All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s02e09 Mad Buck Gibson.eng

There's a guy
falling out of that plane.

Look out!

I got a friend in here

with his jaw wired shut
because of you.

All I want you to
do is keep him alive

long enough for me to
collect back alimony.

You're destroying
Robin's wall.

You sound
exactly like Higgins.

You've met Mad Buck?

Mad Buck.

What are you
looking at?

You, loudmouth.

Buck, no, no! Come on.

You wanna race?

Buck, pull over.

You know, there are
some quotations

that would make
good rules to live by.

For instance,

"Never drive behind
an old man wearing a hat. "

Or another,

"It's always brightest
Just before the storm. "

If I'd remembered that one,

I'd really have
been on my guard

because the afternoon
it all started

was a truly beautiful day.

Magnum.

One moment, please.

Higgins,
if you don't mind,

I'm sort of
in a hurry.

I can
well imagine.

A pressing date
with your surf ski

or are you
rendezvousing

with one of your
divorcee clients

just beyond
the breakers?

As a matter of fact,
I'm running, paddling,

then running again,
against the clock.

So time is
very important.

All that without
wearing a watch?

How fiendishly
ingenious of you.

The time is
running in my head,

it's like an Olympic
athlete in competition.

Who could have thought
one so aggressively prosaic

could have such
an extraordinary fantasy life?

All right.
Forget it, okay?

You satisfied?

It's too late
to run for time now.

Tell me what is it
you want.

Your surf ski,
clothing, and footprints

are on my beach.

Your beach?

You've staked
a claim down here?

For my tournament.
Beach croquet.

As you can plainly see,

the surface has been
expertly raked and rolled.

Beach croquet?

It's a fundraising tournament
for the Art Affiliates.

We're sponsoring
a worthy young artist

for a year in Paris.

If you'd, uh, like to
buy a ticket...

No, I think
I'll just excuse myself

and pick up my things.

I'll even rake my footprints,
if you want.

I thought the word "buy"
would send you scampering.

I know what you're thinking,
but this time you're wrong.

The run-in with Higgins
wasn't the storm.

It was barely
the opening thunderclap.

Thomas!

I know, I know.

I'm raking it up
as fast as I can.

Thomas.

Listen, there's a client
at the bar. A real one.

She even looks like
she could pay her own bills.

Come on, let's go.

Malevolent, vile,
self-centered,

self-indulgent,
not to mention selfish,

and a decorated foe

of the entire
women's movement.

And you want
Thomas to baby-sit?

Only until I collect
a debt he owes me.

But what
makes you think

he needs protecting,
Mrs. Gibson?

Is somebody
out to get him?

Oh, there are only about
140 announced suspects.

But the only one
I'm interested in is himself.

Wait a minute,
I thought Buck was a successful writer.

Oh, he is...

If you want to call
"success" being known

for trashy paperbacks
with covers of

voluptuous blondes
and heroes who are...

Isn't he a friend
of Robin Masters?

Only for about 30 years.

So if he is
coming to the Islands,

he'll be staying
at the estate.

I'm not so sure
about the ethics

of secretly
protecting someone

who's enjoying
Robin's hospitality.

Now look, the ethics
are completely different

between a client
and potential victim

if they're related.

Well, I mean,
in a sort of way.

You see, Mr. Magnum,

I am the original
Mrs. Mad Buck.

Many years ago in Paris.

And the debt
I'm trying to collect is

back alimony.
20 years of it.

Now I have a court order.

All I want you to do
is keep him alive

long enough
for me to collect.

So you and Buck were...

Married. Yes.

Is this some sort of

investigative technique
you've perfected?

I make a statement

and you repeat it
with a question?

It's not that.
It's just confusing, see,

because I've met
three other wives of Buck's and somehow...

You are exactly right.
Let me say it.

I am not now,

nor have I ever been,
a chorus girl.

The sum total of
my measurements

do not exceed my IQ.

And the last time,
the only time

Buck ever called me
"Tootsie",

I punched him out.

