(TV) Animal, get up. Betty Grable's on the phone.
Anybody asks for your papers, you're French laborers.
Here's your map.
- Money. Swiss francs. - Roger.
- Let's hear it once more, boys. - We've been over it a hundred times.
We stick to the forest going west until we hit the Danube.
- We follow the Danube up to Linz. - Check.
ln Linz we have a barge and go all the way to Ulm.
- Stop it, Joey. Joey. Go back to sleep. - Once in Ulm we lie low until...
(Magnum) There are few people l'll stay up past midnight to see.
William Holden is one of them.
(TV) Yodel, boys, so we'll know you're there. lt's a breeze.
- Stay out of this, Sefton. - Just one question.
Did you calculate the risk?
(Magnum) As a kid, Stalag 1 7 had been one of my favorite films.
l guess because it had everything - heroes, humor, action -
all the stuff a boy of ten craves.
l hadn't seen it since then
and almost didn't buy the tape for fear the film might have lost its appeal.
lt hadn't,
even though l'd lived my own version of Stalag 1 7 since then.
(TV) Ready.
You show 'em, boys. Take care.
You've got ten minutes to get through the tunnel.
That'll bring you out just as the Jerries are changing shifts. Blondie, Cookie.
- (Screams) - Sh, sh, sh.
Sorry, sorry.
You guys really gotta get in shape.
The locals are working the rice paddy. We gotta go round.
No time. Charlie can't be far more than 200m behind.
T.C., don't leave me. lvan will do the same thing to me he did to Cookie.
lvan's not gonna get you. Don't worry.
- (Screams) - Sh!
(Speaks in Vietnamese)
(Screams)
Sorry, Nuzo. Sh, sh.
Easy, Nuzo, easy.
(Nuzo) Oh, God. lt's lvan.
(T.C.) We've had it, man.
(Magnum) Not yet. Come on. Get up. Let's get the hell outta here.
T.C.
l gotta go back. Go back.
l gotta kill him. Got to kill lvan.
With what?
My bare hands.
Come on, T.C. We'll make it.
- (Nuzo groaning) - Shh. Shh.
(TV) - They'll be under the wire soon. - Looks good outside.
l hope they hit the Danube before dawn.
They have a chance. lt's the longest night of the year.
- l bet they make it to Friedrichshafen. - Or Switzerland.
And l bet they don't get out of the forest.
- What kind of crack is that? - No crack.
Two packs of cigarettes say they don't.
He'd make book on his own mother getting hit.
- Anybody call? - Sefton, butt out.
l'll cover the whole pot.
(Dog whimpers)
(Door shuts)
Good morning, Magnum.
Morning, Higgins.
Guys.
There's some tea on the table, and some scones.
You might try the strawberry jam. lt's really quite good.
Old comrade from the Burma campaign sent it to me.
Tanker Morand.
Got his name when he single-handedly took on a Japanese tank and knocked it out.
Now he's selling jam in Devonshire.
Higgins, the Queen's birthday's coming up, right?
Yes.
- And those tiny toy cannons you play with... - Not toys.
They're working miniature replicas.
Don't they require a special powder?
Number three black powder, yes.
Which is very difficult to find in the islands.
Not only in the islands. Hardly anyone manufactures it anymore.
The flashpoint is too low, only 875 degrees.
Precisely the flashpoint of those match heads you're decapitating.
Actually, these match heads are nearer 850.
Which is close enough to pulverize
and turn into powder for your teeny, tiny toy cannons,
so you can fire a salute to the Queen on her birthday.
Magnum, that's an absolutely extraordinary deduction.
Thank you very much.
But wrong.
(Helicopter)
Oh.
- T.C.'s picking me up for my practice run. - Magnum!
Yeah?
Don't tell me he's going to land that Easter egg on this estate!
OK, l won't tell you.
(Shouting drowned by helicopter)
- Hi, Higgie, baby. - Don't ''Hi, Higgie, baby'' me.
This is the last time you will land here.
l warned you the next time you landed here without permission,
l'd have the FAA revoke your license.
- l got permission. - You got permission from whom?
Him.
Him? Him? He can't grant you permission.
Higgins.
That Tanker Morand strawberry jam is just terrific.
- What? - ls something wrong?
- Wrong? Wrong? - Do you hear an echo?
You can't grant him permission to land here. Only l can.
Or Robin Masters.
Robin Masters granted him permission?
l didn't say that. l said in addition to you, Robin Masters could grant permission.
A-ha!
So you freely admit that you had no right, no right at all,
to tell T.C. that he could land on this estate?
Higgins...you got me there.
- T.C. - Hmm?
- l couldn't tell you you could land here. - Oh.
ln that case, l guess we'd better go.
Aloha.
(T.C.) Clear.
(They laugh)
Man, if he had a surface-to-air missile,
l do believe the old boy would use it.
No. No.
Lieutenant MacReynolds reporting as ordered, sir.
Lieutenant, l understand you're a friend
of an ex-naval officer named Magnum.
Er... Yes, sir. l know him.
Know him well enough to allow him access to your computer station from time to time?
- Sir? - lt's a simple question, Lieutenant.
Did you or did you not allow a civilian to use top-secret navy computers?
Er, yes, sir, l did, but l can explain.
l'm not interested in explanations, Lieutenant.
lf you violated navy security, you will be court-martialed.
- But l never did, sir, not once. - ls that right, Colonel?
Not in my opinion, sir.
Hey, did you see that?
Uh-huh.
Probably a test missile over at Kahoolawe.
The marines are all on maneuvers there through the tenth. l'll be there this weekend.
