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Any idea why he didn't stick around to
take care of you? - No one knew | was in LA.

As long as | am anywhere
near you my life is in extreme danger.

| wouldn't go that far.

My god.

Sushiman? - No.

Do you have trouble getting car insurance?

Two hopeless romantics,
without a picket fence between us?

Would you like a picket fence?

One of the first things my grandfather taught
me was about the American dream.

To some folks it's staying at home,
watching the grandchildren grow up.

To others it's traveling to exotic, faraway lands.

To some it's owning fancy cars and big houses.
But one thing was for certain.

Whatever their version of the American dream,

a lot of people were willing to go to great
lengths to get it.

Hey!

All right, we're in business!
We did it, man.

All right, yeah.
- You never said we were gonna go steal a car.

What did you think? - You said
we were gonna go pick one up for your uncle.

| didn't mean a real uncle.
You gonna help us or what?

You lied to me, Ray. - Cut it out, man.

Come on. Take it easy.

I'm getting out of here.
- Nobody held a gun to your head.

My own definition of the American
dream changed a lot over the years.

First there was
playing baseball for the Detroit Tigers.

By the time | left for Vietnam,
it changed to a wife, a house, and a family,

and | knew that's what life had in store for me,

because everybody was supposed to
get their version of the American dream.

Great meeting you, but... - Are you
coming to the club tonight? - | don't know.

You said you didn't
have anything to do. - That isn't what | said.

You said you
were gonna go to the hotel and watch TV.

The flight to LA is a long flight. I've got all
this business to take care of tomorrow, and...

| don't know. - But nothing absolutely,
positively urgent tonight? - No, nothing urgent.

You're going to miss a great
opportunity for a truly spontaneous good time.

| bet you're the kind of guy who could
never say, "What the hell." - | do. Sometimes.

You can miss out on a lot in life
unless you're willing to say, "What the hell."

Little old for you, isn't he? - Yeah.

Yeah, he's probably 40 if he's a day.

That's my suitcase. Could you get that? - Yeah.

Thanks. My mom got
this for me the first time | came to LA

to make the big time.

Last chance, say yes.
- A truly spontaneous good time?

We'll grab a cab.
That way you won't get lost. Come on.

How was the flight, Mr. Peters? - Fine.

I'm gonna have to owe you for my cab fare
because | don't get payed until tomorrow.

| have a rental car. It's Diamond...
- Great. - Excuse me...

Diamond Car Rental. - Let's go.

One, two, three.
- Tigers! - All right! Let's go.

Hey, Kenny, where's Ray?

| don't know. - You don't know?
You guys go everywhere together.

Mark. Get out there and take
Ray's place. - Let's do, Mark. - Let's go, buddy.

Kenny,
| want to talk to you after the game.

Play ball!

Higgins, this is great.
We did $325 just in gate receipts alone.

I'm sure
the Anglo-Hawaiian Home for Incorrigible Boys

will be most gratified.
- | know | said that we'd make a killing,

but you gotta admit one thing.

Has Ray been getting free
candy bars again? - Who? - Ray Kalama.

He's my best hitter. He plays third base.

He's... 5'7", dark wavy hair.

Yes. He's the one who made off with
our entire allotment of jujubes last year.

He was having a rough time.
He's doing better this year.

| haven't seen him. - They're not
gonna be happy at the halfway house,

if he doesn't show up.
- He'll be here. - Foul ball! Strike two!

Let's go! - I'll go back to my seat.
Too bad you gotta fill in for Thomas.

You're gonna miss the whole game.
- | suppose when Mr. Masters calls,

we must all sacrifice. - Where did
Thomas go, anyway? - Hot dogs. Peanuts.

Get your red-hots here. - Bali?
- Hotdogs. Peanuts. - Morocco? France?

Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Marti Jensen!

Thank you.

Don't you just love nighttime?
| was born a night person.

| was born at midnight, and |
naturally thought, that's when the day began.

So there | was, five.
| was already a nighttime junkie,

and | used to sneak
down the stairs to the basement

where my dad had this
portable TV, and watch Night Owl Theater.

So | was sitting three inches away from the
television screen to keep the sound down low

when | saw the movie
that probably changed my life.

Hookers in Hell!

Lila, why do you always give her the 8:15 slot?

Because she makes me laugh.

You saw it, too!
Well, for those of you who didn't,

Hookers in Hell
is an opera about a psychopathic killer

who hunts down all the hookers in Hollywood

and stabs them to death.

It's kind of like a comedy.

And it goes something like this.

The hookers. Hooker one.

Where are you going?

Look out behind you They're coming after us

What do we do now?

| don't know. But | have a funny feeling

We're in trouble!

Don't you ever get
scared up there? - Who? Me? Never.

Being alone on the road...
it's the only time | feel really truly alive.

