thomas?
Well, are you?
The first time we were stationed at Pearl,
I was four and Dan was nine.
That was when Dad had command of, uh--
I don't even remember. Which carrier was that, Thomas?
- The Princeton. - That's right. The Sweet Pea.
I remember Mom had to-- had to join Dad a little bit before us,
so they could find a place for us to live and everything.
And that meant that--that Dan and I got to fly out all by ourselves.
Dan and Alice. Just--
Alice and Dan.
All the way from Aunt Helen's in Columbus, Ohio
to Honolulu, O'ahu.
God, I was so scared.
- You know what Dan did? - What'd he do, Alice?
He held my hand.
For 14 hours, he held my hand.
Just so that I wouldn't be scared.
All the way from Columbus to Hawaii.
I don't think I ever thanked him for that.
Something just went out of Dad when he got the word.
Something I don't think will ever come back.
Suddenly he's old.
Come on, Alice. The admiral will outlive us both.
No. No, he won't, Tom.
It's terrible to say this, but I think if--
If Dan had died when the two of you were in Vietnam,
Dad could have handled that.
Not like this.
For God's sake, Alice, you don't believe what Cooly released to the press?
That's just to let the people who murdered Dan think they got away with it.
Did Captain Cooly tell you that?
Alice, the Navy and I aren't exactly on speaking terms since I resigned,
but it's the only thing that makes sense.
Tom,
Dad was officially informed by Captain Cooly
that Dan died when drugs he was smuggling in his stomach
got absorbed into his system.
The Navy's not even gonna let us bury him with military honors.
That's crazy.
What did Cooly say when the admiral called him?
Dad never called.
Alice, your father is a retired war hero.
He's a flag officer to boot.
Now he could get the Seventh Fleet moved here
if that's what it took to find Dan's killers.
Sure he could, but he won't.
- For God's sake, why not? - Because what if it's true?
What if Dan was smuggling?
I don't believe you said that.
I did not say it.
My father said it.
Tom, look.
Part of Dad knows that Dan could never do anything like that.
But that other part of him, that Navy part of him,
that military man just cannot disbelieve an official report
that is signed by Captain Cooly
and a Navy doctor and half a dozen other people.
Now you tell me, are they all lying?
I don't know. Maybe.
But we'll never find out if somebody doesn't challenge them.
Well, it is not going to be Dad.
You mean he's just going to accept that report?
Yes.
But he's hoping you won't.
Excu-- Excuse me!
What's this crap about Dan Cook smuggling coke?
- Sorry, sir. He never stopped. - It's all right. It's all right.
It's all right. Now return to your desk, Bellman.
You know, Magnum, one of my fondest memories
will always be the day you resigned your commission.
Watching the shore patrol toss your butt off this station--
You want to tell me why you're writing Dan off,
or do you want the shore patrol to charge me with assault?
Oh, for God's sakes. You don't actually believe
that Dan Cook swallowed a dozen packets of coke
to smuggle it in the Islands, do you?
It's rather disgusting when you think about it, but yes.
And it's rather stupid, considering his N.I.A. clearance
could have got him past any custom check in the free world.
He wasn't in Tokyo on an N.I.A. investigation
because I didn't assign him anything that would take him beyond the main gate.
It's right in the report there.
I don't give a damn what's in the report!
Dan Cook was in Tokyo on a Navy investigation,
not to smuggle.
How do you know that?
Because he wired me in Tokyo to pick him up at the airport.
He said he was on an important case. He wanted my help.
What case?
I don't know. He never met me.
You don't know?
You barge into this office. You threaten me.
You accuse me of not doing my duty, and all you can say is you don't know.
Captain Cooly, look.
I realize that you never liked Dan or me,
but you can't let a petty jealousy interfere--
Petty jealousy? Petty?
Here. Look. You see this?
It took me three wars and 30 years to earn this.
That's 30 years of sweating, of bleeding,
laughing at stupid admirals' jokes,
volunteering to serve on the rust buckets of this Navy.
I figured it'd take the two of you half that to make captain.
What are you? Hmm? Are you smarter than me?
Are you better sailors? More dedicated officers?
No. I'll tell you what you were, mister.
- You were connected. - Captain Cooly.
Who got the two of you appointed to Annapolis?
Who got your Navy Crosses approved?
Who was gonna get you your scrambled eggs
in half the time it takes to earn them?
I'll tell you who -- Admiral Raleigh Cook, that's who.
Now not covering up for his son may seem like petty jealousy to you, mister,
but to me, it's poetic justice.
Now, since you are no longer a part of this man's Navy,
get your butt off this station.
