Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where'd we park the car? I don't know. I'm following you.

Her name is Linda Booton, and I have to find her...

What's it going to be this time? The car? My bed?

The right-hand man tries to take over. Think about it.

Fifty pictures-- Hi.

Dollars or pounds?

Anyway, like they said,

Oh, yeah? When did they leave your place?

And at Thanksgiving in New York it was a cab driver.

Once this is over, there's going to be a whole new set of rules at the estate.

At least Huggins let us go.

But not to follow you.

[ Ringing Continues ]

There'd better be a kidnapper, Magnum. There's a kidnapper, Higgins.

then we get the painting without involving the police.

- No, you can't. - Higgins.

? My true love gave to me ?

- For the beer or the information? - Don't sound too familiar.

But she is unbelievably talented, and I'd do anything to see her go.

[ Higgins ] As soon as the kidnapper calls with the girls' location,

I'm pretty sure they're private heat. They had that look, you know?

It all started when my younger sister was accepted at the Sorbonne in Paris.

I don't think it's safe to leave you in this part of town, T.C.

Beer or whiskey? Actually we don't want anything to drink.

Don't ever touch that painting again, ever.

What? The Christmas tree?

There! You see? I told you! Now everything is okay.

- I'm telling you the truth-- - [ Woman ] Pardon me, sir.

went off with some stranger, and left you little kids stranded?

- Are you girls waiting for someone? - Thomas Magnum?

Unless, of course, you need to use the lavatory facilities.

I'm being chased by hoods. My girls are kidnapped. They might die!

Upgraded level of security to keep me out of the wine cellar?

Zeus, Apollo, what's wrong, lads?

You were wonderful, Magnum.

Excuse me. Excuse me. I'm trying to find someone.

An oversight on my part, now rectified by my upgraded level of security.