Hello. Hey, Moki.
Magnum! Come on, brahda. This Italian stallion your car?
What do you mean is it mine? Doesn't it look like it's mine?
Come on, man.
Welcome to the Snow Palace.
Hey, I thought the sign outside said "" Rick's"?
Well, the tourists call it that, but to the regulars who score coke, it is the Snow Palace.
- Play it again, Sam. - Oh, he didn't really say that.
I'm afraid he did. Rick, Alice Cook.
Oh, Miss Cook, I'm so pleased to meet you, and I'm sorry about your brother.
He was such a good friend. Thank you.
Listen, I got a make on that muscle that tried to wipe you out on the Pali Highway.
- Somebody tried to kill you? - No.
You know how it is when you drive a Ferrari? People always wanna race you.
These guys, they just drove it over the edge. At least, that's how the cops figured it.
Mm-hmm. And what was the name of this racer?
- Kioki. - Kioki.
- Ever work for Snow White?
Yeah, he was freelance. He worked for a lot of people.
Hey, Thomas, I like her. She's got it upstairs.
Next to you, everybody's got it upstairs.
You're probably wondering why Rick didn't give me the name of the other guy killed in the crash.
Well, he's not stupid. He didn't want to upset Alice.
I know. I don't believe that either.
- The meeting set? - I can't let you go through with it.
Oh, yeah? I can't.
Hey, Sam? Your name really Sam?
- Hell, no. It's Albert. - Well, that's kind of funny because his name isn't Rick either...
Very funny. Very funny. Will you wait for me in the office?
Go on. Hit it. Go in the office. Miss Cook.
Hey, your name ain't Rick? just spin 'em, Sam. just keep on spinning 'em.
It ain't Rick?
Oh, my God.
I don't believe this place. It's amazing.
Yeah, isn't it? Oh!
Hey, I didn't see these windows from out there.
It's a one-way mirror. We can see out, but they can't see in.
Oh. Hey, is Snow White out there?
She's out there.
Where is she? Right there.
Well, she-she's just a child.
That child controls all the coke dealt between here and Hong Kong.
Oh, but Thomas, she can't be more than... what... 20.
Nineteen.
Six of those years were under the tutelage of General Nu Trang.
He was military commander of Van Dong Province during the war.
That gave him control of all the drugs moving in the Golden Triangle between Cambodia and Vietnam.
Her father taught her. Her husband.
She was married at 13?
Eleven. He was killed two years ago in Singapore. Scuttlebutt has it she did it.
- She's staring at us. - Not through a one-way mirror she isn't.
Don't bet on it.
How do you know this navy officer was murdered?
He was a friend. He wouldn't smuggle cocaine.
He was my brother. He was not a smuggler.
In any case, why come to me?
You and your people are the only ones on the Islands with enough coke to burn 10 ounces on a murder.
Just because one has an oasis in the desert, doesn't mean one drowns people.
Why don't you write that in the john?
If your friend was murdered,
finding his killer may be of, uh, mutual benefit.
How? Madame Nu Trang and I are,
uh, shall we say, loosely affiliated.
Same profession, different product.
What do you smuggle? I deal... in gold.
About a month ago, it was rumored in Hong Kong...
that, uh, $30 million of gold bullion...
was about to change hands in Hawaii... at half that price.
Who would sell gold at half its value?
Someone who doesn't legally own it. Precisely.
Who? If I knew that, I would be buying it myself.
What does this have to do with Dan's death?
If Dan got wind of this gold deal through one of his investigations,
- and the people who were involved found out... - They would kill him.
In a manner that would mislead his associates...
so that others would not connect his death to his work.
It's like La Bull. Mm.
La Bull? I don't know his real name.
In fact, I've never met him.
He appeared a few years ago in the heroin trade.
Became a major force overnight.
Some say he has Chinese connections.
From heroin, he's expanded into guns, diamonds,
gold.
He's in your Islands, your territory, and you haven't stopped him?
He's not here to compete in my specialty.
But if I nail him for killing my friend...
That would be karma.
- And you would get the gold. - And you your brother's killer.
If this La Bull murdered Dan,
you don't have to worry about him leaving the Islands with any gold.
You have my word on that. Now where is he?
Kahoolawe? Ain't nothing on that rock, man.
- That's a naval gunnery range. - She didn't say...
She didn't say he was on the island. She said he was cruising somewhere in the vicinity.
Where'd you steal that camera, boy?
