All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s06e08 Paniolo.eng

I'm here to catch
cattle rustlers?

We do not form a posse.

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

Sharp, he's tough.

Then why is the ranch
in so much trouble?

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

sis rustling investigation
immediately.

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

(MOOlNG)

MAN: Okay, Jesse, she's yours.

(CHAlN SAW WHlRRlNG)

MAGNUM: Wsen counting
tse assets of paradise,

you save to start
wits geograpsical diversity.

Take tse Big Island of Hawaii,
for instance.

Twenty minutes
in any direction

and you've been to
tse dark sills of tse Dakotas,

tse rancses of Texas,

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

I liked tse idea
of working on tse Big Island again.

Wsat I didn't like
was tse vague job description.

But tse one detail
I was told sad me on tse next plane.

Wsatever tse investigation,
I'd save a csance to do sometsing

I never get to do
on a case back some.

You can't ride a sorse
on Hotel Street.

WlLL:
1859 lava flow.

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

A few times, but never
without knowing why.

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

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

pay you a week's work,
airfare,

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

A problem big enough
to bring in a private investigator,

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

Maybe it's not
a ranch problem.

Maybe it's something personal.

He'll explain it
when we get there.

WlLL: Hey, looky, there.

Paniolos.
You call them cowboys.

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

Yeah, well, you can
call these fake.

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

Iike they do here
at Quillan's.

They're not real paniolos?

Oh, yeah, they're real.

They work a lot of cattle.

Roundups every day
at Quillan's place.

But the money's
not in the herd.

It's in letting
the tourists pay to watch.

Beef's not good
business right now.

Demand's way off.

Not with me.
Steak and eggs this morning.

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

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

Must be a good
man to work for.

He's real good.

He still wants a cattle ranch.

I don't know.

Too many paniolos these days.
They pose for pictures

and they fish.

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

No meat. Fish
three time a day.

And you can't rope a halibut.

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

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

Yeah.

This ranch does
better than most.

Mr. Harbison's
a very good businessman

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

I guess we better get started.

Hey, how about some chaps?
Great.

(HORSE NElGHlNG)

Here we are.

(HUMMlNG)

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

Well, he should
be here by now.

Wonder where he is.

Looking good, David.

Very busy man.
Boss will be along later.

How much later?

This is your horse,
right here.

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

I'd really like
to talk to him.

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

Mr. Magnum?
I'm Kenny Harbison.

Welcome to
the Mauna Hoi Ranch.

Hi, Kenny.

Listen, you know where
I might find your dad?

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

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

Better bring a telephone,
Will.

Yes, sir.

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

and we run about
10,000 head, usually.

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

Will Kinikawa and me.

Couldn't manage
without old Will, huh?

Well it's a pretty
impressive spread.

(MOBlLE PHONE RlNGlNG)
Do you mind if we discuss why I'm here?

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

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

WlLL: Mr. Harbison,
telephone.

Chicago market, sir.
Sounds real urgent.

Damn!

Sorry again, Mr. Magnum.

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

Harbison. Larry,
what's going on?

You?

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

Now you tell them
what I told you.

Still don't know
why he hired you?

KENNY: No way, Larry.

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

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

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

Uh...

Why do you call him
Mr. Harbison?

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

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

The boy's got my respect.

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

See, his people were owners,
mine as paniolos.

We happen to be
very good friends.

He's asked me to
call him Kenny.

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

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

(URGlNG HORSE)

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

KENNY:
My Charolais, Mr. Magnum.

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

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

Kenny,
Jacques will find them.

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

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

All right, Magnum.

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

We?

Yes, all right, I lied.
I know why you're here.

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

Poaes?

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

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

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

Cattle rustlers?
Yeah.

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

(CHAlN SAW WHlRRlNG)

What's that sound?

(KENNY URGlNG HORSE)

Mr. Harbison!
We better stop him!

MAGNUM: Kenny!

Jesse, we got company.

(GUNS FlRlNG)

Let me go!

Let's go!

Let me go!

Why'd you stop me?

We finally had a shot at them!

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

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

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

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

Will, wait a minute.

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

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

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

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

Did I mention your fee?

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

WlLL: Sure they hit
in broad daylight.

Why stay up all
night to rustle

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

MAGNUM: What about the police?

KENNY: Running
round-the-clock stakeouts,

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

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

Finding this bunch
today may not get you the ringleader,

but it's somewhere to start.

That's all
a famous Pl needs, Will.

One good clue.

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

but I'm not that famous.

Skip the modesty, okay?

I check people out
before I spend big money.

Speaking of big money,
who owns this wind farm?

Quillan.

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

Tourism, power company,
pretty diversified guy.

Oh, yeah, he makes money
on everything.

Except cattle.

