You have a guest on the estate who's an assassin's target.
We just don't want anything to happen to the brigadier.
That's all you need to know.
What are those turkeys with automatic weapons doing here?
I'm afraid we have to take a few precautions.
I just wanna get some sun
after flying all night and being subjected to a body search.
Body search? Higgins?
Ahoy there! This is a private beach, and you are trespassing.
"Ahoy there." That's very good.
- What's he doing? - Magnum, you idiot!
We got a dead man who can't tell us why he's here, who sent him--
You can't go around telling everybody everything.
Tell 'em what they need to know.
Otherwise, people might find out what really is going on here.
Hey!
Mandy, get out of there.
- Get out of there! - What?
Just get out of there!
In Belfast, Northern Ireland,
where a bomb blast destroyed an office building last Tuesday,
a special task force under the command of Brigadier General Alistair Folkes
brought about the mass arrest of dozens of suspected I.R.A. terrorists.
While many protested in the street against the alleged use of strong-arm tactics
and the questioning of prisoners, the results were undeniably successful,
as General Folkes disclosed the capture of two top I.R.A. leaders,
Pat Farnsworth and Tim Barstow.
The unofficial word is that the I.R.A. has sworn to retaliate against General Folkes.
The official word is... silence.
Yes, Mr. Masters?
As a matter of fact, I was watching a news report
about my former commander on the telly.
Fascinating. Rest assured, sir.
I've made all the necessary arrangements.
Nothing has been left to chance.
Oh, I've taken the liberty of transferring those two lovely stewardesses
to the guesthouse.
The results were undeniably successful,
as General Folkes disclosed the capture last Tuesday.
The general, it seems, has disappeared.
We needn't worry about Magnum.
He's off on one of his cases and won't be back for another week.
Higgins had changed the frequency to open the main gate.
Now, I can usually take his silly games, but not this morning.
I was tired. My muscles ached from squatting in the brush all night.
No. You don't wanna know what the case was.
And all I wanted was to climb into bed and get some sleep.
Zeus? Apollo?
Hi, guys.
First the main gate and now the guesthouse.
Higgins was trying to tell me something.
It was coming across loud and clear.
Work the lock. Keep working the lock.
Hi, guys.
What the hell's going on here?
Hey, look. If you just tell me what you're lookin' for--
Get out of my stuff.
You got no right to get in my stuff.
Hi.
Where are those dogs?
And where's Higgins? What the hell did you do with Higgins?
- What's going on here? - That's what I said!
Oh, yes. Magnum. Yes. You can let him go.
I'm sorry, Mr. Magnum.
I hadn't realized. You belong here.
You're damn right I do. Now, who the hell are you?
My name's Folkes, Brigadier, British Army.
I'm sorry about this,
but I'm afraid we have to take a few precautions while I'm here.
It won't happen again.
Higgins!
- Magnum, what are you doing here? - What am I doing here?
What are those turkeys with automatic weapons doing here?
Brigadier Folkes is a guest of Robin Masters.
Those men are his security personnel.
I don't care who the hell they are. They got no right to search my stuff.
I feel like I parachuted into East Berlin.
What the hell's going on here anyway?
They are Robin Masters's guests here for the weekend.
That's all you need to know.
Robin's taste in houseguests is beginning to slip, if you ask me.
Here are the extra towels I thought you might need.
Sorry about all the confusion.
These ladies fly for Pan Pacific. They are also Robin's guests.
I didn't expect you back, so I put them up in the guesthouse.
Hi. I'm Tom Magnum.
Welcome to Stalag 17. I-- No offense.
I didn't mean you, about the houseguests.
Hi. I'm Mandy. This is Suzie.
You must be the private eye that Robin told us about.
Well, I prefer to be called private investigator.
You prefer to be called, period.
Bet you're just coming back from a case. I can't wait to hear all about it.
Mandy, I hate to break this up, but Magnum looks bushed.
Besides, I just wanna get some sun after flying all night
and being subjected to a body search.
Body search?
Higgins?
