I've been saving myself for the right man.
- He's guarding a horse! - A horse?
If anybody killed him, I just couldn't stand it.
I'm scared to death.
Get on your horse and ride like the champion you are.
I called the society editor at the newspaper
to find out precisely what to wear.
Have a cigar. Don't burn the barn down.
- What happened? - He got Adelaide.
Every have one of those perfect afternoons?
The sun's not too hot. There's just enough breeze.
You're hitting the ball straight down.
But there must be something wrong with me,
because it's always that perfect moment
when a little voice tells me disaster's about to strike.
Magnum, a word with you, please.
Higgins, it is game point.
Has it occurred to you
just how embarrassing it would be for Robin Masters
if you should somehow win the club championship?
What?
Not only are you Robin's guest at the club,
but your partner is a guest too.
A guest of a guest, as it were.
Higgins, are you asking me to throw the match?
Of course not.
I'm only asking you to consider how it will look if two guests win
and then go on to represent the club for the island championship.
Resume play.
Embarrassing?
Out.
My only problem was the little voice didn't tell me
the disaster had dark brown hair,
wore big glasses and called herself--
Adelaide Malone. You're Thomas Magnum?
Yes, ma'am. At your service.
I'm sorry. These aren't my working clothes. Thanks, T.C.
No. No, i-it's not that. It's just that I was expecting something--
I mean, someone a little different.
Most people are.
Did you wanna hire me?
Someone's trying to extract
an enormous amount of money under threat of violence.
That's extortion, isn't it?
And they're going to kill Norman if we don't pay them,
but we don't have the money, at least not yet,
even if we were going to give it to them.
This is an important and confidential matter.
Do you think we should be discussing business in front of--
Miss Malone, these men are my associates.
They assist me on my bigger cases.
Then we should discuss business first.
I didn't appreciate that you were such a large operation,
and I only have $350 for your fee.
I think you're right. We should discuss this on our own.
Your add in the Yellow Pages said "reasonable rates,"
but it didn't mention anything about a staff.
Wait. You actually found Magnum through the Yellow Pages?
You gotta be kidding.
Your fingers do the walking.
Well, all of the big agencies were too expensive, and the small ones--
- "Big ag--'" - Didn't seem interested.
At least, I didn't think they were sincerely interested.
But when I mentioned your name to my uncle, Charles Cathcart,
- his reaction was-- - Charlie Cathcart?
Captain Cathcart, the Navy surgeon?
He's retired now. Did you know him?
Well, I'll never forget him.
Captain Charles Cathcart was a wild man, even for 'Nam.
He was famous for his temper and his skill as a surgeon.
I didn't like the first part, but the second had saved my life.
Last I'd heard, his hospital had been hit by sappers,
and he'd been shipped home.
It was hard to believe his niece was Miss Malone.
Call me Adelaide.
"Miss Malone" sounds like a spinster, and I'm only 32,
which is an old maid only if you're in Iowa,
which is one reason I left.
- Does Norman live at the ranch? - Yes.
Uncle Charles bought the acreage on the Big Island 20 years ago to retire on.
What'd the police say about someone threatening to kill-- Norman?
Uh, you did call 5-O, didn't you?
Oh, that was the first thing I did.
No disrespect, Mr. Magnum, but the police do work for free for the taxpayers,
and I've always paid my taxes all my life.
So when the first phone call came in, I naturally--
The first phone call? How many have you gotten?
Three, not counting the heavy breather who wouldn't say anything.
But since I was the only one who talked to them,
and there was no evidence, the police said they couldn't help me,
which is when I decided to hire a private investigator,
in spite of everything my uncle said.
You may be asking why I wasn't suspicious.
Tell me the truth. Would you be suspicious
of a 32-year-old girl from Iowa
who wore sensible shoes and glasses
and had a smile like Adelaide's?
Uncle Charles, this is Mr. Magnum.
Good to see you again, sir.
Well, Magnum,
I didn't think you'd remember me.
'Nam's a long time ago for most people.
Well, I have good reason to remember, sir,
and be grateful. Thank you again.
