Magnum, P.I. (season 7)


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Magnum, P.I. (1980–1988) was an American television show, airing on CBS, that followed the adventures of Thomas Magnum (played by Tom Selleck), a private investigator living in Hawaii.

L.A. [7.01]

 * Magnum: [narrating] I always thought of L.A. as the "City of Dreams", a place where you go when you want your fantasies to come true. Apparently, ten million other people agreed with me. Some of those dreams must have come true, but I couldn't help but notice that too many others had been buried beneath the smog and congested freeways that had sprawled out of control.

One Picture is Worth [7.03]

 * Magnum: [narrating] There's something I've noticed over the years about movie bad guys. They're always bad; the henchman, the hitmen, the big bosses. They all have that "one dimensional evil". We don't like to think about the fact that they might have families, or about what their families have to go through because of them. I could see that Jack Wilkins was just that scary enigma and I was counting on the possibility that he would have the same universal household problems we all have.

Death and Taxes [7.06]

 * Magnum: [narrating] I once had a paper route in Tidewater, the Daily Sentinel. It was my first major job. I made $12 dollars a week and a penny for every delivered paper, and I never got nervous at income tax time, because I knew the IRS always gave me my money back, reluctantly. Sending in your 1040 form has always been as much a part of the American way of life as hot dogs at the ballpark on the Fourth of July, only now I've found myself having to file a lot more than a 1040. I wasn't getting my money back anymore, and I hadn't been to the ballpark since, well... before the paper route. I told myself not to feel persecuted. I told myself that people who get audited are chosen at random. I told myself it was nothing personal.

Little Girl Who [7.07]

 * Magnum: [narrating] Saigon. April 30, 1975. No matter how hard I tried, I could never put that day completely out of my mind. A chaotic ending to a chaotic time. A war that kept changing, even in retrospect. And every time I thought I'd put it behind me, it crept up and tapped me on the shoulder.

Paper War [7.08]

 * [While trapped in an elevator together, Magnum accuses Higgins of being Robin Masters]
 * Magnum: No no no, you're laughing, because you're trapped. You have never laughed like this. Now admit it. You've spent all these years pretending to be Robin's employee because you didn't want anybody to know that you write cheap pulp novels.
 * Higgins: And who, may I ask, is the man we know and address as Robin Masters?
 * Magnum: I don't know, some little guy with a voice like Orson Wells and a body like Truman Capote, that you hired to pose as Robin. And it was very interesting casting. You weren't satisfied with de nom de plume, you developed this whole persona, to create the kind of playboy you envisioned writing cheap pulp, so 'you' could devote yourself to serious writing.


 * [Magnum shoots the lock off a hatch on the elevator roof]
 * Higgins: Why didn't you do that before now?
 * Magnum: Because I didn't want to waste a bullet. If it is Nahli playing the games, we may need it. [He climbs up and looks through the hatch]
 * Higgins: Magnum, are you certain it was a Mr. Bill Nahli you were to meet here?
 * Magnum: [sees a rat on top of the elevator] A rat!
 * Higgins: I didn't ask for your opinion of his character. Just tell me if you're sure that's who you were to meet; Nahli, N-A-H-L-I?
 * Magnum: Yes, and I just saw an R-A-T that could eat Rhode Island.


 * Magnum: Is there anybody you haven't known, or anything you haven't done?
 * Higgins: You're calling me a liar again.
 * Magnum: I'm calling you an exaggerator. Your memoirs read like a bad novel. Not that it's bad writing. No, it's kind of exciting ... very imaginative, very professional; not like that cheap pulp that Robin writes.
 * Higgins: How dare you!
 * Magnum: I was just quoting you. You're the one that's always saying that Robin's writing is cheap.
 * Higgins: I never said cheap! It's just not serious writing. That's the only real difference between the memoirs and the novels.
 * Magnum: "The" memoirs? "The" novels?
 * Higgins: I was using the article the to compare the works rather than the writers.
 * Magnum: Sure. Just how much writing have you done, Higgins?