(Magnum) You like being in the reserves?
Ah, it's OK. You know the peacetime military.
All regulations and no action.
Now, of course, if you were to join...
- No. - Just a thought.
OK, we're six miles out.
Oh, boy. Oughta be a pretty good workout.
Swells are running pretty high out there.
(Magnum) Last year during the race the swells were 30ft. These are just babies.
- Doesn't it bother you? - What? The swells?
No, all those big fish that gotta be down there.
(Laughs)
No.
lt would bother me.
(Laughs)
l'd been racing surf skis for three years,
l'd even entered the Molokai to Oahu race once,
27 miles through one of the roughest water channels in the world,
and in all that time, l never once worried about big fish.
Sometimes l could kill T.C.
(Hums)
♪ l got a date with an angel
♪ Gotta meet her at seven
♪ Got a date with an angel
♪ l'm on my way to heaven
♪ Got a date with an angel
♪ Gotta meet her at seven
♪ Got a date with an angel
♪ l'm on my way to heaven ♪
Honolulu tower, chopper 9-5-Alpha,
over the Valley of the Temples, requesting clearance to the south ramp.
9-5-Alpha, hold over the valley. We have a jumbo departing.
9-5-Alpha, roger.
♪ So just remember Pearl Harbor
♪ As we go to meet the foe... ♪
9-5-Alpha, you're cleared to cross the parallels to the south ramp.
9-5-Alpha, roger.
♪ Just remember Pearl Harbor
♪ As we did the Alamo ♪
Sorry. No more flights today.
You think l'm going up in one of those jelly rolls again after Nam, you are nuts, T.C.
Nuzo?
How many other gimps do you know?
(T.C.) Sometimes l think Thomas is still trying to get me killed.
(Nuzo) You mean in the reserves?
No, when Thomas deep-sixed the navy, he went all the way.
He uses me on some of his cases as his private air taxi.
Thomas Sullivan Magnum is a P. l.
- Tom is a private eye? - l think he prefers ''private investigator''.
Well, l'll be damned.
Oh. (Laughs)
Same old Nuzo.
Still hooked on pogey bait.
You got to admit it beats the hell out of smoking.
Yeah, l guess you're right.
Remember when Saigon Sally had a case of bubblegum
and the only way we could pick it up was in that shot-up Cobra?
- Yeah, sorta. - ''Sorta''? We almost got killed.
- No, the Cobra held up. - No, not the Cobra.
When we got out of Sally with all that gum, the street kids in Saigon were chasing us.
Yeah.
lt's the first time l been back here since that R&R in '68.
Funny, feels like the war could still be going on.
Yeah, it does kinda.
(Horn)
Sorry, man, l kinda drifted there for a moment.
Just don't drift too far, OK?
So what do you do for a living now?
Still work for Uncle Sam. Postal department, Washington D.C.
ls that why my mail is always late?
Can't lay that on me. l'm in computers. Payroll and personnel.
Look at that. Reminds me of the artillery positions above Nha Trang.
Yeah. Kinda. And that valley. That valley reminds me of the one north of Quan Loi.
Well, l'll be...
- T.C. - Uh-huh.
l'm not here on no R&R.
- He's after me. - Who?
lvan.
(Clapping)
The last 100 meters was terrific.
Yeah.
Terrific.
No, l mean it. lf you could do that all the way from Molokai, you might win,
instead of finishing 87th.
l looked up the finishing order of last year's race,
You came in behind a 12-year-old girl from Kauai.
Kiki Kahuna.
- What do you want, Mac? - l thought you might wanna win this year.
- Or at least beat a 12-year-old girl. - She's 13 by now.
Magnum, l'm serious. Every competitor has his strengths and weaknesses.
You'd probably do better with a following sea.
- Everyone does better with a following sea. - Well, you know what l mean.
Well, l prefer big swells, the long rollers.
Some guys prefer short rollers, some even like chop.
- Now you're getting the idea. - But l don't see what...
Magnum, look, the Molokai-Oahu race is a pretty small club.
You probably know just about everyone in it.
So?
So you give me their strengths and weaknesses.
l plug them into a computer,
cross-reference that with the wind and tide conditions in the channel and plug you in.
- Me? - Right.
l study you on this baby under all conditions,
right down to variations in air and water temperatures.
And then l compare you to the top ten finishers in last year's race.
This year's race, l plug in the weather conditions and bingo.
Bingo?
We get the answer.
What answer?
Which entrants most likely to finish in the top ten have your racing style?
Then you follow 'em, use them as an incentive, like greyhounds chasing a rabbit.
The rabbit always wins.
l can't perform miracles.
You know, it might just work.
Of course it'll work.
All l need is time with you over the next couple of days and access to a computer.
What's wrong with your navy computer?
l resigned from the navy this morning.
Memories sometimes get kinda real.
l know guys who have dug foxholes in their backyard.
l am not suffering from delayed stress.
T.C., until a week ago, l never thought about Nam.
Well, hardly ever, but that doesn't mean it didn't happen.
What would l have given for a steak at Duc Hue?
l would have settled for a piece of beef jerky in that hole.
Where d'you think you saw him?
- Where'd you see him? - Outside the Smithsonian.
lt's where l have my lunch. lt's good to watch the skirts wiggle by.
Anyway, one day l'm out there eating my liver and onion and lvan just strolls by.
- Just like that? - Just like that. l didn't know what to do.
Then l thought of you. Here l am.
Maybe it was a coincidence,
- someone who looked like lvan. - T.C.
He was on the plane today.
l didn't see him till l got off, but there he was, it was him.