Most people would forget that soon enough too.
Well, Adelaide told me about the threats against Norman.
I hope I can be of help.
I hate to disappoint you, but quite frankly,
I can handle the situation myself.
You seem to have some problem, sir.
- I don't know what it is, but-- - Then I'll tell you.
You were a damn fine officer.
You had the makings of a brilliant career. Brilliant.
You threw it away to be a private eye.
Investigator. And I didn't throw anything away. I resigned.
I'll always be grateful for those years, but it's not my life now.
But it's mine. Mine!
I'd give anything... to be back.
So you understand, when I see somebody who quit and walked away,
it makes me... angry.
I apologize for my uncle.
One thing sure hasn't changed. That's his temper.
- Would you like to meet Norman? - Not if he's like your uncle.
- Where is he? Inside? - No, not exactly.
I know what you're thinking.
I should've been suspicious.
But I was too teed off at Captain Cathcart.
He'd hit a real sore spot, and I wasn't thinking straight.
For a private investigator, that's a terrible mistake.
Norman lives in the stable?
Norman's your trainer.
Norman's a jockey?
- Norman's a horse. - Not just a horse.
- He's a grand prix jumper. - You lied to me.
I did not.
Well, you sure didn't tell me the truth.
Well, would you have come out here if I did?
None of the others would.
Won't you just listen? You don't understand.
What I do understand is why your uncle's so teed off at me.
And he's right. I didn't resign from the Navy
to do guard duty on a horse.
My uncle's too proud to admit it,
but Norman represents every nickel we have.
Higgins put you up to this, didn't he, to keep me out of the volleyball finals?
No.
After the horse show,
provided Norman wins, and I know he will,
because he's done well on the mainland circuit all season,
we're gonna sell him for $250,000.
But it's not the money.
Norman's wonderful and intelligent.
If anybody killed him, I just couldn't stand it.
If you leave now, I don't know what I'll do.
But if you are gonna leave, then hurry up,
because I'm about to cry, and I've not lost all my pride.
I know what you're thinking.
I was crazy not to have driven that Jeep
right out of there when I had the chance.
But T.C. had flown back to Oahu,
and I couldn't have gotten a boat or a commercial flight back
until the next morning.
Besides, you wouldn't walk out on a girl
with sensible shoes and a smile like that.
Of course you wouldn't.
- Hi. - Hi.
I brought sleeping bags and pillows.
You do use a pillow, don't you?
I thought you looked like the pillow type.
Not that I'm saying I've had a lot of experience.
Adelaide--
Adelaide, are you going to spend the night out here with me tonight?
No. Well, uh, yes. Um-- I--
I sleep out here often... on this cot.
I thought you could sleep on--on the hay bales over there.
I just-- I couldn't possibly sleep inside in a warm bed
with you out here ready to risk your life for Norman.
Well, I don't think I'm doing that exactly.
What I mean is, I don't think Norman's in any real danger.
You don't believe I got those phone calls.
The police didn't take me seriously either.
Yes, I do. All I'm saying is, I don't think those guys
will try and harm Norman before the horse show,
because that's when he's most valuable.
Oh. Yeah.
How long you been a breeder, Adelaide?
Uh, just five years.
But our success is mostly due to Uncle Charles.
He has all our horses on a super nutritional program.
Special feeds, steroids, vitamins.
That's why all our jumpers are so strong and beautiful.
- And before that, Iowa? - Yeah.
Let me guess what you did back there: Home--
Home economics.
I used to teach eighth grade girls for seven years.
And boys too. I certainly wasn't sexist.
Oh, I'm sure you weren't.
We just did simple cooking and simple sewing.
I could knock off a meat loaf and run up a set of curtains
faster than anybody west of Des Moines.
But no Mr. Right?
You're making fun of me.
No, I'm not. I wouldn't do that.
I promise you I'll never do that, Adelaide.
- Mr. Magnum? - Yeah?
I hope you don't think I was using feminine wiles on you.
When?
This afternoon, when I was asking you to stay
and when I said I might cry--
I mean, I'm really a very honest person,
and I feel terrible that I tricked you.
