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When I'm working on a case
I'm kind of a lone wolf.

Do you supply a gun or
should I bring my own?

This may be the only time in my
life I get to go under cover.

What the hell is this? You're
trying to inhale my fianc�.

I cannot believe that a hot shot P.l.
like you is gonna wimp out on me.

I'm not wimping out.

Rita! Jump!

Go!

I have always been a bel�ever
�n seek�ng fresh exper�ences,

learn�ng new th�ngs.

My grandfather used to say, "We
should pattern our l�ves after f�sh.

"If you don't keep sw�mm�ng,
you d�e."

Now, I support every creature's
r�ght to selF-FulF�llment.

But anyth�ng can be overdone.

All right, Higgins, you got me.

Maybe you have succeeded in teaching
them a couple of basic hand signals.

I have taught them the complete
Forbes-Davies Silent Sentry System.

Thirty-four distinct,
unvoiced commands.

But there is one big flaw in
your Forbes-Davies, Higgins.

What if someone gives
them a different command?

When the lads are working, you
don't exist for them, Magnum.

Unless I happen to
designate you as prey.

Prey?

Prey, Higgins?

Don't you think I should
know this prey signal?

Frankly, you should
know the whole system,

but you'll undoubtedly
shirk your duty to learn it.

Shirk? I don't shirk, Higgins.

Really? Two weekends ago,
you promised to assist me

with the new members party for the
Anglo-Hawaiian Investment Club,

but you went spear
fishing instead.

That was not shirking,
that was forgetting.

I'd been wanting to go spear
fishing for six months.

When the opportunity
presented itself,

it simply drove everything
else out of my head.

A remarkably easy feat.

Yes?

Uh, Benny Trav�s to see Magnum.

Come on, Higgins, Benny's not such a bad
guy. Come to the main house, Benny.

How you can maintain a
relationship with someone

who is undoubtedly the absolute
dregs of your profession

is beyond human comprehension.

Benny performs
a valuable service.

Someone has to take those
disgusting little cases

that lead through all
the sewers in Honolulu.

Besides, he's given
me some good tips.

He's undoubtedly come to you
to secure an unsecured loan,

which you'll undoubtedly
try to borrow from me,

which I will undoubtedly refuse.

You know, Higgins, smugness is not
one of your endearing qualities.

Magnum, thank God you're here.

Hi, Benny.

Hi, Hig.

So, Benny,

how's it going?

How's it going? Is
this a month or what?

I been chasing this wandering
hubby, and my motor burns out.

And then I'm tailing
this broad for three days

and I find out the broad
I'm tailing is the sister

of the broad I'm
supposed to be tailing.

And then, to top it off,
two of my three clients

stiffed me with bad checks.
That's how it's going.

Well, I'm sorry to hear
about your troubles, Benny.

Actually, I haven't been
doing so well myself.

Ah, too bad, 'cause you
know, I turned it around.

I mean, I got a great iob,
cash on the barrelhead.

Oh, yeah?

So you don't need
any financial help?

No way.

In fact...

I'm on the job now.
That's why I'm here.

Come on, call them off.

Cut it out, Higgins.
Put them outside.

Quit being such a sore loser.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Say, is Robin Masters around?

Well, that's a good
question, Benny.

See, I have this theory that...

You know perfectly well
Mr. Masters is in Europe.

Oh. Sorry, Benny,
no introduction today.

Oh, that's all right,
you've done enough for me.

Jonathan Quayle Higgins, in
the absence of Robin Masters,

I'm officially serving you
these court documents

pertaining to a lawsuit
filed by Chester Bixby

against you and
the Masters estate.

Lawsuit?

What on earth are
you talking about?

Couple of weeks ago,
at a party here.

Mr. Bixby tripped over a loose
piece of carpeting and fell.

Oh, that chap.

He said he was fine.
It was just a little accident.

Well, now he's claiming
hidden back injuries,

pain and suffering,
mental stress.

Two million dollars' worth.
It's all in the documents.

And thanks for letting
me into this fortress.

I could have never
got in here without you.

See ya.

Thanks again.

Mr. Travis.

I have one question.

How are you planning to get
from this doorstep to your car?

Oh, wait! Wait a minute!

