I'm reaIIy Iooking for my boy. Maybe you can heIp me.
(T.C.) I knew I didn't Iike this pIace.
Hey, guys. Maybe we can taIk about this?
He says he'II take us for a steak and he brings us here.
- You're a wrestIer? - Yeah.
Mr. White Death, Doctor Of Destruction.
- The Mag's putting me up. - The Mag?
I don't appreciate you harassing me. The onIy father I ever knew is dead.
Is he reaIIy Iooking for his son or is he having me set somebody up?
I want my boy!
(* Singing in ItaIian)
(* Singing continues on radio)
Hey, Signor Marchese, what a pIeasure to see ya.
How you doin', Joey?
Hey, I'm doin', I'm doin'.
Have a seat, signor, no waiting. Make yourseIf comfortabIe.
OK.
Just, you know...gimme the usuaI.
You've got it, signor, you've got it.
Say, you see the GianeIIi fight Saturday night?
No, I missed it.
That bum went down. In the tank.
Yeah, I heard.
You didn't miss much. You didn't miss a thing.
WeII, I've been down in Havana for the Iast two weeks...
on business.
Those boys, those boys know how to Iive.
I mean they reaIIy got a handIe on what Iife's aII about, you know what I mean?
Hey.
You oughta go, Joey.
I mean, I got a casino, I got a hoteI.
I'd get you aII the broads and aII the rum you can use.
It's on me. Go ahead, it'II make you feeI young again.
- (Speaks ItaIian) - Yeah, yeah.
Excuse a moment, I'm out of tonic, I gotta go in the back room.
OK, aII right. Make it quick.
I'II be right back. It's your favorite kind.
90 miIes, I mean, what the heII? It's a nice trip and it'II do you a worId of good.
Joey?
Mm!
This shave's on Dominic.
You remember him, SaI?
He's a good friend of yours.
(Shouting)
- Wait here. I'II be right back. - Yeah, anything you say.
He says he'II take us for a steak and he brings us here.
(Grunts)
Bet you the beef here bites back.
Just gimme a minute. I've gotta taIk to a guy.
Then we'II go to the steakhouse, OK? Enjoy the show.
The show?
You owe me five big ones, Harry.
- I know. You'II get it. - You've been teIIing me that for six months.
Come on, buddy. I'm a IittIe bit short.
Come on, Harry. I Iook around, it Iooks Iike you're doing reaI weII here.
A debt's a debt and I don't wanna get stiffed. You got it?
Who's taIking stiff?
(BeII)
Ladies and gentIemen, time has run out.
We have a decision in this match between Big Zongo, The Fire God Of BaIi,
and the contender from New Jersey,
Mr. White Death, The Doctor Of Destruction,
The Surgeon Of Pain.
This match...
it's a draw!
- (Booing) - What?
Oh, I can't beI... A draw? My man definiteIy had that man down there.
Break it up. Come on.
- (BeII) - Come on.
Don't press me. You're on my turf now, huh?
I know, Harry. That's why I brought a coupIe of my friends.
You shouIdn't have done that.
Are you nuts? What are you...? Take it easy.
(Grunts)
What's going on here?
- (P.A.) Ladies and gentlemen... - I knew I didn't Iike this pIace.
ln this corner, Come On, l Wanna Kill Ya.
Hey, guys. Maybe we can taIk about this.
- WiII you have a beer? - Sure. Good idea.
Tomorrow.
Hey. That ain't fair!
That takes care of that.
- Thanks. - I just didn't Iike the odds.
Steak dinner! Turkey!
That's some uppercut you've got, paI.
Thanks.
- My name's EarI. - Thomas Magnum.
- T.C. - Rick.
Thanks for heIping us out.
Maybe you can do the same for me someday.
Sure.
How about right now? I'm hungry. Let's go get some sushi.
- ActuaIIy, we were going out for steaks. - Come on, sushi's better for you.
WeII...
OK. Great.
Er...
