Your brother's condition has stabilized for the moment,
but he remains in a very deep coma.
The question is, what is in that case
for which people are so cavalierly willing to kill?
The bullet severed the line to the main rotor.
That's why he crashed.
Somebody shot my brother down.
Whoever shot T.C. Also shot Higgins.
That means the case is still hot.
You don't think he's gonna pull through, do you?
All we can do now is wait.
Sooner or later, decisions will have to be made.
Love is a many-splendored thing
It's the April rose that only grows
In the early spring
Love is nature's way of giving
A reason to be living
That golden crown
That makes a man a king
Once on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist
Two lovers kissed
And the world stood still
And your fingers touched
My silent heart
And taught it how to sing
Yes, true love's
a many-splendored thing
Gee, that was pretty good. Uh-huh.
T. C: Thank you, thank you, thank you.
It's my Hawaiian Honeymoon Special.
I didn't realize you could fit so many songs into such a short flight.
You get more for your money when you fly Island Hoppers.
T. C: Okay, here we are. Maui.
There you go.
Thank you, Mr. Calvin.
Oh, hey, you're welcome.
And, hey, you two, have a wonderful life together.
Thanks, we will.
Good luck with your business.
Oh.
Come on, honey. Let's see the hotel.
Okay, honey.
Excuse me. Yo.
Is your helicopter, by any chance, for hire?
Ha!
Fish got to swim
Birds got to fly
Theodore Calvin is king of the sky
Where do you wanna go, mister? No, not me.
Not me at all, but I have to get these contracts
to my business associate on Oahu immediately.
I have no time for conventional conveyance.
Hey, hey, hey, no problem.
Just give me a chance to get a little bit of grub,
take a little layover and I'll be...
Please, I'll pay you whatever you wish.
Of course, I wasn't that hungry anyway. How about 50...
Is $300 enough?
It's a pleasure doing business with you, sir.
Contracts? And samples. Here you are.
Please hurry. Oh, hey, I'm gone.
Oh...
Tell your associate in Oahu
to meet me at Island Hoppers in 55 minutes.
I thought the flight was 45 minutes?
It is.
But I've got to make a stop in Molokai.
It won't take any more than 10 minutes, I promise.
I'll give you an hour.
...know I exist
And this you can fix
Cupid draw back your bow
And let your arrow flow
Straight to my lover's heart from me
Mr. Calvin?
Mr. Calvin.
Yes?
Dr. Ibold, to OB 3. Dr. Ibold...
How's T. C?
Your brother's condition has stabilized for the moment,
but he remains in a very deep coma,
and I don't know when or if he will come out of it.
If he does, will he be...
It's too early to tell about brain damage,
if that's what you were asking.
He was submerged and trapped underwater for a very long time,
was your brother.
The emergency team has treated the other injuries,
the broken bones, the abrasions.
But all we can do now is wait.
Well, I came out here to be with him on my vacation
and that's exactly what I'm gonna do. Be with him.
Have you notified the rest of the family?
Yes.
And his friends?
Well, no, I don't know any of his... - Hey, Doc.
Where is he? How is he?
Hold it. Will he be all right?
Settle down a minute, will you, please?
T.C. Is in a coma now.
And his brother will explain the rest.
Right now, I've got to go upstairs and deliver a baby.
I'll be back soon.
Jerrold Calvin.
I know it's kind of hard to keep all of us Calvins straight.
I'm brother number four.
You must be his buddies.
I'm Thomas Magnum, this is Rick Wright.
How are you? Hi, Rick.
Jonathan Higgins. Jonathan, nice to meet you.
I was on my way to a meeting at the Yacht Club
when I heard the news on the radio.
And as much as the hospital was near by...
Jerrold, would you like some coffee?
Yes. I'd love some, thank you.
Jerrold, can you tell me,
did the doctor say anything else?
Is there anything else you can tell us?
Well, he said T.C. Was underwater for a long time...
There's something about vending-machine coffee
that I've always associated with waiting.