- Man, it's been ten years. You can't be sure. - Yes, l can.
He smiled.
Remember that smile?
The one he always had...
just before... just before he wasted somebody?
Well, it is quite simple.
You sign the admission of guilt
and you'll be let out of your cages,
given a hot shower,
hot food,
and a bed with cool, clean sheets, huh?
Just like Howard Johnson.
Who is this Howard Johnson?
- Head of the NAACP. - T.C.
(Speaks Vietnamese)
Oh, man, one of us has had it now.
Not if we keep our heads.
You are three months at Duc Hue and still you are cracking jokes.
Are you what is called a tough nigger?
ls that what you are, boy?
You got it, honky.
You're wasting your time. He can't write.
l mean it, he can't read either.
- Shut up. - T.C., don't worry about it, it's not your fault.
He was raised in this ghetto with no father and his mother wasn't around.
l'm warning you, you redneck, shut up, cos l'll kill you!
You and who else, jungle bunny?
- Let me outta here! - (Both shout at once)
l'm not gonna stay here and die. Let me outta here! l'll sign it.
(Birds flap and squawk)
Would you two like to settle your differences out here?
- Yeah. - Right on.
You think that l am stupid?
Your little theatrical improvisation
might fool my comrades, but not me.
lt is a stupid schoolboy trick.
- Stay cool, Cookie. Just stay cool. - T.C.
He's gonna do it.
No, lvan. No, l'll sign the papers.
- You can't do that, T.C. - He's my gunner, man.
l'll sign the papers, l'll do a broadcast, anything you want.
(Thunder and rain)
(Gunshot)
(Screaming)
You shot him in the femoral artery.
- Plug it with your finger! - Put your finger in it, Cookie.
l can't reach it! l'm gonna die!
Nigger.
l could care less whether or not you ever sign propaganda papers.
He's come here to waste me, T.C. l know that. He's come here to waste me.
No, man.
lf lvan's here,
he came to get wasted.
(Magnum) l offered to put Mac up until he found a place of his own.
l even picked up his favorite food for dinner.
Mac not eating was like Joe Louis not fighting,
or Pete Rose giving up baseball or Connors quitting tennis or...
You get the idea.
Not even my tape of Stalag 1 7 could cheer him up.
(TV) They're past the 50-yard line.
Look at 'em go.
- Great movie, huh? - Yeah.
(Sighs)
OK, Mac, wanna tell me why you resigned?
Where are you going?
l got a date.
You mind if l tag along?
Are you serious? On a date?
l don't wanna be alone tonight, if you know what l mean.
Mac, l don't mind sharing my place with you,
or my food, or a tape of my favorite movie.
But when it comes to a date...
l understand.
lt's not gonna work, you know.
- What? - The lost-puppy look. lt is not going to work.
l have a date tonight with Julie and l am going to keep it, alone.
Julie, you'll love this place. Mac says they have the greatest hula dancers.
Hula dancing? We were going to a concert. Now we're going to see hula dancing.
- You don't like hula dancing? - Me, not like a little native culture?
Are you kidding?
When was this taken?
'68. lt was Cookie's birthday.
He bought the farm a week after that.
- How old was he? - 24.
Why is lvan after you?
- l don't know. - lt don't make sense.
When did anything lvan do make sense? That was the scary thing about him.
He just did. There was no reason. He just did.
Maybe you oughta call the cops, the F.B. l.
Tell 'em what? A Soviet officer who wasted our P.O.W.s in Nam is here to waste me?
They'd look at me the same way you did when l told you.
But they weren't there, T.C., They didn't know lvan.
They'd throw me in some section-eight ward of the hospital.
And he would find me there.
Damn. Can't never find Thomas when you need him.
Can't you leave a message with his service?
l've been trying to avoid that.
- Why? - You don't know his service.
(Phone rings)
- Robin Masters' estate. - Evening, Higgie baby.
- Good God! You have incredible gall. - Higgie, l know you're a little perturbed.
- A little? A little? - There's that echo again.
You have no concept of the depth of my ire.
- Higgie. - And stop calling me Higgie.
l don't permit my own mother to call me Higgie.
Ten seconds, just give me ten seconds,
and l... l promise l'll never land on the estate again without your permission.
That is my word of honor as an officer and a gentleman.
- You have ten seconds. Mark. - Mark?
Nine seconds.
lt's important... lt's important that l get in touch with Thomas. Life-or-death important.
- Have any idea where l can find him? - No. Five seconds.
Higgie.
l mean, Higgins.
Higgins, please.
You must at least have an idea.
Your ten seconds are up, however l am not a man without heart.
He left here with Lieutenant MacReynolds about seven.
- With Mac? - And while l have no idea where they went,
knowing the two of them, try some strip joint with a name like the Boom-Boom Room.
(* Hawaiian music)
(Cheering and whistles)
(Laughs)
What'd l tell you? Wasn't that terrific?
Terrific.
- Where's the drink? - Oh, the pineapple absorbs the liquor.
That's why you can get higher than hell eating the fruit.
(Laughs) Right now l need to get higher than hell.
l'm starved.
Boy, l'll bet the food here is wonderful.
Outstanding.
Julie, some of the best food in the islands is served in authentic little spots like this.
- Authentic? - Miss, may l have a menu?
You don't need a menu here. This is Luau Louie's.
Maybe you don't know what they're famous for.
- l'm afraid to ask. - Mahimahi?
Ono?
Opakapaka?
Barbecue pork and poi.
Of course.
Aloha, aloha, aloha.
Which means in the islands how-a-ya, how-a-ya, how-a-ya.
