We got 48 hours, then they're gonna kill little Garwood.
What are you doing? You should give yourself up.
Not until I have my grandson back.
Higgins, you're harboring and abetting an escaped bank robber. Why?
I did not bust Garwood out of jail.
You're gonna have to help me if you want me to find your son.
Get out of here before I call the police.
And you wonder why people shoot at you.
And now for the news of the week for July 23rd, 1944.
Garwood Huddle, the notorious unarmed bandit,
has now spread his infamy over two countries
by robbing the Banco Internacional in Mexico City
of over $90,000.
Huddle is now believed to be back in the Midwest,
and the public is warned that despite their no-guns reputation,
these men are desperate criminals
and should be considered extremely dangerous.
Higgins.
Huddle and gang members Arnold Slick Simms and Mortie Anderson
were able to convince bank employees
that the toy guns they carried were real,
the same incredible method of operation
that has led the Huddle gang through 47 successful robberies
in the United States.
This was the last time anyone had seen Garwood Huddle
just prior to his escape last year from the police station at Joliet, Illinois...
Higgins, why are we watching this?
Yes, he had tricked the guard into thinking
the pistol he had with him was real.
That's very interesting, Higgins, but I have got to go.
No, please wait.
Last evening's news. I recorded it on the same tape.
I saw last evening's news.
Please watch just for another moment.
Turning to the local headlines,
Garwood Huddle, the infamous unarmed bandit of the '40s,
has escaped from Oahu Minimum Security Prison this evening.
Higgins, why are we watching this?
Why? I have got a game to play.
I'll explain in a moment.
...was due for parole hearings in just three months.
The infamous Huddle was serving a 10-year sentence
for the robbery of Island Mutual Savings
in July of 1979.
Police ask that anyone with knowledge of Garwood Huddle's whereabouts...
Are we through? Okay, so what?
So some relic from a Jimmy Cagney movie escapes from the big house.
Big deal. Magnum...
And you want me to track him down
so that we can prevent him from robbing all the drugstores in Oahu
of their denture cream before public panic sets in.
Magnum... Well, Higgins, forget about it.
I have got a ballgame. A playoff game.
And whatever game it is you wanna play with Garnett Huddle,
you can do it tonight after the game. Magnum...
Sorry, friend, I don't have that kind of time.
Now, why don't you just sit down, calm yourself. Let's palaver a little.
I did try to tell you, Magnum.
Name's Garwood, not Garnett.
Don't need no denture cream. Still got my own.
Great. What's going on here?
If you had allowed me to explain the situation as I intended,
without your typically sophomoric display of alleged wit,
you wouldn't be asking that question.
Suffice it to say, we need your help.
"We"? "We"? As in you and Garwood?
Correct. Higgins, you're harboring and abetting
an escaped bank robber. Why?
Well, you see, son, el Higgo and me go back quite a way.
All the way back to Mexico.
He robbed that bank with you?
Oh, not exactly. El Higgo set it up for me, though.
Would you like to have some of this?
No.
This had better be good, el Higgo.
Quite.
The incident Garwood is referring to
took place during my years with Ml6.
1944, to be exact.
The Third Reich had managed to place some top-secret documents
in a Mexican bank for safekeeping,
documents vital to the success of some very crucial Ml6 activities.
Well, sending our own agents in to get them
was diplomatically risky business at best and...
Higgins, get to the point.
He's right, boy. You always could talk the ears off a jackrabbit.
Now, let's get with it.
Quite. As I was saying,
my assignment was to hire a notorious criminal,
a man who would simply appear to be robbing just another bank.
Garwood. The boy's quick.
His mission, of course, was to bring out the Nazi documents.
Garwood later returned all of the money and refused to accept any remuneration.
His contribution to the war effort.
So 40 years later you say thank you by busting him out of jail?
I did not bust Garwood out of jail.
He managed that feat, as he has done so many times in the past,
all by himself.
Then why? Why do you need my help?
And in a related story, Garwood Huddle the Third,
the 2-year-old grandson of the famous bank robber,
was kidnapped from his Kaimuki home yesterday morning.
The police have had no leads as yet,
and there has been no ransom note.