Yeah, well, I can't imagine
why you two ever split up.

Neither can I.

First I thought
it was just because he hated marriage.

Are you sure that, uh,
he's coming to the Islands?

Because we haven't heard...

He took an early flight
out of New York.

He should be here
any minute.

What the hell is he doing?

There's a guy
falling out of that plane.

Dramatic,
but hardly original.

Mad Buck?

It's the way he arrived

at the Cannes Film Festival
three years ago.

The only reason
people noticed him then,

when it was original,

was he was holding
a naked starlet at the time.

Yeah? Well, this time
he's not gonna make it

'cause the wind's blowing him
right into the reef.

It's suicide.

Even if he misses the reef,
the surf is heavy.

He could drown
before he gets out of his harness.

A naked starlet?

She was Scandinavian,
so it really didn't count.

"Mad Buck" Gibson

got his name from being

one of the most
adventure-crazed men alive.

Big game in Africa,
mountain climbing in Nepal,

deep-sea fishing in
the Florida Keys...

And when he wasn't
doing that,

he turned out
adventure novels

that were almost
as colorful as his life.

The only trouble was

that life was
in its final chapter

if I couldn't
set a new record

breaking through the surf.

He went out to save him.

Legally,
do you think that constitutes

an acceptance
of my employment?

Hey, look.

The wind has shifted.

He's headed for
the south beach.

Higgins!

Don't look around,
Mrs. Barnes.

It's obviously
some intoxicated...

Higgins!

Look out below!

Higgins! Look out!

Just
a separated shoulder...

Higgins,
if there's anything...

...two cracked ribs,

numbers 4 and 5
on the left side...

Higgins,
if you just...

...a slight
concussion

and an assortment
of abrasions,

all second degree.

I should be back at
the front in no time.

The front?

I mean the estate.

Now, how exactly

did this ruddy nonsense
happen anyway?

You don't remember
Rick yelling at you?

Of course
I do.

My faculties are
perfectly intact.

Nona Barnes and I
were setting out the wickets

on the croquet court.

I heard Rick but
elected to ignore him.

Now, exactly how did
the accident occur?

You know,
that Mrs. Barnes, she's...

She's really quite intrepid.
She's proceeding

with the tournament
despite your injuries.

Well, of course, she is.

Nona comes from sturdy,
resilient pioneer stock.

Now, a-a-about
the accident.

You were hit
by a parachutist.

What?

You were hit by a parachutist.

How?

How...

Blown off course
by the wind.

You know how unpredictable
the wind can be.

Who?

Who could possibly
be so irresponsible,

so criminally negligent? So...

Higgins,
this is the funny part.

It's a friend of Robin's.
A writer.

Well, look, I'm sorry.

I got to let you
get some sleep.

You know, Higgins,
you look really tired.

I must be more seriously hurt
than I imagined.

It couldn't
possibly be

"Mad Buck" Gibson.

You've met Mad Buck?

One further question

in this masochistic
interrogation.

Is it just barely possible
that Mr. Gibson,

having failed
in his kamikaze mission,

is going to get
back in his plane

and leave the Islands?

You're not here to
drive him to the airport?

Actually,

I'm here to drive him
back to the estate.

As a personal and honored
guest of Robin Masters.

Ta.

Mad Buck.

Magnum!

Meet Marlene.

Marlene.
Here. Meet Magnum.

Hi.

You know, I told these idiots
in this hospital

that I could walk
out of here, but now...

There you go,
hold my sticks, will you, buddy?

But now that I got her,
I think I'm gonna hire her

to be my personal
chauffeur forever.

Darling, if I were
two years younger,

you'd be
in big, big trouble.

As a matter of fact,
promise me

you won't get engaged
until I get out of this plaster, huh?

They're getting prettier
and younger every year.

Bye, Marlene.

You know, the last time
I saw her namesake,

I was up in Tarcento,

up in the Italian Alps
near Yugoslavia.

She was
entertaining the troops

and I was covering
the Big Bang

for old
Uncle Henry Louis.

Ms. Gillson,
please report to X-ray...

