All language subtitles for 05.15 All For One Part 1.eng

I'm getting sick and tired
of being shot at

by your dumb, stupid
little toy cannon.

As a matter of fact,
I never want to hear
it again.

Ever!

Magnum, how the heck
are you?

A friend of yours?

He's a commando, Higgins.
We knew him in Nam.

Tyler Peabody McKinney.

What are you here for, Tyler?

You remember that execution
I was talking about?

Well, it wasn't just mine.

It was
J.J. Quincannon's, too.

I managed to skate it,
but they still got J.J.

Who's "they"?
- The Viets.

And that's why I'm here.

I want you guys
to come back with me
and get him out.

For you gentlemen
are asking me and my crew

to risk our lives
on a dangerous journey

into a remote part
of the country,
where there is no law.

I'm fine. Just fine.

What's wrong with him?

He was wondering
if it was pre-ordained

that we were supposed
to die in Southeast Asia.

We've been set up.
They want the guns.

Any ideas?

Nope.

Me either.

Higgins!

That just missed me!

Death to the papists!

Reach for the sky,
Wellington,

because you and the entire
British Army are history.

I most certainly
am not history,

and it is
General Wellington.

Furthermore, this deviation
from the battle plan is
a travesty of history.

You, Magnum,
as the frog General Lejeune,

were supposed to attack
from the right flank,

not cravenly sneak up
behind me, the noble Duke.

But then, Duke,
I wouldn't have been
able to capture you.

That is
precisely the point.

Why even attempt to recreate
the Battle of Salamanca,

if you and your revisionist
friends refuse to play
by the rules?

Good question.
It's not
a rhetorical one.

If I am to prove
my theory

that General Lejeune
was culpable
for the French defeat

at the monthly meeting
of the Anglo-Franco-Hawaiian
War Society, I have...

Come on, guys, war's over.
Let's go celebrate.

Magnum. Magnum, wait!

No. We quit.

You can't.

Why not?
If we can't play to win,
we won't play.

Magnum, I beg you
to think of the consequence
of this rash action.

We just did.

Yeah.

Besides, I don't know why
we let you con us into playing
this dumb game anyway.

Con?

Con?

As I recall, Rick,
the reason you are here,

indeed the reason you are
all here playing
this dumb game,

and will be here tonight
for an after-dinner board
version of same,

is because if you were not,

you would at this very moment
be explaining to
the club directors

a highly questionable
expenditure

to an establishment known as
Edie's House of Ecstasy.

Your job, Rick,
and your club privileges
would be,

as you so quaintly
put it, history.

Higgins, that's not fair.

Fair? Magnum,
war is not fair.

But that's not
the point, is it?

That...
Stripper.

Was for T.C.'s birthday.

On club premises.

After hours.

And besides,
she wasn't a stripper,
she was...

Irrelevant.
No, she was more of...

Highly irrelevant.

Well, so is
your Battle of Salamander.

Salamanca.

Irrelevant!

The point is, Higgins,
you can blackmail us
into being your toy soldiers,

you can blackmail
us into playing
your dumb board games,

but we draw the line
at indiscriminate slaughter.

I mean, you're not even
giving us the slightest
chance of winning.

Of course not.
That would be
historically inaccurate.

Well, historically inaccurate
or not,

I'm getting sick and tired
of being shot at

by your dumb, stupid
little toy cannon.

As a matter of fact,
I never want to hear
it again.

Ever!

Bang, bang, Magnum.

Guys.

Tyler.

Tyler McKinney.

Magnum,
how the hell are you?

Sorry I asked.

Give me a hand.

Where you been, Tyler?

Been to an execution.

Anybody we know?

Mine.

Well, I guess somebody
messed up, then.

I've been missing
you all, too.

Got anything to drink?

Certainly not.

And I demand
an explanation.

Okay, General,
just don't slug me, too.

Go ahead, Higgins.
Belt him if you want.

How did you get
on this estate?

Very nearly in my sleep.

He's a commando, Higgins.
We knew him in Nam.

All true.

And I apologize
for shooting off
your cannon, sir.

But considering the target,

it was sort of irresistible.

Quite.

Tyler Peabody McKinney.

Jonathan Quayle Higgins.

Pleased to meet you.

Now, how
about that drink?

Chateau Marquand, 1961.

A truly spectacular year.

Damn straight.
Spent it in the Congo.

So did I.

Is that so?
Who were you with?

I was attached to
the United Nations
Peacekeeping Force.

No kidding.

Maybe you was
the limey that shot me.

