All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s02e18 Texas Lightning.eng

I'm a high-stakes
poker player.

And tonight, I'm in a game
with a collection of snakes.

You're about the fastest
dealer I've ever seen.

Could we leave the door open?
It's a little hot in here.

You'll have plenty of
ventilation very soon.

Get in the boat!

We'll get them with
the chopper in the morning.

Get us out of the mess
you've landed us in.

I'm just the bodyguard
in the tuxedo, remember?

J.L.!

is now ready for boarding
at Gate 3.

Flight 193
now boarding at Gate 3.

Thank you.

Halt! Police! Police!

Don't shoot.

All you folks, stand back.
The man's a terrorist.

Is it there?

That's it.

Kill him.

Days merging together
like waves on the beach.

That's why I've never
understood why people

get so excited
over artificial events.

For instance, a birthday
should be a private time,

with maybe a run on
the beach to celebrate.

Not the big,
embarrassing fuss

a person's friends
always make over it.

I should know
because it was my birthday.

And I knew Rick and T.C.
Would be planning something special.

What I didn't know was that
the day would be the beginning

of one of the biggest
disasters of my life.

Hi, guys.

Two cards.

Whoa, I said, two.

Trust me, keep that one.

Hi.

Hi.

A royal flush?

What's going on?

How did you do that?

Isn't it a little early
for card tricks?

It's like drinking
beer in the morning. All a matter of taste.

It's not morning.
It's lunchtime, practically.

And besides,
today is kind of special.

Hey, don't get distracted
by this turkey.

He had the worst touch
for cards in Nam.

On payday, people from
three different countries lined up to get him.

Listen, just because
I wasn't obsessed

with sitting in a hot,
smoky room with 52 pieces of cardboard...

But you're a man of
many other skills.

Including being a top-ranked
private investigator,

who must look devilishly
handsome in a tuxedo.

I'm Jeannie Lowry,
but everybody calls me J.L.

Except some people
call me Texas Lightning

because of the speed
with which I deal.

Thomas, J.L.
Is a potential client.

I'm a high-stakes
poker player.

And tonight, I'm in a game
with a collection of snakes.

These men are so obsessed
with winning that

"They'd kill you as
soon as spit at you,"

as my late husband,
Billy, used to say.

And the head rattler
in tonight's game is Matt Thompson.

Thompson
Electronics' Thompson?

Well, it sounds like
what you want is a bodyguard.

I don't do that kind of work.
Besides, tonight...

T.M., we're talking
very big bucks here.

Well, see, I kind of
have plans tonight

with the guys here,
my friends.

Oh, don't look at me.

I've got a chopper full of
schoolteachers

I gotta drop off
at the Big Island later on.

Yeah, and I got a board
of directors' meeting here at the club tonight, Thomas.

Then let's get down
to gold tacks, Thomas. Money.

Either I double
your regular daily fee,

or 10 percent of what I earn.

And I've been
known to win $250,000

in a white-hot evening
at the table.

$250,000?

In a white-hot evening.

Pull!

Paulo Polo has just been
paid for his last film,

so he has $500,000
in his checking account.

Baron Von Klaus is flying in
from Berlin for the game.

Our honored guest, of course.

Pull!

And one more player you may
find very interesting.

She's a widow of an incredibly
wealthy Texas oil man.

A what, a woman?

Her international
reputation is that

she's as reckless
as she is lucky.

But is she beautiful?

Enough to distract Mr. Polo.

Very well.

You're aware that
the blood of the... those birds

is attracting a school
of sharks.

Well, let's hope that
none of our guests falls overboard.

Pull!

Pull!

Damn waste of birds.

It's the abominable waste
I object to.

Waste?

How can you possibly call
a chance to earn $25,000 in one night "waste"?

It's Higgins' law,
if you will.

Opportunity plus Magnum
equals financial disaster.

Inevitably, the disaster
befalls an innocent bystander.

In this case, Mr. Masters.

