All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s07e01 L.A. 1.eng

One of the first things
my grandfather taught me

was about
the American dream.

To some folks, he said,
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! Hey!

All right,
we're in business!

Yeah, we did it, man.
We did it.

All right, yeah.

You never said we were gonna go steal a car.

Well, what did you think
we were gonna do?

You said we were gonna go
pick one up for your uncle.

I didn't mean
a real uncle.

You gonna help us,
or what?

You lied to me, Ray.
Hey, cut it out, man.

Hey, 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 I left
for Vietnam,

that had changed to a wife,
a house, and a family,

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

because everybody
was supposed to get

their version of
the American dream.

Look, it was great
meeting you, but...

What about coming
to the club tonight?

I don't know. I...

You said you didn't
have anything to do.

That isn't what I said
exactly. All right, all right.

All right, you said you were
gonna go to the hotel and watch TV.

The flight to LA
is a long flight.

Now, I've got all this business
to take care of tomorrow, and...

I don't know.

But nothing absolutely,
positively urgent tonight?

No, nothing urgent. No.

Well, you're going to miss
a great opportunity

for a truly spontaneous
good time.

I bet you're the kind of guy who could
never just say, "Aw, what the hell."

I do. Sometimes.

You can miss out
on a lot in life

unless you're willing to say,
"Aw, what the hell."

Little old for you,
isn't he?

Yeah.

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

Oh, that's my suitcase.
Could you get that?

Yeah.
Yeah, just get that.

Thanks.

My mom got this for me the first time
I 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. Come on.

One, two, three.
Tigers!

All right!
Let's go, let's go.

Hey, Kenny, Kenny,
where's Ray?

I don't know.

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

Mark. Mark. Get out there
and take Ray's place.

Let's do, Mark.
Let's go, buddy.

Kenny, I 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.

I know I said
that we'd make a killing,

but you gotta admit
one thing.

Hey, has Ray Kalama been up here
getting free candy bars again?

Who?
Ray Kalama.

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

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

Oh, 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.

No, I haven't seen him.

They're not gonna be real happy
down at the halfway house, T. C.,

if he doesn't show up.

He'll be here.
Foul ball! Strike two!

All right,
hey, let's go!

I gotta get back
to my seat.

It's too bad you gotta
fill in for Thomas, Higgins.

You're gonna miss
the whole game.

Well, I suppose
when Mr. Masters calls,

we must all sacrifice.

So where did Thomas go,
anyway? Hot dogs. Peanuts.

Get your red-hots here.
Bali?

Hotdogs. Peanuts.
Morocco?

Get your red-hots here.
South of France?

Ladies and gentlemen,
Miss Marti Jensen!

Thank you.
Thank you.

Don't you just
love nighttime?

See, I was born
a night person.

Literally. See,
I was born at midnight,

and I just naturally thought,
well, that's when the day began.

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

and I used to sneak down
the stairs to the basement

where my dad
had this portable TV,

and watch Night Owl Theater.

So there I was, sitting three inches
away from the television screen

so I could keep
the sound down low

when I 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?

I don't know

But I have a funny feeling

We're in trouble!

What a week.

I mean,
I 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.

I mean, my life is complete.

Well.

Oh, boy.

Where do you
get your energy?

I better take you home.

No, that's okay.
I mean, you could...

It's a long drive, and you're
tired. No, I'm not that tired.

Well, I meant with the
time zone change and all.

It's three hours
earlier in Hawaii.

Oh, right.

Wait, wait.

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

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

I'll stay right here
on your sofa. And...

And I don't snore.

Well, not very loud, anyway.

Please?

Look, I know when you get older
you need your own space and things.

Oh, 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?

Well, it's the least
I can do. I had a...

truly spontaneous
good time.

Thanks.

Sleep tight.

Look out behind you

Marti?

Marti?

Marti?

Marti?

Marti.

I had an idea that Marti's
version of the American dream

included fame and fortune.

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

McKEE: 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 I was in LA.

I got a full report
while we were waiting.

I came in. I heard a noise
outside, I ran to the window,

I 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, pal?

We're about to
seal this one off.

McKEE: 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 the hell
would he be doing here?

Hey, I know you're
close to these kids.

Yeah, but he isn't
into that kind of stuff.

Not Kenny.
You never know.

Look, your father deserts you
when you're a baby...

Hey, a lot of kids
come from broken homes.

That doesn't mean they get
involved with stuff like this.

Okay, okay. So what are
you doing to find him?

The only trail we have
at the moment

is a rival chop shop gang.

Oh, so you think they'd
use murder as a warning.

That's all we have.