Hey! Open the door!

All right, how was I supposed
to know why he came here?

It's not only this! If you'd been
at the party as you promised,

this Bixby fellow would never had
attempted that cheap charade.

How do you know
it was a charade?

I know.

And since you're in charge of security
here, it's your job to prove it.

Wait a minute.
Wait just a minute!

How come every time there's
a crummy job to be done,

I'm in charge of security?

But every time there's
big money to be spent

or credit to be taken,
you're in charge of security?

Because that is the order
of the universe.

Macadamia nuts?

You want me to fly you all the way
to Maui for a jar of Macadamia nuts?

Of course not. There's also pork rinds
and potato chips, snacks for the trip.

I'm talking camaraderie here,
T.C., not commerce.

Sorry, comrade, I'm booked.
Day one of a five-day charter.

What's the big emergency
on Maui anyway?

I have to locate a flopper.

A flopper, huh?

You don't have to
go to Maui for that.

All you have to do is get one of
Rick's girlfriends in a string bikini.

A guy who takes falls in public, T.C.,
and then sues for fake injuries.

A flopper. Flopper?

Wasn't that the name
of the rabbit in Bamb�?

No, no, no. Flopper,
the evil twin of Flipper.

That's not funny, T.C.,
it's not funny at all.

This guy's putting the
squeeze on a friend of ours.

Who?

Higgins.

Thought you said it
was a friend of ours.

I tracked this guy, Bixby, to a local
hotel, they said he's visiting Maui.

Couldn't we iust hop on over
before you clients get here?

I don't have the time,
nor the appetite.

Well, that's it, then.
You're forcing me into it.

There's no alternative. What?

I'll have to do it.
I don't want to do it.

I don't think it's
completely my fault.

I think you will have to
share some of the blame.

Blame?

Blame for what?

Well, I'll have to
sign up for one of those

three-day, two-night
Maui excursions

with the money-back
guarantee and then,

once I get there
and do my business,

I'll have to lie about being
dissatisfied and get my money back.

That's disgusting.

How'd you think of it?

Benny Travis told me. He takes
all his vacations that way.

Looks like you've definitely
got a paying client this time.

Yeah.

Some big wheeler-dealer
from the mainland.

- Hi.
- Hi.

One of you my pilot?

Uh, me. Theodore Calvin.

Welcome to Island Hoppers.

Oh, this is, uh, Thomas Magnum.

He's my head of security.

Hi, Joe Hatten, President
of E 8 N Industries.

You heard of me.

Uh, no, sorry.

I was in The T�mes last month.

Joe. What?

Everyone's been
introduced but...

Well, you got a mouth,
you wanna talk, talk.

Hi, I'm Rita Parks,
Joe's fianc�.

Pleased to meet you.
Pleased to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

You have such a lovely island...

Okay, okay, can it, huh?

I'm in garbage.

Of course, nowadays everybody wants
to call it waste management,

but it's garbage,
plain and simple.

Yeah, so is this
security business.

Excuse me.

I ain't ashamed of what I do.

Hell, I dropped out of ninth grade
to work on a garbage truck.

Six years later, I owned
the whole damn route.

Now, I'm the biggest garbage
man on the East Coast.

Uh, congratulations.

I'm over here to check out your
problems, and you got plenty.

If you don't get some new landfill
sites in the next couple of years,

you're all gonna be up to
your butts in wet garbage.

No kidding.

Maybe I should try to corner
the market on hip boots, huh?

Hip boots, that's
pretty good, Magnum.

So, you're head of security
around here, huh?

I got one question.

What the hell have
you got to secure?

Oh, uh...

Thomas iust works
for me part-time.

He's one of the best private
investigators on the island.

You're a detective?

Uh, private investigator.

Like on TV?

Well it's not really like
that, not all the time.

Oh.

Oh, he's iust being modest.

In fact, he's working on a
really big case right now.

It's not really a big case, it's just a
standard, uh, somewhat exotic, case.

Oh, you're a
detective in Hawaii.

Do you realize you have one of the
most exotic jobs in the whole world?

Oh, come on, tell us something
about one of your cases.

No, we got to go.

Just because your head's already floating
around in the clouds don't mean ours are.