Yeah. Quillan uses them
as a write-off

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

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

'cause he doesn't patrol it.

WlLL: Yup.

Here you go.

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

WlLL: No, sir, I'm not.

(SCOFFS) I don't get it.

(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)

(MOOlNG)

KENNY: Quillan a rustler?

He loses more cattle
to them than anybody.

You also said it
was a great write-off.

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

Go.

(COWS MOOlNG)

(SPlTTlNG)

Maybe we should come back
after the barbecue.

That's mine. That's my tag!

And there's a Double Z
and a Pohani!

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

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

Get the horses!

(CHEERlNG)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

WlLL: Magnum, the horses!

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

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

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

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

He's right, Mr. Magnum.

The police are
doing all they can.

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

Well, they can
question his paniolos.

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

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

why would a guy
that image-conscious

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

Good point.

(KENNY CHUCKLES)

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

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

Sorry I got back
sooner than you expected.

LYNN: Well...

A big roundup
on the Mauna Hoi complete with luau?

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

So all these people tell me.

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

This little charade
still costs some money.

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

Lynn Harbison.
I'm Kenny's sister.

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

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

The ranch is yours,
not Kenny's.

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

None of these
people work here, except Will.

The Mauna Hoi
is totally broke.

(MUSlC PLAYlNG)

(SlNGlNG lN FORElGN LANGUAGE)

How much has
this day cost you, Kenny?

Not that much. Really.

Will got the paniolos
to work free

just for the promise
of a luau. Come on.

We had to impress you.

I mean, the top Pl
in the lslands

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

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

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

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

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

Lynn told me.

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

Yeah, I know.

You got your day
wasted by a dumb kid.

No. I got intimidated
by a teenage Howard Hughes.

(CHUCKLES)

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

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

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

Mr. Harbison.

What?

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

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

Oh, this is David Pono.

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

Mr. Magnum.
Hi, David.

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

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

Yeah,
when you got 500 head

and try to make it look
like 10,000,

they can get
pretty spread out.

Yeah, right.

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

Gone to Hilo, shopping.

I guess gas and clothes
don't cost money.

WlLL: Yeah.

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

Didn't we?

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

Hey, who said
he was leaving?

Mr. Magnum, I'll have
you a week's advance in 1 2 hours!

Stay till morning? Please?

Well, I don't
have much choice.

I missed
the last flight to Oahu.

That's right.

(LAUGHlNG)

Maybe I better go
keep an eye on him.

Thanks, David.

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

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

Don't make fun of him.

I wasn't. I wasn't.
No, don't.

He is a "Mister."

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

He dreamed up this
day today all by himself.

The boy ran
a successful ranch, all right?

But, Will, it was all a fake.

(SlGHS)

Yeah, right.

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

But did you listen
to his end of the conversations?

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

Then why is the ranch
in so much trouble?

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

Hope to see you around again.

(AlRPLANE ENGlNE WHlRRlNG)

Oh. Not enjoying your luau?

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

I went to the bank
about a loan.

Any luck?

(LAUGHS)
On a fourth mortgage? I tried.

MAGNUM: Nice plane.

My dad used this one
for flying around the ranch.

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

The wreck wasn't his fault.

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

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

All this mess is my fault.

Is that what Will
and Kenny told you?

No.

Not exactly.

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

I got tired of red ink.

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

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

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

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

to come true
or some other miracle.

Wait, wait.
What? Reward?

Oh, no.

Oh, no, I don't believe it.

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

They offered me 10,000...

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

posted for the
rustler's capture.

Well, 10,000 is plenty for me,

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

(HELlCOPTER WHlRRlNG)

T.C., what are you doing here?

Okay, what's the problem?

What problem, T.C.?

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

What trouble?

This trouble.

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

I didn't send this, T.C.

Lynn. Lynn Harbison.

Right.

Rick Wright.
Yes, I remember.

When we were on vacation
Oahu, '82!

'8£. Hey, how's your brother?

He's great.
Kenny? You know him?

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

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

Now that we've had
this little reunion,

can we talk
about this telegram?

Oh, we are, T.C.

Rick, did you ever
mention my name to Kenny?

Well, I might have.

And maybe you exaggerated
a little bit

about my stature
as a private investigator?

Come on, Thomas,
he was just a kid.

Well,

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

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

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

You know, it costs me
money to be here!

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

(HORN HONKlNG)

Miss Harbison,
your brother's been shot.

Oh, my God, Kenny.

WlLL: I found him up in the
pasture with his cattle.

WlLL: Poaes.

Rustlers got him.

Doc's not sending Kenny
to the hospital.

The move could
cause further damage.

(SlGHS)

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

Not for anything.

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

You want a beer?

Yeah, thanks.

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

I don't know.

He wasn't around
when I got there.