If you ever show it here again, I'm gonna charge you with everything
from espionage to indecent exposure.
You hear me, mister?
Loud and clear.
Dan Cook was murdered, and I'm gonna prove it.
And when I do, you can kiss those gold stripes
you spent 30 years egg-sucking' for goodbye.
Hey, L.S.U., buy you a beer?
Ah, sorry, late for a date.
Maybe some other time. See y'all later.
Come on, one beer!
Come on, Magnum. Gimme a break, will ya?
I told you he wasn't on any official investigation in Tokyo.
Oh, come on.
He didn't fly up and back in 24 hours on an R&R.
Magnum, he was smuggling coke.
Dan Cook and I ate, played, worked and damn near died together.
He was closer to me than a brother,
and I'm telling you he wasn't a coke runner.
Okay, okay, okay. Just calm down.
What do you want from me?
I want Dan's case files.
I don't believe this.
Look, Magnum, I can get my butt in big trouble just talking to you.
I didn't know Lieutenant Cook all that well.
We served in the same outfit, that's all.
He seemed like a real nice guy, but he wasn't a close friend.
And I'm not gonna risk scuttling my naval career
by hacking off the C.O., okay?
Okay. So he wasn't a buddy.
He was a fellow officer, and somebody killed him.
I don't know that.
I saw the autopsy report.
How do you explain the fact that he had bruises on his stomach lining?
Somebody punched him.
Maybe he tripped and fell against something.
On his stomach?
Okay, okay.
Well, I mean, even if he was punched, so what?
Nobody stuffs 10 ounces of coke down your gut just to kill ya.
Come on. It's worth too much.
What if 10 ounces is nothing compared to what you could sell on the market?
Come on, Magnum. That's really reaching.
- Don't you think? - Yeah, but it's possible.
Okay, okay, Magnum. I'll admit. It's possible.
All right then, help me.
At least tell me what Dan was working on.
Nothing. At least nothing important.
Captain Cooly treated Lieutenant Cook like some wet-behind-the-ears ensign.
He had him doing all kinds of things. Checking out footlocker thefts,
penny-ante pilfering, uh, falsified dependent claims.
I mean, every petty job except scraping barnacles.
Maybe that's why I never got to know him that well.
He was always on the old man's list,
and I wasn't about to make it by association,
- if you know what I mean. - Yeah, I know.
But I also know that Dan Cook was in Tokyo on official business,
no matter what Cooly says.
Now there had to be something in Japan that N.I.A. was investigating.
Nothing. Oh, excuse me.
There was a 30-year-old Japanese Zero.
What Zero?
A couple months ago, some kids were skin-diving off one of the Islands.
They came across some old aircraft wreckage.
We were called in to investigate.
It turned out to be a Zero shot down during the attack on Pearl Harbor.
Maybe Lieutenant Cook was in Tokyo to give the Japanese the details.
I don't know.
He wasn't working on any drug cases?
Anything big?
Captain Cooly wouldn't give him anything big.
Look, Healy, I don't wanna ruin your career. I just--
Look. If you won't give me Dan's case files,
will you at least call me if you hear anything?
Okay, Magnum.
I just hope I don't end up on the beach.
See you, Magnum.
I understand.
Hmm.
You're making a mess. Look at that.
- What'd he say? - Kill him.
Okay.
- Is that better? - Yeah.
Hey, he's taking the freeway.
Okay, okay, I'll catch him at the next on-ramp.
Despite what Ensign Healy said,
Dan's death had to be connected to some case he was investigating.
It was the only thing that made sense.
Either that or he had been smuggling coke, and that was impossible.
I'd known Dan too long,
put my life in his hands too many times in 'Nam
not to know exactly what he could and couldn't do.
He could no more smuggle coke than breathe underwater.
No, the connection,
the reason for his murder, was somewhere in his case files.
And if Healy wouldn't give 'em to me, I'd steal 'em.
Alice's flight home with Dan's body would be taking off about now.
Part of me wished I was with her.
I didn't know what I could do to help.
Maybe just hold her hand.
About the time my heart started again,
I realized whoever was on my tail, didn't have enough car to catch me,
so I started worrying about wrecking the Ferrari.
I know it's crazy, but that's what was going through my head.
How could I pay for a totaled 60,000 buck Ferrari?
Then I quit worrying.
It would take all night to explain to 5-O
why a couple of yo-yos with a machine gun tried to kill me.
Especially since I didn't know.
And since there was nothing I could do for them,
I decided to do the best thing for me --
Get the hell outta there.
I don't want you to think I was scared or anything.
Of course, I didn't go over 35 the rest of the way home.
