All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s05e05 Under World.eng

Your brother's condition
has stabilized for the moment,

but he remains
in a very deep coma.

The question is,
what is in that case

for which people are
so cavalierly willing to kill?

The bullet severed
the line to the main rotor.

That's why he crashed.

Somebody shot my brother down.

Whoever shot T.C.
Also shot Higgins.

That means
the case is still hot.

You don't think he's gonna
pull through, do you?

All we can
do now is wait.

Sooner or later,
decisions will have to be made.

Love is
a many-splendored thing

It's the April rose
that only grows

In the early spring

Love is nature's way of giving

A reason to be living

That golden crown

That makes a man a king

Once on a high and windy hill

In the morning mist

Two lovers kissed

And the world stood still

And your fingers touched

My silent heart

And taught it how to sing

Yes, true love's

a many-splendored thing

Gee, that was
pretty good. Uh-huh.

T. C: Thank you,
thank you, thank you.

It's my Hawaiian
Honeymoon Special.

I didn't realize
you could fit so many songs into such a short flight.

You get more for your money
when you fly Island Hoppers.

T. C: Okay,
here we are. Maui.

There you go.

Thank you,
Mr. Calvin.

Oh, hey, you're welcome.

And, hey, you two, have
a wonderful life together.

Thanks, we will.

Good luck
with your business.

Oh.

Come on, honey.
Let's see the hotel.

Okay, honey.

Excuse me.
Yo.

Is your helicopter,
by any chance, for hire?

Ha!

Fish got to swim

Birds got to fly

Theodore Calvin is
king of the sky

Where do you
wanna go, mister? No, not me.

Not me at all,
but I have to get these contracts

to my business associate
on Oahu immediately.

I have no time for
conventional conveyance.

Hey, hey, hey,
no problem.

Just give me a chance
to get a little bit of grub,

take a little layover
and I'll be...

Please, I'll pay you
whatever you wish.

Of course, I wasn't that
hungry anyway. How about 50...

Is $300 enough?

It's a pleasure
doing business with you, sir.

Contracts?
And samples. Here you are.

Please hurry.
Oh, hey, I'm gone.

Oh...

Tell your associate in Oahu

to meet me at Island Hoppers
in 55 minutes.

I thought the flight
was 45 minutes?

It is.

But I've got to make
a stop in Molokai.

It won't take any more
than 10 minutes, I promise.

I'll give you an hour.

...know I exist

And this you can fix

Cupid draw back your bow

And let your arrow flow

Straight to my lover's heart
from me

Mr. Calvin?

Mr. Calvin.

Mr. Calvin.

Yes?

Dr. Ibold,
to OB 3. Dr. Ibold...

How's T. C?

Your brother's condition
has stabilized for the moment,

but he remains
in a very deep coma,

and I don't know when
or if he will come out of it.

If he does, will he be...

It's too early to tell
about brain damage,

if that's what
you were asking.

He was submerged
and trapped underwater for a very long time,

was your brother.

The emergency team
has treated the other injuries,

the broken bones,
the abrasions.

But all we can
do now is wait.

Well, I came out here
to be with him on my vacation

and that's exactly
what I'm gonna do. Be with him.

Have you notified
the rest of the family?

Yes.

And his friends?

Well, no,
I don't know any of his... - Hey, Doc.

Where is he?
How is he?

Hold it.
Will he be all right?

Settle down a minute,
will you, please?

T.C. Is
in a coma now.

And his brother will
explain the rest.

Right now,
I've got to go upstairs and deliver a baby.

I'll be back soon.

Jerrold Calvin.

I know it's kind of hard
to keep all of us Calvins straight.

I'm brother
number four.

You must be
his buddies.

I'm Thomas Magnum,
this is Rick Wright.

How are you?
Hi, Rick.

Jonathan Higgins.
Jonathan, nice to meet you.

I was on my way
to a meeting at the Yacht Club

when I heard the news
on the radio.

And as much as
the hospital was near by...

Jerrold, would you
like some coffee?

Yes. I'd love some,
thank you.

Jerrold,
can you tell me,

did the doctor
say anything else?

Is there anything else
you can tell us?