All I found was Mr. Harbison
and evidence.

That two Charolais
had been butchered. Those damn poaes.

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

They always slaughter
what they steal on the spot?

Is that what
the police told you?

No, it just seems to be
the best way

to get stolen cattle
off an island like cars.

Like what?

Like auto theft rings
in Oahu.

They cut up hot cars
and ship them in pieces.

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

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

Then why were they
rounded up for shipment yesterday?

I don't know.

I told the police
what we saw at Quillan ranch.

Oh, you did?

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

don't expect them
to investigate it.

Well, you're leaving tomorrow

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

I've decided to stay.

Thanks.

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

He's Kenny to you now?

Mmm-hmm.

Just till I know
he's gonna make it.

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

LYNN: Since at least 2:00.

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

I've looked for him
every few minutes since.

Did you find him?

Will's not on the ranch.

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

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

Wait a minute.
Who would he go after?

He's bound to have
had some suspects.

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

If he did have suspects,

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

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

Maybe he just...

(PHONE RlNGlNG)

Hello.

Yes, he is.
Just a moment, please.

It's the Quillan Ranch.

Who do you know over there?

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

to make a search
of the place.

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

He sounds very British
and very upset.

HlGGlNS: The Quillan Ranch
is a public corporation

and Robin Masters is one of
the principle investors.

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

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

Indeed. Well,
the local police called Mr. Quillan

this morning to discuss
the accusation of one Thomas Magnum,

Robin Masters Estate, Oahu.

He called Robin?
No.

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

Now if you will just
offer him an apology.

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

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

QUlLLAN: You saw strays.

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

John Quillan,
Thomas Magnum.

Then why did
your men jump us?

Not my men. One day hires.

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

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

Magnum.
Yes, I would.

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

brawls are bad publicity
for the ranch.

And a rustling ring
on this ranch is good publicity?

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

Damn right. So cut
the implication I'd steal

more cattle to
lose more money.

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

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

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

Then stop accusing
anyone on Quillan Ranch of anything now!

I don't know how
those cattle got here and I don't care.

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

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

Mr. Quillan,
that won't be necessary.

DAVlD: Mr. Quillan!
Mr. Quillan! David.

Somebody opened
the corral gate. The cattle are loose.

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

Magnum, please go and
help him.

What? They got
paniolos for that.

He just said he
was shorthanded.

The least you could do
is ease the tension by helping

in this moment of crisis.

(COWS MOOlNG)

(MAN WHlSTLlNG)

(MEN YELLlNG)

(GUN FlRES)

David.

You okay?

Yeah, but he isn't.

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

until the David Pono
matter is resolved.

But it would be
better for all concerned

if Magnum stayed here
at the hotel

and ceased his
rustling investigation immediately.

Because one of his clients
is suspected of murder?

Miss Harbison, please.

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

Mr. Pono was shot
with a 30.06 rifle.

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

It's a very
common weapon. Higgins.

Where in God's
name have you been?

The docks.
You're not feeling well?

The shipping docks, Higgins.
Any news about Will?

No. Thomas,
we've been everywhere.

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

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

Go to my room?

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

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

Will you tell Kenny
that I'll be over

as soon as I talk to Quillan
and the police?

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

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

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

may be the head
of the rustling ring.

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

Slaughtered and dressed beef

and all the money
went to Jesse Hikina.

The Quillan paniolo
who was at the shooting?

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

You'll wait for
Mr. Masters' approval.

Higgins!
WOMAN: Mr. Magnum?

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

You can take it
at the poolside.

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

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

T.C.: Thomas?

I finally found a talker.

You don't want
to know the tab.

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

Never mind.
Somebody saw him?

T.C.: Yup. You were rigst.

He spent the night
looking for very specific guys.

Tsere was a buncs,

but you can start
with David Pono and Jesse Hikina.

Thanks, T.C.
Can you keep looking?

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

Oh, is that boy Kenny
still improving?

Yeah, he may even
be able to talk.

Let's just hope he saw
something last night.

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

What?

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

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

Okay, if you say so.

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

Yeah. He may have even
killed a guy.

(WHlSPERlNG) Mr. Harbison.

Mr. Harbison.

It was me who started
that rumor this afternoon.

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

How's he doing?

I'm gonna be okay, Will.

You sure?

Honest.

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

Yeah.

I was too afraid
of hearing bad news.

Where've you been all night?

I was out
rounding up the herd. Why?

You didn't happen to stop by

Quillan's ranch checking
for strays this morning?

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

At the least,
of trying to get yourself killed.

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

Jesse?

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

KENNY: Last night,

he was the one that shot me.

I saw him.

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

Why'd you hold out on me?

What made you think
that I knew him?

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

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

Come on, Will.

Somebody set me up.

Is it true, Will?

