He's in trouble, Thomas.
What'd he do, overcharge a tourist?
He got caught smuggling someone into the Islands.
Stand clear!
Take it easy. I just wanna talk to my buddy.
- Ain't no friends of mine. - T.C.--
Hey, don't lay that "T.C." jive on me. I said ya ain't my friends.
He landed on board a ship, refueled, and then headed back in.
It's time for T.C. to get out of here.
I'm not gonna let you do that, T.C.
Hey! Hey! Cool it! Cool it!
Joey, if you even suckered me--
Lights, capitaine.
Get those floodlights on.
Well, right on.
- Dead slow. - Dead slow. Aye, aye, sir.
All right, get those pumps in, on the double!
Hand pumps?
Follow me.
Come on, Murphy, move it! Let's get those tanks full!
Do you know how long it's gonna take them
to fill my tanks usin' hand pumps?
- Thirty or 40 minutes. - Thirty or 40--
Man, if I'm not outta here in 10,
it's gonna be dawn by the time I get to Oahu.
- I'm sorry. - Great.
Great. I'll tell that to the Coast Guard if they catch me.
You can, uh-- You can stay until tonight, if you wish.
- Hey, man, I'm serious. - It's just a suggestion.
- Where's Joey? - He's below.
Perhaps, uh, you'd like to see him while your helicopter's being refueled.
Ain't no "perhaps" about it.
Take him to the boy's cabin, Spark.
T.C.!
You clean, boy?
Ever since I called you, man.
Look.
Just old ones. Nothing fresh.
See? See, T.C.?
Come on, Joey boy. Let's go home.
Any chance he'll land on, uh, one of the other islands?
No. He has only enough petrol to take this direct route to Oahu.
All the other islands are beyond his range.
And the flight will take three hours, n'est-ce pas?
Oui.
Send the S.O.S., giving this position, in one hour.
Very good.
After Saigon fell, I went to Thailand.
Things weren't any better there.
- I sold a little morphine-- - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I don't wanna know nothin'. What I don't know, I don't know.
I'm--I'm sorry, T.C.
I'm just a little nervous, I guess.
I mean, I don't know, running all the time --
it kind of gets you that way.
You know, it's been some time since you went over the hill.
Maybe you oughta consider turnin' yourself in.
Oh-Oh, no. No, I couldn't make it in prison.
You know that, T.C. I-I couldn't make it in prison.
Yeah, well, you ain't doin' so damn hot on the outside either, boy.
Hey-- No! I mean,
you're not gonna pull this "turning me in for my own good" stuff on me.
'Cause-- Come on, man. I'll jump.
I'll kill myself!
All right! All right! Stop it! Stop it!
Now, would I be riskin' my life flyin' at 50 feet if I was gonna turn you in?
All right. Now, I'm gonna do what I promised to do.
Then it's quits between you and me, you hear?
- Wh-What? - I said, quits.
I mean, you can't run forever, boy. And someday, you're gonna figure that out.
But until you do, don't you turn to me again.
'Cause if you do, I won't be there to help you, all right?
Okay.
Just--Just get me home.
That's all I-- I want.
I just wanna go home.
Yeah, man, that's what I'm tryin' to do.
I'm picking up a distress signal, sir.
- What are the coordinates? - Yawl Britannia,
161 degrees,
ten minutes, west longitude.
Seventeen degrees,
twelve minutes,
north latitude.
Okay.
Sinking fast.
Three crew members, five passengers.
Got it.
How much longer?
About 50 minutes.
If you look close, you can see the Big Island at about 3:00.
Oh, yeah, I can just see it.
After eight years, the good old U.S.A.
The world, man.
- Uh-oh. - What?
Looks like we got a welcoming committee.
It's a white C-130.
Coast Guard search and rescue plane.
They must be out here lookin' for someone in trouble.
- Now what do we do? - Pray they don't spot us.