Well, since we only have one bed, I recommend we sleep in shifts.
I volunteer for the first one.
A body search?
Huh.
Hello?
Hello? Thomas, you there?
- Hello? - Hello.
Are you all right?
You sound like my dog that time she got hit by the pineapple truck.
Yeah. No.
- Who is this? - What do you mean, "Who is this?"
How many people do you know that had a dog that was hit by a pineapple truck?
Come on. Get up. It's almost noon.
Look, I didn't hit the rack till a couple hours ago.
Throw some water on it and shake your tail. I got some business for you.
Okay. Tell you what. just take their number, and I'll call 'em later, all right?
Stop with the plea bargaining, okay?
I got a bar bill here with your name on it
that reads like a Swiss bank account number.
Okay. Look. I tell you what.
You just give me a couple of minutes to wake up,
and I'll go take a couple of laps, okay?
Forget the laps and backstroke your way over here, okay?
Rick, there's one thing you've got to learn.
The human body is very important.
I will see you after my dip.
- He'll be here in a while. - A while? And what's a while?
A while, okay? A while.
A while.
Whoo.
That creep still there?
- Oh, I think he's harmless. - I think he got his nickel's worth.
I hate these cretins who think a suntan and a hairy chest
makes them superstud.
- Hi. - Hi.
Hi.
My shift in the bedroom, Magnum?
Be my guest.
I'll catch up with you.
- How's your swim? - Good.
I still can't believe you're a real live detective.
Your life must be a thrill a minute.
Like this morning.
If they'd grabbed me like that, I-- I would've been scared to death.
Oh, well, you learn to handle those things in due course.
- Tom? - Yeah?
Do you think you'll do any "detectiving" while I'm here?
"Detectiving"?
Yeah. I'd love a chance to see what you do in action.
I don't whip off my glasses and run into the phone booth,
if that's what you mean.
Not if it's a pay phone, anyway.
Higgins, that is my camera.
It's Robin's camera, not yours.
But he left it in my care. I am responsible for it.
I can't imagine your being responsible for anything.
Ahoy there! Ahoy there!
"Ahoy there." That's very good.
You are sailing a restricted area.
I repeat: a restricted area.
This is a private beach, and you are trespassing.
Higgins, you developed my film.
These pictures are evidence in a divor--
In a case I'm working on-- And confidential.
Oh, is that what they call those kinds of pictures now?
It's called personal property,
and I'd appreciate it if you'd tell your yo-yos
to keep their hands off it from now on.
If you wish to put yourself up off the grounds until they leave--
No, I didn't think so.
Well, as long as you're remaining with us,
you're invited to dinner this evening at the main house.
I am?
Brigadier General Alistair Folkes has graciously invited
all of Robert Masters' guests to dine with him tonight.
That, quite amazingly, includes you.
Oh, and we dress for dinner, Magnum.
That means a white dinner jacket and tie, of course.
Of course.
Smile, Brigadier. It'll look good on your obituary.
Is that a new song, Reri?
Just tuning up, Rick.
Magnum.
I thought you said a morning dip.
You could've dog-paddled across the English Channel by now.
I said I'd be here. I'm here. Is. T.C. around yet?
T.C. isn't around,
and there's a guy upstairs in my office waiting since 11:00.
That's no way to run a business. Really, Thomas.
- What's he interested in? - I don't know. Let's find out.
- Hey, Thomas, Rick. - Oh. T.C.
Hey, nice-lookin' crowd.
Whoa. Nice-lookin' crowd indeed. Whoo.
- That's great. You brought it, huh? - Oh, yeah.
Hey, man. This is guaranteed to make the ladies swoon.
This baby has seen more action than Muhammad Ali.
What is this? The tailor shop?
Well?
Geez. I don't know. It's a little short in the sleeves.
All right. So you're a little taller than I am.
Just don't reach for the salt, and it'll fit pretty good in the shoulders.
Good. He'll take it. Wrap it up. Let's go.
No. Wait. I mean, I don't know, T.C.
Oh, you ever tried pricing one of these?