Oh, come on, Higgins.

Robin has a whole closet
full of tuxedos in all sizes.

One of them is
bound to fit me.

That wardrobe is
for guests of the estate.

Well, I'm a guest. Sort of.

The "sort of" is
more descriptive of your status here.

Oh, come on, Higgins.
Word of honor.

I promise it'll come back
in perfect condition.

Have you ever considered
the absolutely novel alternative of renting one?

Okay.

Okay, Higgins.
I didn't want to bring this up.

I didn't want
to embarrass you. But it just so happens,

it so happens that today
is my birthday.

Now, I know that you probably
didn't shop for a gift.

So as a favor,
a favor on my birthday,

let me borrow
one of the tuxedos.

Let me understand this.

Today being your birthday,
in lieu of a present,

you want me to loan you
one of the estate tuxedos.

Higgins, you got me a gift!

Good heavens, no.

Then I'll take the tuxedo.

Good.

I'll help you select it.

Higgins, you really did
get me a gift, didn't you?

No, Mr. Masters did.

But since you want to borrow
one of his tuxedos instead,

I will, of course,
be returning the gift.

Returning what?

Higgins, what kind of
a gift is it?

Gentlemen, the game is
five-card draw.

Jacks or better to open.

My late husband, Billy Lowry,
always said,

two of the most exciting
things in life were bringing in a gusher

and drawing to
an inside straight.

To your good fortune,
everybody.

I'll pass.

Pass.

I'll open, uh, for $1,000.

I call.

How can I resist being
in such charming company?

Cards.

I'll have three cards,
my dear.

Three.

And two.

I'll play these.

And the dealer
will take one card.

You know, Mrs. Lowry,

you're about the fastest
dealer I've ever seen.

Really?

The fastest and the luckiest.

Well,

in that case, I'd be honored
to have you deal me my card.

For luck.

Well, may I cut?

Thank you.
Your bet, Mr. Thompson.

$50,000.

That's preposterous.

No, sugar, I think it's just
called high-stakes poker.

Too rich for me.

You know, I feel
so lucky, I won't even look at this last card.

I'll call.

Three aces.

Very nice, but,

let's see what you dealt me.

I must have you deal for me
more often, Mr. Thompson.

Well, I got to
freshen my makeup.

So if you gentlemen
will excuse me,

Mr. Magnum here
will play my hand. What?

And I warn you,
he's a much better player than I am.

Excuse me.

What are you doing?

Just keep raising them.

I want you to come up forward
and give us a hand, okay?

Mr. Thompson said...

I know what your orders are.

Those sharks are
staying with us.

And if those guys come out
and see them, they'll be scared.

And you know how Thompson
feels about taking care of the guests. So let's go.

It's up to you, Chan.

Another $5,000.

Your $5,000

and I'll raise you $5,000.

I've been admiring
your most unusual ring all evening, Mr. Magnum.

May I ask its origin?

Oh, it's a souvenir
of a visit to your part of the worid, sir.

I thought as much.

Another $10,000.

And I'll raise you $20,000.

Have you ever
been to Vietnam?

Several times.
An exquisite country,

despite its recent
transgressions.

Well, I seem to have
returned just at the most exciting moment.

Whose raise is it?

Mine.

But I'm afraid
your friend has outplayed me.

Congratulations, Mr. Magnum.

Thank you.

The way you play,
Thomas, darling.

I think you should
hold the cards, and I'll just bring you luck.

Another drink to celebrate.

Well, uh,

since Mrs. Lowry seems to
be enjoying such remarkable good fortune,

I'd like to propose that
we try to change all that.

Let's double the ante
with every hand.

Agreed.

Mr. Thompson,
I do love the way you deal.

Gentlemen, a rare pleasure.

More than a pleasure,
cara mia.

$300,000 is ecstasy.

Yes. Uh, Mrs. Lowry, if you
and your friend will accompany me to my cabin,

I have to get
the money from my safe to cash in your chips.

