T.C.'s chopper was used to bust a guy out of prison.
Must have been skyjacked.
What's happening?
Get ready for a bath.
- Why did he say that? - We're going to crash-land.
- Any sign of his chopper? - Nothing.
Killing me will only exacerbate your culpability.
You're gonna have to shoot me too.
What, are you crazy? Thomas is gonna shoot you.
Why would Magnum come?
Thomas Magnum broke a code, a soldier's code.
Magnum!
This morning in paradise
was not much better than the one yesterday.
In other words, it was perfect.
And morning in paradise is the perfect time of day.
A quiet run and then a swim.
It's a time you're truly alone,
a time when you're allowed to fully appreciate the rhythms of living.
Besides, Higgins was going to be gone all day.
And that made me appreciate the rhythms of living even more.
Come on.
- All right? - They got across the road.
Right in front of me. I didn't have no time.
- It's all right. - You saw it, didn't you?
- No, I didn't. - You saw it, didn't you?
- No, no, hold still. - I'm up a big creek now.
- My boss. I'm gonna be late. - It's all right.
Don't worry. I'll work out something.
You'd better.
We got to get back for the luau by two.
The social obligations of these gentlemen are irrelevant.
I have an appointment.
Well, so do we, at eight o'clock.
Perhaps you have the wrong day.
Thursday, today!
Look, our charter goes back to Kansas City tomorrow.
This is the last chance we'll have to get slides for the Rotary club.
- You made us a deal. - I also had a deal.
The Anglo-Polynesian Botanical Society commissioned me
to take aerial photographs of flora for the next issue of their magazine.
I am working on deadline.
Listen, Higgins, Mr. Curry, Mr. Bryce, I'm really sorry.
I must have messed up in my paperwork, or files.
I thought you were coming next Thursday.
Maybe I can take all three of you up together.
- Fine, let's go. - Absolutely not.
Listen, Higgins, I'll give you a discount.
- How much? - 20%.
- 60. - 30.
Fifty.
He had to be doing at least 50 when he went over that rise.
He just missed me.
And you didn't see the collision?
No, I heard it. I was still trying to get my heart started.
Thank you. We'll be in touch.
- That's all? - Yes, sir.
You're not charging him? I mean, he was driving recklessly.
You just said you didn't see the accident.
Besides, the breathalyzer test was negative.
The positioning of the vehicles tend to support his story.
We've no reason to take Mr. Cobb other than but to a hospital.
Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Magnum.
Officer.
The man in the car, who was he?
That's one for the coroner.
The car was a rental. Probably a tourist.
You know, I take up maybe 50 tourists a month.
Never made a mistake like this before.
Guess there's a first time for everything.
What kind of film are you using?
Personally, for aerial photography, I prefer high-speed reversal stock,
which the lab can push up a stop if necessary.
I get mine at the drugstore.
What discount are we gonna get?
Discount? What do you mean, discount?
It's on the house.
Relax.
I say.
We're changing course.
To where?
Your attention.
All inmates assigned to Block B, lockup will be in ten minutes.
Block B, ten minutes to lockup.
Get us out of here!
Thomas, I came right over just as soon as I heard the news.
What? The crash is on the news already?
- Crash? Don't you know? - Know what?
T.C.'s chopper was used to bust a guy out of prison.
Must have been skyjacked.
- When? - About a half-hour ago.
Higgins. Higgins was going up with him.
HIGGINS: I urge you to turn back at once.
This is an exercise in futility.
- One that will... - End in abject failure.
I know. You've already told me.
So now just shut up or else you'll swim.
Where did you get him, anyway?
Change course. Head for Kauai.
Kauai? Never make it, man. They'll pick us up on radar.
Not if we fly under it.
I want to feel the spray on my face.
Air's too choppy.
You'll feel more than spray on your face. Most likely sharks.
Besides, man, I'm losing fuel. A bullet must have hit my fuel line.
I heard you were good, Mr. Calvin.
Don't disappoint me.
Do it.
There's the island, bear right.
- What's happening? - Are we going to make it?
- Get ready for a bath. - Just keep flying.
There's a clearing on the other side of the island where you'll touch down.
No way, Mister.
We'll hit the clearing in three minutes.
You've got to be kidding.
- Why did he say that? - It's quite obvious.
We're going to crash-land right here.
Hold on, everybody.
Damn.
Seven years of work, flying other people's machines.
Saving, waiting...
You didn't happen to see the 90 by 230 zoom by any chance?
