Magnum, P.I. (1980) s07e03 Episode Script

Go, Thomas! Kick it, T.
M! Kick it.
Now what do we do? Don't ask me.
You've got the gun.
You see, it's my little sister.
She's missing.
I need to know something about her.
What does she do? She's a hooker, like me.
I was looking to get my rug shampooed.
Boy, you've come to the right place.
She almost got me killed.
I thought that was behind us.
And you're beginning to annoy me.
It could get worse.
Appearances can sometimes be deceiving.
For instance, it may have looked like Rick, T.
C.
, Kenny and I were having a whole lot of fun as we ran our hearts out training for the King Kamehameha Club Charity Track and Field Games.
Well, yeah, we were having fun.
But the word "fun" hardly describes the feeling you get when you know your body is as finely tuned as it can be.
Every muscle working in complete coordination with the other, instantly reacting to the spontaneous impulses emitting from the brain, a perfect mesh of body and mind.
Go, Thomas! Kick, it, T.
M! Kick it! Then, you know what the word "invincible" really means.
Hey, man, don't try and get up.
Take it easy, buddy.
Get some ice, little brother.
Twisted, huh, Thomas? I don't know.
I'm not sure.
Oh, that's a shame.
Looks like Duke's gonna have to take your place.
Duke will not have to take my place.
I'll be fine.
I'll just walk it off.
Come on, T.
C.
I don't think you should walk on it too soon.
Oh, Jeez.
Here comes Duke now with the ice.
It's just a minor sprain! Two longnecks, one ice tea, and bring a bag of ice.
Right away.
I'll be fine for the race.
Come on! You know, I don't know.
At your age, these kind of things take longer to heal.
What do you mean, "at my age"? My age is your age, too! Nothing wrong with my ankles.
Look, Thomas, I think what T.
C.
's trying to tell you is if your ankle isn't any better by this time next week, well, we'll have to get Kenny's younger brother, Duke.
Then we can still win the race.
Yeah.
Besides, he's faster than you.
No, he isn't! Well, he's faster than you guys, too.
Yes.
But all of our ankles work.
Oh, come on, give me a break.
Oh, shoot! I'm sorry.
Here, let me You? It's me.
Hi, Thomas.
Leslie? It was kind of inevitable, wasn't it? What was? Us bumping into each other again, so to speak.
What's going on? I guess I forgot to tell you.
I guess so.
Well, Leslie came back into town and she kind of needed a job.
So I figured hey, what the hell, after everything that she did for you when you were a hotel investigator.
Detective.
Well, whatever.
Anyway, she Anyway, she almost got me killed.
Well, you did! I thought that was behind us.
Look, I got a real job now, a straight job, and I was just kind of hoping that once you knew that She's right, man.
I mean, the Vice Squad can't arrest her for serving drinks.
Unless, of course, she serves drinks to minors.
But you hardly qualify for that, because most kids have good ankles.
You were hoping for what? Whoops! I forgot.
I got to meet Higgins in the Anuenue Room.
He's got some English blokes lined up for an aerial tour of the Islands.
Well, it was nice seeing you again.
Bye! Rick? Um, I gotta help him coordinate.
And stay off that gam! You don't look very happy to see me.
No, that's not true.
It's just kind of a shock.
A shock! How? What way? Well, I mean, to find you here, working.
A job where I stand up? No! Working here.
I'm so happy you said that, Thomas.
Hey, honey, how about another round? Coming right up.
Mai tais, right? You got a good memory.
Thanks.
Look, I'll call you later, explain everything.
There's something really important that I want to talk to you about.
Can you get me a beer? Sure! You know something? My memory's not so bad either.
You're beginning to look real familiar.
Oh, all waitresses look the same.
Nah, I've seen you someplace.
Come on, man, take it easy.
I have! You're real distinctive, lady.
Mister, I have only been in Hawaii for two days.
I have never seen you before.
I think you're wrong! I think you know exactly where you've seen me.
Why don't you let the lady do her job? Say what, friend? I said, why don't you let the lady do her job? All right? Thomas, it's okay.
Hey! Why don't you mind your own business? I'm trying.
Thomas! So, honey, when do you get off? Oh, come on.
That's it! Now, look.