After being nearly killed on the Pali Highway,
tangling with Zeus and Apollo was gonna seem like child's play.
At least they didn't have guns.
Zeus? Apollo?
Hi, guys.
Zeus?
Apollo?
Zeus?
Apollo? Hi, guys.
Higgins, what are you doing?
I thought we should have a bit of a chat.
Fine, but I need a drink.
What would you like? Beer? Whiskey? Bones?
Easy, lads.
Since you obviously intend to leech off Robin Masters for the rest of your--
Now you hold it!
And that goes for you too.
Look. Somebody just tried to run me off the Pali.
In Robin Masters's Ferrari?
Forget it. What do you want, Higgins?
Mr. Masters called a while ago to congratulate me.
He received your cable saying that I had passed the first test.
That security here was impenetrable.
Well, I figured it is... to anyone but me.
Why'd you do it, Magnum?
Hey, so you owe me one.
Since you obviously intend to continue living here on a permanent basis,
we should set up our territorial prerogatives.
Our what?
The main house, stables, tennis courts and grounds will be my territory.
You'll have the guesthouse and the car.
The tidal pool I think we could consider a D.M.Z.
- You're serious. - Quite.
Well, what if I want to use the stables or the tennis courts?
I would expect to be informed of such incursions prior to their occurrence.
Agreed?
Why not?
Good. I'll have that drink now. Whiskey, if you please.
Don't ruin my whiskey with ice. I'm not a bloody American.
Sorry.
To territorial prerogatives.
First drink's always to the regiment.
To the Prince of Wales's own West Yorkshire Regiment.
The regiment.
The lads and I have guests to look after.
It's a pity you couldn't have been more like your sister.
Come, lads.
Rick's Place.
It's Magnum. Let me talk to Rick.
Hang on.
Okay, shoot. It's your nickel.
- Rick, I need a couple favors. - You name it, buddy.
Two guys tried to run me off the Pali Highway.
They deep-sixed about a mile past Lani Lookout.
Can you make 'em for me?
- Are they dead? - Yeah, I'm afraid so.
Okay, no problem. Next.
- What's the word on Dan's death? - You're not gonna like it.
Street says that he was a lone wolf,
muling for some dwarf dicer who connected on a three slot.
Rick, you don't speak English,
I'm gonna tell all of Honolulu your real name.
Okay, okay. Take it easy, will you?
He was smuggling for some small-time dealer
who made his sales on a pay phone, okay?
No, it's not okay. Not Dan. He was one of us.
Look, Magnum. 'Nam was a long time ago.
Guys change, you know.
Rick, he was a pal. He wasn't muling for anyone.
He was iced with 10 ounces of coke.
Am I speaking your language?
Next.
- Set a meet with Snow White. - Snow White?
What are you, nuts?
Where do I get the Seven Dwarfs to pull you out of the ocean, pal?
You know anyone besides Snow White
who can waste 10 ounces of coke on a hit?
No. All right, you win. Midnight here.
Great. Thanks, buddy. I owe you one.
Of all the cheap gin joints in the world--
Why did you have to go and pick mine, sweetheart?
- Find the soap? - Oh! Oh, Thomas!
Oh!
- Think you're cute, don't you? - I don't know. Am I, sis?
I just said that to get him to let me in here.
What'd you do to that little man, anyway?
That is not what we're going to discuss.
You were supposed to be on a plane.
Okay, now look. Before you say one word,
I want you to listen to me, okay, Thomas?
Now we've known each other since you and Dan were midshipmen.
And you know that when I want something, I go after it until I get it.
And the only person on this island
who wants to find Dan's killer more than you is me.
And since you're the only one who's doing anything about it,
I'm sticking with you.
Now, I thought it over twice, and that's it.
Any questions?
Yeah, one.
Shoot.
Who sleeps on the couch,
sis?
Oh, Thomas.
What's this?
Dan's dog tags.
The Navy gave me all of that.
It's the personal effects he had on him when he died.
I'll let you get some clothes on.
Yeah, I-I didn't find any hotel receipts from Tokyo.
He wasn't there that long.
There was a receipt for some photocopies he had done
at the Imperial War Records section of the Japanese Navy.
Do you think that could be important?
Well, it could prove he was in Tokyo on an N.I.A. investigation.
Alice, where's the team ring?
In the envelope.
Water Bug Blue, Water Bug Blue, this is Homeward Angel.
You guys down there?
Water Bug Blue, Water Bug Blue, this is Homeward Angel.
Where have you been, mon ami?
My alarm didn't go off.
Hope you didn't have any pressing engagements.
No, nothing important.