This tape, taken earlier today, shows the mother, Frannie Huddle,
being comforted by her fiancé, Walter Brewster.
Both refused comment. Turning to the weather...
So, could you give us a hand?
Well, how? I mean, you heard it.
The police have no leads, no ransom note.
That's because I've got the ransom note.
I got all the leads.
We got 48 hours, then they're gonna kill little Garwood.
I'd certainly be much obliged if you could help us.
Funny thing about truth and illusion.
If you hear a story enough times, you begin to believe it's true.
Garwood Huddle was living proof of that.
He actually saw himself as a modern-day Robin Hood,
a good guy who'd stashed away a legacy for his grandson.
He hadn't counted on someone trying to take that legacy away.
Whoever had kidnapped the little boy was willing to give him back,
just as soon as we came up with the money Garwood had buried.
All we had to do was go to a vacant lot where he'd buried it
and spend a couple of hours digging it up.
Sure, it was breaking a few laws,
but when it comes to a 2-year-old kid
who hasn't yet had a chance to swing a bat,
what would you do?
Slow down. It's right over there on the right.
I don't see any vacant lot. All I see is a...
A massage parlor?
Yeah, I was kind of surprised to see it myself when I was here last night.
You were here last night?
Sure. Scouting the place.
The money is buried under the floor of the last room to the right.
Well, that's great. How are we gonna get at it?
There's laws against breaking and entering, you know.
Just ask for Mavis.
You're sure all you want is a massage?
Yep.
A real massage?
Uh-huh. Just a massage.
Well, okay. It's your nickel.
What are you doing?
Air. I like air.
Hey, what's going on here?
That'll be extra, guys.
Don't you worry, little honey. We're not gonna harm you.
That's what they all say.
Well, we gotta get started now before our time's up.
Just about there. Just about there. Yep. Right there.
You sure this is the right spot?
You don't forget 200,000 big ones, buddy.
Which bank was that?
Island Mutual. Serves them right.
They were foreclosing on a bunch of banana farmers.
Just small farms up there on the north coast, you know.
And that original haul, son, that was close to half-a-million dollars.
I just spread a little of that money around to the farmers.
Helped them hang onto their property a little longer.
Then I kept the gravy.
You know, bank-robbing's illegal, Gar...
I mean, lots of other people had their money in there, too.
Insured.
That's not the point.
Besides, aren't you getting a little old to be playing Robin Hood?
Been doing it all my life.
Ever since that guy came from a bank in Odessa, Texas,
says to my daddy, "Don't you worry, Mr. Huddle.
"Don't you worry about them late payments. Why, the bank understands."
And then, a week later,
another guy comes from the bank,
he takes my daddy's property away.
I've been paying them back ever since.
Listen. Well, by crackers, we hit it.
There we go.
Holy... Come on. Come on.
There's something down there.
Hey, there it is. This is it.
I knew this money could be put to good use.
It's gonna free my grandson.
No one knew about the money.
Well, somebody must have.
I mean, $200,000 doesn't just get out of a strongbox
buried under a massage parlor and walk away.
Somebody took it.
Hardly an astute observation, Magnum, but a correct one, nevertheless.
Who would have known the money's location?
Are you both deaf? I keep telling you,
nobody knows where that loot was stashed except me.
And the guys who took it. What about your ex-partners?
They were arrested before me.
Yeah, but Mortie and Slick served shorter sentences.
You could've told them in prison. Now, maybe you forgot.
Maybe. Except they were in different prisons.
Oh. Well, what about your lawyer?
Harry? Now, you leave Harry Clayborn out of this.
Poor Harry's got enough problems, like having me for a client.
Lost all 12 cases. Harry wouldn't steal from me.
But you could have told him.
But I didn't.
I tell you, guys, there's nobody left.
Well, what about your son?
I remember you were telling me about your son.
Higgo, my son's dead.
I never saw too much of him
and maybe that's why we didn't get along so good.
Garwood Jr. Had his own construction company.
Then about two years ago, why, he got killed on a construction site.
Explosives accident.
Weren't nothing left of him but his boots.
I'm sorry.