Hey, we'd like to welcome all you mainlanders
to Luau Louie's Authentic All-Hawaiian Revue.
Remember, if you like the show, tell your friends back home.
lf you didn't like the show, keep your haole mouth shut.
Little Polynesian humor.
And now what you've been waiting for all night long.
Folks, here's your chance to go native,
because now it's time for the hula-hula contest.
Come on, girls.
(Whistles)
No, thanks. We'll just watch.
Ho, ho. Come on, Thomas, l thought you loved hula dancing.
- Go for it, you two. - Are you serious?
Dead serious.
Come on.
Thomas.
- l don't wanna do this. - You dance, Thomas.
l don't wanna do this.
(Woman) Ginger, telephone.
Scotch on the rocks.
Who's the wahine?
Name's Julie Barbara, she's a lawyer for lnterlsland Shipping.
- Sexy. - She's nice.
- Look, Colonel, l don't like this. - Didn't expect you would.
- l've been thinking. - Dangerous, Mac. Let me do that.
Thanks.
Why don't we just tell him?
He's a civilian.
This is a military operation.
Besides, l learned a long time ago that if you tell Magnum what's going on,
you'll end up with egg foo yong on your face.
And you know how l hate Chinese food.
l don't know how much longer l can keep this up.
lt'll be over by Sunday. That much l know.
Anything yet?
- Poor guy. - Who?
Magnum. With a woman like that, l wouldn't want you bunking over tonight.
(Cheering)
Hula-hula was sensational.
l go there for the pineapple drinks and the hula.
l told you it's fun. Didn't l tell you it was fun?
- Terrific. - Yeah, it's terrific.
Oh, do l detect a bit of insincerity in your voice?
- What? You really... - Enjoyed myself?
- Yeah. - l thought that was the idea.
You didn't have to enjoy yourself that much.
Why don't l drive home? l think she ought to sit on your lap on the drive back.
(Sighs)
Ah.
Are you jealous?
Me? Jealous?
Well...
Maybe a little bit around the edges.
Oh.
You know, Mac was right. lt was tourist and crass and hokey.
(Laughs)
And fun?
And fun.
Hey, what do you say we drive up to Pali Lookout and watch the sunrise?
lt oughta be beautiful.
(Tannoy) Dr Harris, l.C. U. stat.
Janet Feltzer, Seven West, Pathology.
- So you'll be seven on your next birthday? - Lieutenant MacReynolds?
- He's in Trauma. - Where's Trauma?
Through those doors.
Hey, you can't go in there.
Dr Kahaloa, Trauma Unit B. Kahaloa, T. Unit B.
Why?
l don't know what you're talking about.
l got a call Mac was in an accident.
l didn't even know you were involved.
Tech staff, Terminal One.
He was a hell of a nice guy.
Maybe too nice for the kind of work he chose.
Now you listen, Colonel, and you listen good.
Somehow you're involved in this. l knew it when you walked in.
Now l wanna know why.
You're in shock, Magnum, and you're hurt.
- Don't make me defend myself... - Why?
You tell me.
lt was your car.
That's it, isn't it?
You wanna lay it on me because you're afraid Mac took your packet.
Hell, l don't blame you,
but you're wrong.
l'm sorry, Mac.
l'm sorry.
Hey, Rick.
What's the odds on Duke Kamani?
- 20-1 . - 20-1? You gotta be kidding.
Duke's a great surf skier, but he's nearly 63.
63? l thought he was closer to 70.
- 15-1 - What?
What are you giving on Three-Toed Tony?
Ah. Sure, Mr. Rick. Anything you want. Opakapaka with grape leaves. You got it.
- What are you babbling about? - l cook anything.
All right. Here, l got it. 80-1 .
You wouldn't be accepting wagers for next week's race, would you?
Wagers? Me? You gotta be kidding. That's against club policy.
''Herky Moslick, 15-1 .
''Jay Lee, 7-1 .''
(Laughs)
- ''Magnum, 100-1 .'' - lt's not what you think.
- lt's not? - No, it's um...
Well, it's my new system to keep tabs on delinquent accounts, you see...
The first number shows the amount owed.
And the second number shows the months that it's past due.
Oh.
So Magnum has owed the club $100 for one month?
Yeah. You see how easy it is?
This reminds me of the time l caught Magnum on the household computer
playing Dungeons and Dragons.
He said he was computing the shortest distance between the estate
and various spots he frequents around the island.
He was doing this, he said, to reduce wear and tear on the Ferrari.
That is pathetic.
lt takes second place to the story you just told me.
OK, l gotta level with you, it is my book on the surf ski race, but it's for a good cause.
- What cause? - The one you're president of.
l'm president of many. The Hawaiian Society for Underprivileged Children...
That's the one. Underprivileged children. l'm going to donate 50%%% of the profits to them.
100%%%.
75.
100, and the board shall never learn
that the manager of the King Kamehameha Club was taking wages for personal profit.
- Where's Magnum? - He's probably out practicing for the race.
l doubt it. He and MacReynolds weren't back from their toot on the town when l left.
- Damn! - What's wrong?
Hey, man, you remember Nuzo?
Didn't he run a floating crap game out the south side of Chicago?
No, man. He was with us in Duc Hue when we escaped.
T.C., you guys did that before l joined the team, remember?
l replaced the gunner that bought it on that mission. Um...
Cookie.
How in the hell could l forget that?
- T.C., are you all right? - Yeah.
Yeah.
Just gotta find Magnum, you know. Just gotta find him.
lt had been a typical sunrise in paradise.
Beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful.
l wish Mac could be around to see it, l wish Mac could be around to do a lot of things,
but he wasn't, and somehow it was my fault.
l was finding that hard to live with.
Mac was one of the good guys.
A white hat.
A buddy you could always count on.
Even if it took a little persuading now and then.
Thomas, this is your worst one yet. l mean it, this is the worst.
To think you could get information out of me by conning me with jelly rolls, an éclair.
These are jelly-filled too. And these éclairs, they're just great.
(Laughs)
That's so dumb. Besides, l'm on a diet.
- Magnum, you're conning me. - lf that's what you want to think, fine.
- lt's not a problem. - M-M-Magnum, come back.
l know you're conning me.
Oh, so that's the reason for the two scoops of chocolate,
and butterscotch and the nuts?
- That's great. There's banana in there. - Cherries...
- Cherries? - What do you want from me?
- Me? Want? - Yeah, want.
l always wanted something, and after a little protesting, Mac always came through.
Always.
Even when Buck Greene was around.
l don't know how and l don't know why,
but Michelle's alive and here, and you're mixed up in it, you're the key.
And l'm gonna find her.
l don't care if l have to blow the lid off whatever your operation is,
and no matter who it hurts, and l mean it.
- You think he means it, Mac? - Yes, sir, l do.
Good Lord. What happened?
l'm sorry, Higgins. l'm afraid the Ferrari's totaled.
- lt wasn't an accident? - No, sir. lt was a bomb.
- Are you certain? - Yes, sir.
Why in God's name would they wanna kill him?
l don't know, sir. l didn't expect it.
lt's my error.
l'll be more careful in the future.
Perhaps we should bring Magnum in for his own protection.
l wouldn't do that, sir. lf we pull him in, they'll know we're onto something.
- Besides, l don't know where he is. - What?
Don't worry, sir. l'll find him.
Whatever they're up to, Magnum's a part of it.
l have no intention of losing him now.
- You served with Magnum in Nam? - Yes, sir.
And you mothered his former wife as an agent?
Michelle. Yes, sir.
She's still in Vietnam.
She's married to one of their generals.
Magnum must really hate you.
Yes, sir.
l believe he does. Probably always will.
Ten'hun!
Don't be too sure.
Even the most hated enemies have ways of becoming friends,
in time.
They said Julie would be in the hospital a couple of days for observation.
(Higgins) They must have wanted to keep you there too.
l don't know. l'm not even sure how l got home.
You obviously walked, old boy.
12 miles, at least.
So this is what you were doing with the matchsticks.
Yes.
- Do you know what it is? - l killed him, Higgins.
- l killed Mac. - That's pure nonsense.
Someone tried to kill you, and Mac, unfortunately, got in the way.
lt happened to me once.
ln Burma, during the war.
Any idea who would want to kill you?
No.
lvan.
l haven't had a headache like this since Duc Hue.
Would you give me that aspirin bottle in the glove compartment?
T.C., you're only supposed to carry this on a military assignment.
- l ain't taking no chances. - T.C. !
And l don't need no lectures, either.
l'm sorry, man.
lt's just that he's here. l can feel him, just like in Nam.
Remember that itch l used to get just before an L.Z. got lit up?
Yeah.
Man, l've had that same itch ever since l picked up Nuzo.
lvan's here, man, and l'm gonna waste him.
There's a tan sedan following us.
You sure?
Been on our butt since we left Robin's Nest.
(T.C.) Hang on.
(T.C.) Satisfied?
- Take the next side road. - Don't go nowhere.
Just doubles around behind an old abandoned gun emplacement.
Even better.
- Don't say it. - Say what?
- You know what. - That you're acting paranoid?
l asked you not to say it.
(* l Can't Get No Satisfaction)
* And l try
* l can't get no
* When l'm drivin' in my car
* And that man comes on the radio
* He's tellin' me more and more
* About some useless information
* Supposed to fire my imagination
* l can't get no
* No, no, no
* Hey, hey, hey
* That's what l say
* l can't get no
* Satisfaction
* l can't get no
* Satisfaction
* Cos l try
* And l try
* l can't get no
* When l'm watchin' my TV
* And a man comes on and tells me
* How white my shirts can be
* But he can't be a man cos he doesn't smoke
* The same cigarettes as me
* l can't get no
* No, no, no
* Hey, hey, hey
* That's what l say *
(Door slams)
lt's been a few years, but you'll know it's Nuzo.
Oh, man.
Am l glad to see you!
Agh.
Sorry. Sorry.
You look good.
You look the same as ever.
For you, for you.
Like old times.
Give you guys a couple of days, you'll have this place looking like a hooch.
And armed like one.
lt's a good thing T.C.'s in the reserves.
Damn. l forgot to call and change my weekend duty.
Don't do that, T.C. You got a mission to fly. Don't didi out because of me.
l got a mission here, to waste lvan.
What are you talking about? You don't know lvan's within 10,000 miles.
What does it take to convince you, Thomas? He wasted Mac.
Hold the call, T.C.
(Laughs) That's an order.
l think l need more aspirin.
- Sorry to hear about your buddy. - Thanks.
- Did l know him in Nam? - He wasn't in Nam.
l guess you think l'm dinky dau, right?
Ah.
- l didn't say that. - But you were thinking it.
Well, Nuzo, the thought did cross my mind.
Maybe you're right, but if that wasn't lvan in D.C., it was his twin.
All right, then why is he here after you?
Us. He is after us. We diddy-bopped our butts out of there,
we're the only ones that ever did.