I...

(LAUGHS)

I'm sorry.

I just...

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

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

Us?
Sure...

Leave me alone.

Look, Mr. Harbison,
please, just listen.

The Mauna Hoi needed
every penny of that reward money.

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

We didn't need you, mister.

No, you didn't.

Not if you knew
about Hikina before I got here.

Right...

Well, it doesn't matter.

I'm taking care
of that right now.

Will, no, no!

You can't go after
them by yourself.

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

All right.

Jesse killed him.

He was afraid
that he would talk.

David must have seen
what happened last night.

Then why didn't David talk?

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

Yeah.

Far enough, Magnum!

(WlLL URGES HORSE)

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

and I wasn't sure I liked it.

I did my first
investigative work as Roy Rogers.

Wits my trusty broom,
Trigger, I kept tse neigsborsood

free of rustlers
and bad guys for years.

My villains in
tsose days were always simple and straigstforward,

just like in Roy's movies.

In tsis case, I was dealing
wits a villain wso was anytsing but simple,

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

Will's leading us
to tse stolen cattle

in Quillan's corral
was for my benefit.

But Jesse's pickup
and tsose paniolos

firing at us sad
been for real.

And unlike Roy,
I sad to deal wits reality.

Even if, in tse end,
I didn't wind up on a sappy trail.

Whoa! Stop.

Hold it, Jesse!

(GUN FlRES)

(GUN CLlCKlNG)

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

I wanted Jesse alone!

He's coming back
with the whole bunch now.

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

I wasn't just one of them.

I started the poae ring.

QUlLLAN:
No. I won't let the police roam all over this ranch.

HlGGlNS: That is precisely
why Magnum feels

that the rustlers could be
hiding out here.

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

The police must
have your permission to search.

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

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

I've checked your records.

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

The tourists are
a better profit center.

They want to see
cattle moving out everyday.

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

That's their problem.

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

After four generations
I damn well

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

This ranch shows a big profit.
Yes.

But I know at least
one major stockholder

who won't approve
of your methods.

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

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

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

I abandoned it
a couple of years ago.

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

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

The cash from
his dressed beef business.

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

No.

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

to feed a lot
of hungry people.

It's still called rustling.

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

Pride's working the cattle.

Pride's making your money
like every man

in your family's done
for 100 years.

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

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

till the beef demand
goes back up.

Jesse got greedy?

(LAUGHS) Oh, yeah.

That's right.

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

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

But we stayed quiet.

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

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

Oh!

So now it's
helpless little Kenny?

What happened
to Mr. Harbison, the great businessman?

He is.

Only, he can't run
the daily operation.

Rotate the stock,
tend the fences,

the things you only learn
growing up as a paniolo.

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

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

with, what, a dozen men?

I'll handle them!

They have to pay
for shooting Kenny.

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

I don't have a choice.

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

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

What?

Come on, Will.
If you stop now,

Kenny will still
get the reward money

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

If we get out
of here at all.

(GUNS FlRlNG)

Sorry, I did have a choice.

I don't now.

(GUNS CONTlNUE FlRlNG)

Here you go.

You got a chance now.
Out the back door.

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

No. I can't let
Jesse get away!

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

(SlREN WAlLlNG)

OFFlCER: Makai, from where
you are now.

No, Mauka.
Toward the mountain.

A quarry will be at the top.

The rustlers are quarreling
on the top of the mountain.

May I use that, please?

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

HIGGINS: Try to keep
tse rustlers busy until we get tsere. Repeat.

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

(GUNS FlRlNG)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

How bad?

Look, all this means
nothing to you, huh?

(GUNS FlRlNG)

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

And tell Kenny l
left you up here alone?

We're gonna have to pull out.

Can you land
around the back?

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

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

Can you head them
towards the quarry?

(MOOlNG)

(GRUNTS)

Magnum, how you doing?

(HELlCOPTER APPROACHlNG)

MAN: Stampede!

(YELLlNG)

OFFlCER: Freeze! Police!

It's all right. It's fine.

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

Yeah, I'm fine.
Thanks, guys.

KENNY:
It belongs to you, Will.

Less Magnum's 10,000.

Right.

You'll need it later on.

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

Kenny agrees that,

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

Oh, really?

Well, Will disagrees.

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

I just get 200
a day plus expenses.

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

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

Well, yeah, when I thought
he was the top Pl in the island, but...

I still get
200 a day.

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

You'll stretch it far enough.

You wait and see.

You've only got two years.

I want to see 20, head
when I get back, sir.

Phone, Mr. Harbison.

Urgent.

$175.

I'll let you know
after this phone call.

KENNY: Double Z?
Kenneth Harbison.

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

Just Herefords and
Charolais for right now,

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

My ranch manager told me
that you had

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

What?

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