It seems like yesterday
about 200 years ago.

Come on, Buck.

I'll get you back
to the estate.

Uh, no, no, no,
I gotta see Higgie in here.

I'm sorry I made
such a mess of things,

but I was sure that
was an onshore breeze.

Look, I was just in there.

I don't think it's
a good time to see him.

He's taken
a lot of painkillers.

Oh. Oh, yeah, yeah,
gotcha.

Well...

You know, I think I could
do this better one-handed.

Here. Race me.

I'll race you.

I won!

I know what you're thinking.

Higgins' reaction to Mad Buck

should have been
the final tip-off.

But I have to be honest
with you.

I read a few of Buck's books

under the covers with
a flashlight when I was growing up,

and I was a little curious
to see him in action up close.

Hi.

I just wish I'd remembered
those old sayings

about the price
you pay for curiosity.

Hello.
The gardener let me in.

He also told me
about Higgins.

He is going to be
all right, isn't he?

Well, when I saw him,

he seemed a little out of it
from the medication,

but I don't think
it's too serious.

Good.

I guess that leaves one item
of unfinished business between us.

My protecting Buck.

Exactly.

Now why do I
sense reluctance here?

And don't talk to me
about conflict of interest.

I think
it's deeper than that.

Okay. I'll be honest
with you.

I think I understand,
or maybe even sympathize

with what
Buck's going through.

Funny, you don't
look like

a man with a degree
in abnormal psychologies.

Well, it's hard to explain,
Mrs. Gibson.

It's just that...

It's just that a woman
wouldn't understand, right?

I didn't say that.

Buck's been
very physical all his life.

One day, he wakes up,

sees his beard turning gray,

weighs a couple
of extra pounds,

he's a step slower,

maybe even more
than a step, so...

So he tries tougher
and tougher stunts,

like jumping
out of airplanes?

Come on,
Mr. Magnum.

That's not
youth recaptured.

That's insanity.

I didn't say
it was okay.

I just said
I understood.

It's like my friends and I
when we remember Vietnam.

It was so terrible there,
I don't think

there's any words
to describe it, and yet...

You were never
more alive.

Well, it's not
that we're old.

It's just that
we're not young anymore.

Because you
understand,

you're the one
who can help Buck.

Besides,

I don't want him
to kill himself

before I get
my settlement.

So get on
with it.

Magnum, I hope
I didn't wake you.

But as long as
you're up, come on in.

Why?

Why are you
shooting at the wall?

Practice, my boy,
practice.

Got to keep
those reflexes ready.

You know,
I don't mean any disrespect,

but if you intend to be
a worid-class investigator,

you better learn this.

Buck, I only use a gun
as a last resort,

but when I do,
I got a pretty good idea how to use it.

Yeah, sure, sure,
watch this now.

I learned this in kill camp.

Named after
Mozambique

because that's where
the pattern was established.

I don't care how
they shoot in Mozambique.

Here, we only fire
when we mean it.

I only fire when I mean it.

And you know what
a.45 slug will do.

It could've
gone right through and nailed me in bed.

Not to mention the wall.

You're destroying
Robin's wall.

Did anybody ever
tell you that sometimes

you sound
exactly like Higgins?

Higgins?

Higgins.

He comes home
this morning.

If you
really think about it,

I'm... I'm really adding
value to the property.

You see,

instead of just
a wall with holes in it,

now it's
an artistic creation.

I mean,
I'll... I'll even sign it.

Magnum?

Higgins. You're back.

That's terrific,
but should you be out of bed?

I think I should just
walk you back to the house...

I heard gunfire
and thought it only prudent to investigate.

Gunfire? Shots?

Well, maybe there were
just a couple.

I counted 12,
to be exact.

A.45 automatic,
from the sound of it,

fired in the international
Mozambique pattern,

if I'm not
mistaken.

And since that's
hardly a technique

prominent
in divorce court,

the person
firing those shots

could only
have been...

He's making
the bathroom wall famous.

Please.

Spare me the depressingly
unimaginative details.