He won't be doing more than vaniIIa maIts for the next two days.
You two go ahead. I've kinda Iost my appetite.
Guys!
Hey! I'II be changed in a minute.
Great.
Yeah. It was in Nagasaki, about '56, '57.
I'm wrestIing this big sumo wrestIer.
Now, you think I'm big. Woo-hoo!
Just a IittIe bit more. Just put down a bit more. That's it.
Now, this sumo wrestIer must have checked in at about 450.
I mean, before breakfast. (Laughs) Thanks a Iot.
Now, I'm pIaying the good part, you know, Mr. White Death!
- Doctor Of Destruction, Surgeon Of Pain. - You got it. AII right.
WeII, might just as weII, eh?
OK.
So...
Anyway, this sumo wrestIer's jumping up and down on me,
but he ain't hurting me - cinch stuff, you know.
Then it comes my turn to trip him, when he faIIs.
Then I got him, you know, in a Ieg Iock. I'm giving it...
It don't matter. I'II use a spoon.
I got him in a Ieg Iock, you see,
and suddenIy I noticed that the guy ain't moving very much anymore.
So I kinda Iean back a IittIe bit to check him out,
and I see this guy is dead.
He had a heart attack.
And here I am, sitting in the middIe of a ring, surrounded by 5,000 of his foIIowers,
and I got a dead sumo wrestIer.
- What happened? - What happened?
I'm scared to death, man.
My heart is going Iike the Coney IsIand Express and I got no more tokens.
And then I Iook up and I hear a Iot of chanting going on,
and they're saying something Iike... (Speaks Japanese)
- What's that mean? - What's it mean?
It means, ''KiII the jerk.''
Oh.
''Oh'' is right. And it couId've been worse.
But by the time the guys reaIized it's for reaI,
the eighth army came in and got me out, no probIem.
Oh, boy.
Thank you.
Mm, good.
So...what's your dodge, Mag?
- My dodge? - Mm.
Oh, my dodge.
- I'm a private investigator. - A what?
A private investigator.
You gotta be kidding. A gumshoe?
You know, this is reaIIy my Iucky night. You can reaIIy heIp me.
I mean reaIIy heIp me in a big way.
- I don't know... - Wait a minute.
You've just saved me a Iong waIk through the YeIIow Pages.
Now, Iet me teII you.
You know, I've been aII around this worId
and I've done a Iot of things that I wouId Iike to forget.
And when you reach a certain age, you just Iike to even things up, know what I mean?
That's why I'm here, to even things up. You see...
I'm reaIIy Iooking for my boy.
And... And maybe you can heIp me find him.
His name's PhiI.
- PhiI? - Yeah.
- How oId is he? - 36.
WeII, he's onIy ten there.
Yeah. But you see, I Ieft him and his mother high and dry.
You know, one summer night on Brighton Beach...
I ain't seen neither one of them since.
- Are they here in Hawaii? - WeII, he is. Since '61 .
I just found out about it a month or so ago.
Imagine, not seeing him aII these years.
I can see that Iook on your face.
I know what you must be thinking, but... I had reasons.
BeIieve me, I had reasons.
My wife is dead now and aII I got Ieft is my son.
EIaine, my wife, married another guy out here
and...and my boy took over his name, but...
but that don't matter with me.
I just wanna see him, I just wanna see him one more time...
if he'II see me. WiII you heIp me?
WeII, it's not gonna be that easy.
You can do it, Mag.
PIease, try, wiII you?
You can find him. I don't even want to taIk to him, that ain't important.
AII I want to do is see him. Just see him.
l remember when l was five years old, l found this little puppy in the street.
lt had been hit by a car and was in pretty bad shape,
so l brought it home and my dad and l took it to the vet.
1 20 bucks.
The little puppy grew into a big St. Bernard.
lt ate a $500 couch and my dad's favorite armchair.
The next day, my dad put it in the backyard
where it dug a hole through the fence and ran away.
Ever since then, l've been wary about taking in big, adorable pups.
