Original subtitles

I'm here to catch cattle rustlers?

We do not form a posse.

We form a line at the first shower and then we Call the police.

Sharp, he's tough.

Then why is the ranch in so much trouble?

HIGGINS: It would be better for all concerned if Magnum ceased

his rustling investigation immediately.

You didn't think he'd ever need a helicopter to hunt rustlers.

(MOOING)

MAN: Okay, Jesse, she's yours.

(CHAIN SAW WHIRRING)

MAGNUM: When counting the assets of paradise,

you have to start with geographical diversity.

Take the Big Island of Hawaii, for instance.

Twenty minutes in any direction

and you've been to the dark hills of the Dakotas,

the ranches of Texas,

or even the moon and the beginning of time. Impressive.

| liked the idea of working on the Big Island again.

What | didn't like was the vague job description.

But the one detail | was told had me on the next plane.

Whatever the investigation, I'd have a chance to do something

| never get to do on a case back home.

You can't ride a horse on Hotel Street.

WILL: 1859 lava flow.

You been to the Big Island before, Mr. Magnum?

A few times, but never without knowing why.

Well, I'm sorry | can't fill you in.

Mr. Harbison, he just told me to call you,

pay you a week's work, airfare,

and tell you to make sure that you brought your riding clothes.

A problem big enough to bring ina private investigator,

and he doesn't discuss it with his ranch manager?

Maybe it's not a ranch problem.

Maybe it's something personal.

He'll explain it when we get there.

WILL: Hey, looky, there.

Paniolos. You call them cowboys.

| call them cowboys on the mainland, but | live here, remember?

Yeah, well, you can call these fake.

We don't do that tourist junk on the Mauna Hoi

like they do here at Quillan's.

They're not real paniolos?

Oh, yeah, they're real.

They work a lot of cattle.

Roundups every day at Quillan's place.

But the money's not in the herd.

It's in letting the tourists pay to watch.

Beef's not good business right now.

Demand's way off.

Not with me. Steak and eggs this morning.

That's great. ‘Cause then you'll enjoy the best barbecue on the island

after the roundup. That's courtesy of Mr. Harbison.

Must be a good man to work for.

He's real good.

He still wants a cattle ranch.

| don't Know.

Too many paniolos these days. They pose for pictures

and they fish.

Well, that's what the joggers want, right?

No meat. Fish three time a day.

And you can't rope a halibut.

WILL: Worse than that. They won't eat grass.

MAGNUM: Pretty busy place. | bet you it's real fun around here when beef demand is up.

Yeah.

This ranch does better than most.

Mr. Harbison's a very good businessman

and | got my degree and more porterhouse to the pound up there in Cal Poly.

| guess we better get started.

Hey, how about some chaps? Great.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

Here we are.

(HUMMING)

Hey, wait a minute, what about Mr. Harbison?

Well, he should be here by now.

Wonder where he is.

Looking good, David.

Very busy man. Boss will be along later.

How much later?

This is your horse, right here.

Will, | didn't agree to take this job yet.

I'd really like to talk to him.

WILL: | understand, but if we wait here you'll never get to meet him.

Mr. Magnum? I'm Kenny Harbison.

Welcome to the Mauna Hoi Ranch.

Hi, Kenny.

Listen, you know where | might find your dad?

| don't have a father, Mr. Magnum.

Let's ride out to a spot where we can talk business.

Better bring a telephone, Will.

Yes, sir.

KENNY: | have a little over 30,000 acres,

and we run about 10,000 head, usually.

That's a big operation. You handle it all by yourself?

Will Kinikawa and me.

Couldn't manage without old Will, huh?

Well it's a pretty impressive spread.

(MOBILE PHONE RINGING) Do you mind if we discuss why I'm here?

| didn't have much choice about taking over the ranch.

My folks went down in Dad's plane a couple of years ago.

WILL: Mr. Harbison, telephone.

Chicago market, sir. Sounds real urgent.

Damn!

Sorry again, Mr. Magnum.

Here you go, sir. You hang in tough, Mr. Harbison.

Harbison. Larry, what's going on?

You?

They want to pay how much? No way, Larry! Yeah, thanks.

Now you tell them what | told you.

Still don't know why he hired you?