What are you talking about zooms for? They just wrecked my chopper.
I'm sure insurance will take care of it.
I'm responsible for having possibly damaged two of Mr. Masters' cameras.
It's a ridiculous situation you've gotten me into.
- Me? - Well, of course.
If you hadn't been so intent on earning a few extra dollars...
You ought to try running your own business, Higgins.
I have. It was Geneva, 1957. The Arlington Arms.
It was a quiet hotel, nothing ostentatious,
yet we catered to Europe's most discriminating clientele,
dukes, earls and occasional viscounts.
You, turn around. Come on, we're taking a walk.
- I beg your pardon? - Come on.
Hey.
Hey, wait a minute. Hey, what did he do?
Nothing. We're only taking one of you.
Killing me will only exacerbate your culpability.
Not only that, you're gonna have to shoot me too.
- That's very decent of you, T.C. - Shut up, Higgins.
You're not gonna shoot just him.
Hey, if that's the way you feel about it.
- Knock it off. - One hostage is plenty.
Be logical. We've got a good five hours' walk ahead of us.
We shoot one of them, the other knows he's dead too, then he's no good to us.
So we take 'em both. You got that?
Good.
All right, get everything we need. Let's move out. Break his camera.
- Why didn't you use your pick? - T.C. pick-proofed it.
Why?
Remember those Hungarian acrobats?
Yeah. I tell you, Thomas, this is different.
The hijacker didn't exactly leave his driver's license
and social security card.
They had to leave a name.
Probably an alias.
Guys in this business tend to stick to the same one.
Maybe you can get somewhere with it.
I don't know those people any more.
Maybe you should get reacquainted.
Look at this mess. Nothing's in order.
It's all a jumble, names, dates...
How does he do business?
How does he know who his customers are?
Whoa.
What is it?
Spangled tights.
Come on, Rick. Keep looking.
Nothing with today's date.
Nothing's alphabetized.
This is a wild-goose chase.
Aha.
How did you find it?
Simple. You've just got to know how T.C.'s mind works.
It was under P for paying.
It's two guys, Blair Melvin and Vic Barth, from Kansas...
Higgins was going up at the same time.
Double tipping, that's how his mind works.
Come on.
Hold it, Magnum.
Breaking and entering is a serious offence
and so is stealing evidence.
That's really compounding it.
Hi, lieutenant. Hi, guys.
Hi, Magnum. I guess great minds think alike.
I bet that's a rental contract with a couple of real cute monikers.
Here, let me have it.
I'll run this through the computer.
Maybe establish a link with the guy they broke out.
Who was he?
We think a paperhanger named Eugene Goorwitz.
It hasn't been verified yet.
They're trying to lock down the last two cellblocks.
What about T.C.? Any sign of his chopper?
Nothing. We lost radio contact half-way to Molokai.
But if it comes ashore, we'll find them.
Otherwise the Coast Guard will.
What are we supposed to do?
Hey, come on, guys, we've already been through the place.
Thank you for the extra fingerprints.
Just don't do me any more favors. Go home.
- Lieutenant! - Magnum, you stay in the bullpen.
Right now, I am on the mound.
I can remember it as if it were only yesterday.
The Burmese death march.
Our brave lads were dropping like flies and so were our captors.
The oppressive heat sapping every ounce of moisture from our bodies.
Shut up.
I would recommend removing those loafers and going without.
But then, of course, you'd be vulnerable to the snakes and tarantulas.
One more word...
Come on, we're off our timetable.
Too bad you didn't think of that earlier.
Just keep walking, T.C.
"Just keep walking, T.C."
Fly me here, T.C. Fly me there."
Where are we going now, Mister?
To the clearing you were supposed to land in.
Yeah? Then what?
Then we get what we come for and we leave by boat.
Don't worry. You guys will be staying right here.
Yeah, dead.
The thought has entered my mind.
I knew it. They're gonna kill us. We've got to figure out some way...
Come on.
Leave him alone.
The sooner we get out of this place, the better.
Look, don't make it tougher on yourself, okay?
Yeah, thanks.
Sit.
Listen, thanks for seeing me, Ice Pick.
Always a pleasure seeing some old friends.
Hot enough for you yet?
It's fine. Fine, Ice Pick.
Steam's good for you, opens the pores.
You will live to be 102, you know?
Maybe.
Listen, um... I need a favor.
My sister has her hearing on the 12th.
I'd like you to run down a couple...