You ought to try it some times. - Not a chance.
Thanks for the tip on the pizza, though.

This night is expanding,
isn't it? - Something like that.

What a week. | win this trip to Hawaii,

and then Lila gives me the 8:15 spot,

and then you come
around and buy me a deluxe

combination
kitchen-sink pizza from Signorelli's.

My life is complete.

Well.

Oh, boy. Where do you get your energy?

| better take you home. No, that's okay.

| mean, you could...
It's a long drive, and you're tired.

I'm not that tired. - | meant
with the time zone change and all.

It's 3 hours earlier in Hawaii. - Right.

Wait.

Couldn't | just stay here?
| could sleep on your sofa.

| hate to go home
alone by myself late at night.

I'll stay right here
on your sofa. And... | don't snore.

Well, not very loud, anyway.

Please? | know when you get older
you need your own space and things.

I'm not that old.
I'll get you a blanket. - You mean it?

All right.

You take the bedroom
and I'm gonna sleep on the couch.

You're gonna give me the bed?
- It's the least | can do. | had a...

truly spontaneous good time. - Thanks.

Sleep tight.

Look out behind you

Marti?

Marti?

Marti?

Marti?

Marti.

| had an idea that Marti's version of the
American dream included fame and fortune.

| wondered
why the turn in the road had brought her here.

Where's the P.I. that
called this in? - Private investigator.

Thomas Magnum. - Detective McKee.

Did you get a make on the guy
that did this? - The perpetrator escaped

before the witness could get a good look.

Any idea why he didn't stick around to take
care of you? - If you mean, was he after me?

No one even knew | was in LA.
- | got a full report while we were waiting.

| came in. | heard a noise outside,
| ran to the window, | saw this car pulling away.

It's in the report.
- That's all you got? - That's all. - Okay.

Be sure to let us know where you are,
in case we need to get in touch with you.

Any sign of struggle?
- There were no shells. It's probably a revolver.

Why don't you find yourself another
hotel room? We're about to seal this one off.

Skin, hair? Anything like that? - No, sir.

What are you doing to find him?
- You're assuming he's still alive.

What do you assume?
- He hasn't been seen since the shooting.

That's not a good sign.
- What would he be doing here?

| Know you're close to these kids.
- But he isn't into that kind of stuff. Not Kenny.

You never know.
Your father deserts you when you're a baby...

A lot of kids come from broken homes.
That doesn't mean

they get
involved with stuff like this. - Okay.

So what are you doing to find him?

The only trail we have
is a rival chop shop gang.

You think they'd use
murder as a warning. - That's all we have.

The administrator of the halfway
house said Kenny would come to you.

| don't hold out much hope.
But if you should hear from him...

I'm not gonna wait for him to find me. - T.C.,

these guys knew what they were doing.
Missing Persons got an APB out,

but my gut feeling is
we won't ever see Kenny or the shooters again.

| think we will.

And cut! It's looking real good, guys.

John, did we get that? - A thing of beauty, boss.

That's a print! Let's move on, boys.
- You heard him, boys. Next setup, please.

Let's move. Atmosphere, over by the van.

| said atmosphere over by the van.
- No, I'm not. I'm looking for a friend.

Try the Phone. You know how you extras are.

Cindy Farrell. Her office said I'd find her here.
- Then you're not one of the extras? - No.

Ralph, where are my extras? - Right away.

Why do you want to see our lawyer?

To tell you the truth,
Cindy and | were high school sweethearts,

and we kind of lost
track of each other over the years.

| got this business trip to LA. And | thought...

| Know this sounds corny,
but | just wanted to say hi.

See how she was doing... Okay.
- What was your name again?

Howard Wescott. - Okay.
Why don't you wait right there. - Thank you.

Hi. - Hello.

You are Cynthia Farrell, aren't you? - Yes.

| think this belongs to you.
- Damn it! How did you know about Howard?

Professional secret.
- | manage to elude 4 process servers,

and they send you in
with a story about Howard Wescott.

Thank you, Miss Farrell.

I'm not gonna take this lying down.
| intend to fight. - That's entirely up to you.

All the way. And believe me,
playboy, jet-setter Robin Masters

is gonna come out on
the losing side, not just in the courts

in the press, in the hearts and minds
of Americans everywhere. - Hearts and minds?

When they find out that multimillionaire
Robin Masters is trying to put this small,

struggling movie company...
- They stole his book! - That's his opinion.

And anybody else's who can read.

Don't you dare get patronizing with me,
you conniving, double-talking civil servant!

Civil servant?
- Yeah! - I'm not a civil servant, lady.

| just deliver the papers.
You behave like some 3-year-old that...

Hysterical?
Don't you dare call me hys... terical.

Hey, come on. We're having a fight here.

Oh.

Is something wrong?

No. It's...

smog.

You were accusing me of being hysterical.