You sound 2,000 or 3,000 meters south of us.
Reloading!
You're moving away! Reverse course! Reverse course!
Understood. Turning north.
You sound hot.
Oui. Charlie got us.
You see 'em, Orville?
Negative. We gotta hope they're near that river.
Water Bug Blue, Water Bug Blue,
if you guys wanna sleep on your own straw tonight,
you better make like the Fourth of July.
There's a river wide enough for a pickup.
I'll guide you to her.
There's a river. He needs a flare!
Gotcha! Gotcha.
The river's 500 meters due west of your position.
Due west.
Get goin'. I'll cover.
Did you find the ring?
Are you all right, Tom?
Fine.
- Hello. - Hey, Moki.
Magnum!
Come on, brahda. This Italian stallion your car?
What do you mean is it mine? Doesn't it look like it's mine?
Come on, man.
Welcome to the Snow Palace.
Hey, I thought the sign outside said "Rick's"?
Well, the tourists call it that, but to the regulars who score coke,
it is the Snow Palace.
Play it again, Sam.
Oh, he didn't really say that.
I'm afraid he did. Rick, Alice Cook.
Oh, Miss Cook, I'm so pleased to meet you,
and I'm sorry about your brother. He was such a good friend.
Thank you.
Listen, I got a make on that muscle
that tried to wipe you out on the Pali Highway.
Somebody tried to kill you?
No.
You know how it is when you drive a Ferrari?
People always wanna race you.
These guys, they just drove it over the edge.
At least, that's how the cops figured it.
Mm-hmm. And what was the name of this racer?
- Kioki. - Kioki.
- Ever work for Snow White?
Yeah, he was freelance. He worked for a lot of people.
Hey, Thomas, I like her. She's got it upstairs.
Next to you, everybody's got it upstairs.
You're probably wondering why Rick didn't give me the name
of the other guy killed in the crash.
Well, he's not stupid. He didn't want to upset Alice.
I know. I don't believe that either.
- The meeting set? - I can't let you go through with it.
- Oh, yeah? - I can't.
Hey, Sam? Your name really Sam?
Hell, no. It's Albert.
Well, that's kind of funny because his name isn't Rick either--
Very funny. Very funny. Will you wait for me in the office?
Go on. Hit it. Go in the office. Miss Cook.
Hey, your name ain't Rick?
Just spin 'em, Sam. Just keep on spinning 'em.
It ain't Rick?
Oh, my God.
I don't believe this place. It's amazing.
- Yeah, isn't it? - Oh!
Hey, I didn't see these windows from out there.
It's a one-way mirror.
We can see out, but they can't see in.
Oh.
Hey, is Snow White out there?
She's out there.
Where is she?
Right there.
Well, she--she's just a child.
That child controls all the coke dealt between here and Hong Kong.
Oh, but Thomas, she can't be more than-- what-- 20.
Nineteen.
Six of those years were under the tutelage of General Nu Trang.
He was military commander of Van Dong Province during the war.
That gave him control of all the drugs
moving in the Golden Triangle between Cambodia and Vietnam.
- Her father taught her. - Her husband.
She was married at 13?
Eleven.
He was killed two years ago in Singapore. Scuttlebutt has it she did it.
She's staring at us.
Not through a one-way mirror she isn't.
Don't bet on it.
How do you know this Navy officer was murdered?
He was a friend. He wouldn't smuggle cocaine.
He was my brother. He was not a smuggler.
In any case, why come to me?
You and your people are the only ones on the Islands
with enough coke to burn 10 ounces on a murder.
Just because one has an oasis in the desert,
doesn't mean one drowns people.
Why don't you write that in the john?
If your friend was murdered,
finding his killer may be of, uh, mutual benefit.
How?
Madame Nu Trang and I are,
uh, shall we say, loosely affiliated.
Same profession, different product.
What do you smuggle?
I deal... in gold.
About a month ago, it was rumored in Hong Kong
that, uh, $30 million of gold bullion
was about to change hands in Hawaii at half that price.
Who would sell gold at half its value?
Someone who doesn't legally own it.
- Precisely. - Who?
If I knew that, I would be buying it myself.
What does this have to do with Dan's death?
If Dan got wind of this gold deal through one of his investigations,
and the people who were involved found out--
They would kill him.
In a manner that would mislead his associates
so that others would not connect his death to his work.
- It's like La Bull. - Mm.
- La Bull? - I don't know his real name.
In fact, I've never met him.
He appeared a few years ago in the heroin trade.
Became a major force overnight.
Some say he has Chinese connections.
From heroin, he's expanded into guns, diamonds,
gold.