Look, the administrator
of the halfway house

said he thought Kenny
would come to you.

Frankly,
I don't hold out much hope.

But if you should
hear from him...

I'm not gonna wait
for him to find me.

Hey, 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.

Well, I think we will.

And cut!

Looking good. 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.

All right, you heard him,
boys, you heard him.

Next setup, please.
Let's move.

All right, atmosphere,
over by the van.

I said atmosphere
over by the van.

Oh. No, I'm not.
I'm looking for a friend.

Then you better
try the telephone.

You know
how you extras are.

Cindy Farrell. Her office
said I could find her here.

Then you're not one of the extras? No.

Ralph,
where are my extras?

Right away, right away. Why
do you want to see our lawyer?

Well, to tell you
the truth,

Cindy and I were
high school sweethearts,

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

I don't know. I got this business trip to LA.

And I thought...
I know this sounds corny,

it really sounds corny but
I just wanted to say hi.

See how she was doing,
you know, and...

Okay. What did you say
your name was again?

Howard Wescott.
Okay.

Why don't you
wait right there.

Thank you.

Hi.
Hello.

You are Cynthia Farrell,
aren't you?

People, I said over by the van. Yes.

I think
this belongs to you.

Oh, damn it!

How did you know
about Howard?

Professional secret.

I manage to elude
four process servers,

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

Well, thank you,
Miss Farrell.

Well, I'm not gonna
take this lying down.

I 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, Look, Miss Farrell...

not just in the courts
but in the press

and in the hearts and minds
of Americans everywhere.

The 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.

I just deliver the papers.

You wanna behave like some
hysterical three-year-old that...

Oh, hysterical? Don't you
dare call me hys... terical.

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

Oh.

Is something wrong?

No. No. It's...

smog.

You were accusing me
of being hysterical.

It kind of runs
in the family.

Well, it's... It was a dirty
trick, pretending to be...

Howard.

Howard.
Yeah.

Well.

Goodbye.

I knew I should have
stayed home today.

I already checked there.

That's what I meant.

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 I 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.

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

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

I hardly knew her,
but I couldn't let her

become just another
forgotten case

in an overworked
police detective's file.

Goodbye.
Bye, man.

Please fasten your seatbelt.

Please fasten your seatbelt.

Your trunk is open.

Your hood latch is undone.

Your door is ajar.

Your door is ajar.

Your door is ajar.

Your door is...

There was something
about Marti's place

that felt familiar,

although I 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 investigator

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 I 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 I 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?

Well, I 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
two 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
little girlfriend was his dealer...

She's not my girlfriend.
Well, whatever.

And I 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.

I picked up a 19-year-old
girl last week

who knifed somebody
over $100 worth of crack.

Where you think
she lived?

I 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?

How do you know that? Did
you find any drugs on her?

In her place?

You got a better idea?

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

Who's following you?

Well, I don't know. There
was this guy at the airport.

Marti was
kind of watching him.

He was a good-looking guy.

I didn't think anything
of it at the time.

But he got
in this blue Town Car,

and then today on my way to
Marti's, I saw what could have been

the same blue Town Car
behind me.

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. 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...

I want you to go
to a safe house.

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

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

I 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 I was a pediatrician.

I'm sorry.

No, don't apologize.

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

but I'm asking you,

please take this address
and go there.

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

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

Look, 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.

I knew if I were in Hawaii
there were some questions

I'd have asked McKee
before I left him.

Like why he hadn't bothered
going over to the Comedy Hangout

to look for any clues?

Like why had I 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!

I 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.

Now, although the area...

That should take care
of any infection.

Officials say
that this incident

cannot be linked
to the earlier episodes.

What they are not saying
is that the shooting...

You know, it's great,
you taking me in like this.

But I could be
putting you in danger.

I don't think it's fair
for me to stay here.

I never said you could.

David, I'm standing
outside the home

of Los Angeles
police detective Sam McKee,

where two armed gunmen went on a shooting
spree approximately three 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.

Police officials contacted
declined to be interviewed...

Sorry I'm late.

What makes you think
you're late?

Because I always am.

Just go ahead, open it.

...Los Angeles vice
department moved into

the Margate neighborhood...

A card. "To Bill,
love always, Squeakie."

Give me that!

"Squeakie"?

It's someone else.

Thank you, Angela.

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.

You have some 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.

I 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.

If he's alive, he's a witness to two murders,

and he can still ID them.

There's no way
they're gonna let him live.

Where is that kid?

Do you have a gun?

No.

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

It's the coffee.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Look, suppose Marti followed
the drug flow to Hawaii.