Look, Garwood, even though your partners and Harry didn't know where the money was,
they obviously knew it existed,
so that doesn't rule them out as kidnapping suspects.
You have a point, Magnum.
Yeah, so what I think we gotta do is track them down.
And then we'll find your grandson.
My partners and Harry ain't crooks.
Well, they're bank robbers.
That's different.
Gentlemen. Garwood, Magnum, please.
We're wasting precious time.
Magnum is right. The only thing we have to go on at the moment is
Mortie, Slick and Harry's knowledge of the hidden money.
And as much as it may pain you that one of them might have committed this heinous act,
it has to be considered and investigated.
And perhaps one of them was bitter and jealous over your notoriety.
It could have been any number of things.
It reminds me very much of a time in Salzburg back in...
Okay, okay, Higgo. We'll check them out. We'll check them all out.
No. Not we, me.
Me. I will check them out.
We're talking about my grandson.
We're talking about the possibility of you getting arrested,
or rearrested,
andlor me getting arrested with you.
Now, Higgins, if I'm gonna commit half-a-dozen felonies
trying to get this man's grandson back,
we're gonna do it my way. He stays here.
Understood?
Understood.
Well, you better get cracking, Magnum. You have less than 27 hours.
I left Garwood at the estate with Higgins.
I knew that as long as they were reliving tales from the past,
they wouldn't stop to think about the very frightening possibility
we were facing in the present.
There was every likelihood the kidnappers wouldn't return the little boy,
even if we did come up with the money.
I had to do everything I could to find him before our time ran out,
so I started where any good private investigator would start.
The scene of the crime.
Maybe Frannie Huddle and her fiancé, Walt, could tell me something
they hadn't told the police.
Yeah, what can I do for you? Walt Brewster?
Oh, yeah, you're the guy Ed sent over, huh? Come on in.
Uh, no, I'm Thomas Magnum.
Yeah, right, you look like a Tom. Let me show you what we got here.
This is your basic starter kit.
You got your cosmetics, a few household products.
This stuff sells itself. There you go. Good luck.
Wait a minute. No, look, I don't have time to go into details with you.
Look, we've had a few problems around here, okay?
Ed will explain everything to you.
Ed did not send me.
Garwood did.
Frannie! Frannie!
Frannie, meet Tom.
Oh, Walt, please not... Garwood sent him.
You know where he's hiding out?
No, he called.
Yeah, well, we've had cops here around the clock since he busted out.
One of them just left a little while ago to check out some leads or something.
Said he'd be back.
Look, what can you tell me about the kidnapping?
Did you see anybody?
Yesterday afternoon I was washing dishes.
Little Garwood was playing on the kitchen floor.
I turned around and...
And he was gone.
Now, you get a message to Garwood.
I know he's out there trying to help, but he isn't.
Half of the police force is out there looking for him instead of my baby.
You tell him that. Tell him to give himself up.
A Huddle never gives up.
Garwood?
Garwood... Uh-oh, we got trouble.
I told you he'd be back.
What are you doing? You should give yourself up.
No way, Frannie.
Not on your sweet life.
Not until I have my grandson back.
Well, hey, look, look. Just slip out the back way and take this junk with you
in case he sees you. Come on.
We're not going anywhere until she tells us everything she knows.
She already has. Come on.
He's coming up the path.
Garwood.
We're gonna find him, Frannie, I promise.
Get out of here, Garwood, right now.
Get out. I mean it. Right now.
Oh, Sergeant. Come on in.
I'm afraid none of your leads panned out, Mr. Brewster.
I thought we had an understanding.
I lied.
Garwood, you are getting in my way.
Well, I am afraid that's just the way it's gonna have to be.
I'm not gonna sit around and watch the clock tick down on my grandson.
Well, you could of got us both arrested.
Then who would've found your little grandson?
We ain't arrested. We're riding around
in this fancy, red, Italian racecar of yours.
Real inconspicuous.
El Higgo told me you were very good, but I'm beginning to wonder, buddy.
He said that?
Well, yeah, I am good. I'm very good.
What exactly did he say?
What's your next move?
Well, I'm gonna take you back to el Higgo.
Then what?