Please leave now! Hey, you can't tell me to leave! My name is Ron Phillips, I'm a member here.
And you're beginning to annoy me.
It could get worse.
Hey, that's a threat! Did you hear that? He's threatening me! No, I'm not threatening you.
I'm asking you very politely, before I call the manager, to please leave now! Thomas! Just a minute.
I'm handling this.
Hey! I'll kill you! I'll punch you silly! I'll rip your hair out! I'll rip your eyes out! Oh, my God! How could you? You broke my nail, you creep! Police officer! Freeze! That was positively the most disgraceful exhibition that I have ever seen! Even rivaling the time that you unleashed that python at Mr.
Masters' dinner party! I didn't unleash it! I was on a case.
A woman fainted! The right woman! It worked.
Perhaps then, in that instance, there was some justification.
Today's debacle at the Club had none.
I am therefore suspending your privileges there for one month! You can't do that! I'll call Robin! I am quite certain that he will support my stand.
By the by, have you had that ankle looked at? No! You should.
At your age, these things can take a long time to heal.
Higgins, I happen to come from a long line of fast healers.
If it's not in shape, I hear that Kenny's younger brother, Duke, has an amazing closing kick.
Perhaps, for the good of the team, you should consider withdrawing from the race.
I am not withdrawing! Well, I am.
Good day, Magnum.
Is he gone? Yes, he's gone! Well, what's that supposed to mean? What? Nothing.
I was just answering your question.
You want me to go, too? That's what it sounded like.
Look, I can take a hint.
I didn't say that.
Well, you meant it.
I didn't mean anything! Okay, fine.
So you couldn't use the clutch and I had to drive you home.
But you're not stuck with me.
I'll call a cab.
Oh, come on, Leslie! Put that down.
Please, come on.
Leslie, I don't know what it is between you and me, but we don't seem to be able to spend five minutes in the same place without screaming or storming out on each other.
I like you.
I really do.
And I really admire what you're trying to do with your life, but We just seem to rub each other the wrong way.
You know what I mean? Yeah, you're probably right.
We're kind of like oil and orange juice sometimes.
Yeah, you're right.
I'll just keep trying with my job.
After all, you can't go near the place anyway for a month, and then we'll just see what happens.
Okay? Okay.
Friends? Sure.
Oh, there's one thing I forgot.
Remember I said I wanted to talk to you about something just before you got sucker-punched? Yeah, I remember.
What did you want to talk about? I want to talk to you about seeing me professionally.
Nope, that came out wrong.
I mean you professionally.
I want to hire you, Thomas, as a private investigator.
You see, it's my little sister.
She called and left a message that she was in trouble and now she's missing.
I need your help.
Do you really have to do that? It makes me feel better, and it should make you feel better.
You are where you live, you know.
Hmm.
Leslie, tell me something.
Do you really have a sister? Yes! Well, I just thought I'd ask, 'cause last time you kind of overwhelmed me with stories about grandmothers, and kidney machines, and And anything else I could think of to get you to help me.
Besides, embellishments just kind of come naturally to me, I guess.
But this is real.
Patty is very real, and I want you to find her.
How old is she? Twenty-two.
Twenty-three? Well, it's been a few years.
Yes, it sounds like you come from a very close family.
Well, the family may not be close, but Patty and I are.
And when was the last time you saw her? Um, Sorry, no, that was Mary I haven't seen since '78.
We're also a large family.
Just show you this.
That's Patty, and that's me.
Yeah, it has been a few years.
But we talk, though.
Sometimes.
I want to understand this.
I really do.
Uh, you've moved back to Hawaii.
Then you conned Rick into giving you a job you have no evident aptitude or inclination for, so you could hire me to find an alleged sister who you haven't seen for years.
Am I close? I knew you'd say no.
I didn't say no! Yet.
Why did you go through this circuitous route? Why didn't you just call and ask me? Because this is precisely the attitude I would have expected from you, Thomas.
Precisely.
I knew it.
I guess I just stupidly thought that if you saw me making an honest effort at life, with a straight job and everything, that you would take me seriously.
Now, that, Leslie, that is precisely the kind of logic that always seems to get you in trouble.