That's a giant assumption,
I 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 I doing?

What the hell am I 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.

I tried that.
Well, try again.

I know this cop.

His name is Frank Danton. I met him
when I was working in the DA's office,

my last year in law school.

And I could just call him
first thing in the morning.

Do you really
want this coffee?

No.

Me neither.

Excuse me.

I 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. I can't let you
do that. It's not safe.

Do you think that I'm gonna
trust you to drive my car?

I saw what you did
to that last car you had.

Well, you're not coming with
me. That's absolutely final.

So whatever happened
to old Howard?

Well, he left college early

to go join a mission
in Guatemala.

He wanted me
to come with him,

but I was too afraid to go
so far away from home.

So I 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?

Well, we could stay here,

or I 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,
I didn't mean to.

You know, I...

I didn't mind you kissing me.

I just... I didn't know
what to do.

Oh.

Well.

I had a feeling
that Lila was gonna lead me

right to the players
behind the drug ring.

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

The person I 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.

But where are you going?
The scenic route.

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

But what if they got the license
plate number? I don't know.

They didn't kill us.

They didn't kill us!

Do you think now
we could call the police?

What made you decide
to go to law school?

I don't know.

You know, I just woke up one morning
and I realized that I had been...

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

I mean, I had been a dental
hygienist for eight 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.

I mean, college.

The '70s.

Being part of
the "Me" generation.

Struggling to balance
career and motherhood.

You know,
all the good stuff.

So I wrote to Howard,

and I told him that
I was quitting my job,

and that I 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'd been meaning
to tell me.

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

Sounds like
he'd been real busy.

Yeah.
You know, it's funny,

Howard never had that much
energy when I knew him.

So I cried for about
12 minutes,

and then I resolved
never again to sit around

and wait for somebody else
to make my life exciting.

So you became a lawyer?

Yeah, I thought it would
open up a few doors.

So far my practice has
consisted mostly of dentists

I knew before
I went back to school.

But putting together
this movie deal

is really a big
opportunity for me.

What about Bill?

There's Frank.

Oh, he got a promotion.

Undercover.
Undercover.

Yeah.
Yeah.

You think McKee
was a dirty cop?

I don't know
if he was or not.

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

Well, 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.

Oh, 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 I hear, that's all.

Did you find anything
on the Peters case?

Found a file.
Nothing in it.

Nothing.

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

Thanks a lot, Frank.

Wait a minute.

There is one thing.

I don't know if
this guy can help you,

but he used to be
one of Sam's informants.

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

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

but you never can tell.

Hey, Eddy. Where you going? Slow down.

My friend and I
wanna buy you a drink.

Who are you?
Sam McKee sent us.

I don't know
any Sam McKee.

Really?
That's very strange.

'Cause he knows you.

Nope.

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 Rentzel.

You know, you've been making
some pretty good money, Eddy.

October 4, $50,
August 4, $50.

Wow!

Here's one for $300.
No.

He never gave me
$300 for nothing.

That's a lie.

I can't talk here.

All my friends,
they'd think I was a fink.

McKee never
told me nothing.

Eddy.
Honest to God.

But you hear things,
you know?

Well,
what'd you hear?

Well, there was this shipment, cocaine,

coming in
from the south.

I heard it was
some kind of rush job,

and that McKee was running
protection on it, you know.

When was it due
to arrive?

I don't know for sure.

Where?

I don't know.
I don't know!

Well, you think
you could find out?

Well, maybe we could
talk to a few people.

Tell them what you told us.

Oh, 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 I can do.
Come back tomorrow.

You gonna be
needing that bottle?

A record
of cash receipts?

They don't keep records
of paid informants.

I know.

They'd never pay him
$300, either.

So, where to next?

Well, 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. I don't mind
tagging along.

No. Not this time.
It's too dangerous.

You're not going.
Absolutely not. Mmm-mmm.

Hello.

You know, I probably
shouldn't tell you this,

but I have been jogging by your
house every day for two weeks now,

hoping that
I'd run into you.

You're kidding.

You probably think
I'm terrible.

No, no, no.

Listen, you gotta do what you gotta
do to get ahead in this business.

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

You know, I'm...

I can't believe that you would
take time from your busy schedule

to talk to me
about my little movie.

No, I want you to know that I
really, really appreciate it.

I don't even know
where to begin.

Am I making you nervous?
Oh, no, no. Not at all.

So...

I tell you, though, the
hairiest one was in Jonestown.

I didn't think we were
gonna get out of there alive.

Did you see the special
I did on that?

Oh, yeah. Oh, that was
really something. Something.

Yes.
Yes.

Excuse me. I 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.