Okay, uh...

I'm ready if you are.

Yeah, I should be going, too.

Listen, uh, those excursion
flights leave pretty early.

Joe, nice to meet you.
Same here.

Bye-bye.

No glamour, huh?

Rita, get your tail
in this helicopter,

or you're gonna walk
back to the hotel.

One of the pleasanter after-effects
of nearly meet�ng your maker

�s a renewed sense
of the value of all l�fe,

of every creature's r�ght
to real�ze �ts full potent�al.

In fact, I was qu�te
pleased recently

when I managed to avo�d stepp�ng
on an ord�nary garden sna�l.

Pleased that �t could crawl on to fulf�ll
�ts full garden sna�l potent�al.

So you are here.

Higgins.

I assumed you would be
out working on the case.

Don't you ever knock?

You've got company.

Hi.

Hi.

Oh, such a nice
place you got here.

Are you all right, Magnum?

You seem a little
distracted lately.

Huh? Uh, I... No, I'm fine.

You got this whole big estate
and you live in the bungalow?

Well, it's cozier here,
it's, uh,

more comfortable. What
brings you here, Rita?

I do!

Oh, it's Joe. You're with Joe.

I know.

Hey, those two
Dobermans are dynamite.

I taught them to
fetch my wallet.

Bet they could do a real
job on a burglar, huh?

Indeed.

Zeus and Apollo are the best trained
canine sentries on this island.

Zeus and Apollo?

Don't you think those names are
a little poofy for attack dogs?

Poofy? Higgins,

the sooner that, uh,

we finish our business here, the sooner
I can take care of that other matter.

Very well.

Perhaps the lads and I
will see you again.

Good night.

English butlers are
always so snooty.

I'd dump the guy, Magnum.

Yeah, well, he's been here for years.
I wouldn't feel right about it.

Well done, Zeus.
Now, watch me carefully.

Listen, can I get you a...

Magnum, we need to talk.

Did you solve your case today?

Uh, sure. Uh, not yet.

Oh, I ain't the type to beat around
the bush, Magnum, so, uh, here it is.

Did you get in any gun battles
or, like, fistfights?

Uh, no, I fired a couple of warning shots
at the teller who short-changed me but...

Steady on, Apollo.

Rita here is tired of flying
around looking at landfill sites.

Oh, I'll bet you had some great
chases in that sports car.

Hey, can it, will you? Can't you see
I'm trying to talk business here?

As I was saying, she keeps yapping
about this private detective racket.

So, uh, I was wondering
if maybe, uh...

Maybe she could tag along
with you for a couple of days.

No offense, Joe, I...

That's not a good idea.

See, Rita, when I'm working on a
case, I'm kind of a lone wolf.

I'll pay you 600 a day.

$6oo?

A day.

Well...

Rip and shred, lads,
destroy the enemy!

Rip and shred!

Uh, that's a very
generous offer.

But, I mean, if it was another
case with another client...

I iust can't.
No, I... No, I can't.

Hey, no problem. I wouldn't
do it if I were you.

Just because her yammering
is driving me nuts,

is no reason you
should go through it.

Didn't I tell you it was a dumb
idea, that he'd never go for it?

Let's get out of here.

Guess I'm iust
being stupid again.

No, wait a minute, now.

Destroy the enemy.
What the heck.

Even a lone wolf could use some
good company now and then.

You'll do it?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

All right, yeah, okay.

That's more like it.

So, Magnum,
what changed your mind?

A garden snail.

This is so great.

Do you supply a gun or
should I bring my own?

So that's Chester Bixby.

In person.

I wish he'd have stayed on Maui.
He ruined my trip.

Yeah, but Rita,

this makes our
investigation easier.

Now, all we have
to do is be patient.

It'll probably be
a long surveillance,

but eventually, if we're lucky, we'll
catch him pulling a phony fall, see?

Hey, you think
he's packing heat?

No, I don't think so,
some Bengay, maybe.

Yeah, there he is.
Yeah, I thought so.

He's down by the dairy products.

He'll probably spill something on the
floor and pretend to slip in it.

That makes the store more liable.
Poor maintenance.

Can I get a pr�ce check
on seven, please?

Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse me. They're
having this special on water chestnuts.