Well, he said
T.C. Was underwater for a long time...

There's something
about vending-machine coffee

that I've always
associated with waiting.

That's because the only time
you usually drink stuff like this

is when you're at a hospital
or a police station

waiting to see about a friend,
or sometimes a relative.

And sometimes,
too many times really,

a hospital room
is the only place

you're sure to see
those long-Iost relatives,

or friends that you've
forgotten to call or visit, but should have.

God, I hate this stuff.

So I said to him,
"Look, Teddy,

"there's only one way
you're gonna keep from losing your lunch money."

And he said,
"Yeah, run."

That doesn't sound
like T.C. To me.

Well, maybe not now.

You're the one
that taught him how to box?

Well, let's just say
I just started him off in the right direction.

As a matter of fact,
two years later, T.C. Saved my butt.

Now, I never will forget that.

These two jokers were trying
to rob my dad's store.

I was the one talking
about "let's run."

T.C. Stood up to them.

Well, you had
a fine example.

For T.C. Is indeed a man
of exemplary character.

You don't think he's gonna
pull through, do you?

I never said any such thing.

Then quit talking about him
like he's a saint.

He's T.C.

Nothing more, nothing less.

And I think, Magnum,
the strain is beginning to show on you.

I was merely making
an objective observation.

Nothing more,
nothing less.

You missed your meeting
at the Yacht Club.

Quite.

Now, since everyone,
including Dr. Ibold, has assured us

that there is nothing
we can do,

I suggest
we all go home.

I'm sure we'll
feel much fresher in the morning.

The invitation,
of course, extends to you.

A few hours' sleep
at the estate and a change of clothes.

Oh, no, thank you.

Thank you very much,
I appreciate it.

I'm gonna stay here
with T.C. I'll be fine.

Well, all right.
Thanks a lot.

I really wanna thank you guys
for being my brother's friend.

'Cause I have a feeling that
a man couldn't do any better.

Thomas,
I don't like this.

It's 6:00 in the morning
and you haven't been to sleep.

Neither have you.

Yeah, but I'm not the one
that's diving 50 phantoms deep into the ocean.

It's fathoms
and it's only 15.

Well, what's that
in feet?

Ninety.

What, are you nuts?
Why don't you wait for the FAA

or the National Transportation
Safety Board?

I mean, they're gonna be
investigating this thing later in the day anyway.

Let them check it out.
They're not T.C.'s friends.

Thomas, still,
you don't...

Look, I got to know
what caused it.

T.C.'s a good pilot.
He takes good care of his machine.

And since when did you become
an expert on helicopters?

Since one of them
almost killed him.

Besides, what else
can we do?

Hey!

He may be your friend,

but he's my brother.

Where you go, I go.

Jeez.

I was beginning
to get worried about you guys.

What'd you see down there?
Charlie the Tuna or what?

It wasn't an accident.

The bullet hit
the control pod.

Come on.
How do you know that?

The bullet severed the line
to the main rotor.

That's why he crashed.

Somebody shot my brother down.

The only thing worse
than waiting for bad news is finally getting it.

But once you do have it,
there's a kind of strange relief.

Because at least you're
in possession of something you can understand.

For instance, I understood
that somebody shot T.C. Down from the sky.

Now I could at least
try and find out who.

Why.

At least I wasn't
just waiting.

But as far as T.C. 's condition
was concerned,

all any of us could do
was still wait.

And that was
the worst part of all.

Well?

What'd they say?
What about T. C?

Well, there's
no change.

I've been here
the whole time.

They listened.

Lieutenant Tanaka
was real interested.

The National Transportation
Safety Board was real interested.

And they're gonna
start an investigation in two days.

Two days?

That's how long
it's gonna take

to get the salvage equipment
to the site.

You mean to tell me
that everybody's gonna sit on their butts for two days

and do nothing?

Not everybody.

Oh, I got you.

Well, listen, whenever you're
ready to go back down again, I'm ready.

Oh, thanks, but I don't think
anybody's gonna be going down there for awhile.

Lieutenant Tanaka
put a guard on the pier.

What do you propose
that we do?

Find out
who did this to T.C.

How?

Well, since T.C.
Can't tell us,

I think we're gonna
have to recreate his day.