Oh, no. It's okay. It's okay.
I just-- See, I don't wanna ruin it. But I'm only gonna wear it this one night.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa. I don't wanna know any more about it.
Next thing I know, you'll have me involved in one of your crazy cases.
- See this jacket? - Yeah.
I want it back just the way you got it, okay?
Right.
- Later, Rick. - Thanks, T.C. I owe you one.
We have reason to believe that Brigadier General Folkes
may experience some difficulty with the I.R.A while he's here,
so we would like you to sort of keep an eye on things--
You know, internal surveillance while he's out there on the estate.
And considering your position, that shouldn't raise any eyebrows.
Somehow I get the impression we're talking about British eyebrows.
We just don't want anything to happen to the brigadier.
That's all you need to know.
Not if you want my help, it's not.
Come on, Hooker. Give it to 'im straight.
I wanna get outta here and get somethin' to eat.
My stomach's really startin' to act up.
Here. You can order lunch right here, my friend.
I think that can wait.
You see, as far as Northern Ireland is concerned,
our British cousins are a bit touchy.
We've offered them our help, and they have said thanks, but no, thanks.
So, officially, this is hands-off.
But we do not want a repeat of the Mountbatten affair in our own backyard.
How 'bout just a glass of orange juice or something?
Orange juice is three dollars.
That's for the large. It's only two dollars for the small.
You guys lose your wallets or something?
You can't put three dollars for orange juice on an expense account.
I thought Uncle Sam paid for all that stuff.
With the budget cuts we've had,
we're lucky they didn't send us out here in a canoe.
Uh, this is Magnum. Could you send up an orange juice, please?
Yeah. A large. Thank you.
- Don't worry. It's on me. - Thanks, Magnum.
What makes you think they're gonna try for him here?
I didn't say that.
I think they'd find it much easier to hit him on his own territory.
Unless he's too heavily guarded back there.
Well, what do you say, Magnum? Are you in?
For 200 a day plus expenses.
$200 a day? What are you trying to do?
Rip off your own government?
I don't do that,
but goodwill doesn't keep the finance companies
and the landlords off my back.
What's fair is fair.
Just drink your orange juice, will you?
$200 a day is one hell of a lot of money.
Not if you only work 10 days a year.
Oh, all right. All right. 200 a day.
And for that kind of money, we get periodic check-ins every two hours.
Every six hours.
All right. I'll give you a number. You can reach us 24 hours a day.
Right. Uh, look, while you guys are taking in the sun,
there's something that you might check.
There was a guy buzzing the shoreline on a catamaran today.
He had a camera or some binoculars. It looked like a custom-made sail.
A white gull on the setting sun.
That sounds like it's worth checking out.
$200 worth it's not, but it's something.
Just let me know what you find out, okay, Hooker?
Oh, yeah. We'll keep in touch. Come on, Dobey.
- Thanks again, Magnum. - Right.
I need something to eat and a place to lay down,
and don't think I'm not gonna complain, spending all night at the airport.
Do me a favor, will ya, Rick?
You want a make on the catamaran.
Right.
What's the matter? Don't you trust Punch and Judy?
Would you?
What do you want me to do with it?
Put it on my tab.
You missed a spot.
Thank you.
- What's the matter with them? - Magnum must be back.
Hi.
You guys are worse than the dogs.
Hi, Higgins.
Look, when you're through with the Audi--
I can start on the Ferrari. How original.
What'd you do to Higgins? He's in a terrible mood.
Nothing. I just pointed out a couple of spots he'd missed.
Nothing else to do?
Well, it gets pretty boring laying around all day.
I mean, how much sun can you take?
What have you been up to? A case?
The one you were working on last night?
No. A different one.
Another one already?
Your life must read like one of Robin Masters's novels.
Not really.
Course, I have been known to give him an idea or two,
you know, whenever he gets stuck.
I knew it. I bet you were that espionage agent
he had in the one about the missing pieces of jade.
No.
Tom, it had to be you.
Mandy, I don't even own a trench coat.
- You're making fun of me. - No, I'm not.