I'd sure hate to see her take a fall for something awful like this.
She's a good kid. You know my sister, don't you?
Sure, sure. She's quite a girl, quite a girl, Sheila.
Dolores.
I'll make it hotter.
- You'll like it. - Yeah, thanks.
You know, one of your employees is testifying at the grand jury.
Who?
Keoki.
Keoki? You're kidding.
I want you to talk to him, Rick.
Make him understand what a wonderful person my sister is.
Sure, Ice Pick.
You know, Rick, we should do this more often.
Now you can give me those two names you need.
- We got to do something. - I agree.
I got a plan.
Since one of your schemes got us into this predicament,
I suggest we ignore it.
I have a plan.
Another one of your oldies but goodies?
Suez, actually, 1956.
The Egyptians had us completely surrounded.
Hey, look.
Hey, what about us?
Go ahead.
T.C., I wouldn't go near that pond.
- Why? - The Peridasteaus fly.
They're indigenous to these islands.
So?
The mortality rate from drinking water
infected by the female of the species is high.
94.7%, if I recall correctly.
Yes. Oh, my.
They are in the water. Where else could they be?
They were at the Molokai Channel when radar lost contact.
The news said they took hits over the prison.
What's the fuel capacity of the 500-D?
Hmm... 56 gallons.
Let's see.
If they change course, flew under the radar, they could be anywhere...
Within 200 miles circumference of any point where the radar lost contact.
Hell, Thomas, there's a lot of uninhabited rock out here.
Hello.
Yeah. It's for you.
- Who is it? - It's Ice Pick.
Thanks.
Yo.
Yeah?
That's great. That's great. I owe you one.
No, no, don't worry.
Your sister will beat the rap. I guarantee it.
I got the ID on the guys that took the chopper.
Mainland beef, strictly muscle.
You sure?
Ice Pick is never wrong.
What's a small-time, white-collar criminal like Goorwitz
doing hiring mainland hoods to bust him out?
Who cares? I just want to know where those creeps took T.C. and Higgins.
It's all downhill from here.
Through jungle, though.
I said it's not far.
Yeah, you said that an hour ago.
You guys want to stay here, I'm amenable.
You don't see T.C. and the sergeant major complaining.
They have nothing to gain.
Well, almost nothing.
Come on, Higgins.
- Want to try your Suez plan now? - We never implemented it.
- What? - We were replaced by Egyptian troops...
I just don't want to hear it. I told you to stop smoking.
- Save yourself, man. - Higgins, come on.
Maybe Ice Pick was never wrong
but he didn't have all the answers either
and I was hoping maybe Tanaka did, or at least some of them.
On the way there, I was thinking about the last time I saw T.C. and Higgins.
They were ganging up on me about gas money and the wine cellar.
I kind of missed it.
Well, at least there was one comforting thought about this.
T.C. and Higgins had each other to keep themselves going.
- Don't touch me, man. - Keep moving, T.C.
Lyden should have finished you off too.
Just keep walking, chin up.
My chin's all right. My shoulder's shot.
- That bandage requires changing. - I'm all right.
I admire your courage but excessive blood loss...
I've said I'm all right. Suez.
Come on!
- Watch it. - It wasn't his fault.
- You want a slug in your back too? - Knock it off.
We'll never get there dragging him.
Get it through your head, he's coming.
All the way to the clearing.
- We got the limey. - Uh-huh.
The one you wanted to blow away.
Don't even think of it.
I know where the stuff is and you don't.
I also know where the boat is hidden. Right?
Excellent. Now, let's move.
After I change his bandage.
Do not press your luck, sergeant major.
Move!
Funny the way he knew my name and your rank.
Yes.
Sorry, Magnum, nothing. It's only been a couple of hours.
There's a lot of water out there, just give us more time.
We'll find them.
Look, Rick got a possible ID on the two hijackers.
- Mainland... - Muscle, yeah.
Jack Curry and Floyd Bryce.
The computer kicked their names out a couple of hours ago.
Any previous connection to Goorwitz?
Not that we know of.
Listen, lieutenant, this just doesn't make sense.
Goorwitz only had six months left to serve on his sentence.
Why hire mainland hoods to bust him out
and in such a risky way?
You never know what a man in prison's going to do.
Might have made some enemies, been on somebody's hit list.
A dozen reasons.
You want to go to the Islander game on Friday?
Got a couple of extra tickets.
Sure, if Higgins and T.C. can go.