I went down to his office
and got his logs.

That's where
we'll start. We?

Yes, we.
Everybody tracking down a different lead.

We've got a lot
of ground to cover.

Now, who wants
to go to Maui?

Thank you.

Your attention, please.

The shuttle bus to Lahaina
and the Maui Convention Center

will be leaving
in 10 minutes.

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Yes?

I wonder if you could
perhaps help me out.

Sure.

Could you give me
the room number of Jack and Nora Phillips?

You see...

Oh, I'm sorry.
There's nobody registered under that name.

I see.

But there must be
some mistake.

They're honeymooners,
actually.

My name is
Walter Brimecombe,

and I'm the father
of the bride

and, well, my daughter Nora
and her husband, Jack,

checked in here last night.

They were supposed to meet
Mrs. Brimecombe and me in Hana for dinner.

And then we were supposed
to go on a moonlight cruise.

But when they surprisingly
didn't show up, naturally...

I'm sorry, they're not here.
And they wouldn't be.

You see, the hotel has been
booked solid for the past week with a scientific convention.

Are you sure
you have the right hotel?

Well, of course I'm sure.

I wonder
where they could be.

We were so looking forward
to their honeymoon.

I'm sorry,
I just don't know.

With in-laws like you,
I guess I'd be hiding out, too.

Inspector Bennett,

National Transportation
Safety Board,

Unit 11,
Special Investigations.

I'm here to interview
the witnesses about the incident.

Over there.

Thanks.

Say, Officer,

keep your eyes open,
this ain't a flop.

Yo!

Hey! Anybody home?

Yeah, we're home.

That's great.
I gotta ask you guys a couple of questions.

Inspector Bennett, National
Transportation Safety Board

Unit 12,
Special Investigations.

You're here about
the chopper, huh?

Well, we already
talked to the cops.

Yeah, well, maybe you did,
but you didn't talk to me.

Oh, big deal.
Does that mean we get on the news again?

No, but the boys
down at the department are awful proud of you fellas.

In fact,
they're gonna give you a special commendation

from the Secretary himself,
just for pulling that pilot out of the chopper.

But I'm here to talk to you
about something else.

A reward?

Maybe, if you can answer
a couple of questions.

Yeah? Like what?

We've got reason to believe
that a rifle bullet brought down the chopper.

Now, judging from the point
that it went down,

the trajectory
would put the sniper right here in this area.

What I'd like to know
from you fellas is

did you see
anything suspicious?

Any strangers
lurking around here right before the accident?

Uh-uh.

You see anybody?

Uh-uh.

Hey.

How much you say
that reward was?

Just name it, pal.
I want the guy with the gun.

I'm sorry, man,
but we'll keep thinking about it, okay?

What about the people
in this next boat?

Yeah, sure.
You can ask them.

You better bring
an interpreter

because all they speak
is Vietnamese.

"I want my brother
to live."

"I want my brother
to live."

Remember, that's what
you told me that little kid said to you at Bao Loc?

And you saw
those two kids hiding behind the hooch.

Well, I want my
brother to live, too.

Do you hear me, T. C?

Please, man, don't die on me.

Please, don't die on me.

He won't.

He won't.

Look, Jerrold, why don't you
go back to the estate for a couple of hours?

You need it.

No.

Thanks, Rick,

but I'm gonna stay here
with T.C. He needs me.

Higgins brought me some stuff
to shower and shave with.

I'm gonna be fine.

Where's Thomas?

Come here.

He's still at the Coast Guard
listening to their tapes and stuff.

Oh, great.

Yeah.

With you finding out
nothing at the dock,

I guess that means we're
just in great shape, huh?

Yeah.

What about Higgins?

Well, he's two hours
late calling in now.

Hey, maybe that means
he's on to something.

With Higgins it could mean
just about anything.

Look, can you excuse me
for a minute?

I got to call home,
I forgot the time.

I gotta call
my mom and dad.

You got any change?

Oh, sure.

Sorry, I saw nobody
like the couple you were talking about.

But...

But you took my $10.

Oh, yes, thank you.

And I answered
your question.

No wonder he's always broke.