That's because the only time you usually drink stuff like this
is when you're at a hospital or a police station
waiting to see about a friend, or sometimes a relative.
And sometimes, too many times really,
a hospital room is the only place
you're sure to see those long-Iost relatives,
or friends that you've forgotten to call or visit, but should have.
God, I hate this stuff.
So I said to him, "Look, Teddy,
"there's only one way you're gonna keep from losing your lunch money."
And he said, "Yeah, run."
That doesn't sound like T.C. To me.
Well, maybe not now.
You're the one that taught him how to box?
Well, let's just say I just started him off in the right direction.
As a matter of fact, two years later, T.C. Saved my butt.
Now, I never will forget that.
These two jokers were trying to rob my dad's store.
I was the one talking about "let's run."
T.C. Stood up to them.
Well, you had a fine example.
For T.C. Is indeed a man of exemplary character.
You don't think he's gonna pull through, do you?
I never said any such thing.
Then quit talking about him like he's a saint.
He's T.C.
Nothing more, nothing less.
And I think, Magnum, the strain is beginning to show on you.
I was merely making an objective observation.
Nothing more, nothing less.
You missed your meeting at the Yacht Club.
Quite.
Now, since everyone, including Dr. Ibold, has assured us
that there is nothing we can do,
I suggest we all go home.
I'm sure we'll feel much fresher in the morning.
The invitation, of course, extends to you.
A few hours' sleep at the estate and a change of clothes.
Oh, no, thank you.
Thank you very much, I appreciate it.
I'm gonna stay here with T.C. I'll be fine.
Well, all right. Thanks a lot.
I really wanna thank you guys for being my brother's friend.
'Cause I have a feeling that a man couldn't do any better.
Thomas, I don't like this.
It's 6:00 in the morning and you haven't been to sleep.
Neither have you.
Yeah, but I'm not the one that's diving 50 phantoms deep into the ocean.
It's fathoms and it's only 15.
Well, what's that in feet?
Ninety.
What, are you nuts? Why don't you wait for the FAA
or the National Transportation Safety Board?
I mean, they're gonna be investigating this thing later in the day anyway.
Let them check it out. They're not T.C.'s friends.
Thomas, still, you don't...
Look, I got to know what caused it.
T.C.'s a good pilot. He takes good care of his machine.
And since when did you become an expert on helicopters?
Since one of them almost killed him.
Besides, what else can we do?
Hey!
He may be your friend,
but he's my brother.
Where you go, I go.
Jeez.
I was beginning to get worried about you guys.
What'd you see down there? Charlie the Tuna or what?
It wasn't an accident.
The bullet hit the control pod.
Come on. How do you know that?
The bullet severed the line to the main rotor.
That's why he crashed.
Somebody shot my brother down.
The only thing worse than waiting for bad news is finally getting it.
But once you do have it, there's a kind of strange relief.
Because at least you're in possession of something you can understand.
For instance, I understood that somebody shot T.C. Down from the sky.
Now I could at least try and find out who.
Why.
At least I wasn't just waiting.
But as far as T.C. 's condition was concerned,
all any of us could do was still wait.
And that was the worst part of all.
Well?
What'd they say? What about T. C?
Well, there's no change.
I've been here the whole time.
They listened.
Lieutenant Tanaka was real interested.
The National Transportation Safety Board was real interested.
And they're gonna start an investigation in two days.
Two days?
That's how long it's gonna take
to get the salvage equipment to the site.
You mean to tell me that everybody's gonna sit on their butts for two days
and do nothing?
Not everybody.
Oh, I got you.
Well, listen, whenever you're ready to go back down again, I'm ready.
Oh, thanks, but I don't think anybody's gonna be going down there for awhile.
Lieutenant Tanaka put a guard on the pier.
What do you propose that we do?
Find out who did this to T.C.
How?
Well, since T.C. Can't tell us,
I think we're gonna have to recreate his day.
I went down to his office and got his logs.