Oh, the game's the excitement.
Counting money is such a bore.

Just have your accountant
send me a check.

Well, perhaps it would be
more convenient for him to pay now.

I always settle my debts
on the spot, Mrs. Lowry.

Good policy.

Uh,

could we leave the door open?
It's a little hot in here.

You'll have plenty
of ventilation very soon.

Why, Mr. Thompson,

even in Texas, big losers
don't resort to firepower.

You were in here
and you opened my safe.

I want what you stole.

Now you can give it to me,
or I'll take it from you.

If you don't believe me,
for openers, I will eliminate your partner here.

What's going on here?

I was lookin' for cash,
but I didn't find any.

The story about being
a wealthy widow was a lie.

My husband didn't
leave me a cent.

J.L., he doesn't want
your family history.

Would you please give him
what you took. I'm broke,

except for the money
I put in the pot tonight.

I thought I'd find a bankroll
in your cabin.

J.L., would you
please give it to him?

See? Nothing! Nothing!

Not even car fare home
if you shoot him.

I think he means it.

Then search me.

Hold it! Believe me,
I'll kill you.

Into the closet.
Magnum, get ready to run.

No, wait. We can make a deal.
I'll pay you twice...

Don't tempt me to do
what I'm aching to do already.

Lock 'em in, Magnum.

J.L., the money.
We won it fair and square.

Shouldn't we get the money?

J.L., it's my money, too,
you know.

Shh.

No, it's all right.
We're taking ourselves ashore.

Mr. Thompson said
no one's to leave...

Consider
that order changed.

Get in the boat!

Start the engine.

Give me the gun!

Get in the boat!

Let's lower
the other launch.

No, no.

They're 50 miles from shore.
That launch hasn't been refueled.

We'll get them
with the chopper in the morning.

What I want to know is
how in blazes did they do it?

They had help.

It wasn't me.

I didn't do anything.

Kill him.

No!

Wipe those appalling smiles
off your faces.

Magnum
and Mr. Masters' tuxedo

have not as yet returned.

Higgins, don't you know
that a high-stake poker game can go all night?

Yeah, that Texas gal
is racking up a big score.

And Magnum's in
for 10 percent.

I wish your childlike
enthusiasm were merited,

but my prediction is
that they lost everything.

And Magnum, after seeking
solace in a bottle,

is too intoxicated
to show his face.

Mmm-mmm.

My gambler's instinct says
that J.L. Is a big winner.

And my instinct
is never wrong.

The boy is right.

Wherever those two are,
they're loaded with dough.

And one thing is for sure.

They're having
one terrific time.

J.L., will you stop fooling

with the emergency
transmitter?

Just checking.

I want us to be prepared
if the Coast Guard flies over.

Do you want some water?
You look awfully...

You're right. I am steaming.

Boiling, in fact.

But it's not because
of the sun.

Shoot, it looks like
it's gonna rain.

It's over being played
as a sucker.

All dressed up in a tuxedo,

and... and instead of
getting a rose in my lapel, I get a.38 stuck in my ribs!

Well, why do you think
I hired you?

I warned you in the beginning
Thompson was a killer snake.

"A killer snake"?

I'd be a little upset, too,
if somebody went through my safe.

I explained that.
I'm desperate for money.

Desperate? So desperate that
when we strolled out of there,

you didn't want to take
the $300,000 that we won?

I may be crazy from the heat,
but I'm not balmy enough to buy that.

Well, maybe
I'm just a dizzy female

who got her priorities
mixed up in the panic.

Oh, I doubt that.

Here, get busy.

Because until
you level with me,

I am just going to
sit here and recover from heat exhaustion.

But Thompson's got to be
searching for us.

If you don't paddle,
we're not going to reach that island.

You can't intimidate me.

You can't bully me
into submission.

I don't have to.

I'm sure Thompson would be
delighted to do that.

Besides, in a pinch, I can
always swim to that island.