I didn't steal it. I got it surplus.
Uh-huh. I did.
Hey, man. Are those girls naked? - T.C., will you concentrate on the mission?
It's now or never. Come on! Let's get out of here!
Here they come. Man, here they come.
Pepe's dead! Dan?
I can make it. I can make it. Take him. I'll cover.
Don't wait too long.
Come on, man. You're coming, do it now!
It's too late. I'm hit.
- Phillipe, come on! - I'll never make it. Go!
No!
Phillipe, no!
Kahoolawe dead ahead.
All right, big fella, I got us here. Now what?
We find La Bull. Just like that?
I mean, you don't know what the boy look like. You don't know what ship he's on.
All you know is that Goldilocks said he's somewhere in the vicinity of Kahoolawe.
It's Snow White, not Goldilocks.
And I'll know La Bull's ship when I see it. How?
I'll just know, that's all.
Maybe we'll catch him buying the gold.
Now, look, we got a dozen yachts to check to the south towards the Big Island.
We got another six or seven in the Maui Channel and two more off the windward side of Kahoolawe.
Hey, how about the one dead ahead?
That's a navy patrol boat to keep the people off Kahoolawe when they're using it for gunnery practice.
I don't think we'll find La Bull in the U.S. Navy.
T.C., I wish you'd get in the spirit of this case.
Ah, you almost said mission again.
To the south, T.C. We'll start to the south.
Mm-hmm, long live the south.
I think I'm in love. Did you see the bazooms on that woman?
It's Sunday. It's a sin to look at bazooms on Sunday?
The navy doesn't hold gunnery practice on Sunday... not in peacetime.
Oh, Andy. Well, maybe they done declared war and done forgot to tell you and me.
And maybe that's not a navy patrol boat... Off Kahoolawe.
You know, Thomas, if that is navy, they ain't gonna like this.
I mean, they gonna take my number and fine my behind.
If that's a navy patrol boat, I'll pay the fine.
What? You pay the fine?
Just sneak around the island, will ya, T.C.? Sneak?
Sneak. Okay, we're officially sneaking.
Helicopter, sir.
Yeah! She's private. No markings. No guns.
But her lines would fool anybody from a distance. That's gotta be La Bull.
I'll bet a month's pay he's rendezvousing with whoever's selling the gold.
- Hey, that crew looked Vietnamese. - Yeah, just like old times.
One more pass. Come at 'em from over the island.
You know, we surprised 'em the first time, Thomas. Now they might throw rocks.
Where are they gonna get rocks?
Hey, they're waving us off. Keep going.
Man, I got that old feeling. They're not gonna shoot at us.
- They're shooting at you. - No, they're not.
- Yes, they are. Soviet Kalashnikov AK-47 assault rifles. - Higgins.
Seven-point-six millimeters. Six hundred rounds per minute. Higgins.
Effective killing range of 300 meters. Higgins.
I personally prefer the British Sterling, but the Kalashnikov is a fine weapon.
This isn't your usual adultery or divorce case... is it, Magnum? just develop the photos.
Don't push, Magnum. I'm only doing this because, as you put it, I owe you one.
You don't take cases like that, do you, Tom?
I mean, following someone's husband or wife just to catch them with a lover.
What about the blowup of the guy in the khakis?
It's developing now, but, quite frankly, it's a bloody mess. You were quite out of focus.
Do you take pictures of them? Hmph. Not good ones, I'll wager.
- I was in a helicopter. - Oh, I thought you were flapping your bloody arms.
Of course, you do have to make a living.
Not all my cases are like that, Alice. Oh, no. I'm sure they're not.
Once in a while, one comes along. I am a private investigator.
I mean, a lawyer doesn't turn down a divorce case just 'cause it might get sticky, does he?
Of course not. Well, neither do I.
There.
Higgins, this is awful. I told you it was too out of focus to enlarge.
I wouldn't know that man if he were my own father. Your own father?
Oh, Tom's my stepbrother.
Oh, that explains it.
The way he stands. His build.
Something familiar about him.
Zeus. Apollo.
Yes, sir, Mr. Masters.
Yeah, baby, let me talk to Thomas Magnum.
Magnum!
This is a private phone. Not for your personal use. It won't happen again. I promise.
Magnum here. Well, here's to surviving another... What did you call it?
Case. T.C., are they still anchored off Kahoolawe?
You know, Thomas, it sure is pouring down rain on this side of the island.