That's where we'll start. We?
Yes, we. Everybody tracking down a different lead.
We've got a lot of ground to cover.
Now, who wants to go to Maui?
Thank you.
Your attention, please.
The shuttle bus to Lahaina and the Maui Convention Center
will be leaving in 10 minutes.
Excuse me. Excuse me. Yes?
I wonder if you could perhaps help me out.
Sure.
Could you give me the room number of Jack and Nora Phillips?
You see...
Oh, I'm sorry. There's nobody registered under that name.
I see.
But there must be some mistake.
They're honeymooners, actually.
My name is Walter Brimecombe,
and I'm the father of the bride
and, well, my daughter Nora and her husband, Jack,
checked in here last night.
They were supposed to meet Mrs. Brimecombe and me in Hana for dinner.
And then we were supposed to go on a moonlight cruise.
But when they surprisingly didn't show up, naturally...
I'm sorry, they're not here. And they wouldn't be.
You see, the hotel has been booked solid for the past week with a scientific convention.
Are you sure you have the right hotel?
Well, of course I'm sure.
I wonder where they could be.
We were so looking forward to their honeymoon.
I'm sorry, I just don't know.
With in-laws like you, I guess I'd be hiding out, too.
Inspector Bennett,
National Transportation Safety Board,
Unit 11, Special Investigations.
I'm here to interview the witnesses about the incident.
Over there.
Thanks.
Say, Officer,
keep your eyes open, this ain't a flop.
Yo!
Hey! Anybody home?
Yeah, we're home.
That's great. I gotta ask you guys a couple of questions.
Inspector Bennett, National Transportation Safety Board
Unit 12, Special Investigations.
You're here about the chopper, huh?
Well, we already talked to the cops.
Yeah, well, maybe you did, but you didn't talk to me.
Oh, big deal. Does that mean we get on the news again?
No, but the boys down at the department are awful proud of you fellas.
In fact, they're gonna give you a special commendation
from the Secretary himself, just for pulling that pilot out of the chopper.
But I'm here to talk to you about something else.
A reward?
Maybe, if you can answer a couple of questions.
Yeah? Like what?
We've got reason to believe that a rifle bullet brought down the chopper.
Now, judging from the point that it went down,
the trajectory would put the sniper right here in this area.
What I'd like to know from you fellas is
did you see anything suspicious?
Any strangers lurking around here right before the accident?
Uh-uh.
You see anybody?
Uh-uh.
Hey.
How much you say that reward was?
Just name it, pal. I want the guy with the gun.
I'm sorry, man, but we'll keep thinking about it, okay?
What about the people in this next boat?
Yeah, sure. You can ask them.
You better bring an interpreter
because all they speak is Vietnamese.
"I want my brother to live."
Remember, that's what you told me that little kid said to you at Bao Loc?
And you saw those two kids hiding behind the hooch.
Well, I want my brother to live, too.
Do you hear me, T. C?
Please, man, don't die on me.
Please, don't die on me.
He won't.
Look, Jerrold, why don't you go back to the estate for a couple of hours?
You need it.
No.
Thanks, Rick,
but I'm gonna stay here with T.C. He needs me.
Higgins brought me some stuff to shower and shave with.
I'm gonna be fine.
Where's Thomas?
Come here.
He's still at the Coast Guard listening to their tapes and stuff.
Oh, great.
Yeah.
With you finding out nothing at the dock,
I guess that means we're just in great shape, huh?
Yeah.
What about Higgins?
Well, he's two hours late calling in now.
Hey, maybe that means he's on to something.
With Higgins it could mean just about anything.
Look, can you excuse me for a minute?
I got to call home, I forgot the time.
I gotta call my mom and dad.
You got any change?
Oh, sure.
Sorry, I saw nobody like the couple you were talking about.
But...
But you took my $10.
Oh, yes, thank you.
And I answered your question.
No wonder he's always broke.
Thank you, thank you very much. Aloha. Excuse me.