Then I'm gonna see your lawyer, Harry.
Then what? Then I'll let you know!
Hell, man, I can't wait!
Well, neither can I!
Our time's running out. You can't do everything yourself, you know.
I got that covered.
How?
What'll you have?
Roast beef and gefilte fish on white,
mustard, light on the ketchup.
Dill and a toothpick?
No, Ice Pick.
When you've worked as many years as I have, it's hard to retire.
That's why I keep a hand in this new identity business.
Ice Pick, if you can just help me with these two guys.
I never ask my customers their real names.
I just change them.
Arnold Simms and Mortie Anderson?
Slick? Yeah, him I remember.
Yeah, impatient.
He busted parole the day he got out.
I told him, "Listen, Slick, you're crazy to stay on this island."
But he thought he knew more than old Ice Pick.
So you gave him a new name?
Yeah, that's right. Yeah.
Oh, here it is. William Daniels. Yeah.
New driver's license, social security number,
birth certificate, credit cards.
I even gave him a high-school diploma.
Mortie Anderson? No, I never fixed him up.
William Daniels.
Thanks, Ice Pick.
Still want that roast beef and gefilte fish sandwich?
I don't have time. Thanks.
Good. 'Cause I don't have the heart to fix it.
I know what you're thinking.
I'd been bending a lot of rules lately.
The kind of bending that they not only pull your license for,
they pull you.
But when you figure that in the last twelve hours
I had aided and abetted an escaped convict,
held someone against their will
and destroyed private property,
what's a little breaking and entering with some petty theft on the side?
Probably 5 to 15.
But at least it was for a damned good cause.
Can I help you?
All right, who are you and how'd you get in here?
Harry Clayborn and Son?
Forget about the son.
He decided to become an actor.
Five years of law-school tuition,
and all I bought was a generic Gielgud.
How much you still owe on his education?
All right, cut it.
Magnum, this is not a good place for you to be.
Cops are in and out of here at all hours ever since Garwood escaped.
Fortunately, a ritzy estate is not on their list of places they'd expect him to show up.
How'd you know who I was?
Garwood called me.
Said as long as you wouldn't let him come personally, it was the least he could do.
By the way, who is el Higgo?
Never mind that, Harry.
I want to know where to find Slick Simms andlor Mortie Anderson.
So does everybody.
Those guys haven't been on this island in four years.
Yeah, well, we have till 2:00
tomorrow afternoon to either find his grandson's kidnappers
or the money they want or both.
Now, since you know where the two prime suspects are
and you won't tell me,
I have got to presume that you're involved.
Presume what you want. I don't care.
I don't know.
Look, do you mind?
This is a record of your telephone calls.
Yeah, I know that.
Yeah, well, I found it in your files.
You know, as recently as two weeks ago some guy named Slick called you.
How many people you know named Slick?
Several. They all call me.
I know a car dealer named Slick and a judge,
a lady I date occasionally.
Face it, it's a very common name, Slick.
Well, be that as it may, Harry,
you really should lock up your files.
I found your insurance claimant cases just fascinating.
They're very slick, speaking of slick.
You know, as a matter of fact, even if you're not involved in the kidnapping,
there's enough in here to get you disbarred.
Maybe even get you a suite next to Garwood's when he goes to jail.
Slick Simms and Mortie Anderson.
All right, all right.
I really don't know anything about Slick.
But Mortie's last address is 1414 Aloona,
number 246.
How old's this address?
Eleven months.
And you haven't talked to him at all since then?
No, I have not. I swear.
Very funny. Very funny.
Nice move, Magnum. It's gonna cost me a fortune to replace that.
Don't bother. I don't think they let you practice law in prison.
Oh, if you're talking about those fascinating insurance files,
they accidentally got burned while you were gone.
I always wanted a fireplace in here.
I'm talking about attempted murder, Harry.
I'd be careful who I was slinging accusations at, pal.
You shot at me in the cemetery.
What do you take me for, some kind of a weirdo
who goes around shooting up his best friend's grave?
Look, no one else knew where I was going.
You're the gumshoe. Figure it out. You were tailed.
All I wanted to do was get rid of you long enough
to clean up my files.