KENNY: No way, Larry.

Maybe it's to stand around and talk to my horse while he's on that phone.

| mean, we've been here an hour, and 58 minutes of it he's been on that mobile.

Mr. Harbison's a very busy man, sir.

Uh...

Why do you call him Mr. Harbison?

| mean, okay, yeah, he's the boss, but...

He can run this ranch as good as any grown man.

The boy's got my respect.

Harbisons and the Kinikiwas have been on the Mauna Hoi for a long time.

See, his people were owners, mine as paniolos.

We happen to be very good friends.

He's asked me to call him Kenny.

See, my father called his father "Mr. Harbison."

It's the same with our grandfather and it's the same with me.

(URGING HORSE)

Come on, Mr. Magnum, I'm gonna show you something.

KENNY: My Charolais, Mr. Magnum.

Danielle, Monique, Marie... Hey, where's Jacques?

Girls, how're you gonna be a big herd if you don't stay with Jacques?

Kenny, Jacques will find them.

He knows what he's supposed to do. | don't.

Now, either you tell me why I'm here or I'm leaving.

All right, Magnum.

We waited to tell you until we could show you some evidence, huh?

We?

Yes, all right, | lied. | Know why you're here.

| wanna show you two nights ago, the poaes hit some things for us.

Poaes?

Local word for rustler. Now you see why we couldn't tell you up front?

"Come to the Big Island and play like Roy Rogers."

You'd have slammed up the phone laughing. Rustlers?

Cattle rustlers? Yeah.

You're kidding. I'm here to catch...

(CHAIN SAW WHIRRING)

What's that sound?

(KENNY URGING HORSE)

Mr. Harbison! We better stop him!

MAGNUM: Kenny!

Jesse, we got company.

(GUNS FIRING)

Let me go!

Let's go!

Let me go!

Why'd you stop me?

We finally had a shot at them!

Those were bullets you were riding into, Kenny, or didn't you notice?

Yeah. Yeah, well, | notice you're not laughing anymore.

Guess we showed you more proof than we expected, huh?

All right, quick, let's go. We can follow the tire tracks.

Will, wait a minute.

No, you wait a minute. It's the first time

we've actually caught them in the act. Now, come on, let's go.

Yeah, Mr. Magnum, you can't afford to let a lead like this get away.

Oh, | can't? Did | say I'd take the case?

Did | mention your fee?

Even for the top Pl in the Islands, 10,000 should be pretty fair.

WILL: Sure they hit in broad daylight.

Why stay up all night to rustle

when you can get away with it during regular business hours?

MAGNUM: What about the police?

KENNY: Running round-the-clock stakeouts,

but there's just too much range to cover it, too many poaes.

WILL: Yeah, it seems like a big well-organized outfit.

Finding this bunch today may not get you the ringleader,

but it's somewhere to start.

That's all a famous PI needs, Will.

One good clue.

Kenny, | don't know what you've heard,

but I'm not that famous.

Skip the modesty, okay?

| check people out before | spend big money.

Speaking of big money, who owns this wind farm?

Quillan.

Produces most of the energy for this end of the island.

Tourism, power company, pretty diversified guy.

Oh, yeah, he makes money on everything.

Except cattle.

Yeah. Quillan uses them as a write-off

so he doesn't care what he loses to the rustlers.

They get to me and a lot of the other ranchers across his land

‘cause he doesn't patrol it.

WILL: Yup.

Here you go.

Will, we're heading down towards Quillan's corrals. We're making a wrong turn.

WILL: No, sir, I'm not.

(SCOFFS) | don't get it.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(MOOING)

KENNY: Quillan a rustler?

He loses more cattle to them than anybody.

You also said it was a great write-off.

This is where we'll find the pickup if it's here.

Go.

(COWS MOOING)

(SPITTING)

Maybe we should come back after the barbecue.

That's mine. That's my tag!

And there's a Double Z and a Pohani!

MAGNUM: Keep your voice down! Hey, who's that?

Keep it down? They've got cattle from half the ranches on the island!

Get the horses!

(CHEERING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

WILL: Magnum, the horses!

MAGNUM: No, Kenny, we do not form a posse.

KENNY: Well, we can't just let Quillan get away with it. We gotta...

