Magnum, P.I.

Excuse me, buddy. You speak English?

Yeah, like a native.

I'm looking for a Mr. Thomas Magnum.

- He's inside. - Much obliged.

You can't go in. It's for members only.

It's important. I got to talk to Mr. Magnum.

You heard Teoki. Members only. Sorry about that.

You and me both, partner.

Excuse me.

$100? T.C., I agreed to pay you $100 an hour.

But we were only up for 15 minutes.

No, no, no.

You agreed to pay me $100 an hour, or any part thereof.

"Any part thereof"? I never said "any part thereof."

It's my standard agreement.

Excuse me. Are you Mr. Magnum?

Yeah.

You don't look like a private eye.

Private investigator.

My name's Billy Joe Little.

I want to hire you to help me find my little sister, Carol Ann.

That's him. Right over there.

You come along quietly now. We don't want any more trouble.

Rick, I'm having a private conversation with him.

Have it in the street. This guy busted Harland's jaw.

He got in my way.

- Cowpoke, get out. - Just a minute...

- Where I come from, a man... - Billy Joe!

Why don't you and I just mosey on outside

and we can talk about this under the wide open sky?

Come on, pal.

And, you, don't come in here dressed again like that.

That's your car?

You listen to me.

I was all buttercups and daisies in there

but those are my friends

and I don't like getting them in trouble because of me.

Harland's a nice guy.

You can't go around busting people in the jaw.

- They wouldn't let me in. - Phone me.

I didn't have your number.

Look it up.

Give me my picture.

Thank you.

What's the "S" stand for?

Shamrock.

Shamrock, Texas.

That's where we're from, Carol Ann and me.

She's a cheerleader in our high school. She's just about everything.

She's got a pretty voice.

Used to sing the national anthem before football games.

She wanted to be a singer. That's why she came out here.

She was doing good, singing in clubs, sending money to Mama and Daddy.

She even said one of the nightclubs had a sign that said

her name held over by popular demand. It was really something.

We didn't know where Hawaii was. Here she was, a big hit.

What happened?

Well... her letters started kinda sounding sad.

It wasn't exactly in the words. It was more in between.

Then one day she wrote she was coming home.

Just like that.

And that is the last we heard from her.

How long ago was that?

About two months ago.

I went to the police.

They said all they could do is just take her name and put it on a list.

After going to the Federales,

I figured it was time for a little Texas-style action.

And here I am.

But, Magnum,

I don't know where to start.

And that's why I came looking for you.

Okay. I'll tell you what.

I'll give it a try. But we're gonna do it my way.

That's fine with me.

Thank you.

Billy Joe knew a bar where Carol Ann had worked.

He forgot to tell me he'd already made contact with the owner.

Get out of here, cowboy, before I blow you out of here.

That's what you said last time, bubba.

Why don't you just wait in the car so that I can talk to this gentleman?

Go on!

How's the nose? Is it broken?

I don't think so. Just sore like me.

What did you do to make him punch you, anyway?

He was looking for his sister.

It's been two years, and we get a lot of dollies in here.

He showed me her picture, and I remember her.

What a lousy singer.

What she did to Cole Porter was criminal.

That's why he hit you?

No. I told him his sister was coming on to any guy that could move her career.

Then he hit me.

You said that about his sister?

He asked. I can't hide the truth.

What happened to her?

Probably found herself a sugar daddy. They usually do.

Well, you got an address? What's in your personnel file?

Personnel file? What am I, the Bank of America?

If she worked for you, you must have sent her a W-2 form for her taxes.

If you didn't, I could probably get the IRS

to supply you with the proper forms for the last couple of years, or longer.

Get out of here. I got cash customers to take care of.

Ain't no way I'm takin' some crazy cowboy to Maui.

I'm a cash customer.

Okay, so I'm a little short right now.

But I'll pay you as soon as he pays me.

I've heard that one before, and I ain't buying it.

T.C., the man is looking for his long-lost sister.

What's that compared to a few lousy bucks?

A few lousy bucks? More like $200 for gas and oil.

Plus $100 for the business I'd be losing, plus another...

Okay, a couple of hundred lousy bucks.

What difference does it make?

Look, I got a terrible feeling about this case.

Maybe his sister is into something that he wouldn't want to know about.

That's why I got to get him out of the way.

Like what?

Like, maybe she's a hooker.

- His sister? - That's right.

Oh...

You know what that would do to a guy like that?

That's why if you take him to Maui for a couple of hours,

I can talk to his sister and get her to clean up her act before he sees her.

Yeah. Okay.

But this ain't no charitable run. You're gonna have to pay for this.

Of course I will.

I told him that time.

Some of our people tell me that Carol Ann's brother is in Honolulu

and he's hired a detective to find her.

- Who is this detective? - Thomas Magnum.

Is he competent?

Hard to tell. Not much known about him.

- What has he found out? - Nothing yet.

I want it kept that way. Assign two of your best men.

This is to be first priority.

And I want to be kept informed.

The bartender turned out to be very helpful.

He had a file on Carol Ann

but he needed a little encouragement to show it to me.

Unfortunately, Carol Ann's address only increased my suspicions.

You have to be more than a lounge singer

to afford the 12th floor of the Kahala Towers.

I couldn't help admiring Carol Ann.

If she'd gone into the oldest profession, she'd at least done well for herself.

Everything from the stereo to the view was class A.

Carol Ann had managed to come a long way from Hotel Street.

Hi, babe, sweet Louie here. Let's party.

Call the whipped cream lady, too.

Hello. This is Dr. Sarador.

Ogatha and I would like very much to see you.

Please bring the redhead...

Police officers. You're under arrest.

Don't you think the handcuffs are a bit much?

Not when it comes to murder.

Murder? Whose murder?

Carol Ann Little.

Carol Ann's body had been found in the Ala Wai Canal.

The police couldn't hold me.

I'd been in her apartment but so had a hundred other guys.

And they weren't private investigators.

The thing that bothered me at the moment

was how I'd break the news to Billy Joe.

It's never easy, but I thought it would be best if I stuck to the fact she was dead

and didn't elaborate.

Did you have any luck?

Nope.

Me either. It was an empty buildin' out there.

- I know. - You know?

You know it was an empty building, and you sent me over there anyway?

Hold it. Hold it.

Carol Ann's dead.

What?

Somebody ran her down while she was out jogging.

The police are pretty sure it's murder. I'm sorry.

How long ago?

Two months.

The next two days were lost,

at least as far as Billy Joe was concerned.

After I explained about Carol Ann,

he went on the biggest drunk the islands had seen since V-J Day.

I just stayed out of his way. I figure I owed him something.

You okay?

I want to find them, Magnum.

- Billy Joe, you can't. - Why not?

Because this isn't Dodge City.

I cannot just do nothing

when there's people out there that took my sister

and turned her into a... prostitute.

Where did you hear that?

I saw the police reports.

You knew it all the time, didn't you?

Look, Billy Joe. She was alone, broke and hungry.

You really...

Don't say she did it on her own.

I didn't say that.

- I'm just saying it's possible. - It ain't possible.

Carol Ann wasn't the kind to do those kind of things and I know that.

I think we should let the police handle this.

And the best thing we can do for you is get you on a plane back to Texas.