All right.
Just for a second, let's say I believe you.
With Mortie dead, that leaves Slick Simms. Where's he?
Who knows? Last I heard he was picking coffee beans in Costa Rica.
Harry, I'm tired and I'm angry
and I don't believe you.
Now, I've committed just about every crime short of murder over the last day.
Now, time is running out here,
and unless you want me to start considering murder,
I suggest you tell me where to find William Daniels.
Who?
William "l-used-to-be-Slick- till-l-changed-my-identity" Daniels.
He's in the islands.
Slick is back? God, I wish he'd gotten in touch with me.
That guy is a magnet with women.
We'd just sit in the bar... Harry!
Magnum, I swear I haven't seen him.
Look, really, I'd like that kid back just as much as Garwood.
Now, Garwood knows that even if you don't believe it.
You know,
you really ought to get your copy machine checked out, Harry.
I think it's low on toner.
These really are fascinating. I'll see you, Harry.
And you wonder why people shoot at you.
I'll be back.
Will you forget about Harry? He's good people.
He shot at me.
Not Harry. He don't like guns. What about Slick?
I'm having a friend check him out under his new identity.
At least I'm glad old Mortie didn't have a hand in this.
I am sorry he's dead, though.
Magnum, are you cooking Brussel sprouts?
No.
Then what is it that I smell?
Patchismo.
I beg your pardon?
You used some of the cologne out of that Patplan starter kit
Walt gave you, didn't you?
Well, yeah, I did try some on.
Don't worry, Higgins, it'll wash off.
Won't do any good. Walt sent me one of those kits out to the pen.
Why, the inmates started getting these rashes,
smelling like vegetables. I had to get myself thrown into solitary.
I suggest you throw the rest of the kit away immediately.
I already gave some of it away.
Friend of yours came by while you was out getting shot at.
I gave him some of that Patplan wax, see, for his car.
Here's the news report.
Police are still without solid clues
as they frantically comb the island for the second day.
News Two's Sheila Shay has been following the bizarre double Huddle disappearance,
and she has this special report.
Thanks, Dan.
Garwood Granville Huddle,
age 65,
a name synonymous with crime for 40 years,
and once again a man on the run.
Garwood Granville Huddle the Third,
age two this Saturday, kidnapped.
Perhaps the victim of the Huddle legacy.
Here with me today are Frannie Huddle,
Garwood's mother, and Walter Brewster, her fiancé,
here at a very difficult time,
wanting your help and also to plead with the kidnappers
for his safe return.
I just want my baby back.
Frannie, do you think there could possibly be some connection
between the two disappearances?
I just think he's out there somewhere looking for his grandson.
He didn't escape until after little Garwood was...
Perhaps there could be some connection.
Maybe it would be of help if you could tell us what he was wearing.
He had on a little blue and white striped T-shirt.
And a little pair of Patpants.
Red.
And a pair of white size-two sneakers.
That's right.
And if anyone hasn't taken it away from him,
which is hard to do,
he always has his Pattybear.
No, he didn't, Walt.
No, it must've left with him because he always holds onto it.
Anyway, I looked around the house and it wasn't there.
A Pattybear?
He doesn't have it.
It was on the... It was on the floor.
No, he has the bear, sweetheart.
Please, we'll discuss this later at home.
Very funny, you guys.
That's the guy I gave the Patwax to.
Somebody's gonna pay for this.
Don't confuse the viewers.
I have taken your practical jokes for the last time.
T.C., we're trying to watch this.
You're the one that's confused here.
I'm not confused.
I saw it in the living room
after they took little Garwood.
T. C: I waxed the van.
That stuff took the paint right off.
I am talking down to the metal, off!
Uh, T.C.
Calm down, sweetheart. Maybe he didn't have the bear.
Once again, we ask that anyone
having knowledge of Garwood Granville Huddle the Third's...
T. C: Oh, no, you're not gonna get away with this this time.
You know how much it's gonna cost me to repaint the van?
...who abducted him from his home
to please, please call this number.
Did he say kidnapping?
I'm sure that Mr. Brewster and Mrs. Huddle... Hello.