It kind of runs in the family.

It was a dirty trick,
pretending to be... - Howard.

Howard. - Yeah.

Well.

Goodbye.

| Knew | should have
stayed home today. - | already checked there.

That's what | meant.

Please fasten your seat belt.

Your door is ajar.

Please check to see,
if all the doors are locked.

Where is the horn?

Your windshield wiper fluid is low.

Just tell me where the horn is.

Can't believe I'm talking to a car.

I'd always thought of LA as the city of dreams.

The place you go
when you want your fantasies to come true.

Apparently 10 million other people
agreed with me. Some of those dreams

must have come true, but | couldn't
help but notice that too many others

had been buried beneath
the smog and the congested freeways

of a city that had sprawled out of control.

| didn't know if Marti's dreams had come true.

And maybe that's why | couldn't just walk away.

| hardly knew her, but | couldn't let her
become just another forgotten case

in an overworked police detective's file.

Goodbye. - Bye, man.

Please fasten your seatbelt.

Your trunk is open.

Your hood latch is undone.

Your door is ajar.

Your door is ajar. Your door is...

Heroes Of The Wild West

There were a lot of things working against me.

| didn't know the city or how to get around in it.

| didn't know anyone to turn to for help.
| didn't like the noise, the congestion,

the underling current of tension.

There was one
thing working for me. Nobody knew me

and nobody
would know | was working on the case.

There was something
about Marti's place that felt familiar,

although | couldn't quite put my finger on it.

Maybe it was the palm trees
or the fancy car in the driveway.

Something made
me feel like I'd been here before.

Don't look at the dogs, work the lock.

Work the lock.
Don't look at the dogs. You looked at the dogs.

It didn't take a world-class private
to figure out what was going on.

It was pretty obvious that
Marti was living in the estate's guest house,

sponging off some good-natured millionaire,

while she tried to decide
which direction her life was taking.

But then, I've never been one
to judge how anyone else lived their life.

The important thing was
I'd found where Marti was living,

and | was hoping that something there
would point me in the direction of her killer.

But for some reason the direction
kept turning toward a friend of hers.

A friend who had already died.

Keep your hands where | can see them.

Who the hell are you?
And what are you doing in my house?

Hi, Lila. You don't know me...
- Don't move. You're under arrest.

This better be good.
What the hell were you doing in her house?

| just thought it was kind of strange
that some friend of Marti's, also a comic,

also an employee of the Comedy
Hangout, just happens to die 2 weeks ago.

Don't you think
there might be a connection there?

That kid was whacked out of his mind.

The only connection is that your girlfriend
was his dealer... - She's not my girlfriend.

Whatever. - | don't think
she's anybody's dealer. She's not the type.

Not the type.

Let me clue you in on something here, okay?

We got a drug problem in this city.

We got guys selling coke to
junior high school kids off of ice-cream trucks.

| picked up a 19-year-old girl last week
who knifed somebody over $100 worth of crack.

Where you think she lived?
- | don't like drugs any more than you do.

Where do you think she lived?

Beverly Hills.

You think that's an isolated case?

Marti Jensen ripped off
somebody, and they're sending a message.

It's that simple. Over, done with, and
on to the next party. - How do you know that?

Did you find any drugs on her? In her place?

You got a better idea?

If that's all it was, drugs,
why are they following me?

Who's following you?
- | don't know. There was this guy at the airport.

Marti was kind of watching him. He was a
good- looking guy. | didn't think anything of it.

But he got in this blue Town Car,
and today on my way to Marti's, | saw

what could have been the same blue Town Car

You got a description
of this guy? - He was about 40,

6'1", 6'2", 180,
athletic build. He had light brown hair.

There was just
something real distinctive about him.

That's him. Who is he?

Anton Peters.
We think he's a major drug supplier,

but vice has never
been able to get anything on him.

If we could
somehow connect him with Marti's death...

| want you to go to a safe house.

I've got a couple of things to do,
and then I'll meet you there.

| can find my
own place to stay. Thanks anyway.

| have a real lousy bedside manner.

I'd like to think it's 'cause of the job,

but the truth is,
I'd be as big a jerk if | was a pediatrician.

I'm sorry. - No, don't apologize.

| can see why
you wouldn't want to do anything that | say,

but I'm asking you,
please take this address and go there.

I'm going after Peters and | need your help.

And the last thing
I'd wanna do is come I.D. you in the morgue.

It's my house. You'll be safe there.

Together maybe we can
get the guy who killed Marti Jensen.

There's something
about being in the other team's home town

that can throw you off your game just a bit.

| knew if | were in Hawaii there
were some questions I'd have asked McKee

before | left him. Like why he hadn't
bothered going over to the Comedy Hangout

to look for any clues?
Like why had | beat him to Marti's house?

And why was he suddenly
so interested in having my help in the case?