Perhaps.

Whoever it was,
too bad his aim wasn't
a little bit straighter.

If it was,
maybe Cam Ly never
would've happened.

Is that it?

Is that what's
eating you guys?

You're still holding
Cam Ly over my head?

No. What are you
here for, Tyler?

If you just blew
into town to share
a couple of glasses of wine

and some old war stories,
I'd just as soon pass.

You coming, guys?

Yeah.

Magnum, we're not finished
with our business.

Maybe you aren't,
Higgins. I am.

Hold it. Whoa!

I got one-eighth
of my brain shot
off at Cam Ly.

My freaking brain.

We're talking six grams
of epoxy in there.

I overheard the medic
pronouncing me dead.

Yeah, I remember Cam Ly,

and I'm sorry.

So's Eddie Miller.

What are you
here for, Tyler?

You remember that execution
I was talking about?

Well, it wasn't just mine.

It was
J.J. Quincannon's, too.

I managed to skate it,

but they still got J.J.

Who's "they"?

The Viets.

Got him in a hole in Cambodia.
Place called Chong Ker.

And that's why I'm here.

I want you guys
to come back with me
and get him out.

What do you say, guys?

I need you.

This is the most goony thing
I've ever heard.

We could get killed.

You could get killed
getting out of a bathtub.

But not shot.

Sort of depends on
who's bathtub
he's getting out of.

That's exactly the kind
of logic that's always
gotten you into trouble.

I ain't saying
this isn't trouble.
It's for J.J.

Nevertheless, Cambodia is
a foreign and hostile country,

at this moment occupied
by the Vietnamese Army.

That's not the point, Higgins.

The point is, our business
there is long since over.

It's as much history
as your Battle of Salamander.

Salamanca.

You know what I mean.

It doesn't matter.

It's not history
to an Air Force captain
named Lloyd Woodley.

He's been MIA since 1971.

Me and J.J. Heard
through some friendlies inside

that he was being held
at a hamlet

near the juncture
of the Cambodian,
Laotian, Thai borders.

And you and J.J. Just
cakewalked right on in there.

That's right.
Only we was set up.

Instead of Woodley,
we was met by a martinet major
and a firing squad.

Why then have you come
to Magnum and his friends

for what is ostensibly a...

CIA operation?

'Cause I ain't CIA.

I'm just a guy
with a small airplane
charter in Southeast Asia.

I still hear things
every now and then,

and, yeah,
I like to keep my hand
in the game.

I like the action.

But more important,

I guess

I still give a damn.

Come on, Magnum, tell me.
What have you been
doing with your time?

Snooping keyholes?

Making Hawaii safe
for the divorc�es?
Having fun?

I don't have to justify to you
what I do with my life.

I ain't asking you to.

All I know is,
whatever you're doing now,
it ain't the action.

The action's over.

The hell it is.

And you guys.
Look at you.

Still trying to hold
on to it,

but you're not really
sure how.

I mean,

you're still
flying, ain't you?

Tourists?

Hey, that's my business.

You're business used to be
being one of the best combat
pilots in Southeast Asia.

Maybe the best.

And you, Orville.

Still wheeling
and dealing, ain't you?

Still looking for the action.

You used to find it
squeezing an M60
out the side door of a slick.

And you was
the best guy I ever seen

at going behind the lines
and coming back
with the scalps.

You know,
you was all good.

And that's
why I'm here.

You was good,

and now you're
sitting on your butts

letting the action
pass you by.

We're not letting
the action pass us by.
We're facing reality,

putting those times to rest.

Then what are you wearing
that SEAL cap and that MIA
bracelet on your wrist for?

I just spent
two-and-a-half days
on an airplane. I'm tired.

I don't have time
or the inclination to argue
with you guys.

I'm not here
to rehash Cam Ly.

I'm here now
about J.J. Quincannon.

The same J.J. Quincannon

who covered our rears
when we evacuated
Binh Loc, remember?

And the same J.J. Quincannon
who came roaring in with
that squad of Montagnards.

You remember
that one?

When those crud ARVIN officers
were gonna blow us away,

after we caught them
stealing that payroll?

Yeah, him.

And the same J.J. Quincannon

who talked those Air Force
bozos out of homicide,

when Orville here got us
into that little altercation
outside of a Saigon bar.

J.J. Needs our help,

and that's all
I'm gonna say about it.

I'm through talking.

Thanks for your hospitality.

And if any of you
want to join me,

be at hangar 12
at 0600,

'cause I'm going
back for him.