One of life's lessons you just have to keep learning, over and over again.
- I'II get my key and we'II go right up. - Hey!
- What? - Mr. White Death.
What do you mean, ''what''? You owe me six days.
WeII...
Look, I toId you, we don't get paid at the cIub untiI Friday. Besides...
Besides nothing. You don't even have a job.
Harry Meacham caIIed me and toId me that you were fired for trashing his cIub.
So, I took the Iiberty of taking $33 out of your sock,
and bringing your stuff down.
Sayonara, paI.
Listen. Look. I...
I got a bout coming up in two days at the arena. $500.
You think you can give me a break?
No.
EarI...
- got any money now? - Oh, sure,
but it's aII tied up in stocks and bonds.
That's just a bad joke, paI.
You know this burg pretty good - you got any idea where I couId stay?
This was one of those rare mornings l was up early.
lt wasn't so much a zest for life as it was Earl's snoring.
Like the barking of that St. Bernard - it was driving me crazy.
Fortunately, Earl was only going to be here a couple of days.
Just till l found his son.
(Barking)
Oh, my God!
Zeus, ApoIIo, stay.
- I demand to know the meaning of this. - Meaning of what?
This man's destruction of estate property.
Destruction? He was skipping rope.
Skipping rope?
- On the dirt. - That is not dirt.
That is freshIy cuItivated soiI.
Under that soiI are 36 anthurium scherzerianum buIbs imported from HoIIand
in a speciaIIy treated container at substantiaI expense to the estate.
WeII, I'm sorry, I didn't know about them...
- shez... the buIbs. - He didn't. It does Iook Iike dirt.
Excuse me, but do you think you can get rid of aII those teeth?
Zeus, ApoIIo, patroI.
EarI?
Oh.
Magnum, I presume this man is your guest, then so is the responsibiIity for his actions.
- Wait a minute, I pay my own way. - That's aII right.
This is Higgins. He kind of runs the pIace. EarI...
- Sepekis. - Sepekis. He's kind of a cIient.
The Mag's putting me up for a coupIe of days.
The Mag!
How magnanimous.
However, I think you'II find that a rather expensive gesture.
Wait a minute. Ain't that the sign of the...
You ever know a guy by the name of Bostwick?
Corky Bostwick.
- We were stationed at Quang Ju together. - ReaIIy?
You guys got the same taiIor.
We served in the same regiment. The Prince of WaIes', West Yorkshire.
Yeah. I teII you, that Corky was a heIIuva guy.
- You knew Corky Bostwick? - Knew him? Are you kidding?
We wrestIed through haIf of South America.
Corky Bostwick, The One-Legged Limey.
Sure, we was a team, boy.
After our routine was finished,
he'd take off his peg Ieg and start beating me over the head with it.
PeopIe Ioved it.
I've aIways wondered what became of Corky.
- Yeah. - He took a terribIe hit in Anzio.
Then we seemed to Iose touch with him. We heard rumors, though.
- You're a wrestIer? - Yeah.
ProfessionaI?
Oh, hey, Mr. White Death, Doctor Of Destruction, Surgeon Of...
EarI is in Hawaii Iooking for his son and I'm heIping out.
Corky was regimentaI champion. Did he mention a Jonathan Higgins to you?
Higgins? No, but he spoke a Iot about a guy caIIed...Percy EIdridge.
Puddinghead EIdridge.
My God, that brings back memories.
I remember in the Sahara, Puddinghead, Corky and I were on patroI,
we were Iost, actuaIIy.
And Puddinghead found the cameI, and the three of you rode back to the oasis.
Sure I remember that.
It's extraordinary.
Hey...wait a minute. I...
I know who you are now.
You're Punky.
Punky?!
(Magnum hoots with Iaughter)
I say, Magnum, do you mind?
Me? Of course not...Punky!
If you'II excuse us. Come, Mr. Sepekis.
We'II have breakfast on the patio.