I'm trying, Magnum, I'm trying.
I know you are.
Oh.
I've been meaning to ask you, that crash, you ever ID the guy in the sedan?
Yeah, it was some tourist guy from France.
Raymond Lefevre or LeFever, something like that.
One name and suddenly I knew why
a paperhanger with only six months to serve
busted out of Halawa Prison in T.C.'s chopper,
only I couldn't tell Tanaka.
If I did, it was liable to get T.C. and Higgins killed.
All I had to do to be sure was to visit one inmate at Halawa Prison.
We just got the last of them in lockdown.
When Goorwitz lifted out of here in that chopper,
he left a full-scale riot in his wake.
- It wasn't Goorwitz. - So you told me.
Lyden, step forward.
Lyden.
That's not Lyden.
How the hell did you know?
Just a hunch.
You got any more?
Like where he might be?
Right there. Lyden was running guns to guerrilla groups in South America.
He was using this island as an HQ.
What's the connection to you?
I was Lyden's second-in-command. Naval Intelligence had me in deep cover.
The only one who got away was Ray Lefevre.
- The guy in the car. - He had to be coming from Lyden.
That was eight hours ago.
Can you get the King Kamehameha II?
We're going out there, just you and I?
We wouldn't want to outnumber them.
No, why do it the easy way?
Let's move in.
I want to check it out first.
I think I want to check it out with you.
Suit yourself.
Tie up the sergeant major. We'll be right back.
Give your gun to Floyd.
Come on.
Put your hands behind you.
You can at least have the decency not to tie his hands.
He's almost unconscious now.
Private Matlock, I served with briefly in North Africa, had a similar wound.
Had to walk through the desert back to our lines.
I had to write the letter to his family.
You ain't gonna write my folks.
They'd never forgive me.
- What's that? - Bats.
Be careful. Don't make any sudden moves.
I ain't scared of animals.
I'm talking about the ammo wells.
They're dug into this place 30 feet deep.
Where are the guns?
In there.
Just one crate?
That's all I need.
What's going on here?
Lefevre said we had eight cases of M-16s.
We had a deal.
I was hoping you wouldn't take it this way.
You scammed us!
Would you have broken me out of prison
if I'd told you the truth?
There's only two possibilities.
He killed your friend or your friend killed him.
I've been expecting it.
Saw the same thing happen in Singapore.
Jack.
Hey, Jack.
Time to go.
I insist you let me change his bandage.
I'll do even better than that.
I'm going to give you gentlemen some sun.
You know, on the beach. T.C.
You killed them, didn't you?
Of course, sergeant major.
There was an unspoken question on Rick's face
as we pulled out to sea
and I guess it was on mine too.
What if I was wrong?
Wrong about Lyden? Wrong about the whole thing?
We'd be taking a cruise to nowhere
while T.C. and Higgins were waiting someplace else for me,
counting on me to get them out.
We left the question unspoken.
I don't think either one of us wanted to answer it.
You know, you remind me of a Major Hawley I met in the Congo once.
I was interrogating him under the auspices of the UN peacekeeping force.
The man was a lot like you, a cold-blooded killer.
I know. I've worked with him.
Now, sit down.
Here we are, gentlemen.
Now, I want you to be sure and enjoy yourselves out here.
You can catch a little sun.
You can play in the sand.
Anything you like but, sergeant major,
you be sure and say hi to Magnum for me, won't you?
What makes you so sure he's coming?
I left him a message.
If he doesn't return it in say, one hour, you gentlemen are dead.
T.C.?
- T.C. - What! Uh...
What's happening now?
Apparently we're waiting for Magnum.
I knew it.
Every time my chopper gets bullet holes in it, he's involved.
Higgins...
I feel cold.
- It ain't gonna work. - You got any better ideas?
He's going to know I'm not this Lefevre guy.
Not from a distance. You're about the same height.
You just wave and get out of sight.
What if he's got binoculars?
How much longer?
Keep your foot to the floor, Be there in 40 minutes.
30 minutes...
Then I'm leaving.
Alone.
Evidently, Magnum doesn't think much of you two.
I was wrong.
Magnum's many things but he certainly isn't stupid,
or suicidal.
Tell me, I'm curious.
Your plan is so well orchestrated.
Only one thing, why would Magnum come?
Because he values the life of his friends more than his own.
An archaic concept in today's world.
- But one you understand. - Perhaps.
But I don't understand why you're doing this.
Thomas Magnum broke a code.