We form a line at the first shower and then we Call the police.

Sorry, but you don't know this island's politics.

He's right, Mr. Magnum.

The police are doing all they can.

What they can't do is go after a John Quillan.

Well, they can question his paniolos.

| mean, there's no reason to even think Quillan's involved.

What? No, he has to be... Hey, Kenny,

why would a guy that image-conscious

send his men out after us in front of all those tourists?

Good point.

(KENNY CHUCKLES)

Okay, Mr. Magnum, Will and | will let you sort it out.

LYNN: Suppose you sort things out for me, Kenny.

Sorry | got back sooner than you expected.

LYNN: Well...

A big roundup on the Mauna Hoi complete with luau?

Miss Harbison, wait, please. It's my fault...

So all these people tell me.

Will says, "Work good, make things look good, then we all eat good."

This little charade still costs some money.

Where'd you get it? Excuse me, Miss Harbison?

Lynn Harbison. I'm Kenny's sister.

And whoever you are, you must be somebody pretty important.

Because he's never gone this far with a con before.

The ranch is yours, not Kenny's.

I'm trustee of what's left of it.

None of these people work here, except Will.

The Mauna Hoi is totally broke.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

How much has this day cost you, Kenny?

Not that much. Really.

Will got the panijolos to work free

just for the promise of a luau. Come on.

We had to impress you.

| mean, the top PI in the Islands

would hardly take a flat-broke teenager seriously, right?

Kenny, for the last time, | am not... Will you cut it out?

Sorry, you just don't lie as well as | do.

Except, some of the lies weren't necessary, Kenny.

| mean, 3,000 acres impresses me just as much as 30,000.

Lynn told me.

| just think you should have leveled with me, Kenny.

Yeah, | know.

You got your day wasted by a dumb kid.

No. | got intimidated by a teenage Howard Hughes.

(CHUCKLES)

| just thought a kid your age would be a little more vulnerable.

KENNY: And now you see how vulnerable | really am, right?

My sister and | just want to save our ranch, that's all.

Mr. Harbison.

What?

It won't work. We gave him our best shot.

Now we just gotta go out and find us another way, all right? Excuse me.

Oh, this is David Pono.

He helped set up the day today for us. And not ashamed of it.

Mr. Magnum. Hi, David.

Yeah, well, it looks like we're not in a luau mood.

Maybe you and |, David, better go out and roundup the herd, huh?

Yeah, when you got 500 head

and try to make it look like 10,000,

they can get pretty spread out.

Yeah, right.

Listen, Mr. Harbison, where's your sister? | want to apologize to her.

Gone to Hilo, shopping.

| guess gas and clothes don't cost money.

WILL: Yeah.

You know, Magnum, we almost pulled it off, huh?

Didn't we?

I'm gonna miss you. It's too bad you're gonna be leaving.

Hey, who said he was leaving?

Mr. Magnum, I'll have you a week's advance in 12 hours!

Stay till morning? Please?

Well, | don't have much choice.

| missed the last flight to Oahu.

That's right.

(LAUGHING)

Maybe | better go keep an eye on him.

Thanks, David.

That boy is gonna get the money, you wait and see.

Yeah, | know. Mr. Harbison's a great businessman.

Don't make fun of him.

| wasn't. | wasn't. No, don't.

He is a "Mister."

| meant it when | said he could run this ranch as good as any man.

He dreamed up this day today all by himself.

The boy ran a successful ranch, all right?

But, Will, it was all a fake.

(SIGHS)

Yeah, right.

It was all a fake, the phone conversations and everything.

But did you listen to his end of the conversations?

| mean, the kid is sharp, he's tough.

Then why is the ranch in so much trouble?

It's not my place to say, all right?

Hope to see you around again.

(AIRPLANE ENGINE WHIRRING)

Oh. Not enjoying your luau?

Kenny said you went shopping. | thought you might need some help.

| went to the bank about a loan.

Any luck?

(LAUGHS) On a fourth mortgage? | tried.

MAGNUM: Nice plane.

My dad used this one for flying around the ranch.

He had a twin engine that he used for longer flights.

The wreck wasn't his fault.

If anybody could have gotten through that storm, it would have been him.

| guess the ranch was in good financial shape until his accident?