Novel Connection [7.09]

 * Magnum: [narrating] Everybody, deep down inside thinks he, or she, is a private investigator. Jessica Fletcher was no exception. Despite her denials, I was sure she fancied herself as the consummate crime solver.

Missing Melody [7.11]

 * Magnum: [narrating] When I was six years old, I was convinced that monsters lived under my bed, just waiting for nighttime to come out and grab me. I laid awake all night for weeks, on guard against my own fear, until my Dad told me to call the monsters out and see if they came. They never did. Unfortunately, my Dad never had a solution for the real monsters, the ones that reach out and grab you in broad daylight, and neither did I.

Death of the Flowers [7.12]

 * Rick: [narrating] It was January 23rd, 1958. I was twelve years old and my kid sister Wendy was five. My mom and dad had just been killed in an automobile accident. My aunts and uncles were arguing about who would have to take care of Wendy and me. Well, any other kid probably would have been scared, but I wasn't. I knew mom and dad would have been happy wherever they were, as long as they were together. I knew Wendy and I would be okay wherever we were, as long as we were together. But the one thing I couldn't stop thinking about is how if I was somebody I could have afforded to get some flowers for the funeral. Boy, I wanted to get them some flowers.

On the Fly [7.15]

 * [T.C. has been shot; Magnum, Higgins and Rick are in hospital with him]
 * News anchor: (on TV) An Island Hoppers spokesman has now quoted as saying that foul play is not suspected.
 * Higgins: What idiot would give out such a ludicrous statement?
 * T.C.: The same idiot that claims to be my spokesman!
 * [Scene cuts to Island Hoppers]
 * Jim "Mac" Bonnick: (a con artist who looks like Mac from Seasons 1-3, played by the same actor, Jeff MacKay) Well, somebody had to mind the store! I heard the news report on the radio about the shoot--the accident, so well, naturally, my first inclination was to rush to the hospital.
 * Magnum: Naturally.
 * Mac: Exactly! But then I thought, no, that's just what all his good friends will do and I'd just be in the way. So then, naturally, the next thought that occurred to me was, "Who's looking after T.C.'s business?"
 * Magnum: So, you just, naturally, rushed on down here and took charge in a moment of crisis.
 * Mac: Exactly! And lucky I did, 'cause when I got here, the place was standing open and crawling with press! But don't worry, these are the last two left and they're just leaving. I handled all of them.
 * Rick: Like that stupid crap that foul play wasn't suspected?
 * Mac: (shushes) Naturally, I told them foul play wasn't suspected, I'm trying to save T.C.'s image here! I mean, who would want to fly with a guy someone's trying to kill?
 * Magnum: That's very thoughtful of you, Mac.
 * Mac: Thank you.
 * Magnum: So, can you empty your pockets and show me your wallet?
 * Mac: I think I'm being insulted.
 * Magnum: No, just accused, naturally. T.C. always has about $500 in cash in his office for emergencies, now if I walk in there and don't find it...
 * Mac: Well, you won't, because I secured all the cash I found. (Pulls out a wad of bills)
 * Magnum: I hate that word. Don't say "secured", when you mean "stole".
 * Mac: I secured all the cash. Now if somebody had snuck in there and stolen it while I'm still on the premises, I'd feel pretty silly, now wouldn't I?
 * Rick: (Takes the wad of bills, starts counting it) What else is missing, Mac?
 * Mac: Nothing! I haven't taken anything from that office, I've only given my time, my creativity, my years of managerial experience...
 * Magnum: Mac, please leave.
 * Mac: Well, you're welcome! (Walks off in a huff)
 * Rick: He wouldn't put himself up for a little cash, with this guy, it's always a major angle.
 * Magnum: Naturally.