Give me five minutes, bro.
We're a little busy today, huh?
That's quite all right. I just wanted to ask you a question.
Like what's my favorite color? My favorite song?
Hey, is this some kind of radio quiz or something?
Will I win a million bucks?
Perhaps not. But, you may win the good will of a critically injured friend of mine
and those who care about him.
It's extremely important to us if you could perhaps offer some assistance.
Sure. What do you wanna know?
If yesterday you saw a young honeymoon couple enter the hotel?
I'm not quite sure exactly what...
Sure, I think I saw who you're looking for.
What I mean is, we've had nothing but these old, fuddy-duddy scientists
in here for a week flat
and anybody under 80 kind of sticks in my mind.
That's probably why they split the scene. - Dr. Einstein...
I beg your pardon?
Well they came inside
and I said, "Hey, let me take your bags."
They said, "No, thanks," grabbed them off the cart
and stood by the fountain for 10 minutes,
until some guy came and picked them up.
What did this guy look like?
Just a guy. Haole. I guess around 40.
He was wearing a white suit and a wimpy purple tie.
Kind of talked like you.
I see.
They said they were at the wrong hotel.
Said they meant to go to the... To the Coconut Coast.
You are sure?
Of course, I'm sure.
One moment.
Why are you so sure? You see hundreds of people come and go every day.
How did you remember them?
Because they tipped me anyway.
Capital!
Will you shut this blasted thing off?
We can't shut it off.
Why not?
Insurance regulations.
Besides, we're obligated under the Hippocratic oath
to make use of every faculty of modern science available to us in your treatment.
This isn't treatment, it's torture. Hmm.
Much more of this incessantly shrill sound and I shall surely go stark raving mad.
Well, don't blame me. You're the one who insisted upon being flown back
so you could be in my care.
Hardly.
I merely wanted to be in close proximity to T.C. In case his condition changed.
And I wouldn't, by any stretch of the imagination,
characterize this as "care." I would...
Higgins, will you please lighten up, you've been shot.
Now, were you able... It's not the first time I've tasted lead, either.
I remember one time in Kenya, much worse than this.
I was on safari, carefully stalking a herd of white rhino
for more than three hours.
The only thing was that, unbeknownst to me,
another hunter was approaching the herd from the upwind side.
Higgins, were you able to get a look at who shot you?
Of course, I was. He was a Belgian chap
who hadn't the foggiest notion of the etiquette of big game hunting.
Needless to say...
On Maui, Higgins! On Maui! Who shot you?
How would I know?
The blackguards ambushed me from the side of the road.
Now, about this Belgian chap, his name was Francois Fornier,
and despite the fact that he had a quite severe asthmatic condition,
he was able to carry me on his back for four days
back to the base camp.
Of course,
by the time
we got there...
Right on time.
Hey, Doc, he's gonna be all right, isn't he?
He should.
There was considerable blood loss, but it was a clean wound.
What about T. C?
I don't know.
I just left Magnum and Jerrold
and that situation is not quite as clean.
For the moment, all we can do is wait it out.
Wait a second. What does that mean, "for the moment"?
He'll either come out of the coma on his own or he won't.
Sooner or later, decisions will have to be made.
I'm real tired of waiting, Thomas.
I got to do something.
You are. You're here with him.
Yeah. For the first time in years, too.
You know, you bum around the world and you lose contact
and then you finally show up to this.
Man, I'm telling you, it's like somebody's playing some kind of lame trick on me.
Or T.C.
Yeah, T.C.
I don't know how much longer I'm gonna be able to deal with this.
I mean, I don't know how many more times
I'm gonna be able to talk to my mom on the phone
and listen to all the questions she has in her voice
that she won't ask out loud.
I just feel I've got to be doing something. Something more.
Something real.
Well, being here with T.C. Is real.
Talking to him. I mean, maybe he can't see or hear us but...
You know, somehow, I think he does.
How? I just don't think it's working.
Well, I think it will.