All this mess is my fault.

Is that what Will and Kenny told you?

No.

Not exactly.

There were already two mortgages on the ranch when my folks died.

| got tired of red ink.

The Mauna Hoi's going to a mainland buyer next week.

But you haven't told Kenny. No, no.

Hey, come on, you think | want to sell out?

| just can't keep waiting for that reward pipe dream

to come true or some other miracle.

Wait, wait. What? Reward?

Oh, no.

Oh, no, | don't believe it.

You mean, they were gonna get your help and then not pay you?

They offered me 10,000...

Out of the 100,000 the Rancher's Association's

posted for the rustler's capture.

Well, 10,000 is plenty for me,

but | don't think that chances are as slim as you think they are.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

T.C., what are you doing here?

Okay, what's the problem?

What problem, T.C.?

Oh, come on, come on, Thomas, you know, the trouble you're in.

What trouble?

This trouble.

And you better come up with some answers or you don't know what trouble is.

| didn't send this, T.C.

Lynn. Lynn Harbison.

Right.

Rick Wright. Yes, | remember.

When we were on vacation Oahu, '82!

'83. Hey, how's your brother?

He's great. Kenny? You know him?

Know him? He used to hang around with Lynn a lot.

What a great kid. Hold it, hold it, hold it.

Now that we've had this little reunion,

can we talk about this telegram?

Oh, we are, T.C.

Rick, did you ever mention my name to Kenny?

Well, | might have.

And maybe you exaggerated a little bit

about my stature as a private investigator?

Come on, Thomas, he was just a kid.

Well,

maybe | just told him some big stories about you, me and T.C., but...

But you didn't think he'd ever need a helicopter to hunt rustlers.

Oh, I'm glad you guys think this is funny.

You know, it costs me money to be here!

I'm sorry, T.C. | think | can explain.

(HORN HONKING)

Miss Harbison, your brother's been shot.

Oh, my God, Kenny.

WILL: | found him up in the pasture with his cattle.

WILL: Poaes.

Rustlers got him.

Doc's not sending Kenny to the hospital.

The move could cause further damage.

(SIGHS)

He's always sworn he'd never sell any of his Charolais.

Not for anything.

That's how you were getting paid a week in advance, Mr. Magnum.

You want a beer?

Yeah, thanks.

What happened to that guy who went to look after him? Pono?

| don't Know.

He wasn't around when | got there.

All | found was Mr. Harbison and evidence.

That two Charolais had been butchered. Those damn poaes.

This time they ain't gonna get away with it.

They always slaughter what they steal on the spot?

Is that what the police told you?

No, it just seems to be the best way

to get stolen cattle off an island like cars.

Like what?

Like auto theft rings in Oahu.

They cut up hot cars and ship them in pieces.

Let me tell you, slaughtered cattle don't have to leave here like that.

There's a lot of hungry people on this island, Mr. Magnum.

Then why were they rounded up for shipment yesterday?

| don't Know.

| told the police what we saw at Quillan ranch.

Oh, you did?

Well, that's fine, but like | said before,

don't expect them to investigate it.

Well, you're leaving tomorrow

so it might be a good idea to go to bed early.

I've decided to stay.

Thanks.

Kenny's gonna be real glad to know that you're on the case.

He's Kenny to you now?

Mmm-hmm.

Just till | know he's gonna make it.

T.C.: He's been gone all night?

LYNN: Since at least 2:00.

| went to find him as soon as the doctor told me Kenny was gonna be okay.

I've looked for him every few minutes since.

Did you find him?

Will's not on the ranch.

Thomas, there's a 30.06 missing from the office rifle rack.

I'm afraid he's gone after the men who shot Kenny.

Wait a minute. Who would he go after?

He's bound to have had some suspects.

He and Kenny have been on this poae hunt for weeks.

If he did have suspects,

why didn't he mention them to me last night?

Look, why don't we check some of those paniolo villages?

Maybe he just...

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello.

Yes, he is. Just a moment, please.

It's the Quillan Ranch.

Who do you know over there?

The police. | spent most of last night trying to convince them

to make a search of the place.

| don't think this caller's a policeman.

He sounds very British and very upset.