Instead, let me
ask you a question,

your opinion, actually,

of the lovely
neo-classical fountain

in the courtyard
of the estate

and the way it compliments
Mr. Masters' new Rolls-Royce.

I think I better get you
back to the house.

The walk down here must...

That blank look on
your face is,

for once,
uniquely appropriate,

because there is
no fountain, no Rolls-Royce.

On his last visit here,
Mr. Gibson destroyed both

when he attempted
to jump the fountain

with the car.

Anyone hurt?

One of the gardeners
developed hysterical amnesia,

but that is not
my point.

Buck Gibson is
a demonstrable menace to this household.

And since Mr. Masters
is incredibly loyal

to his friends,
no matter how undeserving,

a character trait for which
you must be daily grateful,

I can't order him
off the premises.

It sounds like
you want to make some sort of a deal.

A deal?
I beg your pardon.

Hire me to protect the place
from destruction.

Or worse.

I was under the...

I was under the delusion

that either
out of loyalty to Robin

or in your alleged capacity
as a security consultant...

That's right.
So I'll make it easy on you. No money.

Instead, for three months,

the swimming pool,
the billiard room,

the new big-screen TV
moved into the guest house,

and free access
to the wine cellar.

One month,

but the billiard room
and wine cellar are excluded.

Two months.
And that's my final...

I have my own high standards
as a private investigator,

and there are some cases
I just won't take.

Baby-sitting's one of them.

On the other hand,

this was one of
those rare moments

when I didn't
have an assignment,

and if Joan wanted to pay me
for hanging out with Buck,

and if Higgins
wanted to give me

half the estate, I figured,

what's a couple of beers
with a friend?

I mean, what could go wrong
having a few beers?

Nothing, right?

Good night.
Good night.

Mad Buck!

Over here!

You crazy
son of a "B"...

How are you doing?

What are you guys
doing here?

When he heard
Mad Buck was here,

I couldn't stop him.

Mad Buck.

You know Rick
and this is T.C.

He's an associate of mine.

How you doing?
Hi, there.

I know you get
tired of hearing this,

but I've read
all of your books.

No, come on.
Not all.

All 27.

My favorite is
Curse of the Aztec Goddess.

I mean you're sort of
an inspiration to me

because I'm sort of working on
something of my own.

Maybe when I finish a chapter,
you would read it?

Oh, yeah,
you got it, B.C.

T.C.

What are you
drinking tonight?

Bazookas all around.
Double.

Uh, beer.

War injury.

Yeah, yeah, so anyway,
my next favorite one

was Dagger of the Scorpion.

That's where
the guy gets the girl in the bathtub...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Then she gives him
the Mickey.

Hey, Buck,

can you really make
a Mickey out of aspirin,

baking soda,
and aftershave lotion?

Pal, you give me
a medicine cabinet,

and I can make
a Mickey out of anything.

Well, well, what a surprise,
meeting you here.

Don't get up.
Don't get up.

What are you
doing here?

Hello.

Jim! Who let this
tarantula in?

You're looking well
and just as charming as ever.

Well, let me see.

I think I've met
all your friends

except for this
handsome devil.

Hello, I'm Joan.

Better known in some circles
as Mrs. Gibson I.

I wanna find
a joint where the rats

don't drink
with the customers.

Is that a line from
Kitten with a Bloody.45?

Magnum, order me a Scotch.

Magnum?

Are you friends
with this witch?

W- we've been introduced.

Actually, we're
practically going steady.

Buck loves to be titillated.

Oh, and speaking of that,

I have something here
that will just

make you so happy.

Here, would you pass this
to Mr. Gibson?

It's that court order
you've been waiting for, love.

Stuff it back
in your purse.

I'm not touching it.

Drop it in his lap, T.C.

He doesn't have to besmirch
his artistic paws.

Thanks, T.C.

Never let it be
said that

Buck ever put
a pal on the spot.

Here, take this
back to your attorney

and shove it in
his flat briefcase.