Okay. Okay.

Score this round
for intimidation.

I didn't go after the money
because I happen to be on assignment

as a government agent.

K- Bay, this is
Coast Guard Hilo, Number 1420.

We got nothing down
here but empty water.

Request proceed to
next search area. Over.

Okay, let's take
a heading of 15 degrees.

Right.

Maybe we'll find something.

Wait a minute.
What's that over there?

K- Bay, got something
at 11 o'clock.

I'm heading down
for a look. Over.

well, now Thomas is probably
having such a good time,

he probably forgot
to come home, right?

Right.

He's probably someplace
right now, blind drunk, celebrating, right?

Right.

Gentlemen, that was
the Coast Guard calling.

Mr. Thompson, on whose yacht
the game took place,

has reported that
Magnum and Mrs. Lowry, against his advice,

insisted on returning to shore
alone in a small motor launch.

It seems they were
quite intoxicated.

Yeah, but even so,
Magnum's one heck of a sailor.

Just like I said.
He was drunk, but he's on his way home.

Mr. Thompson didn't
notify the Coast Guard. It was the other way around.

Debris from the motor launch
has been sighted seven miles off the North Shore.

It seems the boat exploded
and sank with no survivors.

I've got to get back
and refuel.

Can't we stretch it
a little longer?

Only if you don't mind having
to swim back to Honolulu.

We'll get back out
as soon as I refuel.

What if the Coast Guard
keeps on searchin'?

Let 'em. I planted
that wreckage 100 miles out in the wrong direction.

Don't worry, Mr. Thompson.
You pay me to do this.

Find 'em now
or in a couple of hours,

really isn't gonna
make any difference.

A ship or a plane

could appear at any moment.

And I want to get
this transmitter as high as possible.

Magnum, I'm aware.

I am fully and painfully

aware of our dilemma.

All I'm suggesting is just
a moment's moderation

in our sprint up this hill.

In fact, as the person
in charge of this operation,

I should be setting up
the transmitter myself.

In charge?
In charge of what?

I happen to
be a trained agent,

skilled in
all manner of survival.

Now I didn't want to
have to say this to you, Mag, but since you've forced me.

It is my duty to
get us out of the mess you've landed us in.

I got us in? I got us...

I'm just the bodyguard
in the tuxedo, remember?

You're the one who blew
your mission on the boat and turned Thompson on us.

Who steered us
out of any sea lane onto this godforsaken island?

Who stranded us?

We'll talk about that
at the top, if you can make it.

Oh, well,

anytime you want
to switch outfits,

I'd love to race you,

and give you
an hour's head start!

Enough!

I've had it.

I've had it with
your complaints and your orders,

and your commands,
especially from someone who can't keep up.

I can kill men
with these hands.

Why bother, when you can
destroy them with that mouth?

Stop!

Now hold still.

This dress
cost the agency $5,000,

and I'm responsible...

Terrific.

When we get back,
if we get back,

you can tell the agency
that you now have a $5,000 miniskirt.

Whoever your agency
or section or bureau may be.

I already told you,

four times by my count,

you've got no clearance
for that information, no need to know.

Surely they must have
taught you that in Naval Intelligence.

"No need to know," huh?
"No need to know"?

Well, I'll tell you
something else I have no need for.

Carrying this transmitter.

Now, you pick it up
for a while, commander.

Oh!

You know what you are,
Thomas Magnum?

"To the best friend
a guy could have" was,

I believe, the last toast
to the deceased.

However, I don't believe it
for an instant.

Hey, Higgins,

you can't insult my buddy
with him not being here.

Please do not splash
cheap rye whiskey on Mr. Masters' sofa.

He was a hell of a guy.

A hell of a guy.

Maybe not much
of a sailor but...

I've contemplated
Magnum's death.

Theoretically, of course,

given the almost
inevitable consequences of his sordid occupation.

And I know, however
desolated I would be,

I would also experience
a certain...

a certain catharsis
that is singularly missing.