He's in your Islands, your territory, and you haven't stopped him?
He's not here to compete in my specialty.
But if I nail him for killing my friend--
That would be karma.
And you would get the gold.
And you your brother's killer.
If this La Bull murdered Dan,
you don't have to worry about him leaving the Islands with any gold.
You have my word on that.
Now where is he?
Kahoolawe? Ain't nothing on that rock, man.
That's a naval gunnery range.
She didn't say--
She didn't say he was on the island.
She said he was cruising somewhere in the vicinity.
Where'd you steal that camera, boy?
I didn't steal it. I got it surplus.
- Uh-huh. - I did.
Hey, man. Are those girls naked?
T.C., will you concentrate on the mission?
It's now or never. Come on! Let's get out of here!
Here they come. Man, here they come.
Pepe's dead! Dan?
- I can make it. I can make it. - Take him. I'll cover.
Don't wait too long.
Come on, man.
You're coming, do it now!
It's too late. I'm hit.
Phillipe, come on!
I'll never make it. Go!
No!
Phillipe, no!
Kahoolawe dead ahead.
All right, big fella, I got us here. Now what?
We find La Bull.
Just like that?
I mean, you don't know what the boy look like.
You don't know what ship he's on.
All you know is that Goldilocks said
he's somewhere in the vicinity of Kahoolawe.
It's Snow White, not Goldilocks.
And I'll know La Bull's ship when I see it.
How?
I'll just know, that's all.
Maybe we'll catch him buying the gold.
Now, look, we got a dozen yachts to check
to the south towards the Big Island.
We got another six or seven in the Maui Channel
and two more off the windward side of Kahoolawe.
Hey, how about the one dead ahead?
That's a Navy patrol boat
to keep the people off Kahoolawe when they're using it for gunnery practice.
I don't think we'll find La Bull in the U.S. Navy.
T.C., I wish you'd get in the spirit of this case.
Ah, you almost said mission again.
To the south, T.C. We'll start to the south.
Mm-hmm, long live the south.
I think I'm in love.
Did you see the bazooms on that woman?
It's Sunday.
It's a sin to look at bazooms on Sunday?
The Navy doesn't hold gunnery practice on Sunday -- not in peacetime.
Oh, Andy. Well, maybe they done declared war
and done forgot to tell you and me.
And maybe that's not a Navy patrol boat--
Off Kahoolawe.
You know, Thomas, if that is Navy, they ain't gonna like this.
I mean, they gonna take my number and fine my behind.
If that's a Navy patrol boat, I'll pay the fine.
What? You pay the fine?
Just sneak around the island, will ya, T.C.?
- Sneak? - Sneak.
Okay, we're officially sneaking.
Helicopter, sir.
Yeah! She's private. No markings. No guns.
But her lines would fool anybody from a distance.
That's gotta be La Bull.
I'll bet a month's pay he's rendezvousing with whoever's selling the gold.
Hey, that crew looked Vietnamese.
Yeah, just like old times.
One more pass. Come at 'em from over the island.
You know, we surprised 'em the first time, Thomas.
Now they might throw rocks.
Where are they gonna get rocks?
- Hey, they're waving us off. - Keep going.
Man, I got that old feeling.
They're not gonna shoot at us.
They're shooting at you.
No, they're not.
Yes, they are.
Soviet Kalashnikov AK-47 assault rifles.
Higgins.
- Seven-point-six millimeters. - Higgins.
Six hundred rounds per minute.
- Effective killing range of 300 meters. - Higgins.
I personally prefer the British Sterling, but the Kalashnikov is a fine weapon.
This isn't your usual adultery or divorce case, is it, Magnum?
Just develop the photos.
Don't push, Magnum.
I'm only doing this because, as you put it, I owe you one.
You don't take cases like that, do you, Tom?
I mean, following someone's husband or wife just to catch them with a lover.
What about the blowup of the guy in the khakis?
It's developing now, but, quite frankly, it's a bloody mess.
You were quite out of focus.
- Do you take pictures of them? - Hmph. Not good ones, I'll wager.
I was in a helicopter.
Oh, I thought you were flapping your bloody arms.
Of course, you do have to make a living.
Not all my cases are like that, Alice.
Oh, no. I'm sure they're not.
Once in a while, one comes along. I am a private investigator.
I mean, a lawyer doesn't turn down a divorce case
just 'cause it might get sticky, does he?
- Of course not. - Well, neither do I.
There.
Higgins, this is awful.
I told you it was too out of focus to enlarge.
I wouldn't know that man if he were my own father.
Your own father?
Oh, Tom's my stepbrother.
Oh, that explains it.
The way he stands. His build.