Uh, T.C. It's also pouring down rain...
between here and Kahoolawe. T.C.?
- It's also very dark between here and Kahoolawe. - You want something?
Gas money, baby. Just gas money.
Look, T.C., I told you I would make it up to you.
Why do I even bother asking? Okay, by the time I got back, they had raised anchor and run.
But I spotted them headed south toward the Big Island.
About dark, they rendezvoused with a speedboat.
To pick up the gold? Too quick.
Somebody jumped in the speedboat, and they all headed toward Maui.
That's La Bull. Probably, if he was aboard.
Oh, you can bet on it. I got a shot of him on that last pass.
Well, that's only fair considering he got a couple of shots at us.
I will have Higgins take a copy of this over to Rick's.
Why don't you stop by, take a look, see if you know him, okay?
Yeah, yeah. Sure. I ain't seen Orville in a couple of weeks anyway.
Hey, Thomas, you sure you don't want to let the Coast Guard in on this?
No, I gotta do it my way. Mm-hmm.
- No. - Aw, Higgins.
I just want you to run a copy of this photo over to Rick's.
Out of the question. I've got my lads to feed.
Poor things are probably starved. Higgins.
Higgins!
Higgins.!
- Higgins! - Thomas.
Zeus. Apollo. Come on. Come here this instant.
Higgins, I'd take the photo to Rick's, but Alice and I... The car.
- The car? - I want it back.
- I don't want you driving it. - Now, wait a minute. I...
It's a deal. It's a deal.
- No. - Look, you said we needed my brother's car to get into Pearl anyway.
- Your brother? - Oh, it's my mother's third husband.
- No relation to Tom. - Fascinating.
Well, Magnum?
Is it a deal?
It's a deal.
God, you were all so young.
What'd you say? Nothing.
Oh, well, now, that's the Thomas I fell in love with... as a schoolgirl.
You think you can fool 'em? Why not? I did it for 10 years.
Oh, no, you didn't. You were good. Dan said maybe the best.
Look, don't let the uniform fool you, Alice.
I'm not the same man I was then.
Why'd you quit, Tom? It was nothing earth-shattering.
One day I woke up age 33 and realized I'd never been 23.
That's it? That's it.
I resigned, Alice. Let's just leave it at that, all right?
Didn't mean to pry.
I'm sorry, Alice. I'm just wound up.
I-I swore I'd never wear a uniform again, even on Halloween.
That's too bad.
Because you look very handsome in uniform.
This is no good, Alice.
Why not?
Because...
Look, I always knew that someday if the timing was right, that we'd be...
We'd be lovers.
But this timing is lousy.
You're still in shock over Dan's death.
Hell, the other day at the airport, you were acting as if it hadn't happened. You're confused.
You're hurt. You're... scared.
You're very vulnerable. I'm not gonna take advantage of that.
Who are you trying to convince? Me or you?
Yeah, sure I'm-I'm scared and I'm confused.
And maybe I'm even vulnerable.
But, in all the years I've known you, Tom, I've never asked you to be my big brother.
Haven't you, sis?
Oh, you're right about one thing. The timing is really lousy.
Oh, no, it's Ski.
That was close.
Oh, that's all I need.
What if one of the guards at the N.I.A. knows you?
Junior people catch Sunday night watch. Chances are there's no one on duty I know.
And what if there is? I thought you could entice them away from the desk.
Entice?
Entice.
Okay, the duty officer and the guard will be in the main entry.
If I don't know 'em, I'm gonna go straight in. You just sit tight. It may be a while.
What if someone comes by and asks me what I'm doing here?
Uh, you tell 'em that you're here to pick up your brother's personal gear.
That, um, Ensign Healy, Captain Cooly's aide brought you.
- Take care, Thomas. - You too.
You always read on duty, seaman? N-No, sir.
I mean, yes, sir. I mean, well, sometimes, sir. Sometimes.
I've never seen you before. What's your name?
Seaman Wolfe, sir. I just reported from Great Lakes on Wednesday.
Do you know the temperature today in Honolulu, Seaman Wolfe?
No, sir. I mean, well, maybe, sir.
Uh, 72, sir?
Do you know the temperature today at Great Lakes, Seaman Wolfe? No, sir.
Well, neither do I, but I bet you it's cold enough to raise goose bumps on your butt just thinking about it.
Yes, sir. Well, unless goose bumps give you a thrill,
I suggest you save cheap Robin Masters novels for off-duty time.