It's my favorites.

You like Chinese food?
I love it.

You know, I grew up down the street from
the only Chinese restaurant in Olathe.

Olathe?

Kansas? You're from Kansas?

Yeah.

Me and Dorothy and Toto, too.

Yeah, I was the skinniest, buck-toothed
kid from the wrong side of the tracks

until I hit about
fifteen or so, and then...

Then, guys wanted to do things
for me, buy things for me.

Yeah, I can imagine.

Uh, you didn't meet,
uh, Joe in Olathe?

No, Kansas City.

You see, I was a cocktail
waitress at a private club.

One night, these two city officials
came in, they were drunk.

They started hassling me, and Joe shows
up, like, right out of the blue.

And he threatened to bust their
heads open and then get them fired.

'Cause you know what, he had
the mayor's home phone number.

I couldn't believe it.

Your knight in
shining armor, huh?

Yeah, I guess so.

You like oranges?

Uh-huh.

I love oranges.

I'm gonna grab us a couple.

Let me see.

You know, I don't know why they have
to put the good ones on the bottom.

No!

You can't fool around on
a surveillance mission.

If you draw attention to yourself,
the whole assignment is over,

understand?

Sixty-two dollars worth
of bruised oranges.

Oh, iust put it on
your expense report.

Joe expects me to
do things like this.

I'm always wrecking cars,
I drop vases, spill oranges.

It's not iust that, Rita.
We blew our surveillance.

Bixby's long gone.

All we can do now is go back and hang
around his hotel till he shows up.

There he is! What?

No kidding.

This must be our lucky day.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! He's hit! He's dead!

No, he's not. This is his scam.
Come on.

Are you trying to say
he did that on purpose?

Yeah! He picks out
an expensive car,

he does a stuntman's
roll over the hood,

and he'll sue the driver blind.

He's hurt. Don't
worry, he's fine.

He's dead.

Somebody call the police.

Oh.

Uh, come on, let's
go back to the car.

No, no. I got to get
used to stuff like this.

We got a iob to do. What job?

We got to search
that body for clues.

Rita...

You know, like...
Like a matchbook,

or a little piece of paper
with a phone number on it,

or a little black book,
you know, clues.

Rita, this is a major felony.
The police are coming.

How could anybody
possibly search this body

for clues in front of
all these witnesses?

Chester! Oh, baby!

Chester! Oh, my God,
Chester, baby!

Excuse me, uh,
I'm a friend of the family.

No, that's okay,
Phoebe, come on.

Come on, Phoebe.
No, it's all right.

It's fine, come on.
Come on. No, don't do that.

Come on, have a good cry,
that's all right, there we go.

What are you doing and what did
you take out of his pocket?

Pretty slick, huh?

No, you're tampering
with evidence.

You're gonna get
us both arrested.

Okay, fine. I'll put it back.

No, wait. Never mind. Let's go.

Right, it's the
Sunset Harbor Club.

No, we're going to your hotel.

Now, listen, Rita, the case is over,
it's lying back there on the road.

But he just got murdered, or
manslaughtered or something.

Well, uh, that's
a police matter.

I was hired to stop him from filing
a false lawsuit. That's all.

I cannot believe that a hot shot P.l.
like you is gonna wimp out on me.

I'm not wimping out.

I'm behaving like a professional
private investigator.

If you wanna quit, fine, quit.

I will continue the
investigation on my own.

Taxi!

Rita.

You're being silly about this.

I'm not gonna run after you.

I mean it!

Enthus�asm can be
a very attract�ve qual�ty.

But R�ta had too
much of a good th�ng.

She rem�nded me of M�nn�e
M�noso play�ng baseball.

Once wh�le try�ng to
make a d�v�ng catch,

he sl�d head f�rst �nto the outf�eld
wall and fractured h�s skull.

But not that R�ta was �n
any k�nd of phys�cal danger.

The chances of her
mak�ng any contact

w�th authent�c cr�m�nal types
were m�croscop�c, �nf�n�tes�mal.

You came! I knew it, I knew you
wouldn't desert me, I knew it.

Shh. Okay, now remember, I'm
just doing this to humor you.

A professional private
investigator would never

waste his time on a long
shot like this, here.