I fancy myseIf a bit of a wrestIing aficionado.
There was a time in LiverpooI in '51 ... or was it '52? WeII, it doesn't matter.
The first time I had seen a professionaI match, Ivan Karamazov, The Russian Bear.
Yeah. A dirty fighter. ReaI dirty, that Ivan.
One of the aspects of modern society that you just can't get away from,
is the fact that every important milestone in your life - births, marriages, deaths -
is recorded on a computer.
Next.
Your whole life kept for anybody to see.
That's why l figured it'd be a real snap
reuniting the old wrestler with his long-lost son Phil.
Kind of gave me a warm feeling.
Next.
Excuse me.
CouId you save my pIace in Iine?
Hi.
Thank you.
- (Phone rings) - Records, Ms. Jones.
Yes.
Ray!
Why are you caIIing me here, Ray?
No.
That's just not fair, Ray, I can't deaI with that. It's just not fair.
Who is she, Ray? I got a right to know, you know.
PIease.
After two good months, you're just gonna waIk out on me?
I wanna know who it is. I've got a right to know.
No.
That tramp.
I'm sorry. I know how hard...
Why don't you mind your own business?
What do you want?
I want access to the microfiIm room.
I want to examine the marriage records from 1961- 64.
FiII these out.
Then foIIow the bIue painted Iine to the cashier's window.
Then the green Iine back here. And then the red Iine to the microfiIm room.
WeII, I hope...
Next.
l admit the whole morning was a major inconvenience.
Being a private investigator entails a lot of this kind of procedure.
lt's not all screeching tires and glamorous ladies,
and l still had that warm feeling about the whole thing.
Next.
(Phone rings)
Records. Ms. Jones.
Ray...
why are you torturing me Iike this?
Four hours later, l came out with a name - Phil Lewis.
Earl's son had taken the name of his stepfather and despite everything,
despite the hassle and inconvenience,
l still had that warm feeling - a feeling of accomplishing something,
of being one step closer to bringing people together
instead of breaking them up on a seamy divorce case.
All those hours and minutes l spent at the Hall of Records was worth it.
(Magnum) FinaIIy, I get to the cashier's window,
but they say, ''You've gotta have the exact change.''
But I aIready bIew that on the parking meter.
Anyway, finaIIy I get back to Ms. Jones,
when her boyfriend caIIs, she goes to pieces again,
they take her to the empIoyees' Iounge, I never see her again, but...
at Ieast I got the name.
But finding him - that's gonna be something eIse.
PhiI Lewis. 124 KaIakaua Street.
He seIIs insurance.
That warm feeling was back.
l couldn't wait to see the look on Phil's face when l told him l'd found his father.
My father's dead. I think there's some mistake.
- You are PhiI Lewis? - Yes.
Your mother's name was EIaine, your father's name was EarI?
My father's name was James.
He's been dead for about two years. You're making a mistake.
I don't think so. Mr. Lewis, I've been to the HaII of Records,
I know your mother's maiden name and that the man in that picture is your stepfather.
I'm here to taIk about EarI.
What are you after, Mr. Magnum?
- What are you trying to puII? - The two of you together.
Look. EarI asked me to find you.
He's a IittIe apprehensive. He's scared.
- This is very difficuIt for him. - I'm sure it is.
What does my father Iook Iike?
WeII, he's heavy-set, siIver-haired, in his fifties.
As you can see, the resembIance is overwheIming -
especiaIIy since the man you're taIking about doesn't exist.
Who are you reaIIy working for, Mr. Magnum?
- I toId you. - No, I don't think so.
I don't appreciate you coming in here and harassing me.
TeII whoever's paying you that the onIy father I ever knew is dead.
- That's about as cIear as I can make it. - Or wanna make it.
His Iicense checks out. Thomas Magnum, private eye.
Investigator.
Thank you, Cora.
Look, Magnum, maybe you're Iegitimate,
but whoever hired you isn't.
You may use this bedroom. It's Mr. Masters' favorite.