Oh, still the insatiable
intellectual curiosity

I fell in love with
20 years ago.

Well, ever mind, snuggles.

I've got
a trunk full of these

and a telephone book
full of process servers

waiting to deliver them.

I'm gonna wipe you out.

I'm gonna drop
your cantaloupe

and furl your sail.

You know, 20 years ago,

Buck Gibson didn't know
what a metaphor was.

Now he's mixing them.

Ah! Please don't beg me
to stay.

I have to go
share this with the worid.

Put it in

that antsy-pantsy
intellectual column you write.

It'll be the best-kept secret
in the Western Hemisphere!

What are you lookin' at?

You, loudmouth.

You listen, lard-gut,

I'd like a few
words with you.

Hey, Buck, Buck,
just a second.

No, no, it's too late
for him to apologize.

Buck, no, no!
Come on.

Will you just
stop it?

He doesn't...

I think I broke my hand.

"The young weapons specialist,
considered by many

"to be the handsomest
American in Saigon,

"stepped from the shower,

"water beading from
his perfect body.

He smiled at the three
eager B-giris and..."

Hey, Rick.
How you doing?

Terrific.
Hi, guys.

Just, uh, doing some
notes for the club.

That's a lie.

You're writing
a book about Nam.

Saigon Sex Machine?

Yeah.

Buck makes
a $100,000 a year

writing this stuff
and I can do it easy.

You write a story
about Nam,

and I'll have my lawyers
in here tomorrow.

You ain't got a lawyer.

I'll get one.

"...stepped
from the shower,

"water beading
from his perfect body.

He smiled at
the three eager B-giris..."

Nurse Chen,
please check in at Station 4.

Oh, you look
a little downhearted, boy.

I got just
the cure for you.

Come join me on my...
on my newest adventure.

Hang-gliding
to Molokai.

What?
Yeah.

Do you know
how far that is?

28 miles.

Across one of
the roughest channels in the worid?

You got a broken hand, Buck,
you got a broken foot.

A few cracked fossils
aren't gonna stop Buck Gibson.

Come on. Let's have
some fun. Live a little.

You know,
that's the trouble with you.

Nothing stops Mad Buck.

I got a friend in here
with his jaw wired shut because of you.

And another guy
who's ready to kill him

for the same reason.

Well, fans. Aficionados.
It's the price of glory.

Buck.

No more stunts.

Or what, pal?

Do you know
anything about baseball?

Yeah, a little.

Sandy Koufax used to
be a personal friend.

I tried to teach
him how to throw...

Ah, yeah. Buck.

Well, see, I wanted to throw
like Sandy, too.

As a matter of fact,
I was pretty good.

I made starting pitcher
on our baseball team.

That was a big deal

because we'd been
state champs for two years.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, I was pretty tough.

Threw real hard,

and my fastball
moved real good.

I had a curve ball so sweet

it would break your heart.

So, you know what?

Every day after practice,
I just expected this

big-league scout to be waiting
with Sandy Koufax's uniform.

Yeah.

I know what you mean.

No, you don't.

No, you don't, Buck,

because the scout
never came.

See, there was this
other guy on the team,

and he practiced
just as hard.

And it came time
for the state championship.

The coach
started the other kid.

And I took it
pretty hard.

Yeah.

Actually,
worse than pretty hard.

But I'll tell you
something.

My dad

did me a big favor.

Made me really
understand something.

About trying harder

or "Not everybody
can be a winner"?

No. Not that.

He said, uh, "Athletics
only last a summer,

however long
that summer is."

Meaning what?

That physical ability
is important,

but you can't define
your life that way

because it doesn't last

and life goes on.

So all I'm trying
to say, Buck,

is you can be
exactly what you are.

You don't have

to keep pulling
these crazy stunts.

That's where
you're wrong, buddy boy.

I do.

Excuse me, are you
a friend of Mr. Gibson's?

Not exactly. Uh, yes.

I'm the ER resident.

I wanted to ask you
a couple of questions about his medical history.

Excuse me, Doctor.

Shouldn't you be
getting that from him?