What's this?

That's the surveillance
photos of Bixby.

I mean, if you're gonna ask
questions about somebody,

you got to learn to do it right.
No half measures.

I'll remember that.

Welcome, what can I get you?

Uh, Old Dusseldorf
in a long neck.

Coming right up.

Say, you've brightened up this young lady.
What's your secret?

It's simple. We're on
our honeymoon!

No wonder. Congratulations.
This round's on me.

Say, you're a lucky guy
to grab a looker like this.

Bet she can cook, too.

Oh, she's full of surprises.

What are you doing?

Look, this may be the only time in
my life I get to go under cover.

I want to play a role.

Besides,

is being married to
me so unbelievable?

No, no. Never mind.

Just take this photo, uh...

This one of Bixby, and ask
if anybody recognizes him.

And remember, never lie unless
you absolutely have to.

Never lie.

Cheers. Hi.

My cousin lives
in the neighborhood.

I hear he comes in here a lot. His name's
Chester or Chet. You recognize him?

He doesn't look familiar.

, Hmm, well

I guess I got my
neighborhoods confused.

Two Mai Tais
and a scotch and soda.

Like I said, a complete
waste of time.

Yes, this is definitely the guy.

Four nights ago,
he fell in the men's room,

claimed there was dried
soap on the floor.

Said he was gonna sue,
made a big fuss.

And the employees
here now saw that?

Most of them. I'll tell
you something else,

that guy was lying.

When I scrub a floor, there's
no damn soap left on it!

No, I'm sure there's not.
Thanks a lot, uh...

Martha.

So long shots
sometimes do pay off.

Well, that's unbelievable.

It's completely unbelievable.

Of course, all it
really proves is that.

Bixby's trying to pull a scam
on other people here in Hawaii.

But it would definitely
help our case.

If we had a case,
which we don't.

We're making up a neW One.

Why are all these people lying
about recognizing Bixby?

Maybe the owner told everybody to
shut up because of the lawsuit.

No, no. Uh-uh.

I'm not getting sucked into this.
Come on, let's go.

Come on. No way.

Martha.

One more question.
Who owns this place?

Officially, a company
called CBE Enterprises.

But the rumor is...

A boxer?

No, a mobster.

We're awfully late,
R�ta, and from what I've seen,

I'd bet Joe has
a real Ir�sh temper.

Yeah, but I can handle him.

I'm just saying that you should be
prepared for the possibility that

Joe might, well...
Who knows what he might do?

Don't be silly. All I have to do is be
perky. Joe loves it when I am perky.

Where the hell have you been?

Joe, I had the best time.

And I had dinner reservations
45 minutes ago! I'm starving!

I'm sorry, Joe.

Look, I took Rita to the other
side of the island, and

we got involved. In something.

A crime, Joe! There was this
crook, got hit by a car,

I found a clue, and then I found
a witness, there were police...

Clam up, will you? I don't
care about none of that.

I care about your being
here when I say so.

Or I ain't footing
the bill for this.

I understand, Joe,

and you're right, but it's
my fault Rita's late.

She drove you nuts, huh?

What'd she do?
Blow the whole case?

No, I didn't.

Nobody's talking to you. Can't you see
the guy's begging to be rid of you?

Now, wait a minute,
Joe, that's not strictly true.

Rita was very helpful.

Call it luck, call it
good fortune, but, uh...

The point is she had a knack for
making the right move today.

Wait, wait a minute.

Are you saying you want her
to stay on the case with you?

Well, yes, I do.

Not that it's gonna be
as easy as it was today, Rita.

Don't worry, coach.

When you're hot, you're hot.

Are you saying you've been squiring
this young woman around town

instead of working on my case?

Your case?

Your case, Higgins?
Not Robin Masters' case?

What're you writing there?

Stop trying to distract me
from your malfeasance.

You can't be doing a proper investigative
job if you're entertaining some woman.

Oh, but I can, Higgins.
In fact, your case is settled.

Now, isn't this the next great
Robin Masters masterpiece?

What do you mean the case is settled?
Already?

Absolutely. I can guarantee you

that Chester Bixby will not pursue his
lawsuit against you or the estate.

Why not?