Come on. Let's get out of here!

Sushiman? - No.

No?

There is nothing
like a hot Jacuzzi in a spring rain.

It makes your body tingle all over.

You know, what | mean?

Sushiman?

| didn't know where else to go.

Earlier tonight, the peaceful quiet of this
Margate neighborhood erupted in violence.

Witnesses say that around 9:15 the sound
of automatic gunfire was heard emanating

from this house.

That should take care of any infection.

It's great, you taking me in like this.

But | could be putting you in danger.
| don't think it's fair for me to stay here.

| never said you could.

I'm standing outside the home
of Los Angeles police detective Sam McKee,

where 2 armed gunmen went on
a shooting spree approximately 3 hours ago.

This rental car,
photographed shortly after the incident,

was apparently the only casualty.
The driver is still unaccounted for,

and police are
withholding his identity at this time.

Happy birthday.

Sorry I'm late.

What makes you think you're late?

Because | always am.

Just go ahead, open it.

A card.
"To Bill, love always, Squeakie." - Give me that!

"Squeakie"?

It's someone else.

Just see if it fits.
- You shouldn't have. Look at this.

That's great. Wait a minute.

The sleeves are gonna be a little bit short.

Real men roll up there sleeves.

We asked
the witness exactly what happened.

| was sitting in the Jacuzzi,

waiting for Josh. And this terrifying man

came crashing
in the backyard. And he rushed right at me.

| was so scared, | couldn't even
scream for help. | just closed my eyes

and prayed, that he wouldn't kill me or worse.

Oh. No.

You don't think that... - No, | don't.
- | mean, you don't hardly know me.

But | guess your just gonna have to trust me.

Right.

In connection with that case, we have
just learned that Detective Sam McKee

was found murdered this evening. Shot to
death in his car in his precinct parking lot,

shortly after the shootout at his Margate home.

Police investigators are claiming McKee's
death and the earlier shootout are unrelated.

No. Damn it. - What?

Never assume there on your side,
just 'cause they're wearing the right uniform.

What are you doing? - | should
have known better, they'll find me here.

Why, were you followed? - No.
- How can they know where you are?

Only one person knows,
| was delivering papers to you.

| want to make sure, he doesn't tell anybody.

King Kamehameha Club.

Where have you been? You were
supposed to check in 24 hours ago.

| talked to most of his friends.
I've searched a 10 block radius

starting from the garage.
He's got to be out there somewhere.

It's as if you vanished into thin air.

We could talk to the owner of the car.

What about the papers?
- Fake. Registrations, everything.

Obviously, it was more to this than
just a shipping of a family car.

Demolished?
- The police searched every inch of it.

They didn't find anything. - My god.

Maybe what they are looking
for has already been taken out of the car.

You must talk to the police. - Yeah.

They may not have searched the garage.
Why would they?

Especially if this involves drug trafficking.

I'm gonna talk to Lieutenant Tanaka.

I'm going with you. - Magnum?

There is no point in being a hero.

Good Night.

You have reason to
believe these kids were involved in drugs?

I'm saying that maybe they stole the wrong car.

Got into something
they didn't even know was going on.

If there were drugs in this car, whoever
came after them would have found them.

Maybe not.

| don't think this is cleanser.

Cocaine, Lieutenant? - Looks like
somebody tried to get rid of it in a hurry.

You think Kenny knew about this?

No, but the guys that are
looking for it probably think he did.

We can't assume they're still looking
for him. - He's a witness to 2 murders,

and he can still ID them. There's no way
they're gonna let him live. Where is that kid?

Warehouse

Do you think,
they're gonna figure out where you are?

Do you have a gun? - No.

God, no.
| wouldn't even know where to get one.

It's the coffee. - Yeah.

Thank you.

Suppose Marti followed the drug flow to Hawaii.

That's a giant assumption,
| know, but we could assume

that she was following Peters.
And it's possible that all the bits and pieces

that she put together are related.
So, a kid commits suicide, maybe,

and Marti shows up in Hawaii. So does Peters.

But where does Lila fit in?
And what about Jesse Hermano?

Why is she carrying
his picture around? - What am | doing?

What the hell am | doing?

There are a bunch
of lunatics out there trying to kill you,

and we're acting like it's just another
Saturday night. - What else can we do?

Call the police. - | tried that. - Try again.

| Know this cop. His name is Frank Danton.
| met him when | was working in the DA's office,

my last year in law school.
| could just call him first thing in the morning.

Do you really want this coffee? - No.

Me neither.

Excuse me.

| need to borrow your car. - Now?

You won't reconsider the police?

Guess we'll just have to do
it your way, then. - What are you doing?

Driving. - | can't let you do that. It's not safe.

Do you think that I'm gonna trust you to drive
my car? | saw what you did to that last car.

You're not coming
with me. That's absolutely final.