Uh,

run that by me again,
Higgie baby, only this time in English.

I don't believe
Magnum's dead.

You mean, our buddy's alive?

Our buddy is alive?

Yes.

And I propose
we organize a search.

Not unlike
The Battle of El Alamein,

victory will
turn on strong leadership and supreme organization.

Modestly, albeit reluctantly,

I, of course, will assume
the mantle of command.

Hear, hear.

Wait a minute.
Just a minute.

Who appointed you
commander-in-chief?

There being
no further objection,

the motion is
carried unanimously.

I have built
the signal fire,

I've carried everything
up from the boat,

and that's enough wood
to last us for days. Now...

Now may I have
some dinner, please?

You had your choice,
an equal division of labor.

You could have caught the fish
and cooked it,

a trained survivor like you.

I meant a city survivor.
Just ask me to...

to find a cab on Fifth Avenue
at rush hour,

or infiltrate the best resort
hotel on three continents

in four languages,
and I'm dynamite.

I just never planned
on being stranded without room service.

If that's an apology,
then I accept.

An apology?

It's... it's maybe
a peace overture.

Is that almost done?

Well, then I accept,
and it is, but...

Mmm.

Be careful, it's hot.

Just hold still
for a minute, will you?

Don't...

I told you it was hot.

Give me your hand.

This may sting
a little bit.

Don't worry, I'm tough.

Ouch!

Tell me something.

Why'd you hire me?

Why didn't the agency
send in a number two?

And don't tell me,
"It's because they didn't have anybody

who looked good in a tux."

Eight days ago,

my partner was killed
at International Airport in Miami.

His throat was cut.

We figured he'd gotten
the microfilm,

but they murdered him
before he could make contact with the agency.

What I don't get

is if Uncle Sam knows
what Thompson's doing, why don't you just...

Close him down?

Yeah.

When you're dealing with
the man who owns, owns mind you,

the fifth-largest
defense supplier

in the country,
you need proof.

That's the microfilm.

Who's the buyer?

The Oriental in the card game.

He's a Chinese general.

Done.

Thompson, uh, auctioned
the microfilm to him for $10 million.

Plans for a, critical part
of our STEALTH technology.

I guess, uh,
gambling losses add up,

even when you're
the fifth-largest, uh...

Um...

So Thompson's deal
with the Chinese is exclusivity.

And until they got
the microfilm back,

or kill us...

Where is that microfilm,
by the way?

Mmm,

Thomas, you're
a wonderful cook.

And actually you're...

you're a wonderful hero.

When the bullets
were flying on the yacht,

I felt the kind of
rush of blood pumping

I've only had,

well,

when the cards are

just,

just...

Are you still mad about
your 10 percent of the $300,000?

Where's the microfilm?

On the boat.

I hid it there when I realized
Thompson suspected me.

Are you satisfied?

Uh-huh.

It's a chopper.
I think it's the Coast Guard.

I'll light the signal.

No, t-they won't see it
from that direction.

The transmitter
will bring it in.

Wait. No!

They're heading
the other way!

Is it broken?

It isn't set to
the international rescue frequency.

Set it to 121.5 MHz.

The tuner's jammed.
I can't change the frequency.

It doesn't make sense.

God only knows
what Thompson's got that...

You don't suppose
he's got it set to a frequency on the yacht?

If it is, it means we've been
signaling him all this time.

The Hawaiian Islands are
actually hundreds of islands.

Some of them are so small
that they're covered by the ocean at high tide.

Higgins, Higgins, enough of
the tour-guide chatter, man.

Just look.

I don't know why
we are looking here anyway.

The Coast Guard said
they found the wreckage off the North Shore of Oahu.

Yeah, but according to my map,

that's exactly
where it shouldn't be.

We're proceeding
on the assumption that this rotter Thompson

gave the Coast Guard
totally false information.

In which case, according
to winds, currents, and tides,

Magnum should be
somewhere out here.