HIGGINS: The Quillan Ranch is a public corporation

and Robin Masters is one of the principle investors.

Magnum, how could you? John Quillan is beyond reproach.

Higgins, | was in a corral full of stolen cattle here yesterday.

Indeed. Well, the local police called Mr. Quillan

this morning to discuss the accusation of one Thomas Magnum,

Robin Masters Estate, Oahu.

He called Robin? No.

| convinced Mr. Quillan to let me come and deal with the situation.

Now if you will just offer him an apology.

Apology? Higgins, a kid was nearly killed yesterday by rustlers.

And the only place I've seen rustled cattle is on this ranch.

QUILLAN: You saw strays.

A few stray cattle got in my herd. Happens all the time.

John Quillan, Thomas Magnum.

Then why did your men jump us?

Not my men. One day hires.

None of my regular paniolos were involved in that corral fracas.

Well, would you mind giving me the names of the men who were involved?

Magnum. Yes, | would.

| want it dropped now. Even if they weren't my regulars,

brawls are bad publicity for the ranch.

And a rustling ring on this ranch is good publicity?

Magnum, that's enough. You've had your explanation for what you saw.

Damn right. So cut the implication I'd steal

more cattle to lose more money.

The herd's just here for the tourists. Image.

And what if that image provides a perfect cover? Look, Mr. Quillan,

I'm not accusing you or your corporation of stealing...

Then stop accusing anyone on Quillan Ranch of anything now!

| don't Know how those cattle got here and | don't care.

What | do care about is bad PR, so listen up.

One more visit from you or the police, and | call Robin.

Mr. Quillan, that won't be necessary.

DAVID: Mr. Quillan! Mr. Quillan! David.

Somebody opened the corral gate. The cattle are loose.

Damn! And most my men are out on the range!

Magnum, please go and help him.

What? They got paniolos for that.

He just said he was shorthanded.

The least you could do is ease the tension by helping

in this moment of crisis.

(COWS MOOING)

(MAN WHISTLING)

(MEN YELLING)

(GUN FIRES)

David.

You okay?

Yeah, but he isn't.

HIGGINS: Mr. Masters feels that we should remain on the island

until the David Pono matter is resolved.

But it would be better for all concerned

if Magnum stayed here at the hotel

and ceased his rustling investigation immediately.

Because one of his clients is suspected of murder?

Miss Harbison, please.

Will had nothing to do with David Pono's death. They were friends.

Mr. Pono was shot with a 30.06 rifle.

And do you know how many 30.06s there are on this island?

It's a very common weapon. Higgins.

Where in God's name have you been?

The docks. You're not feeling well?

The shipping docks, Higgins. Any news about Will?

No. Thomas, we've been everywhere.

| just came by to tell you that Kenny's feeling better and he wants to talk to you.

Magnum, you're not to leave. Go to your room.

Go to my room?

426. Mr. Masters will be calling you there shortly. He's furious.

Look, | think I'd better go. | need to get back to Kenny.

Will you tell Kenny that I'll be over

as soon as | talk to Quillan and the police?

Yeah. No, you'll talk to Mr. Masters first.

He wants you to drop this ridiculous indictment of Quillan Ranch.

Fine. Except, one of the paniolos who worked there today

may be the head of the rustling ring.

It's the copies of cash receipts from three different shipping companies.

Slaughtered and dressed beef

and all the money went to Jesse Hikina.

The Quillan paniolo who was at the shooting?

He's a one-day hire. He asked to be signed on this morning.

You'll wait for Mr. Masters’ approval.

Higgins! WOMAN: Mr. Magnum?

Yes. There's an urgent telephone call for you, sir.

You can take it at the poolside.

Thank you. Just tell Robin | don't have time to explain now.

Mr. Magnum, there's an urgent phone call for you, sir.

T.C.: Thomas?

| finally found a talker.

You don't want to know the tab.

It's hard to get anybody to talk about Will, even for the big bucks.

Never mind. Somebody saw him?

T.C.: Yup. You were right.

He spent the night looking for very specific guys.

There was a bunch,

but you can start with David Pono and Jesse Hikina.

Thanks, T.C. Can you keep looking?

Yeah, whole day's shot for work, anyway.