Just so you understand.
Oh, Adelaide, I understand.
- Adelaide? - Yeah?
Your glasses.
You gonna go to bed with your glasses on?
No.
- Good night. - Good night.
Morning came, and I figured we were safe.
Adelaide was still asleep, but...
I need coffee before I can really get moving.
I was just gonna slip into the kitchen when I heard something.
At first I couldn't believe it. They were even wearing black hats.
And all this was before coffee.
- What happened? - They got Adelaide.
I know what you're thinking.
A classic diversion.
I was supposed to follow them, then they could come back for Norman.
I know that.
The trouble is I didn't have a choice.
Gonna get rid of you, lady.
What if they got Norman?
Could you drive faster, please?
Norman! Norman!
Norman.
They've killed him!
Norman. They've killed him.
Adelaide. Adelaide, listen to me.
They just tranquilized him. He's not dead.
- Adelaide-- - He's not--
- It's all right, boy. - He's not--
It was just a warning.
It's okay, boy. Come on.
It's all right. It's all right.
He's okay.
I had put Norman, Adelaide, and Cathcart on a boat for Oahu.
They'd be safe there. But my main worry
was the security at the show grounds.
But I knew my... associates
would be more than happy to help me on this one.
After all, everybody likes horses.
Man, I don't dig no horses.
Look, Robin Masters has a box for the show.
Higgins only enjoys polo.
So it'll only go to waste if you guys don't go.
- Mm-hmm. - Thanks.
This Norman that they're trying to kill, is he gonna be at the show?
Sort of. In a way, yeah, he's gonna be there.
- But what does that-- - Oh, man, I knew it. I knew it.
He just wants us there to help him keep an eye on his client.
Hey, guys, it's not that at all.
I'll bet you this Norman, whatever, is gonna be sitting right next to us
when the bullets start flying all over the place.
Well, if they're out to get this Norman,
why would he be at the show in the first place?
I just don't understand it.
Unless--
Thomas, tell me the truth.
If you don't want the box, just say so. I gotta go.
I knew it! I knew it!
The great Thomas Magnum, private detective, is guarding a horse!
- He's guarding a horse! - A horse?
It so happens that Norman is worth a quarter of a million dollars for stud
if he doesn't get killed.
Oh, that's even better.
A stud being guarded by Magnum, the great--
If you wanna go, let me know. But if you don't go,
that's the last time I try and set up something really nice for you!
Okay. Back in the saddle again.
Can you imagine you and I at a horse show in a box?
Man, like I said, I don't dig no horses.
And all those beautiful, rich, fancy women.
They're dumb. They're pushy. They smell.
Ah, the horses, I mean.
Hey, T.C., I wonder what you wear at something like that.
I don't know.
- You look like champs to me. - Norman is for sure.
There's only one other horse who can touch him -- Arabella Hill.
He's owned by the Maltby Stables in Boston.
He and Norman have been one and two all over the country this season.
We just gotta beat him tomorrow.
Well, don't worry. You'll do just fine.
I'm beginning to think so too.
- Miss Malone? - Yeah.
You have a phone call. You can take it in the judges' booth.
Oh, thank you. Thanks. Maybe it's Uncle Charles.
No, no. I just saw him in the stables. It can't be.
- Hello. - You wouldn't believe us,
so we had to knock Norman out to make our point.
Now we want 50,000, or you and that horse will never leave that ring alive.
Understand?
Stop it! just stop it!
You're monstrous to wanna kill a horse!
Adelaide, next time, would you at least give them a chance
to tell you where to deliver the money before you hang up?
- We don't have 50,000... dollars. - Shh!
I know we don't, but it might give me a chance to catch them.
Oh. Okay.
Thank you very much.
I'm sorry. I know this isn't as nice as my barn, but--
This is beginning to seem like old times.
After Norman's sold, I probably won't be able to sleep in a real bed again.
Of course, you're probably used to this --
sleeping in exotic locations filled with adventure and danger.
I mean, not sleeping with women in strange places.
Well, of course, maybe you do, but I certainly--
It's none of my business.