So whatever happened to old Howard?

He left college early
to go join a mission in Guatemala.

He wanted me to come with him, but
| was too afraid to go so far away from home.

So | became a dental hygienist.

It was a much safer thing to do.

And what about Bill?

Oh, there comes someone.

That's Lila.

Please don't say follow that car.

Jesse, it's Lila.

So what now?

There are two possibilities.

We could stay here,
or | could try and get a little closer

and see who she's meeting.

It would be a lot safer to wait.

Don't go anywhere.

Listen, about kissing you earlier...

I'm sorry if I...

You know, | didn't mean to.

You know, I...

| didn't mind you kissing me.

| just... | didn't Know what to do.

Oh.

Well.

| had a feeling that Lila was gonna lead
me right to the players behind the drug ring.

| suspected Anton Peters
was the man behind the iron gates.

The person | didn't expect
to see was Jesse Hermano.

Thomas.

Cynthia, no.

My God!

Get to the car. Pick me up in front of the house.
- Where are you going? - The scenic route.

Did they get
the license plate number? - It's dark.

What if they got
the license plate number? - | don't know.

They didn't kill us!

Do you think now we could call the police?

What made you decide to go to law school?

| don't know. | just woke up
one morning and | realized that | had been...

| was 28 and I'd never really been 18. - What?

| had been a dental hygienist for 8 years,

and it didn't look like Howard
was gonna come back from Guatemala

and suddenly decide to marry me.

And I'd missed everything. College. The '70s.

Being part of the "Me" generation.
Struggling to balance career and motherhood.

All the good stuff. So | wrote to Howard,

and | told him that | was quitting my job,

and that | was coming to
Guatemala to live with him. - What'd he say?

He wrote back, and he told me that
there were a few things he wanted to tell me.

And he also sent along
pictures of his wife and 6 kids.

Sounds like he'd been real busy.

It's funny, Howard never had
that much energy when | knew him.

So | cried for about 12 minutes,
and then | resolved never again to sit around

and wait for
somebody else to make my life exciting.

So you became a lawyer?
- | thought it would open up a few doors.

So far my practice has consisted mostly of
dentists | knew before | went back to school.

But putting together this movie deal
is really a big opportunity for me.

What about Bill?

There's Frank.

He got a promotion.
Undercover. - Undercover. - Yeah.

You think McKee was a dirty cop?
- | don't know if he was or not.

| only know that nobody else
knew | was going to his house.

Who else would have set up the shooting?
- Some people think maybe you did.

Think maybe Sam was onto something
and you set up the kill. - Which is why

they started shooting at Thomas.
That makes a lot of sense.

He's still walking around. Sam isn't.

Don't give me
this ridiculous blood brothers garbage.

No one is above reproach
just because they wear a badge.

I'm just telling you what | hear, that's all.
- Did you find anything on the Peters case?

Found a file. Nothing in it. - Nothing.

You wanna come
downtown, you wanna file a report...

Thanks a lot, Frank.

Wait a minute.

There is one thing.
| don't know if this guy can help you.

He used to be one of Sam's informants.

His name is Eddy.
You can find him at the Fifth Street Bar.

He's a real slime,
and | doubt if he can give you anything,

but you never can tell.

Hey, Eddy. Where you going? Slow down.
My friend and | wanna buy you a drink.

Who are you? - Sam McKee sent us.

| don't know any Sam McKee.
- Really? That's very strange.

‘Cause he knows you.

See, unfortunately, Eddy, Sam left
a little present for you at the police department.

It's a record of all
cash receipts for paid informant Eddy Renitzel.

You've been making some
pretty good money, Eddy. October 4, $50,

August 4, $50. - Wow! Here's one for $300.

He never gave me
$300 for nothing. That's a lie.

| can't talk here.
All my friends, they'd think | was a fink.

McKee never told me nothing.
- Eddy. - Honest to God. But you hear things.

What'd you hear? There was this
shipment, cocaine, coming in from the south.

| heard it was some kind of rush job,
and that McKee was running protection on it.

When was it due to arrive?
- | don't know. - Where? - | don't know!

You think you could find out?

Maybe we could talk to a few people.

Tell them what you told us.
- You're asking a lot for $50.

Okay, we'll go somewhere else. - Wait.

You don't tell anybody
where this came from. - Not a soul.

I'll see what | can do. Come back
tomorrow. You gonna be needing that bottle?

A record of cash receipts?

They don't keep
records of paid informants. - | know.

They'd never pay him $300, either.

So, where to next?
- I'm gonna drop you off at your house,

then pay a visit to Jesse Hermano.
- How are you gonna get in to see him?

I'll think of something.

Good. | don't mind tagging along. - No.

Not this time. It's too dangerous.
You're not going. Absolutely not.

Hello.

| probably shouldn't tell you this, but |
have been jogging by your house

hoping that I'd run into you. - You're kidding.