Yeah, Rick.
My grandson.
I'm sorry about that Patwax.
I never should've given it to you.
Yeah, but you guys didn't say anything about a kidnapping
when I was here before.
We felt it necessary to keep Mr. Huddle's identity a secret.
I'm surprised you didn't see my mug on the TV news.
I've been on all day.
I was busy waxing my van.
Great! You got it?
I'll get right over there.
Rick got Slick's address.
What are we waiting for? Let's ride!
No. You're not riding anywhere.
Where are we going to track down our lead?
Harbourfront Condominiums. What do you mean, "our lead"?
Hey, I don't have time for you to weasel me into helping you.
This is important. But when it is over,
we are going to talk about my van.
Great. I'll meet you there.
You guys smell something funny?
Thank you.
Half a mil. Slick must be doing okay.
Yeah, and $200,000 is just about right for a down payment.
You know, there's that smell again.
Smells kind of funny, like old gym shorts.
Do you smell it, Thomas?
It's getting worse.
Smells like somebody in here's cooking Brussel sprouts.
Okay, okay!
Okay. It's me.
Some guy gave me this sample of Patchismo cologne.
Patchismo?
Is this the same guy that gave you the Patwax?
Yes. And I put some on and now I can't wash it off.
Man, you should have smelled that stuff before you put it on.
Well, it doesn't smell like anything.
It's supposed to take on your own natural scent.
Boy, if that's your natural scent, you got a serious problem.
Look, will you stop it, please,
and come and help me find William Daniels?
Yeah, sure. You just stay downwind.
Can I help you?
Oh, hi. We're looking for a guy named William Daniels.
Daniels.
No one by that name lives here.
Oh, well, maybe he moved in on your day off.
Uh-uh. I know everybody here.
It's my job.
Are you sure? William Daniels. We were told he was here.
Sorry.
Thanks for the help, Slick.
No problem.
Come on, Slick.
Slick!
Look, we just wanna talk to you.
Yeah, downtown, I suppose.
Well, that might not be a bad idea.
Oh.
I thought you didn't like guns.
Me? That was Garwood and Mortie.
I love guns.
Then you took a shot at me in the cemetery?
I never saw you before.
Then why were you running away?
Because I'm still wanted for busting parole.
You know that. You're here to take me in.
No, we didn't. Look, we're not cops.
Come on, now, why don't you just give me that gun? Come on.
Just hold it right there.
T. C: Somebody, call an ambulance!
Slick was off to the hospital with a bullet in his back,
my third strikeout with suspects.
But I had a reassuring fact to console me.
You see, Babe Ruth struck out, too.
1330 times, in fact.
Of course, it's only the 714 homers we remember.
I know what you're thinking.
What does that to do with the fact that Garwood was sitting next to me
after I'd insisted he couldn't come along?
Well, I still had one last chance
to come out of this game with a homer of my own.
There was one last suspect,
a dead one,
and only Garwood could identify him.
If he did, he'd be throwing me the pitch
that I would blast into the upper deck.
I knew it! - Yeah. What'd you know?
I was right.
Good for you. Right about what?
The massage parlor.
When you said it was a vacant lot six years ago,
I started thinking.
Maybe somebody on the construction crew took it.
I guess bulldozers do dig up a lot of money.
And your son had a construction company.
Huh?
I'll be doggone!
Garwood Jr. Built that massage parlor.
Don't you see? He took the money.
Well, he could have.
But a fat lot of good that's gonna do us now, seeing as how he's dead.
Yeah, unless he didn't take it with him.
Or unless he didn't go.
Hi, there. Hi.
I'll have a roast beef and gefilte fish on white,
with mustard and light on the ketchup.
I'll just have the ribs, if you got them.
What do you guys really want?
Something for Ice Pick. To go.
I've always been an admirer of your work, Mr. Huddle.
Yeah, it had a lot of style and class.
I'm just a country boy trying to get along.
Always was, always will be.
I know, but a new identity, it's gonna be rough. You're so well-known.
Well, we're not looking for a new identity for Garwood.
We're looking for his son.
I tried to explain to Rick, I can't give out the names of my customers.
It's not good for business.