Well, then, next time, can I go with you?
Where?
Wherever you go on your case.
Mandy, I can't take you with me.
Tom, I wouldn't be any trouble. I'd be invisible.
I mean, you wouldn't even know I was there.
- Believe me, I'd know. - No, you wouldn't.
Look, Mandy, maybe next time you're in.
You know, it's really not that exciting.
Tom, you're being too modest.
I bet it's very exciting.
The phone's ringing. I gotta answer the phone.
Tom, do I disturb you in some way?
Disturb me? No. Why?
Well, I don't know. You just seem sort of nervous.
Nervous?
Oh, look, Mandy, why don't you go in there
and put some clothes on,
and then we can run into Waikiki and we'll have a nice lunch, okay?
Can we go to one of your local hangouts
so I can meet those crazy characters you deal with?
Mandy, we'll have a nice lunch, okay?
Okay.
Hello?
Magnum?
It's Hooker. How are things going out there?
Oh, fine. I was just running a few security checks.
How about your end?
Oh, well, there's nothing to worry about here.
That beach boy on the sailboat
turns out to be a stringer for Kingtown Publications--
You know, takes photos for one of those supermarket sensations,
tells you what Cher had for breakfast, that sort of thing.
He's probably trying to cop a couple of shots
of Farrah Fawcett sunbathing in the buff.
I don't buy that. There's gotta be more.
Hey, look. That estate you're on there is notorious for its weekend guests.
I think it all fits.
Yeah. Any other weekend but this one.
But what about this guy's background?
I mean, how long's he been in the Islands?
- Where's he come from? - Look, Magnum. It's a dead end.
Drop it. Get on to the next hole.
Wait a minute, Hooker.
Just wait a minute. What kind of check is that?
I give you a possible lead that should demand a triple-star rundown,
and you guys come back with a surface analysis?
We're not checking this guy's credit rating.
Look, Magnum.
We checked the guy out. We came up with nothing.
That's all you need to know. The guy is Mr. Clean.
When Mandy and I got back from lunch,
Rick had an address on the beach boy, Jerry Sampson.
I don't know why I was convinced there had to be more to him
than Hooker and Dobey had turned up.
It was just something I felt.
Come on. Take some weight, will ya?
- Just push, will ya? - I am pushin'. It's pushin' back.
Wait a minute. We have to turn--
Hey, will you take it easy?
I told Sarducci it'd come back like it left.
Sarducci, don't you think we should turn the trunk on end
so we can get it through the door?
Ohh, will you come on?
I got it.
Ciao.
"Ciao"?
That's what Sarducci always says.
Ohh.
I told you to take it easy.
Okay. What are we lookin' for?
I don't know.
What do you mean, you don't know?
I don't know yet. I'll know when I find it.
Magnum?
Just a minute. I think I found something.
Uh, so did I.
What are you two doing in here?
What are we doin' in here? What are you doin' in here?
What does it look like we're doing in here?
We have this place staked out. I think you've just blown it.
I thought you said it was a dead end.
I told you what you needed to know.
Oh, can that "need to know" bull. Just can it.
Just a minute.
You want everybody out there to know?
Look, if I'm in on this case, I'm in on all levels.
Now, you gonna fill me in, Hooker,
or do I have a little talk with the brigadier?
Folkes is in charge of British land-based forces in Northern Ireland
for the past two years.
He's attached to Special Air Services.
Those guys are S.A.S.?
Yeah. I should've realized, the way they operated.
Four-man teams. No identifying insignia.
Anyway, Folkes and his men have been remarkably successful
in knocking down I.R.A. factions operating out of Ulster.
The latest unit they took apart was one headed by two guys
named Farnsworth and Barstow.
Now, Farnsworth and Barstow come up for sentencing tomorrow.
Their mates in the I.R.A. have said that Farnsworth and Barstow go down,
the I.R.A. will retaliate.
By killing Folkes. Now, why didn't you tell me that this morning?
As I told you before, you had no need to know.
No need to know. Terrific.