Well, good night,
gentlemen.

Good night, Higgie.

You know,
I still think it's goony.

He's absolutely right,
you know.

At this point in our...

Your lives,
an adventure like this is

patently absurd,
isn't it?

Well, then, good night.

Magnum, lock up,
will you?

Right.

Lunch at the Club?

Oh, no.
No, I can't tomorrow.

I have a meeting
with my accountant,

and we have to talk over
some tax shelters that he...

Yeah, maybe I can go,
if I'm back

from the Miss Pineapple
prelims in time.

Right. I forgot.

It's no big deal.
I gotta take my TV
into the shop anyway.

I gotta wash the Ferrari.

I'll just hook up
with you guys later.

Yeah, later.

Good night.

Tyler.

Morning, Magnum.

Let's do it.

How long?

Two weeks.

Two weeks from now,
you'll be sitting
on some barstool

telling outrageous lies
to some beautiful blonde

about T.S. Magnum's
great Cambodian raid.

That gonna be
okay with you?

Getting J.J. Home
is gonna be okay with me.

You got it.

Look, I know you're
not here 'cause of me.

Doesn't make any difference.

I appreciate it
just the same.

What about Orville
and T. C?

I don't know.

You didn't talk to them?

Hey, more action
left for us.

Out of sight.

Tower, this is November
one-six-two Echo, requesting
permission for take off.

By the way, guys,
I fixed breakfast for you
up here.

Check the galley.

You knew we were coming?

Either that, or he was
real hungry.

This is November one-six-two
Echo, requesting permission
for take off.

I got the assistant manager
covering

the Miss Pineapple
prelims for me,

and for the rest
of the month.

How about you?

Got this sign that says,
"Gone fishing."

I told Higgins
I was going to Maui.

...altimeter one-seven-five,

wind three-four-zero at 60.

Roger.

Fasten your seatbelts, guys.
We're on a slow boat
to Bangkok.

Who's that?

Maui, indeed.

I'm sorry I'm late,

but I had to make
arrangements with the staff
for the upkeep of the estate.

If you'll lend me a hand...

Higgins, what are you
doing here?

Joining this expedition.
Now, if you'II...

Whoa, whoa. Hold it.
You're just too, too...

Too what? Too old?
Too sedentary? Rubbish.

Now, wait a second.
That's not what I said.

It's just that
it's not your battle.

Nonsense.
I believe in your cause,

and I believe that I can be
of invaluable assistance
in its successful execution.

This guide you were talking
about picking up in Bangkok,

for the trip up the river
and beyond?

Well, that won't be
necessary now.

You see, I was
with the French forces
in '53,

and I'm quite familiar
with the entire region.

Oh, come on,
Higgie baby, you couldn't...

As a matter of fact,
I was the chief consultant
to Rand McNally

when they updated the map.

Now, shall we get cracking?

Magnum?

What are you guys
all droopy-jawed for?

I mean, hell,
we're gonna kick some butt.

This place bring back
memories, or what?

Yep.

I once had a week's
R and R here.

Everybody's had
a week's R and R here.

Where's Thomas and Higgins?

They're in the cab behind us.
Don't worry, they'll be here.

Do you realize, Magnum,
that in the last 30 years

the price of a taxi has
jumped 312%%?

Well, apparently everything
else has remained the same.

But perhaps you wouldn't
realize that.

No, I've been here.

Here?

It's like I just
stepped back in time.

Quite.

Monsieur Higgins.

Merci.

Just as in 1953,
the staff still speaks French.

As I say,
some things never change.

Indeed, the Hotel Royale
has been

home to three generations
of soldiers in Southeast Asia.

Come, Magnum.
After we freshen up,
I'll buy you a gin and tonic.

I wonder if Pierre
still tends bar in
the Parisian Room?

At least you'll
enjoy the orchestra.

Tasteful and civilized.

I don't wanna
get burned.
You understand?

I have no wish to see
you on fire, Mr. Tyler.

Good.

Then you won't mind
if I pay you

half when we shove off
and half when
we reach Ban Li upriver.

That I do mind,

for you gentlemen
are asking me and my crew

to risk our lives
on a dangerous journey

into a remote part
of the country,
where there is no law.

Just Vietnamese,

Khmer Rouge,

and private armies
of the opium warlords.

Besides,
I do not know of Ban Li.

We do.

Half now, half later.

If you don't show up,

I'll find you

and I'll hurt you so bad
your ancestors
will scream for mercy.

Half now.