Believe me, I tried.

Mr. Gibson doesn't seem
to have much regard

for doctors.

If you have any
influence with him,

urge him to go in
for a complete physical.

Is something wrong?

Other than his fractures?

That's just it.

Sometimes almost
spontaneous fractures

like these can
be indicative of

a more serious disease.

Doctor,
there's nothing spontaneous

about his fractures.

First, parachuting in
on the beach.

And then the guy in the bar
must have weighed...

300 pounds, easy,
and a fist like King Kong.

Yeah, Buck did let
a few details slip.

Only thing,

there was
absolutely no trauma

to the foot
and none to the hand.

I can find no relation
whatever between

these fractures
and Mr. Gibson's stunts.

There was a lull
in the Buck Gibson storm.

And I was going to
take advantage of it.

The doctor had started
my little voice talking.

And I didn't like
what it was saying.

Now, I make it a rule of honor

to always respect
another man's privacy.

But, after all,
it was still my bathroom.

Uh, Jimmy.

Jimmy never would
give me his recipe.

But I think

I got his old Bazooka
all figured out.

Two kinds of rum.
Dark rum, light rum,

uh, guava
and creme de menthe.

What do you think,
huh?

Yeah, well, it smells
close enough, all right.

Uh, say, Buck,
you will tell me the truth on this, won't you?

Ooh, absolutely.

Brutally honest, old man,
brutally honest.

Now let's see.

"He stepped from
the shower,

"black and chiseled.

"The enveloping steam
was like smoke.

Otis was ready
for the night."

It needs ouzo.

Ouzo?

Yeah, yeah,
lacks character.

Otis?

Otis?

Otis! Oh, no,
I like it, I like it so far.

It's... it's got,
uh, guts.

Yeah, guts.

Oh, wait till you get
to the tattoo scene.

I got
plenty of guts there.

Yeah, I can hardly wait.

Now, listen.

Uh, T.C., I really want
to do this justice.

But l... I think I can
give it a better read

if I'm all by myself.

Yeah, sure.
I don't want to mess with your concentration.

A- alone,
you know what I mean?

Oh, yeah,
sure, sure.

You don't mind,
do you?

Oh, no. No.

Wanna take
your drink with you?

Uh, no, I don't like
to drink and drive, you know.

Yeah.

Magnificent, isn't it?

You talking
about the scenery

or about Buck?

Why, Mr. Magnum,

I didn't know you were
a man who liked riddles.

Well, I don't very much.
I prefer straight talk.

Straight answers.

Sounds like you, uh,
have some questions.

Yes, I do.

Starting with
the pills Buck takes,

and the bones that were
broken for no reason,

and Dr. Murphy
in New York.

You talked to
Dr. Murphy?

How did you
know about...

Prescription bottle.

But he wouldn't
tell me anything.

A patient's records
are confidential.

But his voice
sure told me something.

You know, Magnum,
I thought I was hiring a bodyguard,

not a detective.

How bad is it, Joan?

Probably nothing
at all.

Or?

Look.

Buck has had
a calcium problem

since he was
20 years old.

If he doesn't
take his pills...

Why does everyone
automatically jump...

They ran a complete
battery of tests on him

72 hours ago in New York.

We should know
something by today.

But will Buck
hang around New York?

No. He has to fly off
here on an adventure.

Dr. Murphy was good enough
to tell me about it.

So you made up
the whole story

about the alimony
so I'd stop him...

To keep him from
making a fool of himself.

And I wish I could think
of one good reason

why I'm bothering.

Now if you come up with
something preposterous

like I still care
about him,

or what he's doing
or how...

God, I wish
I had a cigarette.

Oh, no.

Stop! Stop this instant!

Relax, Higgins,

you got to blow it
all once in a while.

I forbid you to...

You were
supposed to protect...

Higgins, give me
the keys to the Audi.

If anything
happens to that car...

Come on,
I'm losing time.

You idiot!

Come on.

You wanna race?

Buck, pull over.

I'll spot you points.

Pull over.