Hooker, what did you really dig up on Sampson?
Tell him.
Came out here from the States about a month ago. Irish descent.
During a stint in college, he was associated with a couple of radical groups.
They were pro-I.R.A.,
but he was never involved with any active, known agitators.
A lot of kids suddenly discover their roots
and start waving banners and yelling slogans.
This guy is doing a lot more than just waving banners.
Look, Magnum.
For the moment, you're technically a U.S. government agent.
You can't go around breaking and entering like that.
This guy can bring us up on charges.
Only kind of charges he's interested in is this. Plastique.
Explosives? Bye.
Yeah. That does change things, doesn't it?
Just a bit.
Okay. We'll take it from here.
Dobey, get us some backup, get on the horn,
find Sampson, pick him up.
That's more like it.
Look, Hooker, no more of this "need to know" crap, okay?
Okay.
T.C. was right.
My attire drew some questioning glances,
especially from Higgins.
But after the initial couple of minutes, I got used to it.
I just hadn't been able to reach for the salt all evening.
I had the feeling we were all under scrutiny.
The brigadier had the kind of probing eyes
that could bore through to the back of your skull.
It could be most unnerving.
I bet you've seen quite a lot of action in your career.
Yes. I suppose I have.
I was in Africa, France, Cyprus, and now Belfast.
Belfast? I'll bet you were glad to get out of there.
Frankly, yes.
Although Northern Ireland's a very beautiful place.
I don't suppose either of you have ever been there, have you?
No. No, I haven't.
I have, brigadier.
Really? Where'd you go? Belfast?
Yes. I didn't really get a chance to see it.
It was just on an overnight.
How about you, Magnum?
Uh, no, sir. Never have been.
Yes, well, it's not exactly a tourist spot, is it?
It can be a bit tense nowadays.
Explosive might be a better term for it, sir.
Mm.
You know, I don't really understand why you're fighting there.
Why don't the English just let the Irish have Northern Ireland back?
Well, we're not fighting there, my dear.
The army is merely an extension of the police force.
We're trying to prevent violence.
You see, the majority of the people in Northern Ireland
don't want to be separated from the United Kingdom.
The I.R.A. is trying to bomb them into changing their minds.
I personally don't think that's the way to do it.
What brings you out here, brigadier?
Magnum, the brigadier is a guest of Robin Masters.
I do believe it's a prerogative to vacation where he pleases.
It's quite all right, Higgins.
Actually, I came out for the sunshine.
The army suggested I might take a few days off
because some terrorists that my unit had captured are coming up for trial.
The authorities thought that some of their friends might have a try at killing me.
How do you sleep at night?
Sometimes not too well,
but I'm hoping it'll be rather different here.
After all, Hawaii's a long way from Northern Ireland.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll hit the hay.
I'm working on an 11 hour jet lag.
- I'll see you all tomorrow. - Good night, sir.
Will there be anything else, ladies?
Oh, no, thanks.
I'm going to slip on my suit and grab a quick dip.
- Anybody care to join me? - Sure. I'll go.
I'll join you in a minute.
Higgins, how well do you know the brigadier?
I served as his sergeant major in '51 in Hong Kong. Why?
Did you know about the possibility of an attempt on his life
before this evening?
Uh, no. As a matter of fact, I didn't.
But there was no need for me to know.
Oh, come on, now. Not you too.
No need to know you have a guest on the estate who's an assassin's target?
Oh, come now, Magnum. I'm well aware of the brigadier's position,
that his life is always in imminent danger.
Security's been paramount since his arrival with us --
as you've witnessed yourself.
Believe me, no one is going to make an attempt on the brigadier's life
while he's in my bailiwick.
No. I guess one wouldn't dare, would one?
It's good for my cold.
Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.
That's all right.
Decide to take in a little air, brigadier?
No. As a matter of fact, I wanted to have a few
quiet words with you in private.
Tell me, Magnum. Who is it you're working for now?
Is it the N.I.A. still, or some other outfit?
Now, what makes you think I'm working for anybody?