Hmm.

Oh, my God!
Get that out of there!

Squeakie, I presume?

I thought
I changed that tape.

Well, I think we have time
to look at one tape

before we really
get down to work.

Yeah, well, fortunately
it won't be that one.

Listen, I know this is none
of my business, Squeakie,

but how come you never gave
Bill his birthday present?

I discovered
I didn't like snorkeling.

Hey, florist.

Oh, no, you keep it.
Hang it over there.

T. C., any luck?

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

Well, we'll just
keep looking.

He's gotta come up for air
sooner or later,

and when he does,
somebody'll see him.

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

No, of course not.

Look, give us some more
of those flyers,

and we'll meet
back here at 6:00.

Yeah.
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.

Well, 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, I read Robin's book.

Come on, I thought you had
prop men for that sort of stuff.

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

Well, then,
give me a stack.

Oh, come on,
give me a stack.

I can watch and tear
at the same time.

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

Well, ladies and gentlemen,
as you can see...

You're tearing up
your own phone book?

The new one's due out.

This is the only way
they can do it right now.

This is Jesse Hermano.
Adiós.

Pavlovich.

Gesundheit.

No, no. Sergei Pavlovich.
And Chetvirukin.

What's his first name?

I don't know.

The people of... Anatol
Chetvirukin and Sergei Pavlovich.

Russians.
KGB, last time I heard.

So much for Jesse's theory about Delgado
not being a stooge of the Kremlin.

Maybe he didn't know
who they were.

Oh, 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.

Well, ladies and gentlemen...

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

Enough to doctor a tape
to drum up support.

I wonder 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.

Well, it's a great theory, but hardly
enough to get an arrest warrant.

Yeah, I 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. I 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.

Gee, you don't get to do
anything yourself anymore.

Hey, map to
the stars' homes?

What? No.
Thomas!

Jesse's meeting Eddy.

Hey, it's only $1.35.
No!

Come on, come on. Give
the little lady a thrill?

All right, fine, here.
Keep the change.

All right! Thanks.
Hey, have a nice day.

Look out!

Are you all right?

Do you ever have any trouble
getting car insurance?

Oh, wow,
like, I'm really sorry!

I was, like, listening to
INXS on my radio, you know.

I mean, like, you're just
driving your car one minute,

listening to your absolute
favorite song,

and, like, the next minute...
Are you okay?

Well, yeah, like,
physically and everything.

It's just cosmically I'm a
little freaked out, you know.

I mean, you could be, like, listening
to your absolute favorite song

one minute, and the next
minute, like, oh, my God...

Like, aren't we supposed to
exchange driver's licenses

or answering services
or something?

We still don't have
a smoking gun.

Well, 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.

Well, if your son hears from
Kenny, will you let me know?

Thanks, Mrs. Acuna.

I was driving by
and saw the light.

I take it
there's been no word.

No.

As irritating as old platitudes can be,

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

Would you like some tea
or something?

No, no.
I won't keep you.

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

I'll call.

Please.

Thanks.

This is it.
I have had it.

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

but just as soon as
I can get ahold of Frank,

I am putting you
in his care,

and then I am going away!

Going away? Where?

Who cares? Anywhere!

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

I should have known
you weren't Howard.

Howard never
called me Cindy!

Oh, come on...
Never!

Maybe we can work something
out about the movie.

Would this something involve
shooting and guns? No.

Did Howard
call you Squeakie?

Oh, come on. 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,

I didn't mean to
drag you into this.

I know how hard it is
on you, believe me.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry
that my movie company

can't afford a trailer
for you to hide out in.

You're... No, you're right.
You gotta talk about it.

It's fine. Yell at me again if
you want. It's fine. Go ahead.

I have absolutely no interest
in yelling at you.

I am an adult.
You are an adult.

I think that we can calmly
and rationally agree

that as long as I am
anywhere near you,

my life is in extreme danger.

Well, I 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!

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

I didn't realize it was you.

Sorry to disturb you.
Good night.

Who did he
think you were?

Cynthia, can I 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.

Well, what's so shocking
about that?

But you don't look anything
like Burt Reynolds.

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

Well, yeah, you...

You do both have mustaches.

You know, I really...

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

Those guys were really
shooting at us.

Yeah, I know.

Oh, my God!

I 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, no, no.
I was wondering...

I need to talk to him.

I 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.

But 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.
On the ground!

Hey, Kenny.

Where's your van?

Oh, it's across town.

After Mark told me
where you were,

I 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,

I think that was
my first dream.

And then I wanted
to be a teacher.

I knew it.