Yes, sir. Where's the duty officer?
Uh, went to get some chow, sir. He'll be back shortly, sir.
Who's the duty officer tonight, Seaman Wolfe?
Uh, Ensign Healy, sir.
We all make mistakes.
Not figuring Ensign Healy to have the duty was a big one.
But, I'd be in and out here before he ever got back.
I know. I don't believe that either.
Healy was right. Captain Cooly had assigned Dan the dregs.
Everything from petty vandalism in base housing to finding Admiral Matheson's missing dog.
Putting Dan on this stuff was like making McGarrett the meter maid on Waikiki.
But one of these routine cases had somehow gotten Dan killed.
I'd know which one when I saw it. Don't ask me how. I just knew I would.
Excuse me, but isn't this Lieutenant Daniel Cook's MG?
I'm his sister. Oh, well, I'm very sorry, Miss Cook.
Your brother was a fine officer and a gentleman. He'll be sorely missed.
I appreciate that. Aren't you getting wet?
Yes, I think I am.
Uh, Miss Cook, uh, may I ask you what you're doing here at 2:00 in the morning?
Waiting for Ensign Healy.
Fate didn't let me down. Halfway through the files, I found it.
A letter from the mother of a navy pilot...
declared missing in action on December 7, 1941.
Her son had been flying secret cargo from Manila to Hickam.
Unfortunately, his E. T.A. in Hawaii was the same as the attacking Japanese.
He was presumably shot down by Zeroes. His plane was never found.
She'd read that skin divers had recently discovered aircraft wreckage dating back to World War II.
Could it have been her son's plane?
She included a clipping from the paper dated a few months ago.
It showed the wreck had been found off of... you guessed it... Kahoolawe.
Dan wrote her a nice letter saying he'd check it out with the officer investigating the wreckage.
Captain J. Cooly.
How did you know I had the duty? Captain Cooly told me.
Well, I wish you would've called me. See, I can't let you take anything until he approves it.
Oh, well, the admiral only wants his personal photographs and mementos.
- The admiral... your father? - Yes, that's right.
- You are the duty officer, aren't you? - Yes.
Well, then, don't you have the same approval as the commanding officer when he's not here?
I mean, that's what my daddy always told me.
Technically, yes, I guess I do.
Well, good, then it's all settled.
Yeah.
I didn't have all the facts, but I had enough to figure that La Bull killed Dan.
And Cooly was tied to La Bull.
Dan's case file would get me Cooly. And Cooly would get me La Bull.
It was my own domino theory.
There we go, seaman and, uh, save me some thighs, huh?
- Yes, sir. - Uh, this way, Miss Cook.
Thank you.
Don't look at the elevator. Work the lock.
Don't look at the elevator.
You looked at the elevator.
Uh, your brother's office is there. Right down this way. Let's go.
Now, if you'll just tell me which items you wanna take, I'll make a list and you can sign for them.
How's that sound? That's just fine.
The second I entered Cooly's office,
my nose told me my domino theory wouldn't work.
From the smell, I'd guess he died sometime late Friday.
From the expression, in a lot of pain.
I didn't feel sorry for him, but I did wish he were still alive.
Alive, he could've led me to La Bull.
Dead, all he could do was turn my stomach.
"Received this date by Miss Alice Cook, sister of the deceased. '."
That oughta do it.
Now if you'll just sign this, Miss Cook, we'll be finished.
Okay.
There you go. Thank you.
Okay. Let's go.
Keep your nose out of those pulps when you're on watch, son. You'll do fine.
Good night, sir.
Oh. No, no, no.
No, you've got wet enough for one night.
And thanks again, Ensign.
The admiral will be most grateful. The pleasure was mine.
Oh, send my regards to the admiral. I will.
You scared the life out of me up there.
Kind of had the same thing happen to me. Let's get out of here, Alice.
Well? I found out why Dan was killed.
Why? Six months ago some kids skin diving...
where they shouldn't off Kahoolawe, they found some wreckage.
Captain Cooly was called in to investigate.
Now, he reported that it was an old Japanese Zero shot down during the attack on Pearl Harbor.
Well, so then, Dan... Dan was sent to Tokyo on official business.
Not really. Tom, I don't understand.
Well, Dan got this letter from the mother of a navy pilot...
who was reported missing in action on December 7, 1941.
Now, she read about the skin divers finding the wreckage and wondered if it might be her son's plane.