Now, if you'd just been direct with me, I would have Said no.
That's not true.
All right, I'll be direct.
I'll be real direct.
I've always been pretty selfish.
Looked out for number one, let the world take care of itself.
But right now, my sister is out there somewhere, in trouble, maybe hurt, and the only person that can help her is me.
And I just thought that the only person that could help me was you.
But I can understand if you don't want to get involved.
It's not your problem.
I gave it my best shot and you said no, so I guess I'll just have to go on by myself.
Leslie, wait! But I will go on by myself because, for once in my life, I'd like to think that I did the right thing! Leslie, wait! For no other reason except the fact I can't keep up! that somebody really needs me, and I put aside my own petty problems to help them out.
Leslie, I'm trying to tell you I'll do it! Thank you, Thomas.
You're welcome! Now, I need to know something about her.
What does she do? Um, she's a hooker, like me.
I'm not exactly sure why I agreed to help Leslie find this missing sister of hers.
But, then again, maybe I am.
Maybe it all goes back to the "appearances can be deceiving" syndrome.
I mean, yes, Leslie has embellished in the past, to the point of nearly getting me killed.
But I had a feeling that this time she wasn't embellishing, that she really was determined to help her sister out.
Besides, when you have a car like a Ferrari, well, just like a racehorse, it needs a workout.
Leslie, this is the fourth time that we have been around the block! Are you forgetting the address? No, I did not forget the address.
I just want to make sure it's clear.
Ah! Now, this is what I'm talking about, Leslie.
You have to be more direct.
You just want to make sure what is clear? The coast! What coast? To Cleo's apartment! Remember her? My friend.
Besides, if her pimp's around, forget it.
But that's why you're here, right? Never mind.
Okay.
Now, this is a very powerful car, it's going to be hard to maneuver.
Be careful.
My horoscope for the month said to get ready for some surprises.
Well, I just got that.
But it also said I'd be marrying rich, too.
Oh, well, one out of two ain't bad, I guess.
Leslie, honey, you are flooring me.
A waitress? And the former hotel detective, too.
Aw! You're still cute.
Thank you.
And you're still ducking me, Cleo.
What do you know about Patty? That depends.
Please, Cleo, I gotta find her! A whole lot of people are thinking that way, too.
But if you're going to bring muscle, which you're going to need, you should've brought one that can walk.
He'll do.
Won't he, though.
Cut it out, Cleo! He's working! For me! Okay, okay, I'm sorry.
It's just that sometimes Never mind.
Patty! That was taken at the Prince Kuhio Fair three weeks ago.
Which was the last time you heard from her.
Right! Which was the last time anybody ever heard from her.
I don't know if you know this, but she was working down in Waikiki, and word has it she was skimming from her man.
Oh! What happened? What usually happens.
Wherever she is on this rock, I wouldn't want to be under there with her, that's all I can say.
Who's her "man"? He calls himself "The Mighty Flinn.
" Oh, hell! Uh, Cleo, who is he? I don't know who he is, but I know what he is.
Take care of her.
Well, where do I find him? He usually finds you.
Thanks.
Um, call me? Sometimes? Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one All right! Hi, guys.
Hey, Thomas.
How's the ankle? Oh, better.
I ought to Get some rest.
I mean, Duke is really tearing up the splits.
I'll be fine.
I'll be ready for the race.
Well, we don't want to rush things.
I mean, if we have a winning combination, we don't want to mess it up just because of a foolish sense of pride.
Pride's got nothing to do with it! I'll let you guys talk.
How could you guys? How could we what? How could you try and manipulate me out of this race? Because we want to win! Well, okay, fine.
I won't anchor.
I'm still faster than Rick.
Um, speed isn't everything, Thomas.
At least my ankle and I will finish.
Oh, by the way, I got that info you wanted on that Flinn guy.
He's one tough customer, baby.
According to Ice Pick, he keeps the obit sections in the newspaper alive.
So I've been told.
Where is he? At his business.
And I bet you I know what that is.
Probably some waterfront dive or gambling parlor Uh, he runs a rug shampooing business.
Thanks.
Thank Ice Pick.
But I don't think he did you any favors.
Tell him I'll be ready.
Island Breeze.
