Michael Doheny, Thomas Magnum.
Drop the gun on the floor!
So far you run a lousy investigation!
That's all you got to say? "We got off to a bad start"?
Thomas!
Wait a minute! We just wanna talk to you!
There was no runaway kid. There never was.
You got ten seconds to tell me everything you know about Geiger.
We'd better find Geiger before he does.
I don't think Doheny plans to take him back.
I didn't give him my phone number. No way.
Laura, don't play with the ball inside, okay?
Go watch TV or something.
So what about you passing notes to Reza, huh?
That geek? Get out of here!
What do you think I am, a total moron?
I'd rather swap spit with Godzilla.
What was in the note?
Come on, you can tell me!
Oh!
You're kidding! I don't believe it!
I never said that!
For 15 years people have been telling me to get out of the Bronx.
Telling me the old neighborhood is going to the dogs.
Well as far as I'm concerned,
the whole kit and caboodle can go to Hades in a handbasket!
But it's my neighborhood, and I'm here to stay.
You tell 'em! Yeah!
There isn't a one of you here wouldn't have left here long ago
if it hadn't been for one man.
A man who gave a damn for more than 25 years of service.
A man who set out every day
to show the scum and the lowlife
who would like to take over this neighborhood
that decent people had a right to live in this neighborhood without fear.
Yeah!
Well,
I can tell you that this neighborhood's gonna be a lot emptier
without Detective Sergeant Michael Doheny.
Doheny! Doheny! Doheny!
All right, all right.
All right!
I love him, too.
So here he is, Detective Sergeant Michael Doheny.
Give 'em hell, Dad. I will.
Dad, what is it?
Nothing at all. Do I get the first dance?
You bet.
You were a great partner, my boy.
And if I had known that something as sweet and as nice as this
was gonna happen tonight,
I would've retired a long time ago.
I wanna be serious for a second to tell you
how delighted I am, and how honored...
...I am
that this evening was put together in my honor, my behalf.
And I thank you for your presence tonight,
I thank you for your love and for your affection,
and I wish you all the merriest of Christmases,
a lot of warmth in your homes,
and my daughter and myself
wish you the best of New Years
and good health, and God bless you all.
This is with great love and admiration
from the men and women of the 41st.
Aw!
Don't move. I'm on my way. Here I come.
Hi. It's me again.
Well. One thing about being a Private Investigator is,
you can't really go out and look for work.
You have to wait for the client to come to you.
Hey, Thomas?
Rick! You just ruined my tape!
Gee, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd be doing anything important.
What is that? Some kind of case you're working on?
In a way. Well, put it away, buddy boy.
Because I got something really hot for you.
You're gonna thank me for this, Thomas. I got you a job.
A job?
As in "employment."
You're offering me a job? I'm offering you a piece of cake.
Oh! Really?
Well, I'm kind of involved in this project.
I'm behind schedule, so thanks anyway.
We're only talking two days' work.
Hi! It's me again.
Forget this project, Thomas, Hey, turn on...
unless you wanna blow $10,000. $10,000?
Cash! Turn off the tape.
I told you you'd thank me, Thomas.
Hey, Thomas, you don't have a tape in there.
What?
What kind of legitimate job
pays $10,000 for two days' work?
A missing person.
No.
No, no.
No.
Missing persons is the worst kind of case there is.
You spend years and thousands of dollars
trying to track somebody down
who probably doesn't wanna be found.
No. Thanks anyway, but no thanks.
I don't believe it. I don't believe it!
This guy comes into my club
wanting to know who the best P.I. In the Islands is,
I do a whole song-and-dance number
convincing him that you're the guy,
'cause I happen to know that you could use $10,000.
This is the thanks I get? You don't wanna follow up one crummy lead?
One lead?
I knew you'd come to your senses.
We gotta be at the Waikiki Royale Hotel for 12:30...
I'm not gonna drop everything just to do this thing.
We could still make it if I drive.
Rick.
What exactly are you getting out of this?
Just a real small finder's fee.
And the good feeling inside
when I know that I helped out a pal.
The missing person's name is Kenneth Geiger,
5'10", 5'11", light complexion,
no identifying marks.