Barbers Point, Rescue One. Still no sign of that yawl.
But we've got a chopper -- a Hughes 500-D,
low on the deck, headed toward Oahu.
Scramble the ready helicopter to intercept.
And contact the marines at "K" base. Might need their assistance.
I don't know what he's up to, but whatever it is,
I bet a month's pay it isn't legal.
Yes, sir.
You think they saw us?
- Uh-huh. - Well, you can't be sure, T.C.
Oh, yes, I can.
Oh, no. Oh, no. I'm not gonna let them take me alive.
- I'm gonna jump first. I told you-- - Cool it, man!
Cool it! They ain't caught you yet!
Now, one more word out of you, you won't have to jump.
I'll push you out.
I said I was gonna get you home,
and that's what I'm gonna do.
Suck it up, man. Here we go.
- Sir, he's gone underneath us. - Let's radio for help.
- Hold on, Joey. - I am, T.C. Just get me down.
Get ready to split.
Joey, man, you're clean. Why don't you turn yourself in?
If you do, I'll go to the wall with you.
You gotta stop runnin' and be a man sometime!
I never did have the guts to be a man!
Once! Except once!
All right, then, man! We're even!
All right, hot shot.
Let's see just how good you really are.
Aw, come on, guys. That just ain't fair.
Good morning, love.
I didn't want to disturb you when I left.
You looked so cute with your hair all tousled...
and sucking your thumb.
I'm only kidding, darling.
I'll be back in three or four weeks,
depending on what happens at my meeting in Paris.
I shall miss you, Thomas.
- I'll miss you too, Sarah. - You better.
Sarah had left the same way she'd arrived -- without warning.
Usually, her timing was perfect. just when I'd really begin to miss her,
there she'd be sitting on my doorstep with a big smile,
sparkling eyes, and in the middle of a conversation
as if we'd never been apart at all.
As a literary agent, she was forever flying to some corner of the world
to buy a hot manuscript or soothe a ruffled author.
And I kinda liked it that way, until this morning.
I hadn't wanted her to leave this morning.
You've got to promise me
you won't throw this one down the drain, Thomas.
Promise?
I promise.
Anyway, Sarah is a health nut, among other things,
so she's always leaving me the recipe for some absolutely awful concoction.
This morning was no exception.
After you've mixed in the flat beer and tomato juice,
add three raw eggs.
What?
I know you aren't going to like that, but do it.
And then blend at low speed for ten seconds.
I'll wait.
So will I.
Ooh.
That's enough time. Drink it all down like you promised.
It'll help you regain your strength, darling.
Thomas!
Thomas! Damn!
Those dogs are gonna kill somebody one of these days.
Hopefully, their masters.
Why didn't you call?
I would've arranged some kind of diversion to distract them.
Diversion? What is this, Vietnam? And, besides, I tried.
Oh. I'm sorry. I just didn't wanna be disturbed.
- Uh-huh. - "Uh-huh."
You're beginning to sound like T.C.
Maybe that's because it's his fault that I had to run this doggie gauntlet.
He's in trouble, Thomas.
Big trouble. Like, he's in the brig.
- What'd he do, overcharge a tourist? - Worse.
He got caught smuggling someone into the Islands.
- Are you kidding me? - I'm not kidding.
It's serious enough that the Coast Guard impounded his helicopter.
They got him in the brig, and he's waiting for federal marshals to pick him up.
Why--Why didn't he call me? Here, give me a second.
Why didn't he call you? Because your phone was off the hook.
That's why.
Mmm.
Mmm!
I'm sorry, T.C.
I'm... sorry...
T.C.
T.C.?
Hey, man, don't lay that "T.C." number on me.
- Hey, wait a minute. - He doesn't wanna talk.
- Yes, he does. - No, I don't.
I mean, I did something I shouldn't have, and I got caught.
So I'm gonna plead guilty and throw myself on the mercy of the court.
And I don't need no Mutt and no Jeff to do that.