That reminds me of when Patty and I played jump rope as kids.
Her favorite rhyme was, "Tropical breeze tickles your knees.
How many islands can you see? "One, two, three, four, five, six Leslie " seven, eight, nine " I get the idea.
Wait here.
I'll try.
And don't move.
Hi.
Can I help you? I was looking to get my rug shampooed.
Oh, yeah? Well, you've come to the right place.
Well, most of my business is telephone order.
Who referred you? A friend.
A good friend.
Easy on the soap, girls.
Uh-huh.
Look, fella, I need a reference.
Okay, what's your name? Randolph Williams.
Randolph Williams.
Okay, you leave a credit card or $200 and just tell me when, okay? And maybe who? Look, pal, just one time, in English.
Well, my friend said that the person who cleaned his condo was a young blonde about 22, 23, and he said she did a very good job.
Doesn't ring a bell.
Maybe you should Maybe I should talk to some of your maintenance people.
I Hold it right there! Where is she? That's my gun! Where's who? Where'd you get my gun? I cleaned up your place, remember? I must have stuck it in my purse.
Patty Emory, my sister.
What did you do to her? I think the two of you better leave.
Not until you start talking.
I think we better leave, too.
Are you crazy? No, you are! What if we forget the whole thing? No.
Now what do we do? Don't ask me, you've got the gun.
Come on, Thomas, let's go! Thomas, this is hardly the time to wimp out! Just kidding.
Come on! Leave now.
Okay, suffer.
But it's not gonna be my fault if you can't run in your dumb race on Saturday.
Yes, it is.
Because of you, it's worse.
I'll have you know that I am a certified physical therapist.
I'm sure you are.
Just exactly what do you mean by that? Certifiable! That's what I mean! And you're completely irresponsible, and crazy, and to make matters worse, you made me break Robin's antique walking stick! Oh, big deal! I'm sure he's got another one.
Another one? Another one? Do you have any idea, any conception, of how hard one of these Never mind.
Just get out of my life, now! On my way! On my way! But I am still going to find Patty, with you or without you.
Oh, great! Good luck.
Just let the cops know who the next of kin is to notify.
Damn it! She is my next of kin! Leslie, please don't break anything else.
But I really want to! Go ahead.
Leslie, just tell me why you barged in there with my gun.
I guess I was trying to be direct.
Oh, great.
That's wonderful.
You know, that's real improvement.
But what sense did it make? You know, if Flinn is also after Patty, then he's not going to know where she is either.
Right? Right.
Right! Now, my plan was to talk to one of the girls.
That was the only way we were going to get another clue.
Now all that's been accomplished, besides just about getting both of us killed and setting my ankle back two more days, and breaking Robin's antique walking stick, is that Flinn is going to be looking for her that much harder and you and I have absolutely nothing to go on! "You and I"? Does that mean you're not quitting on me? You're not, are you? I think your shift starts at the Club in about a half an hour.
Yeah, you're right, I'd better But then, how can I help you? You can't, you mustn't, and you won't! But But nothing! Take the Ferrari.
But what about you? You can't drive.
I'll take the Audi.
It's an automatic.
Thank you, Thomas.
You're welcome.
You know what? What? You're a knight.
A knight in armor.
No, I'm not.
I'm just a private investigator doing his job for a client he cares about.
I'm going to find your sister.
Thank you.
I know what you're thinking, and you're right.
I never should have borrowed such a valuable antique in the first place.
And if I had to explain it to him, I knew Higgins would understand.
Hi, Higgins.
That is my desk.
Yes, I know.
I was just relaxing for a minute.
On my desk? Do you need it? It's quite irrelevant whether I need it or not.
The point is that one doesn't simply lounge around on another man's desk.
So you don't need it.
As a matter of fact, I do.
Now, if you're quite finished loafing about Oh, Higgins.
You caught me red-handed.
I wasn't actually relaxing on your desk.
I mean, you know how important it is to the Club that I run in that relay race.
And you also know that my ankle has been giving me a tiny little bit of trouble.
So, I thought No.
"No" what? Whatever it is of Robin's you want to beg, borrow, or steal, no.
Higgins, I I am hurt.
I mean, I didn't come here to beg or borrow anything.