Rick, try to relax.
Try to be a little more natural.
You try and drive, looking in a camera and talk,
and be natural, all at the same time.
Okay, I'll fill it in with narration later.
Yeah. What's that documentary for, anyway?
It's just a little film I said I'd do. It's nothing, really.
Can't talk about it, huh?
The missing kid's name is Kenneth Geiger. What else?
Well I didn't get all the details
except that he's a rich kid who stole the family jewels
and ran off with a buddy of his by the name of Dusty
Hi. Something or another.
Well, naturally they want the kid back.
Or the jewels.
Thomas, you're getting cynical.
It comes from not having a full-time job.
Okay, they want the kid.
Anyway, the P.I. That the family hired
followed the kids all the way back here to Honolulu,
then he lost the trail.
That's where you and I come in.
Thomas, are you listening to me?
Uh, yeah. The trail got cold in Honolulu.
What's that got to do with us?
This Kenneth Geiger,
he worked for us briefly at the King Kamehameha Club as a lifeguard.
Yeah?
Well, he quit a couple of weeks ago.
I made a few calls to a couple of hotels,
and I found out that he's working at...
Oh, the Waikiki Royale.
All we gotta do is pick the kid up,
deliver him to the P. I., and collect the money.
Like I said, it's a piece of cake.
Right.
I talked to the guy who hires all the poolside help.
I told him that we had to ask him a couple of questions.
Why didn't you just give his name
to the private investigator who's looking for Geiger?
Oh yeah? And have him walk away with all the money?
No way! Excuse me.
Give me this camera, I'll put it in the trunk.
No, no, come on. Let's get this over with. Come on.
Thanks.
Well, would you ask him to...
Wait a minute. Just tell him...
Tell him I need him to come to work at 4:00 today, okay?
Okay, thanks. Willie Clayton?
Huh?
I'm Thomas Magnum. I believe we had an appointment?
Yeah, at 12:30? I called you on the phone.
Oh, yeah, yeah, you're the, uh... Rick Wright, his associate.
The P. I., right!
That's Private Investigator. Sit down.
Drink? No, thanks.
Smitty, bring a round of...
What'll it be, boys? I guess I'll have a beer.
Old Dusseldorf in a longneck.
Yeah, yeah. Beers! Beers all around, okay?
Well, what can I do for you boys?
We're looking for a young man,
we think he might be working for you,
his name is Kenneth Geiger.
Dick Shusha, the new manager,
he put you up to this, didn't he?
We're not up to anything!
You filming this?
No, no, take it easy. Listen, I got nothing to hide.
I will tell that to Shusha myself.
We're not trying to film anything. We're just...
Okay, all right, all right, look.
How much will it take to convince you
to give Shusha a good report on me, huh?
You'll take my IOU, won't you?
We're not working for anybody named Shusha.
You're really just looking for Geiger?
You know him?
Hey, do I owe you boys an apology!
Clayton.
Do you know Kenneth Geiger?
Uh, Geiger, Geiger...
Yeah, I... I might. I might.
You might.
Well, if it's, you know, real important to you.
He's supposed to call in tomorrow.
I'll find out where he is and I'll give you guys a buzz, okay?
What...
You got ten seconds to tell me everything you know about Geiger
or you'll no longer have a neck.
Oh, no!
You know him?
Hey! Come here!
My camera!
He's the P.I. That hired you!
You work for that guy?
No! Wait.
Where is Kenneth Geiger?
He's living at the Kalakaua Towers. Honest!
Okay, let's grab a car.
Hey, Doheny.
Michael Doheny, Thomas Magnum.
Nobody move!
Drop the gun on the floor!
Can you take a little constructive criticism, Mr. Magnum?
Drop the gun on the floor!
So far you run a lousy investigation!
All right, so we got off to a bad start.
That's all you got to say?
"We got off to a bad start"?
Anybody can make a mistake!
No, no, you didn't make a mistake.
You tailed us there on purpose,
you started a fight on purpose,
you pulled a gun on purpose.
I wouldn't be surprised if you got us thrown into jail on purpose.