You're talking about God?
Somehow or another, I just feel that I'm all prayed out.
Well, I prayed, too.
And I know it's not enough. I know you've got to do more.
I don't know about you,
but I believe you got to pray to God as if you couldn't get anything done without Him,
and then you go about doing it as if he doesn't exist.
You mean, take care of business.
Yeah.
But you see, that's exactly what I'm talking about.
I mean, we've been everywhere, we've done everything.
So I don't see what good sitting and talking to T.C. Is gonna do?
I mean, I'm sorry, I just don't.
How do we get through?
Maybe we don't, but we gotta try.
I get these feelings.
I guess I...
I call him my "little voice." I know that sounds dumb,
but it's like an early warning system, or a conscience.
Or maybe, it's just a way of communicating to myself
how I really feel about something deep down.
And I think that we all have something like that.
I think we communicate those deep down feelings
with others that we care about.
And it's not just by talking about it.
This isn't making any sense, I'm sorry.
I guess,
what I mean is
if there's a real connection with somebody you care about, ultimately they hear you.
And that's why I think T.C.'s gonna hear us.
Well, I'll take that "ultimately" when it happens.
But what about now?
Well, I think maybe we ought to take another dive down there,
before the police dredge it up.
Hey, I'm game.
Well, maybe we missed something.
This your "little voice" talking?
No, just T.C.'s friend. I'll see you at dawn.
You know, we could get arrested for this.
Oh, you're not gonna let that happen, are you, Inspector?
I mean, I still don't know what we're looking for down there.
Me, either.
Then how do you know whatever you're looking for down there is still down under there?
Because whoever shot T.C. Also shot Higgins.
That means the case is still hot.
"Hot?"
Yeah, like in "not cold," like in "keep an eye out while we're down there."
You ready? Let's do it.
All right, we'll start with the perimeter wreckage first,
examine everything in the circle, then work our way towards the center
where the main sections of the chopper are.
Well, that could take a couple dives.
Yeah, but that's why Inspector Bennett here
is gonna buy us all the time we need.
Right? Oh, sure, sure.
And what if you find nothing hot down under there?
Rick's questions were the same ones I had already asked myself.
And hot, cold or lukewarm, I really didn't have the answers.
All I knew was the chopper was the last place to look for them.
And the only place we had after that was the hospital room.
And at last report, T.C. Still wasn't talking.
Cardiac arrest, Room 6, code blue.
T.C.
Naturally, I could never trust Lieutenant Bancroft again,
much less look him in the face.
Which reminds me of a similar experience which occurred in the Suez in '56.
I was on camel patrol with an officer newly transferred to our unit,
Captain Nigel Thornberry,
who was quite anxious to prove himself to the rest of the lads.
So, naturally, when the Colonel asked,
Thornberry was the first to volunteer
for the quite dangerous job
of tracking the entrenched forces of the Egyptian Third Division.
And just as naturally, the Colonel prevailed upon me to accompany him,
no doubt because of my extensive experience
with those recalcitrant buggers.
You know, the camels, I mean.
Now, quite unluckily, as it happened,
our guide was a 12-year-old Bedouin lad named Jamaal.
This was his first mission, too.
However, he assured us that he was quite familiar with the terrain,
and that his heart was as big as the Siwa Oasis.
Unfortunately, it was.
For Jamaal and his camel riding a couple of miles ahead of us,
were quickly captured by a roving group of desert bandits.
We tracked them for a full five days,
and the cries of pain and terror emanating from the enemy campfire at night
were enough to bring tears to the eyes of the most hardened warrior.
Much less Captain Thornberry,
who was reduced to a state of abject helplessness,
as he could only listen as the fiends tortured the resolutely brave lad who,
nevertheless, refused to reveal our position.
Well, I knew I had to act fast,
I knew I had to devise a plan.
So... Higgie baby...
Late on the sixth night...
Will you shut up?
T.C.
You're driving me crazy.
I got to get some sleep.