- Maybe he's trying to clean his record. - Oh, come on, Nuzo.
T.C., did you see that slick?
- What slick? - lt came up the valley same time as you.
They do it all the time. Army Cobras crossing Kolekole Pass to Wheeler.
(T.C.) Same path the Japanese took in '41 when they bombed Pearl.
But it wasn't no Cobra. lt was a 58.
T.C., you said the marines are on maneuvers with the Guard.
We are.
Most of our birds should be at K-Bay or Kahoolawe.
Maybe you weren't paranoid after all.
- Nothing, sir. - Maggie.
Whoever he is, he served with them. l'll bet my birds on it.
- And it was in Nam. - l don't disagree, Colonel.
But 2, 150,000 marines, sailors, soldiers and airmen
served in Vietnam between March 1965 and January 1973.
- Even limiting our search to... - You just make that up?
No, sir. To the best of my knowledge,
that's the number of military personnel who served in Vietnam.
There were also 350,000 civilians there under government contract.
Maggie, you're amazing.
As l was saying, Colonel, even limiting our search
to units that had possible contact with Thomas Magnum or Theodore Calvin
would mean comparing 100,000 photos to this.
And it has been over ten years. lndividuals change.
He was with 'em. And he's not here on any R&R.
Take a look. You'd think they were going out on a search-and-destroy.
Maybe they are.
Yeah. But why?
And after who?
And what's the connection to the Russians?
l got a feeling we'll know
when we get a make on our friend here.
Colonel, why don't we just have Five-O stop him next time he moves,
do a routine license check?
You got a lot to learn, kid.
First, never involve the locals,
unless you want your mission known from one end of the island to another.
Second, don't let your connection to the other side
know what's going on.
Even if that connection is a possible target, sir?
(Phone rings)
Especially if that connection is a possible target, Maggie.
Bring me back the files on Duc Hue.
- Colonel Greene. - Colonel, l have a tap on the line.
- Patch it in here. - Already done. lt's into the main computers.
Any calls on their line...
Hold on a minute, sir.
- They're leaving. - All of them?
- Yes, in the van. - Alert the others.
l'll be airborne in three minutes.
- They're on the move. l'll be in the chopper. - Aye, aye, sir.
Male chauvinist...
Maybe l didn't wanna face the fact l might be responsible for Mac's death.
Maybe l was getting as paranoid as T.C. and Nuzo.
Maybe it was delayed stress and l didn't even know it.
Whatever it was, l prayed that slick that went up the valley
had one Colonel Buck Greene in it.
Cos if it did, everything Nuzo said was true.
lvan was out there somewhere.
All l had to do was shake Buck to go after him.
- Round the next bend. - We'll rendezvous at 2200.
Roger.
Get ready.
Go.
(Nuzo) Magnum was right. We got a tail.
(Gunshot)
- (T.C.) See him? - No, he didn't come round the last turn.
- Check topside. - Roger.
We're all clear. We are home free, man.
lf l'd known it was gonna be this easy, Thomas could have stayed in with us.
Don't worry about being spotted. Get us there, fast.
Don't move. He's gotta think you're dead, you understand?
- Yeah. - Can you cut loose?
- l don't know. - You gotta do it. Cut loose and drop.
- On three. - Got it.
One, two...
three.
(Gunshot)
You all right?
lt's clean through.
l guess it's time you and l had a little talk.
All we know for sure is it's called Operatsiya Vstrecha,
Operation Reunion, and it's on for sometime this weekend.
- Your name was tied to it. - Why the hell didn't somebody tell me?
Lieutenant, close those blinds.
l didn't know they were gonna try to kill you. l'm sorry.
- Tell Mac you're sorry. - Mac was a big boy.
- He knew the risks. - Like l did?
- Take it easy. - Don't tell me what to do, Admiral.
l'm not one of your boys anymore, or girls.
How'd you con Mac into it, Buck?
He followed orders. No con.
That was your specialty with him.
So that's how you do it?
Mac didn't wanna do it, Magnum. He really didn't have a choice.
(Greene) l'd be careful if l were you, Maggie.
You're liable to find that cute butt of yours up on insubordination charges.
Now that's enough. lf anyone is going to press charges around here, it will be me.
l have to attend a reception for the Japanese prince.
l'm not going to miss it because of some teenage wrestling match between you two,
whether you are in the navy or not, Mr. Magnum.
- Now get on with it, Colonel. - Yes, sir.
Who is he?
His name is Nuzo. We were in Nam together.
Why is he here?
R&R.
- l'm not buying it, Magnum. - l'm not selling it, Buck.
Where's Calvin?
l don't know where T.C. is.
You don't seem to know much about anything, do you, son?
l know l've been used as a target.
l know a buddy of mine's been killed.
And l know it all could have been avoided if somebody would have filled me in.
And l know l'm not your son, sir.
Some kind of personal war.
A vendetta between you, T.C., this Nuzo and who?
You tell me, you're the intelligence officer.
Damn it, Magnum! l've got a Japanese prince, his whole delegation,
the Russians got something going down this weekend,
and like it or not, you're involved.
Now, what is it?
l don't think he knows, Colonel,
or if he does, is going to say.
l've got a reception to attend.
- Lieutenant, drive Mr. Magnum home. - Admiral.
That will be all, Colonel Greene.
Yes, sir.
Goodbye, son. Er... Mr. Magnum.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
(Maggie) lt's been a tough day for you.
That's an understatement, Lieutenant.
Would you like to stop at the officers' club for a drink?
Who put you up to it? Buck or the admiral?
l don't understand.
Buck doesn't respect you enough. Had to be the admiral.