You didn't make one single mistake.
I'm talking about you.
Me? Yeah, you!
I mean, there you were, running around,
not knowing exactly what to do,
meanwhile, Clayton is giving you a double drop job and you didn't even see it.
I saw it! What's a double drop?
You never heard of a double drop?
Uh-uh.
You pay Clayton to give you information,
and then Geiger pays him
not to give you the information.
Got it?
Exactly.
And you knew that he was doing that?
Double drop!
Well, like I always say, anybody can make a mistake.
At least I got the address.
Well, that's probably a phony!
Yeah, but it's a place to start, isn't it?
And if you wanna go on with this thing,
think I should mention that you could come up with a $20,000 reward
if we find the boy.
We do wanna go on.
$20,000 reward?
Look, I told you that I was gonna get a small finder's fee. I mean...
All right, you take 15, I'll take five.
After all, you are the professional.
You got the address. What do you need us for?
You got any children of your own?
If you did, you'd know what it means to wake up one morning
and find that one of them disappeared.
I think I do.
Kenneth Geiger's parents are friends of mine.
And they sent me over here to find their son.
I find myself in kind of a strange neighborhood for me.
So Junior, here, told me that you're pretty good in what you do.
Oh, he usually is.
Oh, I checked it out. He's better than "pretty good. " He's damn good.
Well, that's nice to hear.
I'd appreciate it a great deal
if you would help me find this boy.
If you will, you'd make me very happy.
If you don't want to, okay, I understand that.
Sorry for the mix-up, guys.
Oh! Hey, that's okay, Lieutenant. It happens.
I wasn't talking to you.
Listen, my...
My men were real embarrassed to find out
that they had arrested a New York cop...
No, a retired cop.
Well, even so.
I took care of all the papers for your, uh,
gun permit.
Lieutenant, I don't want anything special done for me.
My pleasure. But I thank you for it. Thank you.
Excuse us.
Thank you.
Well, I guess you and Doheny can take it from here.
I'll get the camera fixed as soon as I get it out of the shop, Thomas.
You're gonna thank me for this, eventually.
I hope.
I know what you're thinking, and you're right.
I couldn't think of one good reason for me to stay on this case.
I mean, besides the money, of course.
Which was considerable.
But even so, there had to be something more than money.
And that something was retired detective Michael Doheny.
Is spite of the mix-up, there was something intriguing about him.
I'm gonna give you a piece of advice for free.
When you're dealing with an informant,
you gotta let him know you mean business. You got it?
If you're talking about the guy you pulled a gun on,
he isn't an informant.
He is an informant. You just didn't recognize it.
You stick with me, and you'll learn something about that kind of stuff.
Look, he would've told you anything
to get you to take your gun out of his ribs.
The gun gets him to tell the truth.
And they haven't got time to think up a lie.
Aha! 1207. See?
Thomas!
Wait a minute! We just wanna talk to you!
Head him off! Yeah!
Looks like I won't be able to keep my promise to his parents after all.
Not now, Higgins.
Hey, sorry I took so long.
But I just got Rick's message an hour ago.
I had some important paperwork to finish up before I could come over.
What message?
Well, he said that you broke Robin Masters' video camera
and that you needed a loaner right away for some important documentary.
Oh!
Check.
Oh. He said it had to do with your work.
Yeah, that's right, it does.
Well, then feel free to use mine.
Well, thanks, T.C.
Hey, what are friends for?
How many people do you think will see this documentary?
I don't know. I haven't really thought about it.
Artistic content is important.
Any commercial value will have to come second.
Commercial value?
Well, I thought that usually, when you wanna get someplace on the Island,
you rely on T.C.'s Island Hoppers.
So I assumed that you might want a shot or two of the helicopter.
Well that is a good idea, T.C.
Great! There are some things about this camera you need to know.
Now this is the auto-focuslmanual button.
Always check with this before you start.
You know, there's one thing I can't figure out...
Oh, there's not much to figure with this camera.
Back light. High light. Zoom lens.
A rich kid runs away from home
and hangs out in Hawaii for three months.
What's the worst thing that can happen if he's caught and sent home?