My God, man, you've been asleep for almost two days.
No.
I believe the technical term is "coma."
Good night.
T. C?
What?
Don't go back to sleep. I'm afraid you might lapse. Please.
What happened to you? You been in a coma, too?
Well, of course not. I've been shot.
Shot?
Yes. While I was on Maui attempting to "pull a tail," as Magnum would say.
Of course, I prefer to believe that my methods
are somewhat more sophisticated inasmuch as...
Higgins, please, just the essentials.
I got a headache you wouldn't believe.
Try me. Nonetheless, if you insist.
Apparently I was shot by the same knaves who shot you out of the skies.
Furthermore...
Shot me?
Yes. You mean I...
Yes. You were shot down.
Right now, as we speak, Magnum and Jerrold are scuba diving
amongst the wreckage to try to determine...
Jerrold?
Yes, Jerrold Calvin, your brother.
He's been here all the time.
You sure?
Well, of course I'm sure. He's been of enormous help.
My brother Jerrold?
My God, man, what's so remarkable about that?
Nothing.
I got a lot of brothers.
None of them are named Jerrold.
Now can I go back to sleep?
It's a miracle.
I really didn't want to say anything before
without being in full possession of the facts,
but in medical parlance, I thought for sure you were a goner.
Dr. Green, line 2...
And all you were doing was talking to him?
Yes, quite.
But never mind about that.
What about this chap who's been masquerading as T.C.'s brother?
How was he allowed in?
He arrived at the hospital a few minutes after T.C.'s admittance,
and I suppose in the heat of trying to save T.C.'s life,
no one thought to ask for an ID.
He was really convincing, you know, really helpful.
He even offered to make the call back to the family on the mainland.
If my family were to find out about this, they'd kill me.
But they'd be here.
Of course.
The question remains, then, who is this man impersonating your brother?
And why?
I'm afraid the only person who's going to be getting any answers is Magnum.
Come on. Come on, Thomas. What in the hell are you doing down there?
A camera case. An ordinary camera case.
You know, the kind that I use for aerial shots.
What's so important about that?
I'll ask the questions. And then he just vanished?
Yes.
He went into the hotel where the honeymoon couple went.
The honeymoon couple who never checked in.
Maybe because it was full.
Yes of course, it was, because of the scientific convention.
But two people planning a honeymoon
would have known that well in advance.
Obviously, the Phillips' hiring of you was a well planned ruse
to surreptitiously introduce you to Mr. Bates and his case.
And the presence of Jerrold here at this hospital was a hastily planned one
to find out from you where that case was.
But why on earth would he think it to be anywhere
other than down with your helicopter?
Maybe...
Maybe it was because I stopped off on Molokai.
I dropped off some balls and gloves for the boys' club there.
Aha, so the ersatz Jerrold was hedging his bets,
splitting his time between you and Magnum.
The question is, what is in that case
for which people are so cavalierly willing to kill?
I don't know.
Maybe one of those scientists was trying to make an atomic bomb or something
to blow up the world.
My God.
What're you doing?
Operator, get me the Pali Loa Hotel on Maui, please.
What? What? I was just joking.
Will you connect me, please? I'll wait.
Higgins, man, you can't be serious.
I mean, I was just making a dumb joke.
Excuse me, the scientific convention you're currently conducting...
Yes. What kind of...
I see. Thank you.
Get me the FBI.
Nuclear physicists.
Come on, come on. You're running out of time.
Rick! Rick!
Help. Help me.
Jerrold, what's going on down there?
Jerrold! Jerrold!
Rick. Rick.
Thomas!
Give me a hand. Okay.
What went on down there?
I just saw Jerrold.
Are you all right?
Are you all right, buddy?
Yeah.
What went on down there? A shark?
The only shark was him.
Who? T.C.'s brother?
Somehow I don't think he was a relation.
Hello, Inspector.
Hi, guys.
What's going on?
That case.
You wanna hand it over and then we'll be on our way.