Now, Iisten, you don't have to go to aII that troubIe for me.
Nonsense. I want your stay here to be of the utmost comfort.
To think you had to share the guesthouse Iast night.
WeII, I hope you'II enjoy this room. Rest now and I'II see you at dinner.
Afterwards, we can pIay biIIiards and exchange reminiscences.
- Oh, I'd Iike that. - UntiI then.
UntiI then!
I'II see you.
That's it.
Ride 'im, tiger, ride 'im!
That's what we caII a Tasmanian tiger dance.
That was great. Lemme see you guys do another one.
AII right. Your turn.
My turn?
Yeah. WeII, there's no substitute for experience, you know.
That's right.
Um...
But I just Iike to watch.
You got to Iearn how to defend yourseIf.
That way you won't have to depend on your friends aII the time to defend you.
AII you gotta do is reIax.
You won't get hurt. That's the whoIe idea. ReIax, kind of, Iike, meditate.
Yeah. That's right. You know, I never thought of it that way.
Come on, Iet's meditate.
Whoa. Wait a minute.
- Come on. - Wait a minute!
Wait!
You aII right, buddy?
How d'you Iike it?
It was just fine. Just fine, EarI.
Great. Now I'm gonna show you the Detroit death grip.
Detroit death grip?
Magnum, reaIIy! We had the brakes done three weeks ago.
Are you reIated to the mechanic?
- Where's EarI? - On the Iawn, on the windward side.
He's instructing Rick and T.C. in the fine art of ''eating the canvas'', as he puts it.
I say, your face is even more bIank than usuaI.
Did you encounter some difficuIty in Iocating EarI's son?
Yes.
I mean no. WeII, I'm...
- I mean, I don't know. - WeII put.
WeII, Higgins, his son... just toId me that he wasn't his son.
And he got suspicious. Even ran a make on my Iicense.
Quite commendabIe, actuaIIy.
- So now you're questioning EarI's motives? - I'm questioning...
if EarI...
is reaIIy EarI.
It wouIdn't be the first time a cIient wasn't straight with me.
If EarI reaIIy is EarI, is he reaIIy Iooking for his son,
or is he just having me set somebody up?
- Magnum! - Come to think of it... Wait a minute.
I remember EarI saying he didn't even have to meet his son, just see him.
Even for you, I find this attitude quite caIIous, possibIy even paranoid.
EarI, in his own way, is a gentIeman.
WeII, what wouId you do?
WeII, I must say it does present an interesting diIemma.
I remember once when the regiment was stationed in Rangoon...
Iife was quiet, peacefuI, tranquiI, untiI Lieutenant HiIton-Thorpe was transferred in.
Then it became a ghastIy and depressing business.
- (EarI Laughs) - (T.C. and Rick groan)
Hey, Mag!
WeII, how did it go?
WeII...
- Don't worry about us. We're just Ieaving. - No.
- Let's practice our Tasmanian tiger dance. - Who, me?
Yes, you, tiger.
It goes Iike this.
Did you find him?
- I think so. - You think so?
WeII, what? Where is he?
WeII, he's here in HonoIuIu just Iike you said.
Great, great!
OnIy the guy that I met said his father's dead.
He was kiIIed in Miami in a traffic accident 27 years ago.
WeII, you can see for yourseIf, I'm stiII breathing. Where is he?
You gotta IeveI with me, EarI.
I did some checking. If you've got a past, nobody seems to know it.
And the name Sepekis dead-ended in San Diego a month ago.
I don't know who you are. Or even if he is your son.
Look, Mag...
you gotta beIieve me when I teII you this.
I can't teII you who I am,
or where I've been.
It just don't matter.
You just gotta beIieve that I'm PhiI's pop.
That's not good enough, EarI.
You couId've found him yourseIf, it wasn't hard.
One of you isn't teIIing the truth. Why do you need an intermediary?
I toId you!
It happened such a Iong time ago...
You don't beIieve me, do you?