He's dead. He was run over
by a car this morning.

Well, Magnum, I must say, while
I appreciate your enthusiasm,

having him sign a release would
have been quite sufficient.

Ha.

That's a lot of garbage.

Ten square miles of it. And
I've hovered over every inch.

Talk about smell.

Hey. How high up can
you smell it?

What? 1,OOO feet? 5,OOO feet?

What difference does that make?

Well, you know, guys bet
on weird things sometimes.

A little inside info can't hurt.

So, what do you think
about Joe Hatten, T.C.?

He's okay.

Kind of a loudmouth, likes to
talk about how much he's made

and how well-connected
he is on the mainland.

But I think you're having a much better
time with his young lady friend.

Let me guess,
she's gorgeous, right?

And friendly. Whoo!

All right, now,
hold it right there.

Rita is a client. We have a
purely professional relationship.

Kind of like a
doctor and a patient.

Right.

"Come into my office, my dear, and
disrobe, and we'll discuss the case."

That is...
That is not what I meant.

I mean, she's a sweet girl but she's
a little too intense for my taste.

You know, I had to lie about having
an emergency dental appointment

just to get this little break.

Oh, I'd better go if I want
to get in a round of golf.

Besides, Joe might want
to go up this afternoon.

See you. All right.

That's not fair, Rick. A client's a client.
Period. so...

Could you... l need...

Go ahead. No, no,
no, you go first.

All right.

Look, Thomas, I need a favor, but you got
to promise me it's gonna be a secret.

And what's the problem?

Bugs.

I found one the size of a St. Bernard
crawling across my face this morning.

Yeah?

Thomas, do you remember when you borrowed
that fumigation equipment to go undercover?

You knew what you were
doing with that stuff, right?

Well, sure, but why don't you just
hire a professional exterminator?

What, are you kidding? Don't
you know what those guys do?

They come in your house and they spray
a bunch of phony insecticide around,

then they plant a whole bunch
of new bugs all over the place.

Rick, why would they do that?

Because they tell you
you have infestation

and that it's gonna take years
of treatment to get rid of it

and mucho loot.

Come on, admit it, it's not
the money, it's the bugs!

Well, uh, either way,
I mean... Hey, look,

you're the only one I trust. You
got to do this for me, Thomas.

Oh, boy.

That's a pretty
messy job, and I'm...

Oh, boy, I'm really
very busy. I got it.

I might be able to squeeze it in if you could
check out a company named CBE Enterprises.

I'm taking off like a toupee in a
hurricane. How soon can you spray?

How about later today?

Oh, looks like you
got them here, too, look!

Thomas!

Do you really think the Sunset
Harbor Club is owned by mobsters?

Well, Martha thinks so, and Rick
should be able to tell us for sure.

Trust me.

Don't you think approaching him
like this is a little weird?

No. It'll be great.
He'll love it.

See, Rick is really
afraid of bugs,

and everybody knows that
fear makes things funnier.

You just wait.

This'll be a scream.

Come on, Rick, where'd you go?

Oh, my God! What?

I iust realized why he's
not answering the door.

The mobsters must've found
out we were onto them,

and they came here to shut Rick up.
He's dead!

That's ridiculous.

He's probably out by the pool.

Yeah?

You said Bixby was alive, too.

I'm telling you, Rita,
he's not dead!

Rick!

Rick!

Hey, hey, what's going on?
Get away from me!

Help! Jeez! What?

Rick, Rick, it's me, Thomas!

What are you? Some kind of nut?
What're you trying to do, Thomas?

Save your life! You idiot!

It was just meant to be a little
joke, that's all. It snowballed.

I told him it was weird.

Weird, huh?

Sick is more like it.

Oh, sure.

But it's perfectly normal to float
face down in a swimming pool.

I had a date last
night, damn it!

We went for a moonlight swim, and she
lost a charm off of her necklace,

and I was trying
to find it, okay?

Fine, fine.

A moonlight swim, see,
that's really romantic.

Did you go skinny dipping?

What about CBE Enterprises?

Why should I tell you
anything that I learned?

Rick, Thomas iumped in
to save you because he cared.

Yeah.

Well, your source was right.