How far were you to go?
Just a drink.
(Forklift beeps)
(Laughs)
Well, l'm glad you draw the line at just one drink.
- You're making fun of me. - No, l'm not.
l'll bet you hate Buck calling you Maggie.
One of these days l'm gonna take those birds on his shoulder and...
And do something very unprofessional with them.
l'll bet you will.
How well did you know Mac?
l liked Mac.
He treated me as an equal,
he never made a pass,
and he always had me laughing.
Yeah. How would you like to help me catch his killer?
- Are you serious? - Very, only there's one condition.
Nothing gets to Buck unless l OK it.
Deal?
Deal.
(Knocking)
- T.C., you look terrible. You all right? - l need your wheels, man.
- l got a date. - You can use the van.
Wait a minute. Let me see your eyes.
Charlie's on my butt, man. l need your car.
- Charlie? - Look, Orville, l ain't got time to explain.
l need your car.
(Magnum) Next.
Next.
That's him. Only his name's not Mihael Korsky. lt's lvan.
He's not a Bulgarian trade officer. He's a Russian K.G.B. colonel.
- How do you know that? - l met him in North Vietnam.
Duc Hue. Do you think he killed Mac?
- Trying to kill me. - Why?
l... l guess cos we escaped.
He was in Cairo on a trade mission in October 1981 .
Why does that date ring a bell?
lt's when Sadat was assassinated by military extremists.
Hi, Higgins.
Magnum.
You gave me a bit of a start.
Didn't the lads growl?
Seeing your condition, l suppose they didn't consider it sporting,
sort of like shooting a sitting rabbit.
- Did T.C. show up? - No. But Rick called.
l do wish you'd get an answering service.
l have one.
My point exactly.
Rick seemed quite agitated. Something about T.C. borrowing his car.
l never can quite tell with Rick. He mumbles so.
Don't tell me.
The bridge on the River Kwai.
Quite.
l was there, you know.
- l was afraid you were. - Nothing like the film.
Bridge was bombed, not blown up by some American sailor.
Not some American sailor. William Holden.
What are you talking about? He was an actor.
Oh, l see.
ln the film.
l'm glad l escaped before it was destroyed.
Had to be done, of course,
but l'd put too much bloody sweat into it to watch it go up.
l remember one morning we were sent out to cut teak for pilings...
Oh, well, l'm sure he's bushed.
You'll enjoy this, lads.
Lieutenant Bumgardner had a touch of malaria, so l took his place that morning.
l was a mere lance corporal, but nevertheless, the men looked up to me.
We were trudging through the jungle when high overhead we heard a sound.
There was Bumgardner up in a tree, delirious,
shouting what can only be described as an obscene chant.
Something Higgins said touched off an idea.
lt was like a jigsaw puzzle coming together and l still didn't have all the pieces.
But the answer had to do with me, T.C., Nuzo and William Holden.
(TV) Any cigars left, Cookie?
(Magnum) The sniping happened so fast, l didn't really question how lvan found us.
He could have tailed us, but lvan hadn't proved to be the best of trackers in the past.
(Speaks Vietnamese)
Ease up, ease up.
- They're going in the wrong direction. - What?
That girl knows where we crossed.
lvan didn't believe her.
That don't make sense.
What difference does it make? Man, we're going home. We're going home.
(TV) They do that sometimes,
just put an agent in with us, a trained specialist.
Maybe he's a German the Krauts planted in this barracks.
- ln this barracks? - Why not? Just one of the boys.
Sharing our bunks, eating our chow.
(Magnum) lt suddenly hit me. lvan had let us escape.
That meant there was a reason for his brutality.
l didn't know what it was, but l had a good idea who would.
How's your head?
Worse.
Remember how l used to cure it at Duc Hue?
lt's OK. You can remember now.
Yeah.
Yeah. You used to make the pain go away.
Deep-six the gum.
The pain will be gone in a minute.
- Thanks. - Hey.
We are brothers.
(Magnum) That is not Nuzo!
That induction photo was taken 1 7 years ago.
- People change. - Not the color of their eyes, Buck.
The Nuzo that T.C. and l escaped from Duc Hue with had brown eyes, not green.
Wait a minute. Sir, l can overlap that surveillance photo you just took with this.
Who the hell is he?
Probably some Russian psychologist with the K.G.B.
The real Nuzo was either killed or died.
The Nuzo that T.C. and l were in prison with took his place.
Why?
l think to get T.C. to assassinate your Japanese prince.
- Oh, come on, T.C. wouldn't do that. - T.C. wouldn't take drugs either, Rick.
At least not willing...
Damn.
Nuzo was always giving T.C. gum.
- T.C. doesn't chew gum. - l still don't understand.
What if T.C. was drugged and somehow programmed by the Russians in Duc Hue?
- Programmed to do what? - To kill.
To activate him, Nuzo slipped him the same drug in the gum.
(Rick) You guys are looney tunes.
l don't care how you drug or program T.C.,
you couldn't get him to kill the Japanese prince, no way.
You could, if he thought he was killing someone else.
Who?
lvan.
This is your target.
- The Valley of the Temples? - No. Look closer.
lt is not the Valley of the Temples.
lt is Quan Loi, the N.V.A. ville off Go Noi lsland.
Do you remember?
Quan Loi.
Yeah, we took it out.
That's right. They rebuilt it. And he will be there tomorrow.
- At 0800 hours. - Who?
Me, nigger.
l was afraid you would have forgotten me.
But you would not do that.
Not after Cookie.
(Screams)
l will be waiting at Quan Loi.