Meet me at Nang Rong Canal
at dawn.

You and your tourist friends.

We're on our way.

Who's bankrolling you, Tyler?

Me.

And the CIA?

Would they trust me
with guns and money?

This whole operation
is mine, Magnum.

Ours.

I make pretty good money
flying people around
these parts.

Sometimes I don't know who,

and a lot of times
I don't know exactly where
until the last minute,

just like
this riverboat captain.

The point is,
I keep my mouth shut,
I don't ask questions,

and I get paid pretty good.

Right now, this operation,

I want to start paying back
those jokers who set me
and J.J. Up.

And I want to get him out,

and the MIA Woodley,
if he's there.

Listen, I don't think
you guys would really be here

if you didn't
believe me, right?

Maybe it's a little less
believing in you

and a little more
believing in J.J.

Whatever.

We're gonna have a blast.

No, we won't have a blast.

See that man over there?

He's been
a professional soldier
all his life.

He doesn't know J.J.

But he's probably known
a dozen others just like him,
and that's why he's here.

He's not here
to have a blast.

He's here because
he's getting older
and he's missing the action.

And Rick and T.C. In there,

half their lives have gone
by since they were doing this.

They just want to diddy-bop
one more time.

You gonna tell me
I'm lying?

And you.

You don't have
to be creeping up
on middle age

to feel old, do you?

I'll be at your guys' door
at 0500. Be ready.

And don't get
too fugazi tonight,

'cause tomorrow
it starts getting real.

Hey, hey, hey.

What did she say?

She said that
from the right side

you look exactly
like Dustin Hoffman.

Are you sure?

Of course I am.
I'm very fluent.

Wait. Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Higgins, what did you
say to them?

We were just about
to have some fun.

You heard what she said.
She said I looked like
Dustin Hoffman.

From the right side.

Rick, we shove off at 5:00.

In the morning?

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah. I'll be ready.

Good show.

I'm fine.

Just fine.

What's wrong with him?

He was wondering
if it was pre-ordained

that we were supposed
to die in Southeast Asia.

Then the girls came
and kind of cheered him up.

I don't know.

Guess I'll go
help him to his room.

See you guys in the morning.

See you in the morning.

Higgins, wait a minute.

Well, shouldn't we turn in?

What did that girl
really say to Rick?

She said she was looking
in the eyes of a dead man.

Tools of the trade.

H and K MP5. That's what
we use nowadays.

We?

The generic we,
of course.

Whole new generation
of assault weapons.

We started testing them
when we got kicked out of Nam.

Shame.

Hardly.

I'd be perfectly satisfied
with a good old reliable
Sten gun.

It sometimes seems
that the only reason
we have wars

is to develop
new weapons
for the next one.

What else you got
in there?

A whole candy store, T.C.

Try a 91.

You'll like
this one, Magnum.

Eighteen-round.

Armor-piercing.

Israeli Galils.
Anything you want.
Take your pick.

What about the chopper?

Loach.
Meet us at Ban Li.

Swoop in, then say bye-bye.
No sweat.

Then why
World War III here?

You never know.

Boy, do I have a headache.

Too much booze.

You don't suppose
this guy makes bloody marys,
do you?

I doubt it.

Haven't seen you
hungover in a long time.

You haven't seen me
get up at 5:00 in the morning
in a long time, either.

But I'm okay.

Sure?

Sure, I'm sure.

What are you looking at me
so strange like that for?

I said I'm fine.

Okay.

What's the matter
with you?

Nothing.

I guess I was just

thinking about J.J.

We're all thinking
about J.J., Thomas.

Maybe I was thinking
about Cam Ly, too.

I'm trying not to.

Motor dead.
We fix. One hour.

Two hours.

T.C., maybe you can
help them.

Yeah.

I knew I was here
for some reason.

Oh, no.

Son of a...

Vietnamese?

No, Thai bandits.

We've been set up.
They want the guns.

And that's just what
we're gonna give them!

Break!

Thomas, I got one!

Keep capping.
Break right above
the water line.

Relax, pilgrim.

I relax.

Suragit!

McKinney!

Hallelujah, boys.
I think we're gonna make it.

Actually, I have
no doubt about it,

or, I should say,
very little.

Higgins, will you quit talking
and tell me what to do?

I can't very well
stop talking and still
tell you what to do.

Higgins, please.

I remember the first time
I was forced to transfuse
blood in this manner.

Korea, '51.

Turkish chap had been
cut down from behind
by a sniper.