The real owner of CBE and the
Sunset Harbor Club is Serge Burgos.

Serge Burgos?

Wait a minute, is this a
payback for the bug mask?

Hey, Thomas, I don't kid around
about members of organized crime.

And all my sources
gave me the same advice.

Stay away from this guy because he
kills people for the fun of it.

So, what's next?

I think it's very unprofessional of
you to stop our investigation early.

Rita, you heard what Rick said,

Serge Burgos is a career
criminal, a mobster.

See, that's all the more reason
that he should be caught.

Well, not by us.
By the police, maybe.

What are we gonna tell them? We don't even
know why Burgos killed Chester Bixby.

Yes, we do. We do, maybe.

I think Burgos is using the Sunset Harbor
Club for some sort of illegal activity,

drug distribution, probably, and that's why
he doesn't want to reveal his ownership.

What's this have
to do with Bixby?

Bixby took the phony fall at the club.
He threatened to sue.

The courts would've found out
that Burgos was the owner,

SO...

So he killed him for that?

Because he happened to pull his
little scam in the wrong men's room?

Gee, this guy plays rough.

That's what I've been
trying to tell you.

It's over.

End of lesson.

Okay, okay, okay.

Would you iust do
one more favor for me?

What, Rita?

Tell me the truth, Thomas.

You're not really
giving up on this case,

you're just saying
that to get rid of me.

That's not true.

I mean, these last two days have
been the most thrilling of my life.

And it's not iust because
of the detective work.

It's because of being with you.

Well, that's nice of you...

Rita!

What the hell is this?

Joe, it's not what
it looks like.

Oh, it's not?

Well, it looks like you're
trying to inhale my fianc�.

Oh, please, Joe, please,
it was just a little kiss.

Don't make a federal case...

I'll make any damn
thing I want out of it!

I know a lot of big people
in this town, Magnum.

People who could give
you major problems.

And of course,
there's Bart here.

There's nothing going
on between Rita and me.

You got that right,
'cause you're out of here.

You're fired.

Joe, no! No that... It's okay.

It's really the best
solution, believe me.

Thomas... I'm sorry, Joe.

Bye, Rita.

I know what you're th�nk�ng.

If I had planned just to tell the pol�ce
my susp�c�ons and forget about th�s case,

why was I wast�ng the day watch�ng
Serge Burgos cult�vate sk�n cancer?

I'll tell you why.

Don Wagner.

When I was th�rteen years old, I played
Don Wagner �n the c�ty tenn�s tournament.

He took pr�vate lessons
at the country club,

and I just p�cked up
the game �n the park.

He made fun of my ground strokes

wh�le we were warm�ng up, and
I knew I had to beat h�m.

So, I ran and d�ved and deked and made
�mposs�bly lucky shots unt�l I won.

Last n�ght I real�zed I'd become the
Don Wagner of pr�vate �nvest�gators.

Smug, complacent.

R�ta was runn�ng and d�v�ng

and mak�ng �mposs�bly lucky
connect�ons to bu�ld th�s case.

I needed to get back
on her s�de of the net,

to try to close
out the set for her.

Of course, the �deal th�ng would be to
connect Burgos to the h�t-and-run car,

but I knew that was
pretty fa_etched.

So, I was probably wast�ng
my t�me on a long shot,

but R�ta deserved a couple
of days of my t�me.

Bes�des, her long
shots usually h�t.

Rick!

What are you doing here?

You're gonna owe me two more
fumigations for this little favor.

What?

What do you think, it's easy to
get good body mike equipment

at such short notice?

Body mike?

Very smart of you to have
Rita talk me into it.

At least you could have told me that her
boyfriend was that mobster's buddy.

Thomas, I might have said
something in front of her.

Joe and Burgos are friends?

I know that now.

But I'm not so sure I should have let her
wear that wire to dinner with Burgos.

She's wearing a wire? Right now?

I do nice work, I mean...

Of all the stupid... You
should have asked me first!

Well, you might have
said you're welcome!

There's one major drawback
to runn�ng and d�v�ng

and go�ng full t�lt at
a cr�m�nal �nvest�gat�on.

Somet�mes the thr�ll
of the chase

leads to a reckless d�sregard
for your own welfare.