Something familiar about him.
Zeus. Apollo.
Yes, sir, Mr. Masters.
Yeah, baby, let me talk to Thomas Magnum.
Magnum!
This is a private phone. Not for your personal use.
It won't happen again. I promise.
Magnum here.
Well, here's to surviving another-- What did you call it?
Case.
T.C., are they still anchored off Kahoolawe?
You know, Thomas, it sure is pouring down rain on this side of the island.
- Uh, T.C. - It's also pouring down rain
- between here and Kahoolawe. - T.C.?
It's also very dark between here and Kahoolawe.
You want something?
Gas money, baby. Just gas money.
Look, T.C., I told you I would make it up to you.
Why do I even bother asking?
Okay, by the time I got back, they had raised anchor and run.
But I spotted them headed south toward the big island.
About dark, they rendezvoused with a speedboat.
- To pick up the gold? - Too quick.
Somebody jumped in the speedboat, and they all headed toward Maui.
- That's La Bull. - Probably, if he was aboard.
Oh, you can bet on it. I got a shot of him on that last pass.
Well, that's only fair considering he got a couple of shots at us.
I will have Higgins take a copy of this over to Rick's.
Why don't you stop by, take a look, see if you know him, okay?
Yeah, yeah. Sure.
I ain't seen Orville in a couple of weeks anyway.
Hey, Thomas, you sure you don't want to let the Coast Guard in on this?
- No, I gotta do it my way. - Mm-hmm.
No.
Aw, Higgins.
I just want you to run a copy of this photo over to Rick's.
Out of the question. I've got my lads to feed.
- Poor things are probably starved. - Higgins.
Higgins!
Thomas.
Zeus. Apollo. Come on. Come here this instant.
Higgins, I'd take the photo to Rick's, but Alice and I--
The car.
The car?
I want it back.
I don't want you driving it.
- Now, wait a minute. I-- - It's a deal.
It's a deal.
No.
Look, you said we needed my brother's car to get into Pearl anyway.
Your brother?
Oh, it's my mother's third husband.
No relation to Tom.
Fascinating.
Well, Magnum?
Is it a deal?
It's a deal.
God, you were all so young.
- What'd you say? - Nothing.
Oh, well, now, that's the Thomas I fell in love with -- as a schoolgirl.
- You think you can fool 'em? - Why not? I did it for 10 years.
Oh, no, you didn't.
You were good. Dan said maybe the best.
Look, don't let the uniform fool you, Alice.
I'm not the same man I was then.
- Why'd you quit, Tom? - It was nothing earth-shattering.
One day I woke up age 33 and realized I'd never been 23.
- That's it? - That's it.
I resigned, Alice. Let's just leave it at that, all right?
Didn't mean to pry.
I'm sorry, Alice. I'm just wound up.
I-I swore I'd never wear a uniform again, even on Halloween.
That's too bad.
Because you look very handsome in uniform.
This is no good, Alice.
Why not?
Because--
Look, I always knew that someday if the timing was right, that we'd be--
We'd be lovers.
But this timing is lousy.
You're still in shock over Dan's death.
Hell, the other day at the airport, you were acting as if it hadn't happened.
You're confused.
You're hurt. You're... scared.
You're very vulnerable. I'm not gonna take advantage of that.
Who are you trying to convince? Me or you?
Yeah, sure I'm--I'm scared and I'm confused.
And maybe I'm even vulnerable.
But, in all the years I've known you, Tom,
I've never asked you to be my big brother.
Haven't you, sis?
Oh, you're right about one thing.
The timing is really lousy.
Oh, no, it's Ski.
That was close.
Oh, that's all I need.
What if one of the guards at the N.I.A. knows you?
Junior people catch Sunday night watch.
Chances are there's no one on duty I know.
And what if there is?
I thought you could entice them away from the desk.
Entice?
Entice.
Okay, the duty officer and the guard will be in the main entry.
If I don't know 'em, I'm gonna go straight in.
You just sit tight. It may be a while.
What if someone comes by and asks me what I'm doing here?
Uh, you tell 'em that you're here to pick up your brother's personal gear.
That, um, Ensign Healy, Captain Cooly's aide brought you.
Take care, Thomas.
You too.
You always read on duty, seaman?
N-No, sir.
I mean, yes, sir.
I mean, well, sometimes, sir. Sometimes.
I've never seen you before. What's your name?
Seaman Wolfe, sir.
I just reported from Great Lakes on Wednesday.
Do you know the temperature today in Honolulu, Seaman Wolfe?
No, sir. I mean, well, maybe, sir.
Uh, 72, sir?