Adelaide. Adelaide.
My relationships with my clients are professional.
And my private life is...
private.
Well, I'm glad to hear that,
because I was afraid that I was a disappointment to you.
I was a disappointment to men back in Iowa.
Lord knows, Iowa's not Hawaii. But, you see,
I've been saving myself for the right man.
Well, I think that's just fine.
- Do you really? - Mm-hmm.
Because lately I've been worried that maybe I've been saved too long.
Like a jar of strawberry preserves on the shelf all winter
that just explodes one day.
And there you are with... jam all over the ceiling
and broken glass all over the floor.
Adelaide, no one's gonna confuse you with strawberry preserves.
So, with the reputation of a private investigator being what it is,
I've been nervous that you were gonna pounce.
Pounce?
And nervous about what I'd do if you do.
But lately, Mr. Magnum,
I've been nervous about what I'll do if you don't.
That's where they're keeping Arabella Hill.
It's just a diversion. just like last time.
- Are you going out there? - Yeah, I just wanna say hi.
I think this time things are gonna be a little more even.
Damn!
Are you all right?
Ever since I met you, that's all people have been asking me,
and frankly, I'm beginning to wonder.
Thomas, I know you like to work closely with your clients, but this is ridiculous.
Hi, guys. It's great to see you.
Something of a surprise, but still great.
Yes?
What?
Well, how do you like our outfits?
They're... unbelievable.
Yes. I called the society editor at the newspaper
to find out precisely what to wear.
Was this a local paper, T.C.?
You know we're not gonna embarrass Robin Masters in front of his friends.
I understand. And believe me, I appreciate it.
The box is... 4-A.
Tallyho.
Have a cigar. Don't burn the barn down.
Thank you very much.
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,
to the first annual Hawaii International Horse Show.
In just a short while, we'll begin the finals for the grand prix jumpers
and find out which horse will walk away with the $25,000 first prize.
The Anglo-American grand prix jumper is an extraordinary animal,
combining the grace, stamina and cunning of the Arab
with the stature, legs and muscular strength of a thoroughbred.
Magnum?
What a surprise.
Higgins.
- Ladies. - Um--
Why don't you ladies just proceed to Mr. Masters's box?
I thought you hated horse shows.
I told you Robin Masters's aunt and her daughter were coming.
The girl is simply crazed for animals.
If it were polo, I could understand. The thrill of a rugged chukker--
You're not here for the show, are you?
What you really mean is I'm not sharing Robin Masters's box with you,
- isn't that it, Higgins? - Precisely.
The answer is no. I happen to be here on a case.
Oh? A divorcée and her lover are here? Where's your camera?
This is extortion, Higgins. Life and death.
Isn't that--
Yes, that's the girl that so desperately had to see you.
You're protecting her life?
Higgins, just go to the box. I've gotta get back to work.
- Hi! - Hi.
Have you been telling Mr. Higgins about the case?
He's been a hero twice. Last night he saved Norman's life.
Norman? Another uncle?
Oh, no. Charles Cathcart is my uncle. Norman is--
Higgins, the five-gaited class is just about to start.
- Norman is? - My horse.
You're guarding her--
Oh, Magnum, this is too much.
It's too droll.
Extortion and murder. Really.
We shall see about this.
I kind of hoped he'd say that.
Magnum, I've just got one problem.
I'm scared to death.
My mouth is dry, my hands are wet, and my heart is racing.
If I'm scared, then he'll feel it, and then he'll be scared,
and then we won't perform up to our peak--
Adelaide. Adelaide.
You are a bright, strong, young woman from Iowa.
Pioneer stock.
Now, you're going to take a deep breath, get on your horse
and ride like the champion you are.
All set, Adelaide. Time to go.
- But I don't know-- - Because if you don't,
they'll win.
They'll have beaten you even if they don't get Norman.
Are you gonna let that happen?
Now, let me see that terrific smile.
All right. Get on your horse.
Do you really think I have a terrific smile?
Yes, I do.
On behalf of all of us affiliated
with the Hawaii International Horse Show,
we'd like to extend a special welcome to our special guest,
Mayor Ronald Carron.