A soldier's code.
Your code.
You're no more a soldier than those two thugs you killed.
Whatever your code is, it's not mine,
nor, I suspect, Magnum's.
Sergeant major, you have 30 minutes.
I don't think T.C. does.
You go in, swim underwater and you sneak around their flank.
Are you crazy? I'm no good at swimming underwater.
- Anybody can swim underwater. - Anybody can drown, too.
If I don't drown, what do I do?
You circle around and then you take him out.
Take him out, yeah, right, while you're gonna walk right up his nose.
Thomas, he's gonna shoot you.
Lyden's not gonna shoot me.
At least not from a distance.
He could have hired anybody to do that. He wants the personal satisfaction.
I hope you're right.
The plan was not exactly Napoleonic in its brilliance
but it was the only thing I could think of.
Telling the police meant a SWAT team coming in
like the first eight bars of Tiger Rag
and that would only get T.C. and Higgins shot up.
I was hoping Lyden hadn't changed much in the last three years.
Of course, if he had...
Yes, New Guinea, '51.
Or was it '52?
No matter.
Lieutenant Hilton-Thorpe had vanished from the compound.
We searched for days.
Finally we found him lying on the beach tied to four stakes.
It seemed he'd angered the father of one of the native girls,
a mistake a green second lieutenant from Cambridge is won't to make.
Anyway, the irate father had slit poor Hilton-Thorpe's eyelids
and covered his body with honey.
Fortunately, we arrived in the nick of time.
Of course Hilton-Thorpe had to wear sunglasses for the rest of his life,
not to mention the intense dislike for sweets he acquired.
I say, T.C.,
are you listening?
Ten minutes!
Hang in there, T.C.
Well, how do I look?
Like Louis Jordan.
Get ready.
Send him in!
What if Lyden sees me?
He can't see you on this side.
Break a leg.
Magnum's here.
Whatever he wants, tell him no.
That wouldn't be sporting, would it? Not after all this trouble you went to.
- What's the matter with T.C.? - He's been shot.
He's bleeding to death.
My God, what kept you?
Sorry I was late, Higgins. I had to figure this out for myself.
I must say, your propensity for alienating people never ceases to amaze me.
What did you do to him?
Magnum!
- How many? - Just him.
We're gonna make it.
Drop the weapon.
And the surprise.
In five minutes, they'd have been dead.
Ray was late.
- You're lying. - Ask him.
You're lying to me just like you did three years ago.
Far enough.
This time you're alone.
Three years ago you came with a squad of SPs.
Three years ago I was under orders.
Mine!
The Navy's.
Because of that, 300 men got wiped out.
Good men.
They were waiting for their weapons.
They were waiting for me. You remember that, Magnum?
Yeah, I remember them.
I remember they were hired mercenaries.
The only good thing about them was they had the bucks.
You remember the guys before them, Lyden?
They didn't have the bucks.
They got wiped out 'cause they were fighting AK-47 s with spears.
They couldn't afford you, Lyden. They were waiting too.
That's not true.
Oh, yeah,
they were.
All the killing in this world, all the deaths and you feed on it.
Do what you got to do, just spare me the rhetoric.
Save your energy.
Thomas!
- Thomas! - Rick!
Hi, Rick, what are you doing down there?
Friendship is a fragile thing,
precious and delicate,
and it took something drastic and almost irreversible to make us realize that.
We were all lucky. We got another chance.
I knew the guys had to feel good about it.
You're gonna owe me for this one, boy.
I'll have to barge my machine all the way back.
Do you know how much that's gonna cost?
T.C.!
Besides, listening to Higgins all the time just about killed me.
Killed you? I was attempting to keep you from going into a coma.
You couldn't hear me consciously, but your subconscious could.
I was saving your life by keeping you involved.
Telling me about peeled eyelids?
See? You remembered.
That notwithstanding, you're responsible for two broken cameras
- for which you will pay dearly. - Higgins.
And I gotta see an orthopedist and a chiropractor regularly.
Come on, Rick!
You didn't say nothing about no 30-feet-deep ammo wells.
"Just go round the back and take him out."
It's pretty expensive knowing you.
Quite. You remind me of a chap I once served with in the Sudan.
Binky Sliverton. Binky had the most disgusting way of using people,
like the time Binky brought us all a gift of freshly-killed chickens.
We found ourselves surrounded by 300 furious Sudanese.
It seems that Binky had wandered into the hut
of one of the local witch doctors...