Besides, even if I go to jail I'll probably be better off,
'cause then I won't have to worry about you borrowin' almost everything I own
or gettin' me involved in some of your silly cases.
And I won't have to fly around
those King Kamehameha snobs of yours at reduced rates.
Now, I got a mom and I got a papa,
and I ain't lookin' for no more brothers.
So why don't you two get the hell out of my life?
The both of you!
The Coast Guard makes the best coffee in the world, gentlemen.
I think you two could use a cup.
- I think you're right. - Yeah, thanks.
Come on in.
Our search plane spotted him here
about 150 nautical miles southwest of Oahu.
What the hell was he doin' way out there?
That's what I wondered.
It's beyond his round-trip fuel range.
Unless, of course, he landed on board a ship, refueled,
and then headed back in.
That's when I scrambled Neal and his boys.
We intercepted him up here about 10 miles off Kaena Point.
Did he rabbit?
Not at first.
He indicated he had radio trouble.
When I signaled for him to follow us, he swung right in alongside.
He seemed calm enough, but his passenger sure was scared.
Neal, can you tell us what his passenger looked like?
Yeah, he was a little guy in his 30s,
and very nervous.
I don't understand, Neal.
I mean, how'd you catch T.C. and not this other guy?
Your friend is crazy.
He followed us nice and friendly-like until we crossed Kepuhi Point.
Then he went into a high-speed dive into a valley
that should've torn that chopper apart.
By the time I caught up to him, he'd let his passenger off in a clearing.
I haven't seen flying like that since Vietnam.
That's where he learned it.
- Thanks. - Sure.
Lieutenant, Rick and I know T.C. real well.
Now, I don't know why he doesn't want our help,
but I do know he wouldn't do anything illegal like this,
no matter what he pleads in court.
We don't try 'em.
We just catch 'em and turn 'em over to the justice department.
But I do know if he pleads guilty, like he says,
they'll, um, they'll take his chopper
and they'll give him five to ten in the federal pen.
How'd you spot him? Was it a routine search?
A tip? Luck? What?
More luck than anything else.
We received a distress signal from the yawl Brittania.
They radioed that they were sinking,
right about where we spotted T.C.
Did you reach her before she went under?
No. We still have surface and air vessels out seeking her.
But we couldn't find a thing, not even any debris.
Maybe because she was never there.
It's getting crowded nowadays. Too many tourists.
When I was a kid, I remember you could come out here and fish.
No haoles in a powerboat to cut your lines.
Now, all pau hana.
You can catch a ride to the airport from here.
No trouble.
I, um--
Hey, I changed my mind. Is it all right if I go into town with you?
Sure. Hey, I love company, brah.
Let's go.
Of course, I could've gone to flight school myself,
but I just didn't see any future in it.
I mean, the advancements they've made
in electronics and computers over the last ten years,
pilots are about as archaic as pterodactyls
and just about as useful.
N-N-Naturally, I'm talking about Navy pilots.
The Marine Corps can always use a few good men
who are pilots.
Very good. Quick thinking.
Probably why you're in Naval Intelligence, Mac.
Magnum, whatever it is, the answer is no.
Yeah, I'll have a beer, and another scotch for my buddy here.
Oh, no. Now I know it's gonna be something bad.
When you start ordering drinks, you want the admiral's gig for a party.
No, I don't.
Air Force One for the weekend?
Mac, you got a great sense of humor.
- Then why ain't I laughin'? - Because you're paranoid.
Thanks.
Well, maybe I did misjudge you.
- Cheers. - Down the hatch.
- Tough day? - The usual.
Hey, tell me, Mac, is that--
Is that Brownie in KH-14 still pickin' up nude sunbathers on the Baltic?
Yeah. We got a--
We got a photo the other day of a girl with a--
Oh, no, you don't!
Mac.
Hey, you gotta be nuts. Insane. Look, they're gonna court-martial me.