We were pinned down
for two days in
a frozen rice paddy

and I was well aware,
of course, that he would
succumb from blood loss,

if I didn't do something.

Fortunately, I saw
on his tag that we had
the same blood type,

as I do with Rick,

so I proceeded to sterilize
an immature stalk of bamboo.

Needless to say...
- Higgins.

All right, Magnum.

Begin sucking
on the end of the reed

as if you were siphoning
gasoline from an automobile,

a procedure I'm sure
you've performed many times.

Aren't you
in a lot of pain?

Have you started the flow?

Got it.

Good.

Now, prepare Rick's arm
for the other end.

Just stick it in?

In the big vein.

Turn it just
a little bit.

All right.

Got it, I think.

Good.

Remove the reed
in four hours.

That should allow
a sufficient amount.

Then what do we do for him?
What about the bullet?

As far as I can tell
after examining him,

the bullet is fine
where it is.

Doesn't appear to be near
any vital organs
or the lungs or spine.

As I'm sure
you well know, Mr. McKinney,
the bullet was sterile,

pristinely so,
when it left the rifle barrel,

so it doesn't pose
any immediate danger
where it is.

The only subsequent treatment
we can offer Rick,

after stemming
the initial loss of blood,

is to keep the wound
free of dirt to prevent
infection and fever,

and do everything we can
to make him stronger.

Rest and chicken soup.

Precisely.

Which my daughter,
Nata Ying, will gladly offer.

Thank you.

And thank you
for the hospitality
of your village.

Welcome to Ban Li.

May your mission
be a successful one.

Did you want to see
the helicopter now?

You got it, buddy.

You gonna be okay?

In a few hours
I'll be ready to join in
and do my part.

I think you already have.

Oh, yeah, about that guy
from Turkey...

Corporal Ervacet.

He was unfortunately killed
by the same sniper
two days later

as we were
being evacuated.

Pity.

T. C: Where'd you find
this chopper?

I didn't find it.
Our friends here did.

They've kindly offered
to loan it to us.

Where'd they get it?

From us.

Chopper.

This thing must have
been here...

Ten years, I'd say.

Hey, listen,
I'm an airplane pilot.

I don't know
a thing about slicks.

If I could have
fixed it myself,
I would've done so.

If I told you guys
it needed fixing,
you probably wouldn't be here.

Well, that's just
real astute of you, Tyler.

Nothing changes much,
does it?

Except the truth
every now and then,
when it suits.

I'm sorry.

I just didn't want convincing
you guys any tougher on me
than it already was.

Now, I say we go on
from here and do our job.

Our job?

Our job, Tyler, includes
checking and repacking
with grease every fitting,

rebuilding the fuel pump,
getting the electrical system
started and working,

checking every moving part
to see if it's either cracked
or dried out,

and finding, God knows where,
some hydraulic fluid.

And that's just for starters!

Because if there's
any gas in that tank,

it's gotta be purified.

Well, hell,
why don't we just quit now
and go on home?

Back to paradise.
Bye, bye, bye...

No.

We're not going back
to paradise.

Not just yet,

because Rick can't be moved.

You want to sit around
and wait?

No, we're not gonna wait.

Higgins stays here with Rick.
T.C., too.

He fixes this thing,
if he can.

And you and me...

We go after J.J.

Out of sight.

How much further?

Another couple of clicks,
straight ahead.

We go in,
we go out before breakfast.

No hassle.

You keep looking around.
You seeing something I'm not?

I don't know.

It's more like
I sense something.

It's the action.

I think
someone's behind us.

Well, in that case,
I'm not worried a bit.

Really hard times are
in front of us.

The only ones behind us
are Suragit and your pals.
Let's go.

All right, now, there's
a Vietnamese outpost

about another click
straight ahead down the road.

It's probably garrisoned
by no more than a squad.

That's probably
where they got J.J.

Let's go find out.

Wait a sec.

Before we do,

there's just one other thing
we ought to take care of
while we're here.

What?

Magnum.

Higgins!

I'm glad I caught up
with you before
the excitement started.

But even if I hadn't,

I certainly would have
been useful as cover
for your retreat.

Be that as it may...

Be that as it may,
how the hell did you
catch up to us?

Last time I saw you,
you were flat on your back

with plants hanging
out of you.

Rand McNally, remember?

My shortcut eliminated
at least three hours
from the trek.

If you had only consulted...

Well, that's
just great, Higgins.

Why are you here?

I wasn't going
to get cheated.

Yeah?

Well, looks like
we're all gonna get cheated.

Right here and now.