Oh, is that boy Kenny still improving?

Yeah, he may even be able to talk.

Let's just hope he saw something last night.

But pass the word around that he may not live through the afternoon.

What?

Will still doesn't know about Kenny's condition.

Just make sure a lot of people hear about it, okay?

Okay, if you Say So.

Worse than you expected? | told you he was upset.

Yeah. He may have even killed a guy.

(WHISPERING) Mr. Harbison.

Mr. Harbison.

It was me who started that rumor this afternoon.

Pretty lousy trick, but | knew it would get you here.

How's he doing?

I'm gonna be okay, Will.

You sure?

Honest.

You could have found out how he was just by calling in.

Yeah.

| was too afraid of hearing bad news.

Where've you been all night?

| was out rounding up the herd. Why?

You didn't happen to stop by

Quillan's ranch checking for strays this morning?

| don't Know, but | get the feeling I'm being accused of something.

At the least, of trying to get yourself killed.

Will, please, just let the police deal with Jesse.

Jesse?

Jesse Hikina? What are you talking about? What's he done?

KENNY: Last night,

he was the one that shot me.

| saw him.

Why didn't you tell me you knew he was the rustler ringleader, Will?

Why'd you hold out on me?

What made you think that | knew him?

MAGNUM: Because you've been out all night looking for Hikina and David Pono.

Tell me, did David help you arrange my big lead at the Quillan Ranch?

Come on, Will.

Somebody set me up.

Is it true, Will?

(LAUGHS)

I'm sorry.

| just...

You see, | didn't want Magnum to suspect Jesse.

Hey, | wanted us to catch the poaes, all right?

Us? Sure...

Leave me alone.

Look, Mr. Harbison, please, just listen.

The Mauna Hoi needed every penny of that reward money.

| asked you, didn't you remember, not to bring Magnum in?

We didn't need you, mister.

No, you didn't.

Not if you knew about Hikina before | got here.

Right...

Well, it doesn't matter.

I'm taking care of that right now.

Will, no, no!

You can't go after them by yourself.

You can't go at all. The police want to talk to you about David Pono's murder.

All right.

Jesse killed him.

He was afraid that he would talk.

David must have seen what happened last night.

Then why didn't David talk?

Come on, Will. You still have to talk to the police.

Yeah.

Far enough, Magnum!

(WILL URGES HORSE)

MAGNUM: Kenny had made a dig about one of my favorite cowboys,

and | wasn't sure | liked it.

| did my first investigative work as Roy Rogers.

With my trusty broom, Trigger, | kept the neighborhood

free of rustlers and bad guys for years.

My villains in those days were always simple and straightforward,

just like in Roy's movies.

In this case, | was dealing with a villain who was anything but simple,

and one who'd led me on a very convincing false trail.

Will's leading us to the stolen cattle

in Quillan's corral was for my benefit.

But Jesse's pickup and those paniolos

firing at us had been for real.

And unlike Roy, | had to deal with reality.

Even if, in the end, | didn't wind up on a happy trail.

Whoa! Stop.

Hold it, Jesse!

(GUN FIRES)

(GUN CLICKING)

Why didn't you stay out of this, Magnum?

| wanted Jesse alone!

He's coming back with the whole bunch now.

Jesse's the only guy who can name you as one of the rustlers?

| wasn't just one of them.

| started the poae ring.

QUILLAN: No. | won't let the police roam all over this ranch.

HIGGINS: That is precisely why Magnum feels

that the rustlers could be hiding out here.

Please, Mr. Quillan, he's gone after Will Kinikawa alone.

The police must have your permission to search.

The subject's closed, Higgins. Do you know what the media could do with this?

Far less than they could with the details of your cattle business.

I've checked your records.

Why do you sell your herd at one-half the market rate?

The tourists are a better profit center.

They want to see cattle moving out everyday.

And in the process, you're driving the ranchers out of business.

That's their problem.

If they want to survive they do what | did. Go public.

After four generations | damn well

didn't want to be the Quillan who sold out. But it worked.

This ranch shows a big profit. Yes.

But | know at least one major stockholder

who won't approve of your methods.

And, as you say, Mr. Quillan, you're now only an employee of the ranch.