You probably think I'm terrible. - No.

You gotta do
what you gotta do to get ahead in this business.

I'm surprised | didn't see you before.

You know, I'm... | can't believe that
you would take time from your busy schedule

to talk to me about
my little movie. | really, really appreciate it.

| don't even know where to begin.
- Am | making you nervous?

No. Not at all. So...

| tell you, the hairiest one was in Jonestown.

| didn't think we were gonna get out of there
alive. Did you see the special | did on that?

Yeah.
That was really something. - Something.

Excuse me. | gotta do
something about this. I'll be right back.

Don't go away!

What's the matter with you, boy?

What's the matter with you?
You're acting like a lunatic.

Damn it!

This one has
the earliest date, so let's start here.

Oh, my God! Get that out of there!

Squeakie, | presume?
- | thought | changed that tape.

| think we have time to look at
one tape before we really get down to work.

Well, fortunately it won't be that one.

| know this is
none of my business, Squeakie,

but how come
you never gave Bill his birthday present?

| discovered | didn't like snorkeling.

Hey, florist.

No, you keep it. Hang it over there.

T.C., any luck?

I'm afraid | came up empty-handed as well.

We'll just keep looking.
He's gotta come up for air sooner or later,

and when he does, somebody'll see him.

Kenny is not dead.
We cannot start thinking like that.

No, of course not. - Give us some more of
those flyers, and we'll meet back here at 6:00.

That's a good idea.

Hey, T.C., don't you worry. We'll find him.

I'm standing in front of the
National Cathedral, where Miguel Delgado

and his family come to worship.
Critics from the Blanca Rosa regime

claim ties with Fidel Castro, and paint
this brutal picture of world-wide terrorism

and Communist takeover.
Nothing could be further from the truth.

Miguel Delgado, placed in office
by free election, may not serve

the best interest of corporate America,
but neither is he to be construed as a puppet

of Fidel Castro, a stooge of the Soviets.

He's defending Miguel Delgado.

It's not an
unpopular stance, especially for the press.

The guy's a dictator and he supports terrorists.
Just because they choose to look the other way

doesn't make it right.

Are you nervous? - No.

Old love letters from Bill?

Confetti. - Ah-ha! - For the New Year's
Eve scene where Marla breaks down

and confesses that the baby she's
carrying isn't Todd's. - You read our script.

No, | read Robin's book.

| thought you had prop men for that sort of stuff.

| told you,
we're low budget. Everybody has to chip in.

Then, give me a stack.
| can watch and tear at the same time.

All right, you get
"luminous products" through "thrift shops."

Well, ladies and gentlemen...

You're tearing up your own phone book?

The new one's due out.

Pavlovich. - Gesundheit.

No. Sergei Pavlovich. And Chetvirukin.

What's his first name?

| don't know.

Anatol Chetvirukin
and Sergei Pavlovich. - Russians.

KGB, last time | heard. So much for Jesse's
theory about Delgado not being a stooge

of the Kremlin. - Maybe he didn't
know who they were. - He knows, all right.

Take a look at this.

There, you see that light signal? - Yes. - Okay.

There it is again.

He's planning to edit out this segment.

I'd say Jesse has a big stake
in Delgado's success, wouldn't you?

Enough to doctor a tape to drum up support.

What other kind of support he's giving
Delgado? - Money? - Selling product for him?

Cocaine? Do you know how risky that is?

Sometimes
you get hooked on political conviction.

It's a great theory, but hardly
enough to get an arrest warrant. - | know.

Do you have a camera?

If you are going to use my camera,
you are going to have to take me with you.

And don't try to talk me out of it, because it's
not going to work this time. - | wasn't going to.

You're so far in now, you're safer with me.

How do you work this little thing?

You hold this up to your eye, you look through
this little hole, and you press this little button.

You don't have to wind it. - It does it for you.

You don't get to do anything yourself anymore.
- Map to the stars' homes? - What? No.

Thomas! Jesse's meeting Eddy.
- Hey, it's only $1.35. - No!

Come on. Give the little lady a thrill?

Keep the change. - Thanks. Have a nice day.

Look out!

Are you all right? - Do you ever
have any trouble getting car insurance?

I'm really sorry!
| was, like, listening to INXS on my radio.

You're just driving your car one minute,
listening to your absolute favorite song,

Are you okay? - Yeah, physically.
Just cosmically I'm a little freaked out.

You could be listening to your absolute
favorite song one minute, and the next minute...

Aren't we supposed to exchange
driver's licenses or answering services?

We still don't have a smoking gun.
- We've got the tapes and the photographs.

That's something, at least.

Who is it? - Do they always
deliver your new phone books by hand?

No. They usually leave
them on the front porch. - Come on.