I came here to ask you, as an expert in the field of homeopathic medicine, your advice.
Now, you can call that stealing if you'd like.
You want my advice? Only if you want to give it to me.
I'm sorry, Magnum, I misjudged you.
The ankle, is it? Right.
Quite.
I do seem to recall a similar incident.
Where is that chapter on Lizard Island? You don't mind if I walk around a little? I just don't want it to stiffen up.
I'm listening, though.
Ah, here it is.
A young Kanaka boy traveling with our unit fell down the river embankment into the waiting jaws of a ravenous crocodile.
Naturally, I killed the crocodile with one well-placed shot.
But it took several hours to pry the young lad's leg loose, even though the crocodile was dead.
I formulated a concoction of local herbs and river-bed clay to put on the wound overnight, which, if I say so myself, was a miraculous cure.
Some of the elements may be a trifle difficult to come up with here on the Island.
However, I feel quite certain that, with a little persistence It seems to be working already.
Okay, so I hadn't been completely and I had even stretched the truth a little bit with Leslie when I told her we had absolutely nothing to go on in terms of finding Patty.
Even once I found a list of employee records and various clients, that was still basically true.
But at least it wasn't absolutely nothing.
In here.
We'd better hurry! How utterly fascinating.
Some of the more prominent personages on the Island are listed in this ledger, including my accountant.
Surprise, surprise.
Oh, and Ron Phillips, the guy who started the fight at the Club.
And you contend that this Flinn was supplying them all with rug shampooers? Including my sister Patty.
Oh, by the way, Thomas, I just wanted to thank you for Please don't.
For what? Nothing.
For letting me take the Ferrari.
Higgins, could you just check this last name on the list, J.
Barnett, see if it rings a bell? His billing address is across from the State Legislature, and if anybody'd know a guy like that, it would certainly be you.
You let her drive the Ferrari? See, uh, he was Patty's last customer.
That's the place to start.
And his secretary wouldn't take Thomas's call, so I'll see what I can do.
Great.
Thanks, Mr.
Higgins.
About the Ferrari I think he wants us to leave the room.
Hello, Valerie? This is Jonathan.
Is the Senator in? Jay Barnett is a plastic lobbyist.
You mean the little wind-up kind with a key in his back? If you're going to prevail upon me to do your legwork for you, then the least I would expect is a minimum of silliness.
You're right.
I'm sorry, Higgins.
Go on.
As a matter of fact, he represents the entire plastics industry in the State Legislature.
He believes you to be a representative of a Mainland company that wishes to relocate here.
Well, that's terrific.
Thank you, Higgins.
Listen, you're not gonna get in any trouble with this, are you? I mean, using your connections to get me in to see this guy under false pretenses? Probably.
But your cause is worthy.
If he has anything to do with that poor girl's disappearance, well, I hope you nail his miserable hide.
Hello? Yeah, it's me.
Is Leslie with you? No.
She went to work.
Oh, yeah? Then, how come she didn't show up? She's really messing me up.
I don't think you're the only one.
Leslie? Yes! She did it again.
More on "appearances can be deceiving.
" Sometimes they're not.
Sometimes, no matter what you try not to see in someone, it's still going to be there.
Zebras still have stripes, leopards spots, and Leslie, one thick-headed, one-track mind.
But at least I could be thankful for a couple of things.
Barnett's home address, for one, automatic transmission, for another, and finally, I was thankful, in advance, for having the cleverness and foresight to get to Barnett before Leslie did.
Who is it? Thomas Magnum.
We have an appointment.
Small world.
It could get a lot smaller if you don't get out of here.
What's the matter, Jay? Get out of here! You two old friends? The first time I ever saw her was the other day at the Club.
But my buddy Ron used to rent her, if you want references.
What about that project we were working on? I lost interest.
Cancel the appointment.
Cancel everything.
What project? Nothing.
I don't know what he's talking about.
Maybe you'd better tell me who you really are.
Last and final postscript to "appearances can be deceiving.
" Sometimes it's not worth figuring out whether they are or not.
For example, it could have taken me weeks, maybe months, to sort through the half-truths and white lies to find the real reason Leslie had for being in Barnett's apartment.
And then, I could start in on the interesting stuff.