Either the police commence a search immediately, or I'll call Robin Masters.

| heard some rumors that rustlers hide out in an old quarry | started.

| abandoned it a couple of years ago.

Perhaps where you failed, Jesse Hikina developed a "profit center.”

WILL: Jesse's got a fortune up here. He's gotta come back.

The cash from his dressed beef business.

The outfit didn't make money when you were in charge?

No.

| just wanted a few of Quillan's strays, those he didn't care about,

to feed a lot of hungry people.

It's still called rustling.

| didn't say | was proud of it, did I?

Pride's working the cattle.

Pride's making your money like every man

in your family's done for 100 years.

But when there's no work for the paniolos, family's still got to eat.

So you help them out, you put some food on the table,

till the beef demand goes back up.

Jesse got greedy?

(LAUGHS) Oh, yeah.

That's right.

You know, he talked a lot of good, decent men into going along with him.

And that's when, me and David Pono, that's when we quit.

But we stayed quiet.

If we had turned them in, they would have taken me to jail with them.

But | couldn't let that happen for Kenny's sake.

Oh!

So now it's helpless little Kenny?

What happened to Mr. Harbison, the great businessman?

He is.

Only, he can't run the daily operation.

Rotate the stock, tend the fences,

the things you only learn growing up as a paniolo.

Well, he's gonna have to try now, isn't he?

Oh, come on, Will, Jesse's gonna be here any minute

with, what, a dozen men?

I'll handle them!

They have to pay for shooting Kenny.

What are you gonna do? Pick them off one by one as they charge the shack?

| don't have a choice.

Then | guess you don't have a choice with me either.

| mean, you don't want any witnesses, right?

What?

Come on, Will. If you stop now,

Kenny will still get the reward money

and you'll be gone a lot shorter time for rustling than for murder.

If we get out of here at all.

(GUNS FIRING)

Sorry, | did have a choice.

| don't now.

(GUNS CONTINUE FIRING)

Here you go.

You got a chance now. Out the back door.

If I've got a chance, so have you.

No. | can't let Jesse get away!

The whole bunch will be off the island in an hour. Now, please, just go!

(SIREN WAILING)

OFFICER: Makai, from where you are now.

No, Mauka. Toward the mountain.

A quarry will be at the top.

The rustlers are quarreling on the top of the mountain.

May | use that, please?

T.C., follow the road along the ridge to a quarry.

HIGGINS: Try to keep the rustlers busy until we get there. Repeat.

T.C.: Quarry? Got it. Hey, we'll do our best.

(GUNS FIRING)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

How bad?

Look, all this means nothing to you, huh?

(GUNS FIRING)

| can cover you out back! Now just go, Magnum!

And tell Kenny | left you up here alone?

We're gonna have to pull out.

Can you land around the back?

This field is as close as | can get to the shack.

We'll have to... T.C., the cattle!

Can you head them towards the quarry?

(MOOING)

(GRUNTS)

Magnum, how you doing?

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

MAN: Stampede!

(YELLING)

OFFICER: Freeze! Police!

It's all right. It's fine.

HIGGINS: Are you all right? You okay, Thomas?

Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, guys.

KENNY: It belongs to you, Will.

Less Magnum's 10,000.

Right.

You'll need it later on.

Lynn and | are headed for the mainland, | guess.

Kenny agrees that,

well, we just can't manage this place by ourselves anymore.

Oh, really?

Well, Will disagrees.

After all, you've got $99,503.65 to blow.

| just get 200 a day plus expenses.

Two hundred a day? Isn't that a bit steep?

Kenny, come on, you agreed to pay Magnum the $10,000.

Well, yeah, when | thought he was the top PI in the island, but...

| still get 200 a day.

$150? I've got to stretch this money as far as | can.

You'll stretch it far enough.

You wait and see.

You've only got two years.

| want to see 20,000 head when | get back, sir.

Phone, Mr. Harbison.

Urgent.

$175.

I'll let you know after this phone call.

KENNY: Double 2? Kenneth Harbison.

Yeah, I'd like to talk to somebody about some good breeding stock.

Just Herefords and Charolais for right now,

but | might need to get into Angus, if the price is decent.

My ranch manager told me that you had

the best Hereford steers around. So let's start there. How much?

What?