Dangedest thing. I've been going along
thinking my son was dead.
My only son.
Trying to make my peace with that idea.
Then this city boy, here, he puts the notion into my head
that maybe he's still alive
and just using some new name and all,
you know, and I figure if he's still alive
I gotta find him.
Here.
This here is a picture of little Garwood the Third.
Boy, I guess I love that little tyke
more than anything in this whole world.
Do you have grandchildren?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Quite a few.
Yeah, here.
That's my favorite.
Butch.
That lousy son-in-law, he sent him off to the mainland.
He said he shouldn't be associating with people like me.
Well, that's a fine-Iooking boy.
Little Garwood here has been kidnapped.
Maybe you heard.
Finding Garwood Jr.
Is our only hope of getting this man's grandson back.
If anything was to happen to that little fella,
I just don't know.
Dad?
I thought you were dead.
I thought you were in prison.
Where's the money, boy?
Take your partner and get out of here.
He's not my partner.
That $200,000 that you stole, now, where is that?
Careful, careful.
You might have to give back your Father of the Year award.
Take it easy, Garwood. He is your son.
What kind of son steals from his own daddy?
Well, it wasn't exactly your money, Garwood.
To hear him tell it, it was.
He never thought about anybody but himself.
Other people had problems, too, you know.
Problems?
Pretty little wife, baby on the way.
Yeah, and a construction company going bankrupt.
Me and Frannie fighting all the time.
What would he know about my life? He was never there.
Well, I'm sure he wanted to be.
He talks like I set out to get arrested.
Well, that was the law's idea
to keep me away from my family, not mine.
How's a kid supposed to know the difference?
Get out of here and leave me alone.
Not till we get what we come for.
The money's gone.
I blew it.
Funny, huh?
All my life I looked up to the great Garwood.
I wanted to be with him so bad I used to follow him around
to the meetings with his business partners,
other women.
I even spied on him when he buried that money.
By then, I'd started to hate him.
Look at me.
I ended up just like him.
I stole money.
I even faked my own death so I could abandon my family.
What a legacy.
At least I spent the money. You'll never get it back.
I ought to knock your head off!
I love you, too, Dad.
Hey, look. Just knock it off, will you? Both of you.
Come on.
Look at the two of you. Fighting over what?
Okay, so he wasn't the best father in the world.
I'm sure you didn't win any Great Son awards, either. So what?
Look, standing here hating each other
isn't gonna get your son back.
What's happened to little Garwood?
Somebody kidnapped him.
Come on. I mean, didn't you see the television or read the newspapers?
I sold the TV a week ago.
Little Garwood is kidnapped?
I don't even know what he looks like.
And whose fault is that?
Come on, Magnum. The money's gone.
Dad.
If you find him...
When you find him...
I've been saving this for him.
I'll be doggone.
This is the baseball glove I bought you when you were eight years old.
You kept this?
Some things you never throw away.
What are we gonna do, Magnum?
Without that money, little Garwood's a goner.
I got a plan.
Wanna let me in on it?
Maybe.
I didn't really have a plan.
Not yet anyway. Just a hunch,
a strong hunch.
I got it when I saw Garwood Jr. 's old glove.
I had something I'd never thrown away, too.
It was a stuffed yellow duck
I got for my second Easter.
That yellow duck went everywhere with me,
and by time I was five, it was in pretty bad shape.
But even though it was falling apart,
I still wouldn't give it up.
My mom tried bribery and teasing,
but I held onto it with both hands
and when she tried to pry it away, I started screaming and screaming until...
Well, anyway, you see what I mean.
My hunch was that little Garwood felt the same way about his Pattybear.
What are we doing back here?
It's part of the plan. Just stay low.
Hi, Frannie. Look, I'm sorry to bother you. Can I talk to you and Walt?
He's not here. What do you want?
Well, I have to talk to you about that TV interview.
You said you saw that little bear on the floor after the kidnapping.
Who cares? I don't have my baby.
Just leave me alone.
Wait a minute. Please, please. Now, this is important.
Did you really see the bear?
Yes.
Have you seen the bear recently?
No.