Is this part of the documentary?
I mean, his parents aren't gonna put him in jail for stealing the family jewelry,
and he didn't look that young.
So if he's not a minor,
I don't think they can legally force him to go back anyway,
not if he doesn't wanna go.
Then there's no problem.
Well, that's what I was thinking.
So why would he risk his life running out in traffic
rather than talk to Doheny?
Who's Doheny? And why didn't he have a tan?
Doheny? Kenneth Geiger.
He's been working as a life guard for three months.
How can you do that and not have a tan?
You've been reading too many detective novels!
Yeah?
Maybe you're right, T.C.
Lieutenant Page, please. Thomas Magnum.
Lieutenant?
Thank you.
Page here. It's Magnum.
Magnum! You just saved me a call.
Is Doheny with you?
No. Did you get an ID on the body we brought over?
Sure did. Was it Geiger?
No.
The deceased's name was Dustin Murray.
Now you would think a smart New York cop
like Doheny would know that this wasn't the guy he was after.
Yeah, you'd think so.
Or a smart P.I. Like you
would tell me what he knows about this.
I'm not hearing anything.
Checkmate.
So where's Doheny?
Magnum! Where's Doheny?
Sorry to disappoint you, Doheny.
It's only me.
Well, as long as you're in,
why don't you shut the door?
I assume that you know that I'm not trying to cut you out of any reward money.
There's no reward money.
I had an interesting conversation with Lieutenant Page.
It turns out the young man we chased into the street
wasn't Kenneth Geiger after all.
But then you knew that, didn't you?
Being such a close friend of the family and all.
What do you want?
What do I want? I want the truth!
Well, there's truth and there's truth.
Don't give me that!
There was no runaway kid. There never was.
What there is, is an unsolved homicide in Detective Doheny's district.
Oh, probably more than one.
A homicide committed by two young men.
Kenneth Geiger and Dustin Murray, according to NYPD.
I figure that leaves us with a homicide detective
with a murder case he couldn't solve before he was forced to retire.
How am I doing so far?
You're getting better.
You just couldn't stand to let one get away, could you?
You know what I think?
I think you should take a good look at this photograph
of the little girl they killed.
They raped her,
they beat her to a pulp,
and they tossed her into an alley
and left her there to die.
You could have told me.
Twenty-twenty hindsight.
You know, if Geiger hasn't shown up by now,
he may not be coming back.
Oh, no, no, no. He'll be back.
You can make a bet on it.
Because he ain't going nowhere
without this stuff.
Passport,
check book,
Some cash...
Oh, no, not you again!
Hey, listen, I didn't do anything, all right?
Just let me out of here.
Okay! Now what're you gonna do?
What're you gonna do?
Where is Kenneth Geiger?
I think you better tell him.
I thought it might be... Where is Kenneth Geiger?
I thought it might be worth some money to let him know you guys were looking for him!
So he gave me $500... Where is Kenneth Geiger?
The banyan tree. International Marketplace. 9:00.
Oh! Oh, my goodness!
Oh, dear, how clumsy of me.
Hey! My bike!
I guess this means we won't be getting the 20,000.
Not that I care myself.
But I was really thinking about you.
According to Lieutenant Page, Geiger has a habit.
Somebody's been selling to him.
I was thinking somebody knows where he is.
Yeah, it's possible, I guess. But you gotta figure out where the dealer is.
Well, I was thinking maybe you could do that.
Me? How am I gonna figure that out?
You make a few phone calls, you ask a few questions.
You did get me into this in the first place, you know.
Okay! I've got this all figured out.
Tomorrow I've got a tour of the Islands lined up.
You can get some shots of me taking off and landing.
Oh, and Thursday I've got a cargo run.
You can go along, and maybe get some aerial shots.
That should give it some class.
And then a week from Tuesday, I'm getting a commendation from the Tourist Board.
Wouldn't hurt to get a couple of shots of that...
T. C., what are you talking about?
The documentary?
T. C., the documentary's gonna have to wait.
Something's come up. It's important.
Oh.
Well,
maybe I can cancel the tour and the cargo run.
Well, postpone it, anyway.