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

No, I mean I knew old Burt
would have Fig Newtons.

I just knew it.

I guess we got
a lot in common.

I guess so.

You want some?

Sure.
Why not live a little?

And then...
Then I wanted to be

a devastatingly
seductive woman

who had dozens of men
dangling on a string.

I think that was the week
I hit puberty.

You know, 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.

So, what happened
to your dreams?

I'm not sure.

Why didn't you
ever get married?

Why didn't you?

I don't know.

My mother's been
married four times.

Mmm.
Got a little confusing.

Not to mention expensive
on Father's Day.

I guess I just didn't want
to make the same mistakes

like she did.

And then lately,
I guess, nobody's asked.

So, your turn.

Why didn't you ever
get married?

I did.

Oh, my God.

Me and my stupid assumptions.

You know, that is why I
could never be a trial lawyer.

I make these huge assumptions
based on little or no information.

You're married now.

No. Well, not exactly.

Hey, you're a married man?
No, I'm not.

It's just that...

I've always kind of, well, sort
of considered myself married.

I knew it.
But I'm not.

I'm not married.

Well, here we are, huh?

Two hopeless romantics,

without a picket fence
between us.

Would you like
a picket fence?

Hello.

Frank, you called back!

Yes, I know that
I called you six times.

Look, we have to see you
right away.

We have photos and we have
these tapes and maybe...

Cynthia, listen. Cynthia.

Oh,
it's Eddy Rentzel.

It's that informant
that you sent us to.

Cynthia.

Oh, and look, he's our only
chance, but I think that...

Thomas thinks that he would...

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Yeah, we'll come in tomorrow.

Okay.

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.

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

with an 18-inch barrel,

a magazine extender,
and four boxes of

O- O buck.

Double-aught?

Right. Double-aught.

You know, I'm gonna have
to see a driver's license

or some other proof
of residency.

Here you go.
Thanks.

You need a riot gun?

Gophers.

You have a permit for this?

This is all there is.

Oh, Lila,
I don't want your money.

I just wanna tell you
a couple of jokes.

Did you hear the one about
the traveling cocaine salesman?

What the hell do you want?
Oh, 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 really cause him
a lot of trouble if they talked.

I don't know what you're
talking about. Lila, Lila.

And I'd like you to leave.
You are throwing off my timing.

Now, things were
going along 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 I play.

What part does she play?

Bonnie Parker.

Now, 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. I
never could tell a joke, Bonnie.

Anyway, here's what
I think we should do.

I think we should call...

Anton Peters.

I 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?

Look, he'll kill me.

Not if he's in jail.

Where's the exchange
taking place?

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

What do I have to do,
dial 9 to get out?

Look, you don't understand.
He's going to kill me!

Yeah, I understand.

Look, I mean, I can't
make you any promises,

but I've worked on a lot
of these cases before,

and I'm sure that you
can get police protection.

I mean, maybe even immunity.

I had nothing to do
with Marti's death.

So that makes your case
that much stronger.

There's two 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 I place the call.

Where's Frank?

He'll be here.

I 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
I have to tell you.

What?

What?
I lied.

I knew that we were ripping
off Robin Masters' book.

I mean I didn't know at
first, but the writer knew it,

and by the time
I found out,

I'd already asked
all my friends to invest.

They're dentists, and they put
up their whole life savings,

and I just didn't have the guts
to tell them that we'd been had.

Well, don't worry about it. We'll figure
something out right after we get married.

What did you say?

What did you say?

I said we'll figure
something out.

No, after that. You asked
me to marry you. I did?

You said after we get married.
I didn't mean to say that.

You didn't mean to ask me to
marry you? No, I meant to ask you.

I 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, I thought
you'd never get here.

Let's go.

Yes.

Yes?

Yes.

I can't tell you what
kind of surprise, Higgins.

Just ask T. C...

I know. I know I was
supposed to check in, Higgins,

but I 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.
I gotta go, I 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.

I mean, I 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.

Mr. Thomas Magnum.

I'll be right back.

This is Thomas Magnum.
One moment, sir.

This better be good, Higgins.

Thomas?

You're not coming, are you?

I want to.

But not just now?

Please. I...

It's okay.

It's okay. Listen...

Does this have something
to do with Bill?

Bill?

Well, you know,
I mean, you...

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

Oh, God, Thomas.

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

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

No, this has nothing...

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.

I guess I'm getting
impulsive in my old age.

Look, there are some
things that I have to

take care of here.
Some obligations.

And then I'd like to...

come over.

Spend some time with you.

You know, see how much
we like each other,

without all the drama.

I'll be there.

Thomas...

I love you, too.

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