Do you know the temperature today at Great Lakes, Seaman Wolfe?
No, sir.
Well, neither do I, but I bet you it's cold enough
to raise goose bumps on your butt just thinking about it.
Yes, sir.
Well, unless goose bumps give you a thrill,
I suggest you save cheap Robin Masters novels for off-duty time.
Yes, sir.
Where's the duty officer?
Uh, went to get some chow, sir. He'll be back shortly, sir.
Who's the duty officer tonight, Seaman Wolfe?
Uh, Ensign Healy, sir.
We all make mistakes.
Not figuring Ensign Healy to have the duty was a big one.
But, I'd be in and out here before he ever got back.
I know. I don't believe that either.
Healy was right.
Captain Cooly had assigned Dan the dregs.
Everything from petty vandalism in base housing
to finding Admiral Matheson's missing dog.
Putting Dan on this stuff was like making McGarrett the meter maid on Waikiki.
But one of these routine cases had somehow gotten Dan killed.
I'd know which one when I saw it.
Don't ask me how. I just knew I would.
Excuse me, but isn't this Lieutenant Daniel Cook's MG?
I'm his sister.
Oh, well, I'm very sorry, Miss Cook.
Your brother was a fine officer and a gentleman. He'll be sorely missed.
I appreciate that.
Aren't you getting wet?
Yes, I think I am.
Uh, Miss Cook, uh,
may I ask you what you're doing here at 2:00 in the morning?
Waiting for Ensign Healy.
Fate didn't let me down. Halfway through the files, I found it.
A letter from the mother of a Navy pilot
declared missing in action on December 7, 1941.
Her son had been flying secret cargo from Manila to Hickam.
Unfortunately, his E.T.A. in Hawaii
was the same as the attacking Japanese.
He was presumably shot down by Zeroes.
His plane was never found.
She'd read that skin divers had recently discovered aircraft wreckage
dating back to World War II.
Could it have been her son's plane?
She included a clipping from the paper dated a few months ago.
It showed the wreck had been found off of -- you guessed it -- Kahoolawe.
Dan wrote her a nice letter
saying he'd check it out with the officer investigating the wreckage.
Captain J. Cooly.
- How did you know I had the duty? - Captain Cooly told me.
Well, I wish you would've called me.
See, I can't let you take anything until he approves it.
Oh, well, the admiral only wants his personal photographs and mementos.
The admiral... your father?
Yes, that's right.
You are the duty officer, aren't you?
Yes.
Well, then, don't you have the same approval
as the commanding officer when he's not here?
I mean, that's what my daddy always told me.
Technically, yes, I guess I do.
Well, good, then it's all settled.
Yeah.
I didn't have all the facts, but I had enough to figure that La Bull killed Dan.
And Cooly was tied to La Bull.
Dan's case file would get me Cooly. And Cooly would get me La Bull.
It was my own domino theory.
There we go, seaman and, uh, save me some thighs, huh?
Yes, sir.
- Uh, this way, Miss Cook. - Thank you.
Don't look at the elevator. Work the lock.
Don't look at the elevator.
You looked at the elevator.
Uh, your brother's office is there. Right down this way. Let's go.
Now, if you'll just tell me which items you wanna take,
I'll make a list and you can sign for them.
- How's that sound? - That's just fine.
The second I entered Cooly's office,
my nose told me my domino theory wouldn't work.
From the smell, I'd guess he died sometime late Friday.
From the expression, in a lot of pain.
I didn't feel sorry for him, but I did wish he were still alive.
Alive, he could've led me to La Bull.
Dead, all he could do was turn my stomach.
"Received this date by Miss Alice Cook, sister of the deceased."
That oughta do it.
Now if you'll just sign this, Miss Cook, we'll be finished.
Okay.
- There you go. - Thank you.
Okay. Let's go.
Keep your nose out of those pulps when you're on watch, son.
You'll do fine.
Good night, sir.
Oh. No, no, no.
No, you've got wet enough for one night.
And thanks again, ensign.
The admiral will be most grateful.
The pleasure was mine.
Oh, send my regards to the admiral.
I will.
You scared the life out of me up there.
Kind of had the same thing happen to me.
Let's get out of here, Alice.
Well?
I found out why Dan was killed.
Why?
Six months ago some kids skin diving
where they shouldn't off Kahoolawe, they found some wreckage.
Captain Cooly was called in to investigate.
Now, he reported that it was an old Japanese Zero shot down
during the attack on Pearl Harbor.
Well, so then, Dan-- Dan was sent to Tokyo on official business.
Not really.
Tom, I don't understand.