Yeah? Well, maybe we'll just take this case and put it right back where we found it.
You do, and you're dead, both of you.
Oh, yeah? Well, there's a cop sitting right behind you on the dock.
That's right, and we put him to sleep.
Now give us that damn case.
What for? What's in it?
It's plutonium, man.
Plutonium?
Thomas, give it to him.
No.
Thomas, you heard what the guy says is in the case!
That's exactly why they're not gonna get it. - Thomas.
Look at it this way, Rick. Either way, we're history.
Either they shoot us, or...
I can open up this case
and we can all breathe enough plutonium oxide to get a real good glow in the dark.
Wait a second. No, you wait a second.
Who are you?
Since that rifle up there is probably the same caliber as the bullet
that hit the control pod of the chopper,
you can tell me why you shot it down.
Shot it down? They shot it down?
Then why did they pull T. C out?
Because they were after this case.
But they couldn't get it in time, so they rescued T.C.
So they could get another chance.
What for? Who are you?
That doesn't matter, but thanks for taking care of that guy down there.
Now, give me that case!
Our buddy's in a coma, maybe dead.
You're not walking away.
This is the United States Coast Guard.
Put down your weapons!
You have 10 seconds to surrender.
Do it! They're not gonna shoot.
Maybe.
You have five seconds.
But I'll open this case.
Bull.
Rick, this is T.C.'s case.
The other one's still down there.
Both Higgins and T.C. Were on the road to recovery.
And even though Rick and I had a few days of baby-sitting ahead of us,
somehow we didn't mind.
It's like Doc Ibold said, a miracle that they're both around.
But Higgins was easier to explain.
Modern science got that bullet out of his chest.
T.C. Was a little different.
He didn't wake up until those who cared for him somehow got through.
Maybe that's when I should have caught on to Jerrold.
Then, come to think of it, maybe that's when my little voice did.
Now remember, plenty of rest and no, I repeat, no excitement.
No aggravation of any kind for either of you.
I'll be by to see you in a couple of days.
Doctor Ibold to OR 6. Thanks, Doc.
Yes, quite. Thank you. Doctor Ibold to OR 6.
Take care of them. And remember... No excitement.
No aggravation.
All right. I'll see you later.
I got a gallbladder to take care of.
Thanks, Doc. See you, Doc.
How you guys doing?
Fine.
What I wanna know is, how did that creep know so much about my family?
Well, it's obvious T.C., the guys Jerrold was working for
were counting on you to deliver the plutonium.
After all, since they knew that they were
being monitored by their opposition,
as represented by Leo and Carl...
Excuse me. ...the fake fishermen. So, they couldn't...
Excuse me. ...entrust it to commercial travel.
So, when they picked you out to be the courier,
they did a little research.
All it probably took was a telephone call to your family by Jerrold
posing as a representative of their insurance company.
He asked a couple questions. It's very simple.
And fiendishly clever.
Yeah, that, too.
He also made a telephone call to Maui that got you shot.
Yeah, but what I wanna know is,
How did you know underwater
that the camera case contained plutonium? - Oh, my God! Hurry.
Well, I didn't, Rick, but see, I figured
that if they were desperate enough to, number one, shoot T.C. Down,
and number two, shoot Higgins,
and number three, have somebody pose as T.C.'s brother,
and then try and kill me,
that it had to be something connected with the chopper.
Please, clear this area! Out of the way! - Excuse me.
So, when I finally found the camera case
I just decided that it would be safer if I went back
and brought up T.C.'s case
Just in case there were any of those yo-yos still around
and I was right, they were.
Besides, the one with the plutonium in it was just too darn heavy.
I'll go around and get the van.
Great. We'll wait here.
Do you think we should take the freeway or the Old Beach Road?
Oh, we better take the Beach Road. I don't wanna take any chances.
That freeway can get pretty crazy at this time of day,
and you know what Doc Ibold said.
No excitement. Right.
...you can hit the ladder, you hit the ladder!
Oh, my God!