Thank you, thank you
very much. Aloha. Excuse me.

Give me five minutes, bro.

We're a little busy
today, huh?

That's quite all right.
I just wanted to ask you a question.

Like what's my favorite color?
My favorite song?

Hey, is this some kind of
radio quiz or something?

Will I win a million bucks?

Perhaps not. But, you may win
the good will of a critically injured friend of mine

and those who
care about him.

It's extremely important
to us if you could perhaps offer some assistance.

Sure. What do you
wanna know?

If yesterday you saw
a young honeymoon couple enter the hotel?

I'm not quite sure
exactly what...

Sure, I think I saw
who you're looking for.

What I mean is, we've had
nothing but these old, fuddy-duddy scientists

in here for a week flat

and anybody under 80
kind of sticks in my mind.

That's probably why
they split the scene. - Dr. Einstein...

I beg your pardon?

Well they came inside

and I said, "Hey,
let me take your bags."

They said, "No, thanks,"
grabbed them off the cart

and stood by the fountain
for 10 minutes,

until some guy came
and picked them up.

What did this guy
look like?

Just a guy. Haole.
I guess around 40.

He was wearing a white suit
and a wimpy purple tie.

Kind of talked like you.

I see.

They said they were
at the wrong hotel.

Said they meant
to go to the... To the Coconut Coast.

You are sure?

Of course, I'm sure.

One moment.

Why are you so sure?
You see hundreds of people come and go every day.

How did you remember them?

Because
they tipped me anyway.

Capital!

Will you shut
this blasted thing off?

We can't shut it off.

Why not?

Insurance regulations.

Besides, we're obligated
under the Hippocratic oath

to make use of every faculty
of modern science available to us in your treatment.

This isn't treatment,
it's torture. Hmm.

Much more of this incessantly
shrill sound and I shall surely go stark raving mad.

Well, don't blame me.
You're the one who insisted upon being flown back

so you could be
in my care.

Hardly.

I merely wanted to be
in close proximity to T.C. In case his condition changed.

And I wouldn't, by any
stretch of the imagination,

characterize this
as "care." I would...

Higgins, will you
please lighten up, you've been shot.

Now, were you able...
It's not the first time I've tasted lead, either.

I remember
one time in Kenya, much worse than this.

I was on safari,
carefully stalking a herd of white rhino

for more than three hours.

The only thing was that,
unbeknownst to me,

another hunter was
approaching the herd from the upwind side.

Higgins, were you able to
get a look at who shot you?

Of course, I was.
He was a Belgian chap

who hadn't the foggiest
notion of the etiquette of big game hunting.

Needless to say...

On Maui, Higgins!
On Maui! Who shot you?

How would I know?

The blackguards ambushed me
from the side of the road.

Now, about this Belgian chap,
his name was Francois Fornier,

and despite the fact
that he had a quite severe asthmatic condition,

he was able to carry me
on his back for four days

back to the base camp.

Of course,

by the time

we got there...

Right on time.

Hey, Doc, he's gonna be
all right, isn't he?

He should.

There was
considerable blood loss, but it was a clean wound.

What about T. C?

I don't know.

I just left Magnum
and Jerrold

and that situation
is not quite as clean.

For the moment,
all we can do is wait it out.

Wait a second.
What does that mean, "for the moment"?

He'll either
come out of the coma on his own or he won't.

Sooner or later,
decisions will have to be made.

I'm real tired
of waiting, Thomas.

I got to do something.

You are.
You're here with him.

Yeah. For the first time
in years, too.

You know,
you bum around the world and you lose contact

and then you finally
show up to this.

Man, I'm telling you,
it's like somebody's playing some kind of lame trick on me.

Or T.C.

Yeah, T.C.

I don't know how much longer
I'm gonna be able to deal with this.

I mean, I don't know
how many more times

I'm gonna be able
to talk to my mom on the phone

and listen
to all the questions she has in her voice

that she won't ask out loud.

I just feel I've got
to be doing something. Something more.

Something real.

Well, being here
with T.C. Is real.

Talking to him. I mean,
maybe he can't see or hear us but...

You know, somehow,
I think he does.

How? I just don't think
it's working.