Well, Dan got this letter from the mother of a Navy pilot
who was reported missing in action on December 7, 1941.
Now, she read about the skin divers finding the wreckage
and wondered if it might be her son's plane.
See, he was carrying a secret cargo from the Philippines to Hawaii.
Guess what it was?
- Gold. - Yeah. Government gold.
Only Cooly didn't tell it that way.
Cooly said the wreckage was a Zero.
Nothing to salvage, covered with coral inside a naval gunnery range --
who was to know the difference?
- Dan. - Yeah, Dan.
Now, he must've gone to Japan to check the Japanese war records,
and of course, nothing would match what Cooly was saying.
Anyway, it got him killed.
And if Cooly didn't do it, he knew it was gonna be done.
That bastard! I'll kill him, Thomas!
I swear it. I'll kill him myself! I will! I will!
Alice, somebody already did.
- You killed him? - No.
He'd been dead for a couple of days.
La Bull killed him.
Or one of his boys.
I've wasted over an hour on this.
Is there any reply?
I don't think I know him.
Of course, it's hard to tell from this.
I didn't take that photograph. I merely printed and delivered it.
Now, if you, uh, gentlemen will excuse me, I'll be returning to Robin's Nest.
Hey, Higgins, here's a little something for your trouble.
I don't accept tips.
Yeah, I bet you don't give 'em either.
Mm-mm-mm, I do love window shopping here.
You know, I think I'll take that little mama right over there
in them black, sprayed-on pants.
Or-Or that one in that spangled dress.
Do you see over there, Rick, by the piano?
No, no. Maybe I'd better take that one in that orange dress!
Whoo-hoo! She really looks good.
- Victor Charlie! - Where?
That Hawaiian King Kong trailing Higgins.
He's a hit man.
Moki!
Moki, big, busted-up Hawaiian following a sourpussed haole.
- Did you see him? - No, I didn't see anybody.
Brahda.
I beg your pardon. I'm not your brother.
You're gonna wish you were.
Sorry, I should've warned you.
I was a commando instructor during the war.
Oh, that's all right. It didn't hurt much.
What are you doing with Magnum's car?
- Magnum's car? - Mm-hmm.
This is the property of Robin Masters,
and I happen to be in his employ.
Rick!
What is this? What'd you do, re-up?
What's going on?
Higgins!
I, uh, don't know what to say.
So, you owe me one.
I'd really rather not.
- You all right? - Yeah, I'm fine.
I always knew you could shoot, but where'd you get this gun, Orville?
Orville?
- Is it him? - No. It's not La Bull.
Maybe I should've told her it was La Bull.
That it was over.
But I couldn't lie to Alice about that any more than I could lie to myself.
I'd know La Bull when I saw him.
Call it fate, premonition, whatever you want.
This wouldn't end until he and I met face-to-face, and we both knew it.
He figured to be on the run, back to Asia, if Snow White was right.
And that meant a flight out of Honolulu.
By dawn, the police had sent copies of the blowup to all the airlines.
But it was so blurred, it would take a miracle to recognize him.
Still, I felt I knew him.
Maybe Dan did too.
What is it?
I know who La Bull is.
Who?
I'd missed the first flight to Hong Kong that morning,
but I knew La Bull wasn't on it.
Don't ask me how. I just knew it.
He was here. Close. I could feel him.
All standby passengers for Hong Kong Flight 211
please report to Gate 5.
All standby passengers for Hong Kong Flight 211,
please report to Gate 5.
Magnum!
We never got to say goodbye.
Or go swimming together.
Global Airlines Flight 81 from Manilla,
now arriving at Gate 15.
Global Airlines Flight 81 from Manilla,
now arriving at Gate 15.
As you can see, I survived.
So did Dan. Until last week.
I didn't know it was him until it was too late.
And me?
There are two kinds of men in a war, Magnum.
Those who can end life and those who can't.
But, of course you know that.
This isn't 'Nam.
No.
Why didn't you come back for me?
We came back, Phillipe, but you were gone.
The day after I rolled out of intensive care,
Alice joined her father at Arlington Cemetery
to bury her brother... with honors.
Alice promised she'd come back, and I promised the timing would be right.
Anyway, Robin Masters called last night from Paris.
Higgins was out, so I answered.
He said three French stews would be in for the weekend,
and would I ask Higgins to show them Hawaii?
Naturally, I volunteered.
T.C. was flying them here in the chopper
and then we were all heading for Rick's.
When Higgins found out, he kinda forgot I'd saved his life.
He figured taking care of the guests was his territorial prerogative
and that I'd infringed.
Technically, the little majordomo was right.
But, three French stews?
Come on. What would you do?