 * [Magnum, Rick and Mac are interrogating Emilio. Since Emilio only speaks Spanish, Mac translates]
 * Magnum: What's he saying about me? And who's Pasqual Valez?
 * Mac: You gotta be kidding, he's only one of the biggest crime bosses in Mexico City. So you really got the goods on Valez's organization last week, huh?
 * Rick: Thomas, you were in Mexico City last week? I thought you were in Oklahoma City!
 * Magnum: I was! You (Mac) tell Emilio that he's coming with me to find someone who speaks Spanish.
 * Mac: Well, what do you think I've been doing?
 * Magnum: I'm not sure, Mac. And that's why I'd like a second opinion on what Emilio told you. Besides, you've got something more important to do, find T.C.'s chopper!
 * Mac: Find it? Why, did he lose it?
 * Rick: Ah, knock it off, will you? You know you stole it!
 * Mac: Me? Why is it always me? I--Why would I liberate T.C.'s chopper?
 * Magnum: I hate that word too. Now you bring back T.C.'s chopper that you liberated, stole, by tomorrow!

Solo Flight [7.16]

 * Magnum: [narrating] Failure is one of life's few absolutes. Success, on the other hand, is relative. For instance, there's this story of a guy who spent his entire childhood dreaming of becoming a fighter pilot. He joined up at 18, came out of flight school number one in his class, soloed like a pro, and was assigned to a top combat wing. A week before he was to fly his first mission there was a fire in his barracks. He pulled two guys from the flames and suffered third-degree burns to his hands in the process. He was a hero, and he wound up a General. But he was never able to fly again. Relative success and absolute failure.

Forty [7.17]

 * Magnum: [narrating] My grandfather was one of the world's great collectors. He collected souvenirs, stamps, and friends, but his prized collection was a stack of uncirculated currency: all silver certificates, all two-dollar bills. On my 13th birthday, he gave me one of them and told me to read the serial number. It was my birth date, and in time it became my "Lucky Two". I'd carried it with me ever since… until last night.

Out of Sync [7.19]

 * Magnum: [narrating] Did you ever commit to something you knew you weren't really committed to? Well, take my last game at Navy. We were playing Michigan, and we all knew there would be pro scouts there. Not that that mattered much to the Navy guys, because we were already "drafted" in a manner of speaking, and I guess I really knew that they wouldn't be scouting me, even if I was available. But that's the point. See, I was having one of those really good days—over 200 yards passing, two touchdowns, maybe one of my best games ever—and I started thinking, why shouldn't they be interested in me? You know, for the future. That's what happened to Staubach. Well, that was stupid, because I wasn't Staubach. I mean, there comes a time when you know how good you really are and I wasn't Staubach. So, time's running out, fourth down, we're trailing by 3 points, and my wide receivers are wide open in the end zone, and I missed him ... by 20 yards. Now, I hadn't missed anybody all day, so I don't know how I missed him by that much, but I think I know why. What if I'd had the best day a quarterback could ever have and nobody wanted to talk to me? That says something about commitment.

The Aunt Who Came to Dinner [7.20]

 * Magnum: [narrating] My Aunt Phoebe was the smartest woman I ever knew. She also had a tendency to see things bigger than life, which meant that when you were with her you got to see more vibrant colors, hear more intriging sounds, feel things more fully than when she was gone. But, it also meant that sometimes you had to translate her view of the world into a more mundane reality.

The People vs. Orville Wright [7.21]

 * Magnum: [narrating] A cogent note about Walter Pidgeon, not the actor, my cousin Rainy's pet bird. One summer, Walter got out of the house, onto the deck. He would have flown away except there was a glass partition he couldn't get through. He kept trying and trying, but he kept hitting up against the glass. Now, two feet to the left, and two feet to the right, the partition ended, but he couldn't see the obvious, that there was a glass wall in front of him. The difference between me and Walter Pidgeon was I had finally seen the wall that Frank Foley had thrown up in front of me and I was taking two steps to the left to get around it ... [short time later] ... One last thought about Walter Pidgeon and the "glass wall". I'd always wondered what would have happened if "Old Walter" had gone around the partition and found his freedom. What would he have done with it? Maybe it was better that he never knew what was beyond the wall?

Limbo [7.22]

 * Magnum: [narrating] Time has little to do with infinity and jelly donuts.