Meet you back at the club.

I was looking at several
very grim possibilities

involving
the destruction of Buck,

the Ferrari,
innocent bystanders,

or any combination thereof.

There were much fewer
good possibilities

and they didn't come
readily to mind.

Look out!

I'm out of the race.

Get out
of the car.

It was those goats.

Why do I always
brake for animals?

Get out
of the car!

All right, all right,

what's... what's the matter
with you, boy?

You take
a risk like that.

This is my skin.

And Robin's car.

He can buy
another one.

He can afford it,
so can I.

And what about those people
you almost killed,

can they buy
another life?

Magnum, old boy,
nobody was hurt.

By some
incredible stroke of luck!

Look, Buck, if you
want to kill yourself,

leave the rest
of the worid out of it.

We'd like to live
a few more years.

Yeah.

Buck, I know
all about it.

Joan says that the doctor
thinks the odds are

it's just your
calcium deficiency.

Calcium deficiency?

Oh, Magnum.

Magnum, old boy,

don't you have
any sensibilities?

I'm a gambler.
Well, I'm a writer.

All writers
are gamblers.

I'm a carefree,
happy-go-lucky,

adventuresome...

You know...

You see, l... I have...
I have got to have

some fatal disease.

It's poetic.

Yeah.

Oh, boy, I'm tired.
Bone-tired.

Like I've never
been tired before.

I don't want to take
that call from Murphy.

I don't want to know
the results of the tests.

Come on, you got me
talking maudlin.

I hate that.
Take me home, will you?

Well, if I have to wait for
that call with... with anybody,

it might as well be you.

"His massive biceps bulging,

"his muscular chest
covered with sweat,

"Otis pulled Lotus
Blossom's willing,

"heaving body
into the chopper.

"As she covered his face
with desperate kisses,

"he fired his engine

determined to rescue the man
who had sworn to kill him."

Well, the plot is thin,
but it really isn't bad.

Coffee?

Uh, yeah, sure. Why not?

Answer that, will you?

Hello.
Yeah, just a second.

T.C.

Oh.

Hiya, T.C.
How you doin'?

Yeah, yeah. No, no,
I haven't finished it yet.

But so far, so good.

Yeah, I'll let you know
just as soon as I do.

Oh, you're... you're
very welcome. Goodbye.

"Otis could feel
Lotus Blossom's kiss.

It seemed to
cling to his lips."

That's it. I've had it.

I'm going down to the Aloha.
I need a Bazooka.

Come on, Buck.

Take a message.

Hello. Yeah.
Just a second.

It's New York.

It's Dr. Murphy.

Hiya, Murph.
How you doing?

How's things
in the Big Apple?

Yeah, sure,
I'm sitting down. Why?

No kiddin'.

You're kidding!

That's marvelous.

Thank you, thank you, Murph.
Yeah, thank you very much.

I'll see you. Goodbye.

I don't believe it.
It's too corny.

What?

I really do
have bone cancer.

I'm really gonna die.

Buck didn't seem
as shaken by the news

as you'd expect.

That made me suspicious.

Unfortunately, it didn't make
me suspicious enough.

That evening
we had a few drinks,

and Buck put
a little surprise in mine.

He proved a Mickey Finn
really could be made

from what was
in a medicine cabinet.

I had no idea
how long he'd been gone.

I had no idea
what he was up to.

All I had was
the worst headache of my life.

Magnum!

Come in.

I spoke to Dr. Murphy.
You knew.

You found out
yesterday?

Why didn't you
tell me?

He made me
promise I wouldn't.

So what?

Look, Joan,
it's his life.

I hired you.

Yeah, to protect him.

And that's what I did,
or at least I tried.

Well, not good enough.
Not good enough at all.

Now, where is he?

I don't know.

"Sorry for the grief, pal.

"I'm taking off for Asgard.

Tell Joan she's a brick.
Buck."

Oh, the vanity...

Where is Asgard?

Not "where,"
Magnum, "what."

Asgard
is Norse mythology,

it's the home
of slain heroes.