So it was here when little Garwood was kidnapped,
but turned up missing later.
Look, get out of here before I call the police.
Frannie, come on, you're gonna have to help me if you want me to find your son.
Now, did Garwood Jr. Ever talk to you about the money his father buried?
Well, sure. I mean, as a joke.
He said it would be little Garwood's inheritance.
Some inheritance.
Did Walt know about this?
I guess so.
Oh, please, I'm tired
and I'm scared.
Take Garwood back to prison before someone shoots him, huh?
Where's Walt?
What's he got to do with it?
Look, you said the bear was left here.
Little Garwood would've gone crazy without it.
Somebody had to bring it to him.
Walt?
Where is he?
He plays gin every Wednesday with his buddy Norm.
He said he had to get out of the house,
that the... Waiting was...
Where's Norm live?
I can't believe you didn't bring your gun with you.
What kind of detectives are they turning out these days?
I don't like using guns any more than you do, Garwood.
Besides, I don't want to risk any shooting if your grandson's in there.
Yeah.
I can't understand it. The sucker won't eat.
Well, maybe it's that stuff you're trying to feed him.
It looks like slime.
Yeah. Just get rid of that gun, huh?
I don't want any more trouble.
You told me to scare the PI away.
How was I supposed to know some old guy would get in the way?
Come on, Gar. Eat them up. - No.
It's little Garwood. Shh!
I'm going in.
We're not going anywhere till we find out what we're up against.
Come on, now. Let's open the airport hangar wide, Gar,
and I'll fly right in.
No.
Come on, Gar.
That's a boy.
What are you waiting for?
I'm thinking. I'm thinking.
There you go. That's good.
I'll get him some milk.
What's the difference?
By tomorrow morning, we either turn him over for the money,
or we sell him to them baby brokers.
We're not selling him!
I just know his grandfather's gonna come through with them money.
Okay, here's the plan.
You no-good, sorry excuse...
Garwood, you're early!
Don't you ever do what you're told? Stay with your grandson.
You all right?
Give granddaddy five.
Attaboy! Give me five more.
Come on, let's go.
High five.
Patchismo.
Before I blow you to perdition, boy,
I wanna know why.
You're joking.
All right, all right. I'll tell you why.
Because I couldn't lose.
Norm was gonna pick up the money, we would have split it,
and then you would've brought little Garwood back to me and his mom.
That doesn't answer my question, boy.
Because I'm tired of selling that Patcrap stuff!
You try going door to door every day and having them slammed in your face!
Go ahead, Garwood, you try it. You never had a regular job in your life.
Now, get out of my way
or I'm gonna knock your head all the way into the cheap seats.
I wouldn't try it, Walt.
Take it from me, boy. Crime doesn't pay. Yeah, maybe.
But I'm getting out of here, Garwood, right now,
because I know damned well you're not gonna shoot me.
You don't have it in you.
I wouldn't bet on it.
You better put that bat down, Walt. I think he's serious.
Garwood? He never shot a real gun in his life!
Good shot.
Well, hell, I was aiming at his chest.
Would you mind standing downwind?
Listen, you wanna trade that truck for this bear?
Attaboy!
How can you possibly eat with that odor reeking from your body?
Higgins, what do you want from me?
I've already taken six baths.
My skin is starting to peel.
The smell will go away sometime.
Perhaps if you buried yourself.
Hey, come on, fellas, let's don't argue.
We got a nice family picnic going here.
Quite.
You know, I think things are gonna work out pretty good.
I've got my grandson back.
Maybe even my son.
And it could be that I got little Garwood his parents back together again.
Yeah. It's too bad about the money, though.
Money doesn't matter.
That thing never brought me anything but trouble, you know that?
I'm gonna give my grandson a lot better legacy.
Son.
There's your boy.
Come on. Here's your truck.
You know, I think he's gonna straighten out.
Well, you got some time together now.
I think he's on the right track already.
No need to get sentimental.
But I feel good. Got my family, got my friends.
Right back here where I belong.
Home sweet home.
Come on, Magnum, let me show you around.
Come on, el Higgo, old buddy.
That guy's Sam.
Hi, Elmo. Elmo's the dog.