They're gonna throw me in the brig. You're talkin' treason.
- Mac, just hear me out, that's all. - No!
Look, KH-14 is top secret.
Mac, I used to have your job, remember?
I used to evaluate photos from KH-14.
When you were in Navy Intelligence, which you aren't anymore
unless they changed the uniforms and didn't tell me about it.
That satellite can photograph the rivets off a Russian ship from 10,000 miles up.
Oh, stop it! Everybody knows that. It's no big secret.
I also know its orbit sweeps the Hawaiian chain every four hours.
- Well, you know too damn much! - Mac, listen to me.
Come on. Mac. I got a buddy who's in trouble.
- Big trouble. - Hey, hey, Magnum, wait a--
- I don't wanna know this. - Okay, fine, fine.
You don't have to know that. But I need some information.
Specific information.
I need to know if there were any ships large enough for a chopper to land
250 to 300 nautical miles southwest of Oahu
between midnight last night and dawn-- that's all.
That's all?
Yeah, I'm not interested in any military ships.
Just merchantmen. Oh, and if there was a yacht
at some coordinates that I'll give you.
Anything else?
No, I just want the enhanced photos of the freighters or the tankers.
And the yacht if it exists.
No.
Mac, I got a buddy who saved my life so many times in 'Nam
I can't even count about to do ten years
for something I know he couldn't have done.
Look, it has nothing to do with military operations.
I can get the same information from the shipping companies.
But it'd just take too long.
Magnum, with your sense of bull, you could've been admiral.
Can you give me her name?
Not with you hovering over me like some bloody angel of death.
I'll have to make a larger blowup to read it.
You still haven't told me what this is about
or where you got this photo.
- I didn't? - No, you didn't.
Of course, where you got it is quite obvious to the experienced eye anyway.
It is?
Quite.
You took this photo probably from T.C.'s helicopter
at an altitude of two or three thousand feet,
using Robin Masters's 35-millimeter reflex camera with a 600-millimeter lens.
Higgins, you're amazing.
Thank you. The next question is, why?
- Why? - Why you took it.
Although I don't really care. I just want to know.
Is the name of the ship important?
Very.
I thought so from the way you've been hovering over me.
Oh, come on, Higgins.
I've already given up the wine cellar and assorted other things.
- What more do you want? - Whatever I can get.
Why do we have to play swap meet every time I need something?
Because I don't like the way you live. I don't like the way you drive Robin's car.
I don't like your friends. You have been a thorn in my side
since the day Robin Masters invited you to use his guesthouse.
For as long as I wanted!
That was a mistake he made with which I have had to live.
If the name of this ship is so important, it's going to cost you dearly.
Higgins, I need that name, now.
I know.
Oh, boy. You are really something.
Yes.
All right, that's it. I give up.
I am just tired of these games. I'll tell you what, Higgins.
- I'll give you it all. - All?
Yeah, I'll move out of the guesthouse and off the estate.
Now, I need that name now!
Look, will Sunday be soon enough for you?
- Uh, Sunday? Uh, of course. I-- - Good!
Now develop the photo and give me that name.
Now, please.
Yes, of course.
Her name was the Evelyn H,
and I was waiting when she docked.
According to the harbormaster,
she was registered in Panama, had a British crew,
and sailed from Hong Kong three weeks ago with a load of rice.
Once Customs and their dope-sniffing dog cleared her,
the longshoremen could start unloading.
And that's when I was gonna get aboard.
According to Mac and KH-14's photos,
she was the only ship in the area
that T.C. could've refueled on that night.
If T.C. wouldn't tell me why,
maybe I could find something on board that would.
Yeah?
Thomas, T.C. did it. He pleaded guilty.
Damn!
The judge set sentencing for the 15th, ordered his chopper
to be sold at public auction on the same day.
Now, you know the big lug is gonna get the maximum.
He wouldn't tell 'em who he flew into the Islands.