Now we've got to find him
before it's too late.

Joan, he could be anywhere.

But there's
a treatment.

Dr. Murphy said he could...
he could have a remission.

Please, Magnum,

we can't just let him
write himself off.

I know that.

Higgins.

Oh, Magnum.

Glorious morning, eh?

Have you seen
Buck?

Obviously.
Why else would I characterize the morning as glorious?

What do you mean?

Don't you feel it,
Magnum?

The comforting void
of Buck's absence.

Did he say anything?

My, you're grim today.

Has he broken
one of your few possessions?

Did he say anything,
Higgins?

Yes.
And quite out of character.

He apologized
for any inconvenience he might have caused

and left a blank check
to cover damages.

Gave me the impression

he would be gone
for some time.

Is something wrong?

You have any idea
where he was going?

That, I'm afraid,
is between Buck

and the cabby
who called for him.

Magnum, what's going on?

If Buck was saying goodbye,

I knew one place in Honolulu
he'd be sure to go.

I just hoped
I wasn't too late.

Excuse me.

Oh, it's
the beer drinker.

Is Buck around?

Look,
it's important.

What a man does,
where he goes,

that's his business,
not mine.

I'm not a cop.
I'm not a process server.

I'm a friend of his.

I never met
a friend of Buck's

who didn't drink a Bazooka.

I'm trying to save his life!

He was in here.
But he's gone.

What did he say?

Nothing much.
Just "aloha."

And something about

a new worid's
record hand-gliding.

Molokai.

Well, Magnum, I see

you made it up in time
to see me off.

How's your head?

Ah, what a glorious
morning for flying.

Look at Molokai out there.

So close,
I almost think

I'm tempted to do it
without wings.

Buck, just stop it.
Just cut it out.

What are you sayin'?

I'm sayin'...
You know what I'm sayin'.

I'm not gonna
let you do it.

Now let's
get out of here.

No way.

I like the odds here

a lot better than
in New York.

There aren't any odds here,
Buck, and you know it.

Come on, Buck,
you've got a chance.

The doctor says...

Doctor! That's no doctor.
That man is...

No, no. He's gonna cut me up.
I'll die in little pieces.

And what's the alternative,
Buck? Suicide?

Come on,
you're not a quitter. You're a fighter.

At least I always thought so.

And so did a lot of
your readers, like T.C.

They respect
the way you live.

Well, then, for God's sake,

let them respect
the way I'm gonna die.

Come on.

Is this the way
it's going to end up with you and me?

Wrassling around
here in the dirt

before you drag me
down to your car?

Pal, come on.

Don't do this to me.

Well, then I won't do it
to you.

I'll tell it to
that little kid

who had a curve ball that
would break your heart.

And who ached for
Sandy Koufax's uniform.

You see, because I had
a fantasy, too, once.

Never,

never, ever, was I
gonna be afraid of death.

What?

Oh, yeah, always.

Always hated myself for it.

Yeah, I always...

I always ran just a little

too far out
in front of the bulls

when we ran
with them in Spain.

I always pulled the ripcord
just one instant too soon.

I was always afraid of dying.

But now Death
has screwed up.

He's overplayed his hand.

You see, it's the only thing

that we're really
afraid of in death.

We know it's inevitable,
we just don't know when.

But now, don't you see,
now, I know

that Death can't
cheat me of life,

can't cheat me
of... of really,

truly living a full life.

Because now,

I don't have to hold back
something

to save for tomorrow,
for next year, next summer.

Now, I know that
there never will be

another summer.

I know there
never will be another

morning quite as
glorious as this.

You see, I won

because
I've nothing to lose.

What about Joan, Buck?
You know, she loves you very much.

Joan? Tell Joan...

What, Buck?

Tell Joan
she's a good woman,

and I'll meet her
for lunch on Molokai.

Give me a hand here,
will you, and get this thing aloft.

Buck.

What's a pal for
if not to see a pal off, huh?

Okay,
drop the nose.

Don't look so grim, Magnum.

With my luck, I'll make it.

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