Well, I think it will.

You're talking about God?

Somehow or another,
I just feel that I'm all prayed out.

Well, I prayed, too.

And I know it's not enough.
I know you've got to do more.

I don't know about you,

but I believe you got to pray
to God as if you couldn't get anything done without Him,

and then
you go about doing it as if he doesn't exist.

You mean,
take care of business.

Yeah.

But you see, that's exactly
what I'm talking about.

I mean,
we've been everywhere, we've done everything.

So I don't see what good
sitting and talking to T.C. Is gonna do?

I mean, I'm sorry,
I just don't.

How do we get through?

Maybe we don't,
but we gotta try.

I get these feelings.

I guess I...

I call him my "little voice."
I know that sounds dumb,

but it's like
an early warning system, or a conscience.

Or maybe, it's just a way
of communicating to myself

how I really feel about
something deep down.

And I think that
we all have something like that.

I think we communicate
those deep down feelings

with others
that we care about.

And it's not just
by talking about it.

This isn't making
any sense, I'm sorry.

I guess,

what I mean is

if there's a real connection
with somebody you care about, ultimately they hear you.

And that's why I think
T.C.'s gonna hear us.

Well, I'll take
that "ultimately" when it happens.

But what about now?

Well, I think
maybe we ought to take another dive down there,

before the police
dredge it up.

Hey, I'm game.

Well, maybe
we missed something.

This your
"little voice" talking?

No, just T.C.'s friend.
I'll see you at dawn.

You know, we could
get arrested for this.

Oh, you're not gonna
let that happen, are you, Inspector?

I mean, I still
don't know what we're looking for down there.

Me, either.

Then how do you know whatever
you're looking for down there is still down under there?

Because whoever shot T.C.
Also shot Higgins.

That means
the case is still hot.

"Hot?"

Yeah, like in "not cold,"
like in "keep an eye out while we're down there."

You ready?
Let's do it.

All right, we'll start with
the perimeter wreckage first,

examine everything
in the circle, then work our way towards the center

where the main sections
of the chopper are.

Well, that could
take a couple dives.

Yeah, but that's why
Inspector Bennett here

is gonna buy us
all the time we need.

Right?
Oh, sure, sure.

And what if
you find nothing hot down under there?

Rick's questions
were the same ones I had already asked myself.

And hot, cold
or lukewarm, I really didn't have the answers.

All I knew was the chopper
was the last place to look for them.

And the only place
we had after that was the hospital room.

And at last report,
T.C. Still wasn't talking.

Cardiac arrest,
Room 6, code blue.

T.C.

T.C.

Naturally, I could never trust
Lieutenant Bancroft again,

much less look
him in the face.

Which reminds me of a similar
experience which occurred in the Suez in '56.

I was on camel patrol
with an officer newly transferred to our unit,

Captain Nigel Thornberry,

who was quite anxious
to prove himself to the rest of the lads.

So, naturally,
when the Colonel asked,

Thornberry was
the first to volunteer

for the quite
dangerous job

of tracking the entrenched
forces of the Egyptian Third Division.

And just as naturally,
the Colonel prevailed upon me to accompany him,

no doubt because
of my extensive experience

with those
recalcitrant buggers.

You know, the camels,
I mean.

Now, quite unluckily,
as it happened,

our guide was
a 12-year-old Bedouin lad named Jamaal.

This was his first
mission, too.

However, he assured us
that he was quite familiar with the terrain,

and that his heart was
as big as the Siwa Oasis.

Unfortunately, it was.

For Jamaal and his camel
riding a couple of miles ahead of us,

were quickly captured
by a roving group of desert bandits.

We tracked them
for a full five days,

and the cries of pain
and terror emanating from the enemy campfire at night

were enough to bring tears
to the eyes of the most hardened warrior.

Much less Captain Thornberry,

who was reduced to a
state of abject helplessness,

as he could only listen
as the fiends tortured the resolutely brave lad who,

nevertheless, refused
to reveal our position.

Well, I knew
I had to act fast,

I knew I had
to devise a plan.

So...
Higgie baby...

Late on the sixth night...

Will you shut up?

T.C.

You're driving me crazy.

I got to get some sleep.