See, he was carrying a secret cargo from the Philippines to Hawaii. Guess what it was?
Gold. Yeah. Government gold.
Only Cooly didn't tell it that way. Cooly said the wreckage was a Zero.
Nothing to salvage, covered with coral inside a naval gunnery range... who was to know the difference?
Dan. Yeah, Dan.
Now, he must've gone to Japan to check the Japanese war records,
and of course, nothing would match what Cooly was saying.
Anyway, it got him killed.
And if Cooly didn't do it, he knew it was gonna be done.
That bastard! I'll kill him, Thomas!
I swear it. I'll kill him myself! I will! I will!
Alice, somebody already did.
You killed him? No. He'd been dead for a couple of days.
La Bull killed him.
Or one of his boys.
I've wasted over an hour on this. Is there any reply?
I don't think I know him. Of course, it's hard to tell from this.
I didn't take that photograph. I merely printed and delivered it.
Now, if you, uh, gentlemen will excuse me, I'll be returning to Robin's Nest.
Hey, Higgins, here's a little something for your trouble.
- I don't accept tips. - Yeah, I bet you don't give 'em either.
Mm-mm-mm, I do love window shopping here.
You know, I think I'll take that little mama right over there in them black, sprayed-on pants.
Or-Or that one in that spangled dress. Do you see over there, Rick, by the piano?
No, no. Maybe I'd better take that one in that orange dress.!
- Whoo-hoo.! She really looks good. - Victor Charlie!
Where? That Hawaiian King Kong trailing Higgins.
He's a hit man.
Moki!
Moki, big, busted-up Hawaiian following a sourpussed haole. Did you see him?
No, I didn't see anybody.
Brahda.
I beg your pardon. I'm not your brother.
You're gonna wish you were.
Sorry, I should've warned you. I was a commando instructor during the war.
Oh, that's all right. It didn't hurt much.
What are you doing with Magnum's car? Magnum's car?
Mm-hmm. This is the property of Robin Masters,
and I happen to be in his employ.
Rick!
What is this? What'd you do, re-up? What's going on?
Higgins!
I, uh, don't know what to say.
So, you owe me one.
I'd really rather not.
- You all right? - Yeah, I'm fine.
I always knew you could shoot, but where'd you get this gun, Orville?
Orville?
Is it him? No. It's not La Bull.
Maybe I should've told her it was La Bull. That it was over.
But I couldn't lie to Alice about that any more than I could lie to myself.
I'd know La Bull when I saw him. Call it fate, premonition, whatever you want.
This wouldn't end until he and I met face-to-face, and we both knew it.
He figured to be on the run, back to Asia, if Snow White was right.
And that meant a flight out of Honolulu.
By dawn, the police had sent copies of the blowup to all the airlines.
But it was so blurred, it would take a miracle to recognize him.
Still, I felt I knew him.
Maybe Dan did too.
- What is it? - I know who La Bull is.
Who?
I'd missed the first flight to Hong Kong that morning,
but I knew La Bull wasn't on it.
Don't ask me how. I just knew it.
He was here. Close. I could feel him.
All standby passengers for Hong Kong Flight 211...
please report to Gate 5.
All standby passengers for Hong Kong Flight 211,
please report to Gate 5.
Magnum!
- We never got to say good-bye. - Or go swimming together.
Global Airlines Flight 81 from Manilla, now arriving at Gate 15.
Global Airlines Flight 81 from Manilla,
now arriving at Gate 15.
As you can see, I survived. So did Dan. Until last week.
I didn't know it was him until it was too late.
And me?
There are two kinds of men in a war, Magnum.
Those who can end life and those who can't.
- But, of course you know that. - This isn't 'Nam.
No.
Why didn't you come back for me?
We came back, Phillipe, but you were gone.
The day after I rolled out of intensive care,
Alice joined her father at Arlington Cemetery to bury her brother... with honors.
Alice promised she'd come back, and I promised the timing would be right.
Anyway, Robin Masters called last night from Paris.
Higgins was out, so I answered.
He said three French stews would be in for the weekend, and would I ask Higgins to show them Hawaii?
Naturally, I volunteered.
T.C. was flying them here in the chopper and then we were all heading for Rick's.
When Higgins found out, he kinda forgot I'd saved his life.
He figured taking care of the guests was his territorial prerogative...
and that I'd infringed.
Technically, the little majordomo was right.
But, three French stews? Come on. What would you do?