Robin Masters had a box going to waste!
- He threw us out! Out! - Who did?
Higgins. He threw us out of Robin's box seats. 4-A, remember?
Higgins hates horse shows. I never thought he'd be here.
Aw, forget it. I don't like horses I can't bet on anyway.
Oh, no, no. I'm standing here clean as the board of health.
I-I'm too dressed up for nothing.
I'm with you, T.C. Your trip out here shouldn't be wasted.
- I smell a rat. - I know.
You could help me watch Adelaide and Norman
while they're in the ring here.
I knew it. I knew it!
He wanted to do us a favor for a change.
All you wanted us here was for some surveillance for free.
Man, I'm too dressed up for any surveillance.
It's not that at all, T.C.
Why do you always have to be so damn suspicious?
I'm not asking-- Rick. Rick, tell him.
Hey, come on, guys. I need your help.
Honest! Okay, okay.
All right. Look.
I was wrong, guys. I should've come right out and asked you for your help.
Uh-huh!
Now, just why didn't you do that, Thomas Magnum?
Because I was afraid you wouldn't wanna do it.
You thought you'd have to make a deal.
A deal?
- Your bar tab. - Some gas money.
Which?
Both!
Our next horse in the final jump-off
of the $25,000 grand prix is Arabella Hill
from the Maltby Stables in Boston,
ridden by Mr. Lawrence Maltby himself.
The time to beat is 27.8 seconds.
Let's have a big round of applause for our new leader, Arabella Hill,
for a clean round with a time of 27.2 seconds!
Here's our next entrant from the Morton Levy Stables,
Binghamton, New York,
Gunshot, ridden by Arlene Levy.
A good time for Gunshot. 28.2 seconds.
Just one second too slow.
Entering the ring, our last entry in the jump-off is Norman,
ridden by Adelaide Malone
from the Cathcart Ranch on the Big Island of Hawaii.
Remember, the time she has to beat is 27.2 seconds.
A perfect score for Adelaide Malone's Norman!
No faults. Time: 26.4 seconds.
Norman is our first Hawaiian grand prix champion.
Let's have a big round of applause for Norman
and Miss Adelaide Malone!
On behalf of the Hawaiian Thoroughbred Club,
it gives me great pleasure to present you with the winner's trophy.
Thank you, sir.
And this check for $25,000.
Thank you again, sir. Thank you.
My dear, you were magnificent.
Oh, it was Norman.
Thank you.
I've got a bottle of champagne for us to celebrate the sale.
Well, not champagne exactly, since I don't drink.
But I didn't think you'd mind if it was sparkling apple cider,
since it looks the same with the bubbles and all.
I'm afraid I'm not doing this very well.
Oh, Adelaide, I think you're coming through like a champ.
Where's your uncle?
He said he had to get to the bank with our prize money,
otherwise the check for Norman's board and feed here would bounce.
But actually, I think he's sentimental about saying goodbye to Norman too.
Wait a minute. We're not handling the sale alone?
Oh, no, of course not.
Uncle Charles's lawyer, William McDonald, is handling it.
He's coming out with Mr. Habib's representative.
You know Mr. McDonald?
No.
But Uncle Charles gave me his card.
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
Only you and Norman aren't really out of danger
till he's actually in the buyer's van.
I understand that, but what's the problem?
If you and I don't know the people involved in the sale--
But nobody's threatened us since yesterday,
and nothing happened in the ring.
I know. That's what's bugging me.
William McDonald, attorney at law.
This is Thomas Magnum.
I'm coordinating the transfer of the Cathcart Ranch's horse.
Could you tell me when Mr. McDonald is due to arrive at the stables?
He's on his way now. He should be there any minute.
Would you describe him to me so I'll recognize him?
He's about 45, medium height,
dark hair, mustached, horned-rim glasses.
Miss Malone.
- Hi. I'm Bill McDonald. - Hi.
- Is your uncle here? - No.
Mr. Cathcart was called away.
I'm Thomas Magnum. I'll be handling this for Miss Malone.