My God, man,
you've been asleep for almost two days.

No.

I believe
the technical term is "coma."

Good night.

T. C?

T. C?
What?

Don't go back to sleep.
I'm afraid you might lapse. Please.

What happened to you?
You been in a coma, too?

Well, of course not.
I've been shot.

Shot?

Yes. While I was on Maui
attempting to "pull a tail," as Magnum would say.

Of course, I prefer
to believe that my methods

are somewhat more
sophisticated inasmuch as...

Higgins, please,
just the essentials.

I got a headache
you wouldn't believe.

Try me. Nonetheless,
if you insist.

Apparently I was shot
by the same knaves who shot you out of the skies.

Furthermore...

Shot me?

Yes.
You mean I...

Yes. You were shot down.

Right now, as we speak,
Magnum and Jerrold are scuba diving

amongst the wreckage
to try to determine...

Jerrold?

Yes, Jerrold Calvin,
your brother.

He's been here
all the time.

You sure?

Well, of course I'm sure.
He's been of enormous help.

My brother Jerrold?

My God, man,
what's so remarkable about that?

Nothing.

I got a lot of brothers.

None of them
are named Jerrold.

Now can I go back
to sleep?

It's a miracle.

I really didn't want
to say anything before

without being
in full possession of the facts,

but in medical parlance,
I thought for sure you were a goner.

Dr. Green, line 2...

And all you were doing
was talking to him?

Yes, quite.

But never mind
about that.

What about this chap
who's been masquerading as T.C.'s brother?

How was he allowed in?

He arrived at the hospital
a few minutes after T.C.'s admittance,

and I suppose
in the heat of trying to save T.C.'s life,

no one thought
to ask for an ID.

He was really convincing,
you know, really helpful.

He even offered to make
the call back to the family on the mainland.

If my family were
to find out about this, they'd kill me.

But they'd be here.

Of course.

The question remains, then,
who is this man impersonating your brother?

And why?

I'm afraid the only person
who's going to be getting any answers is Magnum.

Come on. Come on, Thomas.
What in the hell are you doing down there?

A camera case.
An ordinary camera case.

You know, the kind that
I use for aerial shots.

What's so important
about that?

I'll ask the questions.
And then he just vanished?

Yes.

He went into the hotel where
the honeymoon couple went.

The honeymoon couple
who never checked in.

Maybe because it was full.

Yes of course, it was, because
of the scientific convention.

But two people
planning a honeymoon

would have known that
well in advance.

Obviously, the Phillips'
hiring of you was a well planned ruse

to surreptitiously
introduce you to Mr. Bates and his case.

And the presence of Jerrold
here at this hospital was a hastily planned one

to find out from you
where that case was.

But why on earth
would he think it to be anywhere

other than down
with your helicopter?

Maybe...

Maybe it was because
I stopped off on Molokai.

I dropped off
some balls and gloves for the boys' club there.

Aha, so the ersatz Jerrold
was hedging his bets,

splitting his time
between you and Magnum.

The question is,
what is in that case

for which people are
so cavalierly willing to kill?

I don't know.

Maybe one of those scientists
was trying to make an atomic bomb or something

to blow up the world.

My God.

What're you doing?

Operator, get me
the Pali Loa Hotel on Maui, please.

What? What?
I was just joking.

Will you connect me,
please? I'll wait.

Higgins, man,
you can't be serious.

I mean, I was just
making a dumb joke.

Excuse me,
the scientific convention you're currently conducting...

Yes. What kind of...

I see. Thank you.

Get me the FBI.

Nuclear physicists.

Come on, come on.
You're running out of time.

Rick! Rick!

Help. Help me.

Jerrold,
what's going on down there?

Jerrold! Jerrold!

Rick. Rick.

Thomas!

Give me a hand.
Okay.

What went on down there?

I just saw Jerrold.

Are you all right?

Are you all right,
buddy?

Yeah.

What went on down there?
A shark?

The only shark was him.

Who? T.C.'s brother?

Somehow I don't think
he was a relation.

Hello, Inspector.

Hi, guys.

What's going on?

That case.

You wanna hand it over
and then we'll be on our way.