He just pleaded guilty and he clammed up.
I couldn't believe it.
- Can he make bail? - Yeah, I guess so.
Now what do we do now?
You keep an eye on him. I'm gonna join the union.
Join the union?
Okay, we get to work in a couple minutes, huh?
Got a crate here.
Come on, fellas. We only got a couple more hours, huh?
Let's get movin'.
No one seemed to notice anything wrong with my being there.
Or, maybe they figured an extra hand is an extra hand
no matter where it comes from.
Either way, after a couple hours
I decided I didn't like this union and would resign as soon as possible.
Okay, let's break for lunch, huh?
One advantage of having served ten years in the Navy
was that I knew my way around ships.
It didn't take long to find the passageway to the crew's quarters.
Of course, warships and freighters are built a little differently.
Hey! Hey, whatcha doin' here, mate?
Uh, lookin' for the head.
Longshoremen gotta use the one on the dock. You know that.
- No, this is my first day. - Well, them's the rules.
Heads aboard ship is strictly for crew.
I'm sorry. I didn't know.
Now you do.
Not that way. That way.
Bloody apes.
Bloody Customs inspectors are getting more difficult each trip.
Stay relaxed.
There's plenty of time. Work the lock.
Are you sure we should wait until the sale?
Don't do that!
We could try and off-load at night, you know.
Why take the unnecessary risk?
It may cost us an additional hundred thousand.
But that's nothing compared to ten million.
In fact, I think we should celebrate, mon ami.
Come. I have a nice bottle of Lafite Rothschild in my cabin.
Well, I'd prefer scotch. You English are still not civilized.
Sometimes I get so lucky, even I don't believe it.
I didn't know what I was looking for,
but there had to be something on board
that would explain why T.C. had picked someone up from the ship
and was acting the way he was.
When I found it, it was like a gun going off.
The ship's log recorded that one of the crew had died
and was buried at sea.
Nothing unusual in that. It happens all the time.
Except I knew this seaman.
And suddenly, everything T.C. did made sense.
What the bloody hell!
Oh! Hi, captain.
Hey, I know this looks kind of funny, but, see, I think I can explain.
Hold it!
He was searching my cabin!
Hey, guys!
Lunch is over, boys.
Thanks, guys!
Why don't you guys go wash the helicopter or somethin'?
The feds got it, T.C.
Then why don't you go wash John's chopper?
See, that's what's wrong around here. Things are gettin' too soft.
Ain't no challenges no more. That's why I'm gettin' out of here.
I'm goin' to Alaska or somewhere.
All right, so I'm lyin'.
I did somethin' wrong. I did somethin' illegal.
You know, like clippin' 15 yards, so I got penalized.
What the hell am I doin' explainin' my life
to a bunch of snotty-nosed kids like you?
All you do is hang around and worry me to death
just 'cause I coached you through a few games.
Well, just get out! Go on, get out!
All of you, get out!
You just know it wasn't for no money or nothin' like that, man!
It was for--
You did it for a friend.
Oh, man, how'd you find out?
What's it matter? I found out.
Yeah, well, it ain't your problem!
Damn it, T.C.
You think you're the only guy who can help a buddy?
Okay, Joey saved your life in 'Nam.
Now you're gonna give up everything you worked for?
Everything you love?
You could've at least told Rick or me.
Yeah, well, that would've made you both accessories.
'Cause it's bad enough I got busted. Wasn't no use of gettin' you involved.
I mean, there wasn't nothin' you could do.
Joey needed to get home, and I had the ticket.
Where is he now?
I don't know. Mainland, I guess. I don't know.
Well, then tell the judge why you did it. He'll take it into consideration.
Thomas, man, sometimes you can be so dumb!
All right, I'll tell the judge. I have to tell him who I smuggled in.
Then they'd track him down.
I mean, even though it was eight years ago,
he was a deserter, and the court don't forget things like that.