Uh-huh. This is Robert Emery, Mr. Habib's representative.
I hate to ask you this. I'm sure you understand.
We can't take any chances. I need to see some identification.
Of course you do. I think I've got all the identification you need
right here in this briefcase.
Here's a bill of sale.
And here is a letter of credit and a draft for $250,000
and an export license.
Now, we have to check Norman's I.D.
Excuse me. Are you the people selling the horse?
- Yes. - All right!
The tattoo on the inside of the lip.
Every thoroughbred is given one when they register them.
Now, would you like to see the tattoo on my lip?
No, sir. Your secretary described you when I called the office.
She's very helpful, Miss Dennis.
Miss Dennis?
No. My secretary's Nancy York.
Oh. My mistake. I'm sorry.
How about a shot of you handing the check to the girl?
Instead, why not photograph them leading the horse into the van?
After all, they're the champions.
That's a great idea. How about it?
Sure. Great.
Take that.
Well, Norman, this is it. No tears now. You're a big boy.
You're a champion.
Okay, that's a great shot of you and the horse.
Now I want to get all of you. Okay.
I've got your check for your fee of $350,
except that in view of everything that's transpired,
$350 doesn't seem like nearly enough.
Adelaide--
So I'd like to give you a bonus -- $1,000 --
if it wouldn't be unprofessional of you to accept it.
- From Peg and Larry. - Oh.
Peg and Larry, gracias.
- Hi, Uncle Charles. - Adelaide.
May I take your order?
Oh, that's all right. Thank you.
We've got our beverage, but we would appreciate some glasses and ice.
Have a drink, Mr. Magnum, if your drink is bourbon and water.
No, thank you.
I have the money for Norman,
and I hugged him goodbye for you.
Mr. Magnum was simply outstanding,
the way he organized and checked everything.
I was beginning to think it would never happen.
Adelaide, I know-- I know how--
Well, you hated selling that horse. So did I.
But that's why we breed them. To sell them, right?
Well, this means we'll be able to raise a lot more, doesn't it?
So I don't really mind... so very much.
I'm rich, Mr. Magnum. I'm rich!
Uh-- Mr. Cathcart, there's a Mr. McDonald outside looking for you.
Oh, yes! Thank you. Excuse me.
Charles, you can celebrate later. Where's Norman?
What's he talking about?
Adelaide, I think you better hold off on that bonus for just a minute.
"Private Eye Helps Horsenappers."
Magnum, I had no idea you took such a good picture.
You're really quite photogenic.
Higgins, Adelaide will be back any second, so if you don't mind--
Actually, with that overly aggressive mustache of yours,
you look a bit like Rhett Butler.
- Higgins, what-- - I'll store this in a safe place
until I can clip it and send it on to Robin Masters.
Higgins!
Since Adelaide hired me,
I have been beaten up, blown up and banged on the head.
The police questioned me for six hours yesterday as a suspect in the case,
and Adelaide's uncle is threatening me with a lawsuit.
I promise, word of honor,
to obey the rules of the household without fail for two weeks,
but all I'm asking you, Higgins,
is to answer my damn questions!
I've never heard you talk that way before.
Higgins, please.
Assuming that there was a valid contract of sale
to establish Norman's value,
the answer is yes.
An insurance policy can be written so that the payoff is determined
by the fair market value of the animal at the time of loss,
whether that be theft, accident, death,
or in Norman's case, even sterility.
Sterility?
I remember in India, just before the empire packed it in,
one of our colonels paid a frightful amount for a stud polo pony.
But when it came time for the poor animal to produce--
Sterile.
- Norman could be sterile. - Oh, yes.
Today's thoroughbreds from birth are given
massive doses of vitamins, hormones, steroids.
We don't know the effects of all of them, but there are dangers.
Danger of what?
Adelaide, do you carry sterility insurance?
- What? - On Norman.
- Do you carry sterility insurance? - I heard you. No.
But we didn't have to. Uncle Charles had Norman examined,
and the Arabs even demanded a... lab specimen.
And I read the report. It was perfect.