Yeah? Well, maybe we'll
just take this case and put it right back where we found it.

You do,
and you're dead, both of you.

Oh, yeah?
Well, there's a cop sitting right behind you on the dock.

That's right,
and we put him to sleep.

Now give us that damn case.

What for?
What's in it?

It's plutonium, man.

Plutonium?

Thomas, give it to him.

No.

Thomas, you heard what
the guy says is in the case!

That's exactly why
they're not gonna get it. - Thomas.

Look at it this way, Rick.
Either way, we're history.

Either they shoot us,
or...

I can open up this case

and we can all breathe enough
plutonium oxide to get a real good glow in the dark.

Wait a second.
No, you wait a second.

Who are you?

Since that rifle up there
is probably the same caliber as the bullet

that hit the control pod
of the chopper,

you can tell me
why you shot it down.

Shot it down?
They shot it down?

Then why did
they pull T. C out?

Because they were
after this case.

But they couldn't
get it in time, so they rescued T.C.

So they could
get another chance.

What for? Who are you?

That doesn't matter,
but thanks for taking care of that guy down there.

Now, give me that case!

Our buddy's
in a coma, maybe dead.

You're not walking away.

This is the United States
Coast Guard.

Put down your weapons!

You have 10 seconds
to surrender.

Do it!
They're not gonna shoot.

Maybe.

You have five seconds.

But I'll open this case.

Bull.

Rick, this is T.C.'s case.

The other one's
still down there.

Both Higgins and T.C.
Were on the road to recovery.

And even though
Rick and I had a few days of baby-sitting ahead of us,

somehow we didn't mind.

It's like Doc Ibold said,
a miracle that they're both around.

But Higgins
was easier to explain.

Modern science got
that bullet out of his chest.

T.C. Was a little different.

He didn't wake up
until those who cared for him somehow got through.

Maybe that's when I should
have caught on to Jerrold.

Then, come to think of it,
maybe that's when my little voice did.

Now remember,
plenty of rest and no, I repeat, no excitement.

No aggravation
of any kind for either of you.

I'll be by to see you
in a couple of days.

Doctor Ibold to OR 6.
Thanks, Doc.

Yes, quite. Thank you.
Doctor Ibold to OR 6.

Take care of them.
And remember... No excitement.

No aggravation.

All right.
I'll see you later.

I got a gallbladder
to take care of.

Thanks, Doc.
See you, Doc.

How you guys doing?

Fine.

What I wanna know is,
how did that creep know so much about my family?

Well, it's obvious T.C.,
the guys Jerrold was working for

were counting on you
to deliver the plutonium.

After all,
since they knew that they were

being monitored
by their opposition,

as represented
by Leo and Carl...

Excuse me.
...the fake fishermen. So, they couldn't...

Excuse me.
...entrust it to commercial travel.

So, when they
picked you out to be the courier,

they did
a little research.

All it probably took
was a telephone call to your family by Jerrold

posing as a representative
of their insurance company.

He asked a couple questions.
It's very simple.

And fiendishly clever.

Yeah, that, too.

He also made a telephone call
to Maui that got you shot.

Yeah, but what
I wanna know is,

How did you know
underwater

that the camera case
contained plutonium? - Oh, my God! Hurry.

Well, I didn't, Rick,
but see, I figured

that if they were desperate
enough to, number one, shoot T.C. Down,

and number two,
shoot Higgins,

and number three,
have somebody pose as T.C.'s brother,

and then try
and kill me,

that it had to be something
connected with the chopper.

Please, clear this area!
Out of the way! - Excuse me.

So, when I
finally found the camera case

I just decided that
it would be safer if I went back

and brought up
T.C.'s case

Just in case there were any
of those yo-yos still around

and I was right,
they were.

Besides, the one
with the plutonium in it was just too darn heavy.

I'll go around
and get the van.

Great.
We'll wait here.

Do you think we should
take the freeway or the Old Beach Road?

Oh, we better take
the Beach Road. I don't wanna take any chances.

That freeway can get pretty
crazy at this time of day,

and you know
what Doc Ibold said.

No excitement.
Right.

...you can hit the ladder,
you hit the ladder!

Oh, my God!

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