Thanks.
You think you can do that for me? What are you gonna do?
Go see Lieutenant Page. There's still something about this case that's bothering me.
Where's Doheny? Where I can keep an eye on him!
Just outside Moscow, in the dead of winter.
Lieutenant Baneworthy and I had been sent to Russia on a fact-finding mission.
Well, you can imagine two young men sent off to an exotic locale
for the first time in their lives,
especially a place as romantic
as the homeland of Fyodor Dostoyevsky
and Peter llich Tchaikovsky.
I'm not a very good listener tonight. I guess I'm tired.
I suppose I should turn in.
Of course.
But I think you'll find this quite interesting.
I shall never forget one Russian infantryman
I saw returning from the front.
A young man who had survived ferocious fighting,
only to find that his wife and infant son
had died of starvation in his absence.
He started beating his fist against a brick wall.
Over and over and over.
Until every bone in his hand was crushed.
It almost seemed that some primal force in him believed
that if he could break through that brick wall,
he could undo what war and nature had done to his family.
Of course, he only succeeded in destroying his hand.
It was the only thing he could do.
Yes. I see your point.
Well, I think you'll be quite comfortable here.
Oh, I'm sure.
And I thank you for your help.
Good night. Night.
Why should I give you anything?
Because you need me as much as I need you.
Oh! And suppose for one moment that's true.
What is it that you can give me?
Come on, Page. What've you got to lose?
Okay, I got a police report, 41st Precinct, NYPD.
There was an arrest on Geiger.
His parents put up the bail, and him and his pal Murray skipped town.
Where's the report?
You know better than that!
Look, Lieutenant, I don't know exactly what I'm looking for
but I tell you what, if I don't find it, I'll get out of your way.
I'm gotta go for coffee.
Naturally, I'm gonna have to ask you
not to look at the official police report while I'm gone.
You understand?
Naturally.
The $20,000 reward is from Doheny's retirement fund.
Yeah? Look at this.
I read it. The girl's mother went to the hospital after the murder.
Understandable.
Look at her name.
"Marion D. O'Hara."
Look at her maiden name.
Marion...
Doheny O'Hara.
The little girl? Laura?
She was Doheny's granddaughter?
Robin Masters' estate.
Higgins, I need to talk to Doheny.
Have you any idea what time it is?
I'm quite certain he has retired for the evening.
It's important!
Very well.
But while I have you on the line, don't forget that tomorrow is trash day.
Mr. Doheny?
Thanks, Higgins.
Doheny is gone.
We'd better find Geiger before he does.
I don't think Doheny plans to take him back.
He's a police officer. What makes you come to that conclusion?
The system failed him once.
I don't think he's gonna give it a second chance.
Wait, hold on a minute, dude.
I suppose you have an idea where to start looking for him.
I might.
I'll give you anything you want.
My parents will pay.
Anything you ask.
Look, it won't do you any good to take me back anyway, man!
My lawyers will get me off. You know they will.
I'll say Dusty did it.
What difference does it make to you?
She was my granddaughter!
You slimy bastard!
You beat her face to a pulp,
you broke her body down to nothing at all,
and then you threw her in an alley and left her to die!
And I'm gonna do the same thing to you.
Doheny!
What happened here?
Geiger had a knife.
Hey, Doheny.
Your gun permit?
It just expired.
Hi. I'm Thomas Magnum.
I'll bet it's pretty cold back there in Tidewater.
It never gets cold in Hawaii.
I'm Billy's uncle, and he asked me to make this tape
about a day in the life of a private investigator
for him to bring to show-and-tell.
Okay. Well, one thing about being a private investigator is,
you can't really go out and look for work.
You have to wait for the client to come to you.
And sometimes they find you in the Yellow Pages,
sometimes they hear about you from a friend,
and sometimes they just kind of stumble across you.
It doesn't really matter how they find you, I guess.
The important thing is
that they find you.
Now, you probably think that every case I take is really an exciting one.
Well, to tell you the truth,
there are some cases you forget
the day after you finish them.
And there are others
you'll probably never forget.
We got 'em, honey.
We got 'em.