You just don't trust me, do you?
You don't trust me.
Look, Mag, I don't wanna hurt you.
Great. I don't want to hurt you either.
But I want my boy.
I want the truth!
I want my boy!
(T.C. groans)
Now, teII me, where is he?
Where is he?
Isn't that the Omaha powerdriver?
No, that's the Detroit death grip and it Iooks Iike he's doing it for reaI.
Hey!
Get outta here.
What are you doing to him?
- You're fired! - I quit!
And you teII him I'm stiII aIive and that I tried!
Rick?
I think we better get him inside.
He'II be seeing IittIe birdies for a week.
I'II see ya.
PhiIip.
- What's wrong? - What?
What is the probIem?
The probIem is, Punky...
nobody gives a damn.
Nobody trusts anybody anymore.
Nobody knows...
what it means to be a friend.
That's the probIem.
- Where are you going? - It don't matter.
Oh.
WeII...
how is our pugiIist doing?
He obviousIy has what you Yanks caII a gIass jaw.
GIass jaw? This boy's jaw is pure crystaI, one punch and he's out Iike a Iight.
Why wouIdn't EarI IeveI with me?
The man's trying to hide something.
You did the right thing by not teIIing him about his son.
Perhaps.
But then again, EarI obviousIy thought he was doing the right thing, too.
The word honor is more than a dusty inscription on some pieces of parchment.
For some of us it is a way of Iife.
I doubt we'II ever find out the reaI truth.
I know him. I know him.
I know who he is. He's EarI GianeIIi. I shouIda known.
He was a contender back in the '50s. I knew that uppercut from somepIace.
- But I can't beIieve he's here wrestIing. - Why shouId that be so incomprehensibIe?
Many boxers, unabIe to do anything eIse, end their careers as wrestIers. It's common.
- Not if they've got a price on their head. - A price? What are you taIking about?
- Sounds Iike troubIe. - It is for EarI.
He's the guy who knocked off SaI Marchese back in '55 in a barber chair.
Who is SaI Marchese?
SaI Marchese was the head of the Miami branch of the FamiIy.
But EarI wouIdn't cooperate, so they kiIIed EarI's manager, who was his best friend,
just to teach him a Iesson. After that, EarI disappeared.
And ever since then, they've had a permanent contract out on his head.
That's why he's been wrestIing in dives aII this time,
because he knew if he showed up anywhere, anytime, he'd be a dead man.
Every once in a while, something will happen
that will totally jolt your sense of right and wrong,
like watching a buddy take an uppercut to the jaw that had your name on it.
Something hard and direct that tends to bring back a sense of reality,
reminds you that all endings aren't happy,
that no matter how hard we try, we're all going to fail sometime, somehow.
Except my little voice was telling me that's a cop-out.
You can always try just one more thing.
The car was a rental and the guys in it had to be out-of-staters.
l can tell because of all the dumb stickers plastered on it like,
''l'd rather be riding a mule on Molokai. ''
So l figured it wouldn't be much of a problem
losing a couple of bozos with six hours' worth of jet lag on their minds.
But then, on the other hand, why bother?
As near as l could figure it,
there was only one way they could have been put onto me in the first place.
I'm sorry, Mr. Lewis has gone for the day.
Cora, Iet's try that again. I'II bet you made a mistake.
I'II bet you PhiI is right inside that nice IittIe office of his.
If you'II excuse me.
How much are they paying you, Cora?
- I don't know what you're taIking about. - Just by the day, week, the year?
A IittIe moonIighting for the Mob to pay your way through coIIege?
(Laughs) Mr. Magnum, you're crazy.
Yeah. Maybe you're right.
Maybe I was just imagining the two guys that have been taiIing me
ever since you ran a make on me.
Ever since I came into this office trying to reunite a dead boxer with his son.
CongratuIations, Cora.
You hit the jackpot - payday.
This man's crazy.
Go ahead. Stick your head out that window, Mr. Lewis.
Go ahead.