But he could've faked that, switched the samples.
Uncle Charles?
Adelaide, this just didn't feel right from the beginning.
Those cowboys with black hats demanding extortion money
and never setting up a drop.
And that fire.
First I thought it was a diversion,
but it turned out to be at exactly the same end of the barn as Arabella Hill.
And it spooked him, Adelaide.
You said yourself that's why he gave his worst performance of the season.
I wanted to win fair and square.
Aw.
I know, Adelaide.
I know you did. But not your uncle.
He wanted to make sure Norman was worth the maximum before--
Magnum, you're upsetting this poor girl for no good reason.
If Norman was sterile, and Cathcart kidnapped him to collect the insurance,
what could he possibly have done with the horse?
This island is very small, too small to hide a horse for very long.
He could only collect if the animal was--
No.
No, he'd--he'd never kill Norman.
It's okay.
By the time I got back to the stable,
I was praying I was wrong.
But the more I thought about it, the more I knew I was right.
- Why'd we come back here? - You know the expression
"You can't see the forest for the trees"?
I always thought the best place to hide a tree was in the forest.
You think Norman's here.
Like Higgins said, it's a small island.
Five-O had roadblocks up 15 minutes after the horsenappers left.
- The only place they hadn't looked-- - Was the show grounds.
Norman?
Norman!
Norman, hello!
Hello.
What'd they do to him?
They just died his blaze, that's all.
Hiya, Norman! How ya doin'?
- Uncle Charles! - Sorry, Adelaide.
You should've listened to me. I told you I could handle this.
By killing Norman and collecting the insurance money?
Norman's sterile, isn't he?
First you faked the lab specimen,
- then the extortion threat-- - Magnum, you shut up.
I want you to do one thing. Just take that gun out... very easy.
Now.
Easy, man.
- You're not gonna kill Norman. - Adelaide, I have to.
It's the only way I can get the money.
He's gotta be dead, Adelaide. Don't you see that?
Then you kill me too.
Adelaide, I can't kill you.
I can't kill you! No!
- Adelaide, get the gun! - I found it!
Then point it at them!
Hold it, or I'll blow you to glory.
Her dad taught her to shoot back in Iowa.
My father did teach me to shoot. And if they move, I'll kill 'em.
But what about Uncle Charles?
Take the safety off.
Whoa, son. Whoa.
It's all right, Norman.
Whoa.
It's not your fault.
Not your fault at all.
Come on.
Play for the club championship will begin.
But I don't need to tell you what's at stake.
Magnum!
No more distressing news, I hope.
I paid money for this, you know.
Uh, I would like to win this tournament.
I'm very apologetic for interrupting, but I double-parked the van
with Norman out front, and the valet is getting very upset.
- You'd think by now he knew me-- - Adelaide, what--
Well, your check for $350.
Except it's only 100, and my I.O.U. with interest on the balance,
because I had the extra expense of the van to take Norman home,
because nobody wanted to buy him,
though I'm really relieved not to lose him... here.
What's my security for the I.O.U.?
Magnum, I'm from Iowa. You know I'm good for it.
Yeah, I guess you are.
And a terrific smile. Don't forget that.
Never.
There's just one more thing.
It's rather personal.
Thomas.
In the middle of a volleyball tournament?
I may never have the nerve again.
But lately I seem to have lots of nerve.
Do you remember how surprised I was when we first met
and you were standing in the shower drinking a beer?
Well, it was because Uncle Charles had warned me
that you were a womanizer and a bounder and a roué.
A "roué"?
Well, now I know that it was just to keep me from hiring you.
But the reason I was surprised was
because you had the kindest eyes I'd ever seen.
And now I know you're not... a roué.
And I--
I'd really appreciate it--
I'd be beholden to you if--
Don't encourage him! I'm trying to win this thing!
The kindest eyes I'd ever seen.
Thomas Magnum, private investigator.
Begin play.
I guess when I became a private investigator,
I had my share of fantasies about beautiful women I'd rescue,
who'd, you know, be grateful for my services.
Most days aren't like that.
But, well, some days are better than others.
All right!