If your son hears from Kenny,
will you let me Know? Thanks, Mrs. Acuna.

| was driving by and saw the light.

| take it there's been no word.

No.

As irritating as old platitudes can be,

| suppose there
is some comfort in "No news is good news."

Would you like some tea
or something? - No. | won't keep you.

If there's anything else | can do...

I'll call. - Please.

Thanks.

This is it. | have had it.

| am perfectly happy
to find you a place to hide out,

but as soon as | can get a hold
of Frank, | am putting you in his care,

and then | am going away! - Going away?
Where? - Who cares? Anywhere!

Thanks to you, | probably don't
even have a movie to make anymore.

| should have known you weren't
Howard. Howard never called me Cindy!

Maybe we can work
something out about the movie.

Would this something involve shooting
and guns? - No. Did Howard call you Squeakie?

I'm just asking. I'm sorry.

What happened to my fearless companion?
My Watson? My Mrs. North? My Tonto?

Over here. - Look, Cindy. Cynthia. I'm sorry,

| didn't mean to drag you into this.
| Know how hard it is on you, believe me.

I'm sorry that my movie company
can't afford a trailer for you to hide out in.

No, you're right. You gotta talk about it.
Yell at me again if you want. Go ahead.

| have no interest in yelling at you.

| am an adult. You are an adult.

| think that we can calmly and rationally
agree that as long as | am near you,

my life is in extreme danger.
- | wouldn't go that far.

Nobody works here on the weekends.
There's a guard full-time at the gate.

There's not a safer place
for you to be. - Hold it right there!

I'm sorry, sir. | didn't realize it was you.

Sorry to disturb you. Good night.

Who did he think you were?
- Cynthia, can | have a little light here?

Cynthia, you...
He thought you were Burt Reynolds?

He thought that you
were Burt Reynolds. - Look at this.

This place is great.
- He thought you were Burt Reynolds.

What's so shocking about that?
- You don't look anything like Burt Reynolds.

| don't know, | see a certain resemblance.

Well, yeah... You do both have mustaches.

| really don't see what's so funny.

Those guys were really
shooting at us. - Yeah, | know. - Oh, my God!

| have never been so scared in my life!

Come here. It's okay.

Hello. - Hello, Mrs. Torie? This is Theodore
Calvin, Mark's Babe Ruth League coach.

Has he been
missing practice? - No. | was wondering...

| need to talk to him. | left
a couple of messages with his sister,

but he never returned them.
- No. He works three afternoons a week.

Yeah, at the Blue Orchid Florist. - He's home
now. I'll get him for you. - Mrs. Torie,

did he go to work today? - No, he said
he had something more important to do.

Coach!

They killed him, T.C.
They killed Ray. They killed him.

Yeah. It's okay, son. You're gonna be okay.

Aloha, gentlemen. You're under arrest!

On the ground.

Hey, Kenny.

Where's your van? - It's across town.

After Mark told me where you were, | worked
out a little switch with Lieutenant Tanaka.

Let's go. Illegal firearms, resisting arrest,

suspicion of murder,

not bad for a night's work.

A trapeze artist, | think that was my first dream.

Then | wanted to be a teacher. - | knew it.

You couldn't possibly have
known | wanted to be a teacher.

No, | mean | knew Burt
would have Fig Newtons. | just knew it.

| guess we got a lot in common.

| guess so.

You want some? - Sure. - Why not live a little?

Then | wanted to be
a devastatingly seductive woman

who had dozens of men dangling on a string.

| think that was the week | hit puberty.
- That's the trouble between men and women.

Timing. Just when girls are thinking
about being devastatingly seductive,

boys are thinking about playing
professional baseball with the Detroit Tigers.

Hopefully that changes.

What happened to your dreams?

I'm not sure.

Why didn't you ever get married?

Why didn't you?

| don't know.

My mother's been
married 4 times. Got a little confusing.

Not to mention expensive on Father's Day.

| guess | just didn't
want to make the same mistakes.

And then lately, nobody's asked.

Your turn.

Why didn't you ever get married? - | did.

Oh, my God. Me and my stupid assumptions.

That is why | could never be
a trial lawyer. | make these huge assumptions

based on little or no information.

You're married now. - No.

Not exactly.

You're a married man? - No, I'm not.

It's just that... I've always kind of,
sort of considered myself married.

| knew it. - But I'm not.

I'm not married.

Here we are, huh?

Two hopeless romantics,
without a picket fence between us.

Would you like a picket fence?

Hello. Frank, you called back!

| know that | called you 6 times.
We have to see you right away.

We have photos and we have these
tapes and maybe... - Cynthia, listen. Cynthia.

It's Eddy Rentzel. It's that
informant that you sent us to. - Cynthia.

He's our only chance, but | think that...

Thomas thinks that he would...

Oh.

Yeah, sure.

Yeah, we'll come in tomorrow.