Of course, Thompson could be
such a blackguard

that he told the truth
assuming we'd think he was lying.

I remember a case
in North Africa

when we took an SS officer
prisoner just after Tobruk.

Well, you can imagine
our fierce determination to discover Rommel's plans.

They worked on him
for a week. Nothing.

Then they brought me in to...

I'm sorry, Thomas.

No. You were only
doing your job.

I'm sometimes melancholy
about this work.

This life.

When I started out,
things were all in crisp black and white.

And now...

I'm sorry.

Would you believe me
if I told you...

It's coming back.
The signal fire.

Magnum.

When it blazes, throw some
weeds on it for smoke.

Stop right now.

Please.

Don't make me.

What, are you crazy?

You lied.
You lied to me.

I said I was an agent.

I just didn't say
what country.

Russian?

Don't light that fire.

You reset the transmitter.

You broke the knob.

It's set for one of our subs.
It's on its way.

Thomas, you can hide.

When they pick me up,
I'll tell them you were killed.

And then, when I'm safe,
I'll call the Coast Guard. Don't...

Don't look at me that way.

I don't believe you.

It's true.

I wish...

I wish it were different.

No.

I don't believe you'll shoot.

What do you make of that?

I don't see nothing.

Precisely why I had
the foresight to bring the binoculars.

Hey, I see smoke.
T.C., that's a signal fire.

Come on.

Come on, T.C.

Boy, am I glad to see you.

It's mutual, buddy.

Oh, my God,
the bloody tuxedo.

Magnum, get your head down
or you're going to get it blown off.

Come on, baby,
you can do it.

Now this dress
is really ruined.

Don't worry, J.L.
It's not bad.

You're going to be
all right.

If you can
get us out of here.

I'm trying, baby!
I'm trying.

Come on, T.C., what are you
holding back for?

I ain't holding back.

We got five people
holding us back.

You want to outrun this cat,
someone's gotta get out and walk.

Can you get above 'em?

You got it, baby.

The hospital will
be discharging her in the morning.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

She is a Russian spy.

I know.

But Thompson's dead.

The security leak's closed.

She's still a Russian spy.

She could have
killed me out there,

got away on a sub,
but she didn't.

She's still a Russian spy.

Higgins, I know.

But what's the harm
in letting her go?

She doesn't have
the microfilm.

Magnum,

stealing STEALTH secrets

is hardly the same thing
as pinching lipstick from the local five-and-dime.

I was born in Russia,

in what was
left of Stalingrad, right after the war.

Part of what I told you about
Texas Lightning was true.

My father was sent to Houston
on a diplomatic mission when I was five.

I remember, because I'd never
had ice cream before.

I lived there until I went
back to Moscow to college.

I met Billy Lowry

at a diplomatic reception
in Houston when I was visiting old friends.

Were you already an agent?

When I married him? Yes.

But it never mattered until...

The latest in
spring accessories.

I hope you like it.

You look terrific.

I wanted to look my best
for whoever's waiting.

Who is waiting, Thomas?

Naval Intelligence?
The FBI? The CIA?

The agency?

Or do I need to know?

Nobody.

I'm giving you a head start.

This isn't the way
it's supposed to end.

I could finish this
and meet you

in Europe next year,
in Switzerland.

Or we could just run,
now, together.

There's just one thing.

The microfilm.
You've got to give it to me.

I don't know where it is.

Don't forget this.

You better get going,

or you won't be able to
make your plane.

Mr. Magnum,
I'm so glad I caught you.

I have something for you.

Mrs. Lowry asked me
to give it to you.

When?

This morning.

I walked into her room
and she had it all apart, in pieces, on her bed.

She asked me
to give it to you

only if you
didn't leave with her.

Do you understand?

But she was waiting
for me to tell her.

And me?

I was waiting for her
to tell me she had it.

Both of us wanting
to believe in the other,

but both demanding proof.

And that, as they say,
is the hell of it.

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