Well, if I was in their shoes,
and an ex-agent like you happened to be in the neighborhood,
I'd snap you up immediately.
Why would they want anybody like me?
Aren't we all on the same side, brigadier?
Directly, yes. But you know the score, Magnum.
The left hand doesn't know what the right hand's doing.
It's all a question of need to know, isn't it?
Yes, that's right.
Maybe that's what's wrong with our firms.
Maybe if we communicated a little better, there'd be a little less killing.
It's a nice idea, but I doubt it.
It's practically impossible to eliminate interagency rivalries.
It would be like taking the competition
out of the Super Bowl or the World Series, wouldn't it?
Well, that certainly makes it sound like a nice little game.
Yes, I know what you mean, Magnum.
It's a serious business.
People lose their lives, of course.
That's the way it is.
And if it's a game, it's a game that I want to win,
beat the other fellow.
Course, if you can change the world,
I'd be happy to go along with you.
In the meantime, I gotta do my job, haven't I?
And you've gotta do yours.
Which brings me back to my original point.
Who are you working for?
Well, brigadier, I don't believe you have a need to know.
Good night, sir.
It's getting chilly. I'm calling it a night.
Well, I'm gonna stay and do a couple more laps to work off that meal.
Goodbye.
How's the water?
Oh! You gave me goose bumps.
Yeah, well, I affect some women that way.
Oh.
Well, since you can't join me, I guess I'll have to join you.
Hey!
Mandy, get out of there.
- Get out of there. - What?
Just get out of there.
Don't shoot! It's Magnum!
Oh, no!
Magnum?
No. Send him tomorrow.
Four of 'em, right?
No. Get the cleanup out here tonight.
We'll have the divers tomorrow as soon as possible. Right.
How is she?
Oh, well, she finally fell asleep.
Suzie's gonna stay with her in case she wakes up.
The hot toddy helped calm her nerves.
I think she'll sleep through the night.
Very lucky, you know.
If the tide had been in, you'd never have seen him.
You know, I don't believe any of this. Talk about a giant waste of energy.
What are you talking about, Magnum?
I am talk-- I am talking about all this cloak-and-dagger stuff.
I'm talking about nobody talking to anybody.
Magnum, I think you can appreciate that in a matter like this,
you can't go around telling everybody everything.
No. You just tell 'em what they need to know.
Otherwise, people might find out what really is going on here.
We wouldn't have this kind of a mess.
But instead, we got a dead man
who can't tell us why he's here, who sent him, are there others--
Look, Magnum, we know why he was here.
- We know who sent him. - We think we know.
And there's a big difference in my book.
I'm not 100% sure this guy's part of the I.R.A.
Magnum, can we have this discussion later?
Why?
What is with you guys? What is with you?
This man is responsible for this place,
and he's got a dead man on his hands.
He has every right to know every damn thing that's going on here.
Higgins, you stay if you want.
I have to look in on the brigadier.
Magnum, I'm glad you're all right.
Look, Magnum, the brigadier is leaving in the morning.
I think your end of this is all wrapped up.
Guys, doesn't it even strike you as a little bit funny
that this guy didn't have a weapon, and we found explosives at his place?
If there is anything out there, the divers will find it in the morning.
As far as you're concerned, this case is closed.
I've got my man. I've got as much evidence as I need.
Just like that. That's it.
Just sweep the rest under the rug, huh?
Magnum, just submit your bill, huh?
It's only 11:30.
I think you've only been working for your Uncle Sam one full day now.
He really appreciates your help. Dobey.
I didn't sleep at all. Hooker could've been right.
Sampson could've dropped his weapon when he got hit,
but there was something else,
something Hooker said.
The trial of Farnsworth and Barstow was today.
A hit on the brigadier last night would've been a day early.
What's with the Sea Hunt outfit?
Oh.
Uh, something about last night. I just-- It's just bothering me, that's all.
Anyway, look, I know you'd rather not talk about it.
No. No. I'm all right. Really.
- You sure you're okay? - Yeah. I'm sure.
Tom, I never got a chance
to talk to you about what happened last night.