I mean, Joey had no business in 'Nam.
I mean, we were all scared, but this boy couldn't function at all.
Well, he did once when he pulled you out of that burning Cobra.
T.C., what makes you think you're the only guy
who knows what kind of guts that took for a guy like Joey?
What little he had, he just used up in that one act, that's all.
Yeah, to save me. So if I gotta fly south to pay him back,
that's exactly what I'm gonna do!
Head south?
You're not jumpin' bail.
Look, man, I appreciate what you're tryin'to do.
But I ain't goin' to jail. In a lot of ways, me and Joey are alike.
I don't think I can handle bein' locked up for five years
no more than he could.
I'm not gonna let you do that, T.C.
You're not gonna what?
There's gotta be a better way out of this.
I checked all the angles, man,
and there ain't no way.
I appreciate what you're tryin' to do, like I said,
but it's time for T.C. to get out of here.
You're not.
Yes, I am--
Even if we gotta do an instant replay of our first meetin' in Saigon.
That's exactly what you gotta do.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Come on! Cut it out! Cut it out!
Hey!
Come on, you guys! Knock it off!
T.C.!
Island Hoppers. No, it's Rick. Hold on.
T.C., phone! Hold it!
Hey, T.C.!
Telephone.
Yeah.
Thanks.
T.C.
T.C.?
Joey?
T.C.?
I'm--I'm sorry.
Hey, boy, where are you?
I-I-- I tried to get clean.
But--
T.C., I-- I lied.
I--
Hey, it's all right, man.
Just tell me where you are.
Joey?
Joey!
Rick traced the call through one of his phone company connections
to an address on Hotel Street.
We called for an ambulance,
and since T.C. had used his van to make bail,
we piled into the Ferrari.
At least it brought us together again.
Hey, look, would you please be still?
- Quit squirming so much! - All right, all right.
God, I feel like a sardine. I'm cramped in here so tight.
Here it is. Here. Right here.
- Watch the door. - Anybody tried this before?
Here he is.
He's alive.
Oh, man. Joey?
Joey? Damn it, he was clean just yesterday.
Joey, it's T.C.
- Joey, it's T.C. - I have to go... home.
I've been running... too long.
Home.
Why did he do it?
Damn it! He was clean just yesterday.
He couldn't have been. He's been shootin' up all along, T.C.
Uh-uh. No, no. He wasn't strung out, man.
I checked his eyes. They was normal.
Eyes.
N-No. Fix.
T.C. don't know.
- I'm... home. - I'll get the medics.
Renard fixed... my eyes.
Ma? Ma?
Gotta go home! T.C.?
Fixed my eyes.
I can't-- T.C.?
Please.
Clean. Renard--
Hey, I--
I can't pay Renard.
I have to go home.
T.C.?
T.C.!
- Who's Renard? - How in the hell should I know?
- T.C.? - Well, whoever he is, T.C.,
he supplied Joey with drugs and gave him eyedrops so you couldn't tell.
Hell, there's a hundred grand worth of heroin here, T.C.
Joey was never clean.
I told him I wouldn't bring him in if he wasn't clean. I told him that, Thomas!
I told him unless he turned himself in, if he wasn't clean
I wasn't gonna sneak him home!
It's gonna be close. He must've shot up a ton.
Damn!
It wasn't your fault, T.C.
Yeah, well, that don't make me feel no better.
T.C., who's Renard?
I don't know! Maybe it was that Frenchman
that brought him in on that freighter from Hong Kong.
Why didn't the boy just fly to the mainland?
- Why didn't he just go home? - Because he was strung out,
and he couldn't get through airport security with all this dope.
Holy cow. Where did Joey get all this stuff?
Probably from this Renard. I mean, I doubt that Joey knew it,
but the Frenchman wanted it to look like T.C. was smuggling
Joey and a bag full of heroin into the Islands.