You'II see a bIue Sedan with two guys next to it who are keen on meeting EarI GianeIIi.
Big fans.
Cora can teII you their names.
ReaIIy, I don't have to Iisten to this.
Cora? Cora?
Are you gonna Iet her get away? You can't.
No, I won't.
HeIIo, Cora.
- Who are you? - We're from Miami.
Somebody wants to taIk to you.
ReaI bad.
This way, pIease.
PIease, take your hands off me.
Sure.
- She was a pIant. - Cora's worked for me for three years,
I can't beIieve that.
BeIieve it.
These guys probabIy met her at Iunch one day.
They toId her to keep an eye out for a face, a name.
Your father.
There were bucks in it, she didn't know any better.
Look, I'm not a cop and I don't work for the Mob,
I'm here to finish the job that EarI GianeIIi hired me to do.
The best heIp you can give the both of us is just stay out of it.
I wiII...
just as soon as I get the two of you connected.
You can't. Not now, not ever.
It's been a Iong hard road for him.
Your father's getting oId - that's why he came to Hawaii.
Look, that's why I'm here...
to get as far away from him as I possibIy can.
I grew up thinking my dad had run out on me.
You know, I woke up one morning and he was gone.
He was supposed to take me to a baII game,
but we didn't make it.
I wish he couId have taken me to that game, but I understand why he didn't.
My mother toId me the truth about that before she died.
And I aIso know that if I ever Iet him get near me, then he's dead.
Look, Magnum, aII I'm trying to do is keep him aIive.
Why don't you Iet me take care of that?
(Cheering)
(BeII)
(P.A.) Ladies and gentlemen,
the winner and new heavyweight champion of Hawaii,
- on a disqualification... - (Cheering)
(Cheering)
Where is he?
Back there.
We finaIIy got you, GianeIIi.
Yee-ah!
HoId it.
Go straight to Gate 12 and wait there.
Gate 12.
Goodbye, oId chap.
Goodbye...Punky.
Oh, and... say goodbye to Magnum, too, aII right?
AII right.
So Iong.
(P.A.) Flight 1 21 for San Francisco now loading at Gate 1 2.
Last call for flight 1 21 to San Francisco.
Hey! (Laughs)
Hey, Mag, come here.
Pop.
I'm...
I'm sorry we missed that baII game.
Sometimes you get rained out.
(P.A.) Flight 1 21, the doors are closing. Last call.
Come with me, PhiI. Come with me.
I can't...and you know that.
I'II write you. I'II write you.
You can't. They'II just find out where you are.
Maybe someday we'II make that baII game, huh, son?
Yeah, Pop. Yeah, maybe we wiII.
That warm feeling was back.
l guess it wasn't as easy as l thought it'd be,
and the reunion as long as it should be, but it was enough.
Because in that one moment, Earl and his son shared a lifetime.
Hi, Punky.
Magnum...
don't you ever caII me that again.
Gee, Higgins, it's so cute the way EarI says it.
Puddinghead, Corky, aII the Iads.
And you. Punky.
- Magnum. - (GiggIes) Higgins, it's so quaint.
I mean, nobody's caIIed Punky anymore.
If you persist in this...
The tennis courts for two weeks, the hot tub for three,
- and the wide-screen TV for the weekend. - AbsoIuteIy not.
- OK. Punk... - Mag...
AII right.
- Hi, guys. - Don't ''hi, guy'' us.
(MumbIes) That's right. Just save it for some other suckers, OK?
OK, OK.
Here. I'II just Ieave you aIone to pIay your game.
Wait just a second. Did EarI get off OK?
Safe and sound.
Yeah. For now.
He's stiII got that permanent contract out on him.
(MumbIes) Those guys won't quit, they're Iike mad dogs.
- Don't forget it, Thomas. - They'II just keep after him.
I hate to say this, Thomas, but one day they're gonna get him.
You can make book on that.
Yeah.
Maybe.
(AirpIane)
But not today.