Partly because of me,

R�ta was cross�ng that l�ne.

Here's our table,
r�ght over here.

Hold it, Joe.
Where's your couth?

It's supposed to be
boy-girl-boy-girl.

And th�s c�ty
counc�lman was cruc�fy�ng me

because he sa�d my trucks made too
much no�se �n the early morn�ng.

So, what did you do?

That night I dumped six
truckloads on his front lawn,

and he slept through
it like a baby.

Joe, I want to hear everyth�ng Mr.
Burgos has to say.

Joe tells me you own
some real estate, Mr. Burgos.

Do you own any nightclubs?

No.

Shopping centers, mainly.

Why do you ask?

Oh, no reason. I like nightclubs.
I think they're fun.

Hey!

No, excuse me, EXCUSE Me.

What're you doing here?

I don't mean to
interrupt your dinner,

I iust need to speak
to Rita for just a minute.

About what?

About that surprise that
I was arranging for Joe.

Oh, that. Well, um,
I cancelled that.

I thought of something else.

Uh, that's not a very
wise decision, Rita.

You heard her,
Magnum, clear out.

I really think you
should reconsider, Rita.

All right, uh,
you've had your say.

Please leave quietly,
or I'll have you removed.

What's his story?

Name's Magnum. Just some bozo P.l.
I hired to entertain Rita.

That's private investigator.

A P.l, huh?

You sure that was a good idea?

I'm sure it was a terrible idea.

He takes her on this
simple little tail job,

and the guy they're shadowing gets
run down at some shopping center.

Yeah, poor old Mr. Johnson,
and 84 years old.

What're you babbling about?
He was younger than that.

Name was Pixley or Benchley,
something like that.

You know, I iust realized
I do have to talk to Thomas.

Like hell you do!

Joe, let go of me
or I'll drown you.

You're a real bimbo,
you know that?

Thomas, Joe told Burgos
about the case!

I heard. Let's go!

They have to be taken care of.
Both of them.

Hey, it's out of my hands!

This is great!

Well, come on, let's shoot back.
Where's your gun?

Where's yours?

Yeah, right. A concealed weapon in
this dress? You've got to be kidding!

Where is it?

At the Estate.

No gun?

A detective with no gun?

It's private investigator!

Come on, find them! Find them!

Rita!

Rita! Jump!

I ain't talking to you, Joe Hatten,
till you take back calling me a bimbo.

He didn't mean it!

Rita, jump!

All right, I'm sorry I called you a bimbo.
Jump, damn it!

Oh, that truck's
full of garbage.

Rita, they got guns.

Let's go!

Go!

It's the same song
whenever I come to a new c�ty.

There's always
a guy like Burgos.

I have to wine and dine him,
and then pay him off

so I don't have trouble with
my equipment or the unions.

It's outrageous to have
to deal with such men.

Hey, that's the business.

But I did sort of enioy seeing
Burgos draw some hard time.

You know, Higgins, Magnum's got
himself one sweet layout here.

You must enioy working for him.

It's an experience.

As you can see, Mr. Magnum
takes an inordinate

pride in his dedication
to the horticultural arts.

Yeah.

J If he ever wants to sell this'd
make a hell of a landfill.

I think not.

You know, Thomas,
before all this,

the biggest accomplishment in my
life was carrying a tray of drinks

across a bar while being propositioned
once and pinched three times.

I wasn't half bad with this
detective stuff, was I?

Oh, you were much
better than that.

All you needed was

a little push.

I'm not gonna forget that.

I'm not gonna forget any of it.

You know, Thomas, you're the first
guy I ever met who treated me nice

and didn't ask for
anything in return.

Thank you.

Rita!

What do you think you're doing?

Oh, Joe, I'm sorry.
It was just that I felt...

Joe, you're treating me like a child again.
I'm a person.

I'm an adult human being.

Now, you want me
to stay with you,

you start treating
me like an adult.

Otherwise, I'm coming back here and I'm
gonna become partners with Thomas.

She's right, Joe.

We made quite a team.
Rita's got great potential.

Don't give me that. Do I
look stupid or something?

This next case should
be a good one, Rita.

It seems our client
believes a famous author

is having all his books
ghost-written by a family servant.