There's nothing to talk about. You're all right. That's enough.
I know,
but I was never so scared in my whole life.
Those men were horrible. They were just--just horrible.
It's all right.
It's okay.
Don't go too far. This won't take long.
Well,
I'm going back up to the main house.
Higgins is letting us move back in today.
It's just my luck.
If Jerry Sampson had been on his way to kill the brigadier,
a gun or a bomb or something
should've been at the bottom of the tidal pool.
But after covering every foot of it, I found nothing.
And bring the rest of it now, please.
And how was your morning swim?
Fine.
The car doesn't look too shabby.
Thank you.
I, uh, should be back within the hour; then I can settle you into the main house.
Get cleared up quickly, then come out to the airport.
Yes, sir.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
- Have a nice trip, brigadier. - Thank you.
- Did you find anything? - No. Nothing.
You see? Nothing happened to the brigadier while he was on the grounds.
- The Audi. - What?
I'll bet Jerry Sampson didn't own one.
So?
He had a repair manual for one and a sales receipt for an auto part.
I gotta catch Higgins.
Thomas. Around here now. Come on.
Mandy.
You were it all along.
Jerry was just the delivery boy. You were gonna make the hit.
- Mandy. - Tom, don't.
I'll use this if you force it.
No. You couldn't.
You're not that stupid.
After last night's demonstration?
They're animals. They're murderers.
Tell me about it, when four men get blown to hell,
including an innocent bystander named Higgins.
You won't understand. You don't see their brutality,
their treatment of people in prison without trial.
Contempt for a whole race of people, not just now, but for the past 300 years.
When's it all gonna stop, the killing and the violence?
When all of Ireland is united.
When we're a nation once again.
And then what? You're just gonna push all this behind you and forget?
The end justifies the means?
- Mandy, there's better ways. - Thomas, shut up!
No!
She wasn't gonna shoot!
You're a bloody fool if you believe that, mate.
My only chance was if Higgins stuck to his usual route to the airport,
but if he'd contracted the security fever,
he might try something fancy and take an alternate route.
And then I had no way of reaching him in time -- if there was any left.
- Magnum, you idiot! - A bomb!
Get the hell outta there.
- There's a bomb. - Bomb?
- A bomb? - Yes.
Well, when's it going to blow?
Now.
I thought we disposed of our man last night, Magnum.
I suppose we missed somebody.
It was the girl, brigadier.
And your men didn't miss her.
Mmm. Thomas, I can't wait till you taste this.
I haven't tasted sauce like this since Sarducci made it.
♪ Roma ♪
Taste this. Sinatra would even go nuts for it.
You didn't kill her, Thomas.
I didn't save her either.
Look. She did what she had to do,
and the brigadier and his boys did what they had to do.
Damn, Tom. It wasn't so different for us at one time, or did you forget?
Come on. Drink your wine. Life goes on.
Thanks, buddy.
Shut up, you mangy pot hounds!
Thomas, you gonna have to do somethin' about them dogs.
You gonna have to do somethin' about those dogs.
T.C., don't talk to me about it. Talk to Higgins.
All right. Sure. I'll talk to Higgins. I'm not afraid to talk to Higgins.
Hey, you wanna join us for some of Rick's pasta?
You got my jacket?
Yeah. Stay. We've got a lot.
Man, I don't want no pasta.
I'm gonna remember that.
Did something happen to my jacket?
What makes you think something happened to your jacket?
Because you didn't say something didn't happen to it.
T.C.,
it is in the closet.
- I'm gonna go for a swim. - Oh, no, you're not.
You wait right there until I check my jacket out.
I got this date with this fine flight attendant comin' in here,
and I wanna look good, 'cause I look good in this jacket.
Well?
Hey, it's okay.
Hey, man. I'm sorry.
Any time you wanna use this jacket, just feel free to ask me.
Forget it.
I just need it tonight, 'cause I got this ebony wahine,
natural, good-lookin' chick,
and I really wanna look good, 'cause I look good in this.
Magnum! Magnum!