Thanks a lot.

Eddy?

They found him in a garbage can.

Nobody has the right
to do that to somebody else.

No matter who they are.

How could they do that?

It's gonna stop.

It has to stop.

| would like a 12-gauge pump-action riot gun,

with an 18-inch barrel, a magazine extender,

and 4 boxes of O-O buck.

Double-aught? - Right. Double-aught.

I'm gonna have to see a driver's
license or some other proof of residency.

You need a riot gun? - Gophers.

You have a permit for this? - This is all there is.

Lila, | don't want your money.

| just wanna tell you a couple of jokes.

Did you hear the one about the traveling
cocaine salesman? - What do you want?

You're gonna like this.
Stop me if you've heard it.

It seems like he's got a couple of partners.

People who could
cause him a lot of trouble if they talked.

| don't know what you're talking about.
And I'd like you to leave. - You are throwing off

my timing.

Things were going great until this
sweet little girl found out about their evil doings,

and they killed her. Case closed.

Except this friend of hers decided
he wasn't gonna let them get away with it.

That's the part | play.
- What part does she play?

Bonnie Parker.

Things started falling apart for the traveling
cocaine salesman when the investigator, me,

started getting
closer and closer, because somebody talked.

It wasn't me.

No.
- So he starts killing everybody he suspects.

Bang. Bang. I'm not telling you anything.

No, here's the punchline. He doesn't know that.

It must be my delivery.
| never could tell a joke, Bonnie.

Here's what | think we should do.

| think we should call... Anton Peters.

| think we should call him and tell him
the good news. That we have found the leak.

He won't believe you.
- Do you really want to take that chance?

He'll kill me. - Not if he's in jail.
- Where's the exchange taking place?

| don't know! - Lila, the joke's over.

What do | have to do, dial 9 to get out?
- You don't understand. He's going to kill me!

| understand. - | can't make you any promises,

but I've worked on a lot of these cases before,
and I'm sure you can get police protection.

Maybe even immunity.
- | had nothing to do with Marti's death.

So that makes your case
that much stronger. - There's 2 scenarios.

You can tell us where the meeting's
taking place. You stay here and keep quiet,

and he never has
to know you talked, or | place the call.

Where's Frank? - He'll be here.

| left a message for him at his office.

Where's Frank?

Thomas, it's going down.

What're we gonna do?

They're making the exchange.

Who's that with Jesse? - Anton Peters. Here.

They're gonna get away.

No, they aren't.

Hang on!

Thomas,
there's something | have to tell you. - What?

What? - | lied. | Knew that
we were ripping off Robin Masters' book.

| didn't know at first, but
the writer knew it, and by the time | found out,

I'd already asked all my friends to invest.

They're dentists, and they put up their whole
life savings, and | just didn't have the guts

to tell them that we'd been had. - Don't worry
about it. We'll figure something out

right after we get married. - What did you say?

What did you say?
- | said we'll figure something out.

No, after that. You asked me to marry you.
- | did? - You said after we get married.

| didn't mean to say that.
- You didn't mean to ask me to marry you?

No, | meant to ask you.
| just didn't mean to ask you now.

Of all the ridiculous places
to ask somebody to marry you!

Freeze!

Ciao, amigo.
Come on, Peters, out of there.

Gee, Frank, | thought you'd never get here.

Let's go.

Yes.

Yes?

Yes.

| can't tell you what kind
of surprise, Higgins. Just ask T.C...

| Know | was supposed to check in,
Higgins, but | have been a little busy.

Just ask T.C. if he can pick me up
at the airport and have him stop by the florist

and pick up the most
beautiful lei they've got. And a Lima. | gotta go.

A final note on the American dream.

There are exactly
enough for each person to have his own.

And the trick is not so much in going
after it but recognizing it when it comes along.

Skycab, you busy? - You got luggage? - Yeah.

| don't have any,
but there's some coming. Lots.

It'll be here any minute.

Mr. Thomas Magnum,
to a white courtesy phone please.

I'll be right back.

This is Thomas Magnum. - One moment, sir.
- This better be good, Higgins.

Thomas?

You're not coming, are you?

| want to.

But not just now?

Please. l...

It's okay. It's okay. Listen...

Does this have
something to do with Bill? - Bill?

Well, | mean, you...

You wouldn't
talk about him much, and | just figured...

Oh, God, Thomas.

| never talked
about Bill because he was such a jerk.

| was embarrassed
to admit that | ever went out with him.

It has nothing to do with anybody else, except...

Except for you and...

And for me,

and then the fact that
it just all happened so fast.

Yeah. | guess I'm getting

impulsive in my old age.

Look, there are some
things that | have to take care of here.

Some obligations.

And then I'd like to...

come over.

Spend some time with you.

See how much we like each other,

without all the drama.

I'll be there.

Thomas...

| love you, too.