He probably sent that S.O.S. to the Coast Guard about the sinking yacht
right on your flight path.
Oh, man, you ain't makin' no sense.
I mean, why bring Joey in all the way from Hong Kong,
stick him with a bag full of smack, and then tip the Coast Guard?
T.C., that was the only sure way to have the Coast Guard catch you.
- Me? - And your chopper.
That's a sale on item number one, sold to the lady in the white hat.
Now for item number two-- the helicopter.
I have 81,000. That'll be 82.
I can't swear to it, but I think that was the chump
that led me to the bridge when I went to pick up Joey.
What if he gets outbid?
No one's going to outbid him.
Man, I sure hate to see my bird up on that choppin'block.
Well, if what you guys tell me is right, you'll have it back soon enough.
You mind if we stick around, just to be sure?
You know I can't tell you guys what to do.
We're only backup on this.
But it's a free country.
If you happen to be in the area, sure, you can watch.
From a distance, of course.
Of course.
Sold to the gentleman in the blue coat.
That's good right there, fellas.
Thank you.
- Well done, mon ami. - I rather enjoyed it.
All right, guys. All right. It's in under there.
Okay? Go. And right there.
Let's get it all out as quickly as we can.
Just keep it coming. Keep it--
Ten million dollars worth of heroin,
courtesy United States Coast Guard.
Ahh.
This is a federal officer.
The building is surrounded.
Come out with your hands in the air.
Halt!
We can't make it! We're gonna crash!
Hi, captain. Remember me?
This is for Joey!
That's for Joey! T.C.!
Come on!
Puttin' dope in kids' veins. I'm all right. I'm all right.
I'm all right.
Get up! Get up!
Get up!
There must be a couple of million dollars worth of heroin there.
Yeah, they loaded it when they refueled him.
Thomas Magnum, do you know how close you came to hittin' my bird?
What?
"What"?
Don't you "what" me! You are just careless! Plain careless!
One day, you're gonna make me mad at you, just really mad at you!
Get off of there!
What are you guys doin' still standin' there?
Come on. Get that stuff and move it. Move it! Move it!
We got practice in one hour. Practice in one hour.
- What-- - Wait a minute.
- You can't hit me. You can't hit me. - Why not?
Because that would be assault, and assault's a felony.
And that would violate your probation.
You'd have to do the five years the judge just suspended.
Might be worth it.
Are you about through?
Yeah, yeah, man. Come on. Let's get these last few boxes.
You get the boxes. I'll get this.
Don't worry, Higgins. We'll have Thomas out by sundown.
Come on.
Get out of the way, you mangy pot hounds.
Watch them, lads.
Hey, guys, wait'll you see what I found on the bottom of my closet.
Oh. Hi, Higgins.
That is absolutely ridiculous.
That's the whole point, Higgins. Ah.
I, uh, heard about T.C. --
what he did and why.
Is, uh, his friend going to be all right?
Oh, I don't know, Higgins. It kind of depends on Joey.
I sure know he's better off with T.C. than he was with those smugglers.
Yes, quite.
That's, uh, why you needed the name of that ship, isn't it -- to help T.C.?
Yeah. What difference does it make?
None. Just curious.
Well, look, Higgins, I gotta finish packing here.
What about the inventory?
Inventory?
Surely you don't expect to leave until I've taken an inventory
of all the furnishings, paintings, linens?
Come on, Higgins. Don't be ridiculous. I'm not gonna steal any towels.
This is Robin Masters's guesthouse
and as head of security on this estate it's my responsibility.
I can't just let you walk out without taking an inventory.
So take it.
I can't today.
I have guests to look after.
- Perhaps tomorrow. - Oh, no, Higgins.
You're not gonna do that. You are not gonna hold
this inventory over me like the sword of Damocles.
Now, if you don't do it today, that's it. The deal's off. I'm staying.
Well, then, I'm afraid...
you'll just have to stay.
Well, I'll be damned.