(Screams)
You remember now, nigger. Quan Loi.
Cookie.
- Cookie. - (Screams)
Remember Cookie.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow!
Quan Loi.
0800 hours.
What do we do?
We waste lvan!
(Mac) What do you say we drive up to Pali Lookout and watch the sunrise?
(Magnum) l wondered how long l'd keep counting sunrises. Maybe the rest of my life.
(Greene) We all have our problems, Captain. l surely do.
l don't wanna hear any excuses. Find it.
Can't be more than a dozen Mercedes 450s on this island,
and the F.B. l. and Five-O can't find one?
(Magnum) They're not looking in the right places.
Morning.
How did you get here? This is a restricted area. Lieutenant Calvin?
Sir, how did you get a civilian vehicle into this area?
l got a mission to fly.
Lieutenant, if you'll wait right here, l'll call the duty officer. Lieutenant Calvin!
Go!
Sappers! They've broken through the wire!
(Machine-gun fire)
Right, T.C., let's get this bird outta here.
Up! Go on!
(Speaks Vietnamese)
Damn. l'm on my way.
T.C. just stole a Loach from the marines.
- You're kidding. - l wish l were.
l'm going with you.
(lmaginary voice) Delta Three, Delta Ten.
Delta Three, Delta Ten.
He's flown under our radar.
- They lost him on radar. - l heard.
Buck, where's the Japanese delegation?
Oh, my God. On their way to the Valley of the Temples.
(lmaginary voice) Delta Ten, Delta Three.
Taking heavy automatic fire, RPGs and mortars.
Quan Loi village, grid 23%551. Heavy automatic fire.
Delta Three, Delta Ten. Loach on its way.
Switch to air-support freq. Codename Fandance.
Delta Three leaving freq to air support. Freq leaving now.
Fandance, Fandance. Three needs immediate...
(Magnum) Patch me into marine TAC frequency.
What was our call sign on the mission we got captured?
- l don't know, l wasn't with you then. - Our last mission in Nam, what was it?
Blueboy. No, no, Fandance.
Cannonball, Cannonball, Casey Jones.
(Magnum) Cannonball, Cannonball, this is Casey Jones.
Cannonball, Cannonball.
(lmaginary voices) Yellow smoke. Request shell.
- Fandance, roger that. - Priority one.
Delta Three, meet Dust-Off. Urgent. Urgentl
- Delta Three, switch to air vac. - Dust-Off, Delta Three. Urgent, wounded.
- Repeat - we have wounded. Four critical. - Delta Three, is the area secure?
- Negative. - Roger, Delta Three. Coming in.
- Delta Three, can you give me smoke? - Negative. l'll talk you in.
(Magnum) Cannonball, this is Casey Jones. Do you read? Casey Jones, do you read?
- One minute. - Casey, this is Cannonball.
He's making a run on the temples.
(lmaginary voice) Three-Ten, have four on the way to assist the Loach.
Ten-Three, roger. What's the code? What's the code?
Three-Ten, Fandance codename Valkyrie on air-support freq.
(Magnum) Cannonball, Cannonball, abort, abortl
Mission is scrubbed.
(lmaginary voice) What's the code?
What's the code? What's the code? What's the code? What's the code?
(Magnum) Cannonball, Casey Jones. Do you read? Over.
Mission is scrubbed. Return to base. Over.
- Got to waste lvan. - lvan's not there. Repeat, lvan's not there.
Mission is scrubbed. Return to base. Over.
Thomas?
Port side, buddy.
What's happening?
We're going home.
lt was the third sunrise since Mac died and l was still counting.
The military flew T.C. to Walter Reed to deprogram and detoxify.
Whatever was in that gum didn't look like it would cause permanent damage,
but the military wanted to be sure.
Nuzo gave a wonderful performance
as the Vietnam vet suffering from delayed stress,
until the F.B.l. compared his prints to the real Nuzo's.
Then he forgot how to speak English and asked to see the Russian ambassador.
And lvan... lvan was gonna go scot-free.
lt seems that even though T.C. and l
could testify to lvan's real identity and to what he'd done to Cookie in Duc Hue,
the State Department didn't want to offend the Russians at this time.
So they listed him as a Bulgarian diplomat, granting him immunity.
Admiral Hawkes was furious.
The best he could do was declare him undesirable and ask him to leave.
And that wasn't good enough.
(Speaks Russian)
Move the car.
lf l could do that, l wouldn't be in the middle of the road.
Hello, lvan.
Let's take a walk.
You mean that's not the carburetor?
That's far enough.
Cigarette?
Perhaps l should have killed you at Duc Hue.
Why didn't you?
Captain Mihael, Nuzo as you know him, and l
decided we needed you to control T.C.
Without you, he'd never have tried to escape.
He would have tried to kill me instead.
And you tried to kill me here.
Yes, so you would not interfere, which you obviously did.
My congratulations, Lieutenant.
lt was all planned, back at Duc Hue?
Not specifics, not even target.
Just trigger.
How many others are out there like T.C.?
You are still schoolboy, Thomas, using schoolboy tricks.
No tricks.
Who's next on your hit list? Begin? Thatcher?
Reagan?
l have plane to catch.
lf you are going to shoot me, do it now.
You won't.
You can't.
l know you, Thomas. l had you for three months at Duc Hue.
l know you better than your mother.
Your sense of honor and fair play.
You could shoot me, if l was armed and coming after you.
But like this, Thomas,
never.
Goodbye, Thomas.
(Speaks Russian)
lvan.
Yes?
Did you see the sunrise this morning?
Yes. Why?