Like, what was Leslie's real relationship with the pimp named Flinn? And had she ever had a sister named Patty? But I couldn't see why I should spend one more minute trying to find the trees through the forest of lies.
Unless Leslie really was in trouble and was trying to protect me with that little act of hers.
Sometimes I think life would be a great deal easier without a little voice nagging at me when things don't seem just right.
And once again, it looked like my little voice was right.
All I could hope for was that Leslie had left me some kind of a clue.
But I wasn't counting on much.
Fortunately, that's usually when I get a little lucky.
"Tickles your knees, Island Breeze.
" Obviously, Leslie had found a way to leave me a message that Flinn had Patty, and maybe Leslie, too.
But I knew that he wouldn't risk hiding them out at his office.
Especially when he had a nice big warehouse tucked away in a rundown part of town.
I know what you're thinking.
Maybe most of this was my fault.
After all, I'm the one who told Leslie to be direct.
But, on the other hand, I didn't tell her to be too direct! Especially with the wrong guys.
On the other hand, I suppose it was possible that I was, in some small way, responsible for Jay figuring out she had ulterior motives for being there.
But, on the other hand, despite being hopelessly outnumbered, I did have a plan.
A darn good one.
One that could very well save Leslie and her sister Patty.
I don't care what you do, just get rid of her! I'm not exactly in the business of cleaning up after sloppy politicians.
My buddy Ron told me you were reliable and discreet.
I do business with you one time, and I got nothing but problems.
Now, you do something about it, or you're going to have to find a new line of work.
Patty Emory, I presume? Hey! Shriners convention, 1983! Shh! No, no, no.
You don't know me.
But I'm kind of a friend of your sister's.
You're with Leslie! You guys are here to rescue me! Oh, God, I can't believe it! I thought I was a dead person.
Hey, what took you so long? I hope you don't mind the long route.
Be careful.
What about Leslie? I'll get to her in a minute.
What the hell did you do to get so many people mad at you? Uh, nothing.
Really.
Well, Flinn sent me over to Barnett's place.
So he and Barnett are connected? No.
No, I was just supposed to go over there to deliver the weekly special, if you know what I mean? Anyway, I found some papers.
Some correspondence that would have gotten Barnett in a whole lot of trouble unless he was willing to pay a small finder's fee to recover them.
So you're blackmailing Barnett? Well, I kind of like to think of it as a shrewd financial move to set myself up in business.
Patty's Palmistry Parlor.
I give great readings.
All right, that's enough.
Now we're gonna have to get rid of both of these dames.
Great! I just don't want to know anything about it.
What exactly do you mean by "get rid of"? Shut up! Now go get the other one! Come on, get her out of here! Wait a minute! Where am I going? Just because I'm a hooker doesn't mean I don't have a right to my dreams-come-true.
I didn't say you didn't, but nobody's gonna have any dreams come true unless I can get you and your sister out of here.
Now, wait here.
I have friends who know exactly where I am.
And they're going to come looking for me if I don't call in in five minutes.
Hey, boss, she's gone! Well, find her, stupid! What are we gonna do? Kenny! Throw it in, Flinn.
It's over.
Oh, wow! I haven't had this much fun since the 1968 State Fair when my sister Mary won the hog-riding contest! Or was that Wendy? Bunny! Scooter? Scooter! Bunny! I see you've met my sister.
Bunny! Oh, man.
Duke, you okay? I think I broke my leg.
How's your ankle? Welcome to the King Kamehameha Club Charity Track and Field Games.
The first event of the day, the 440-yard relay, will begin in three minutes.
I brought you some water.
I don't understand why you're not running this race with the rest of your team.
Why'd you tell them I would do it? Because I made a deal.
Huh? I made a deal with Kenny.
He and his brother would help me at the warehouse, and I would withdraw from the race, let Duke run instead.
Yeah, but Duke broke his ankle.
That's their problem, not mine.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to my seat.
Hey! Don't you think you're being a little bit petulant? No! I think your pride and ego are hurt.
I also think part of this is you're mad at me, too.
You're mad because I stole Jay Barnett's address and jumped the gun.
All right.
Yes, you're right.
Although this is hardly the time or place to bring it up.
Why in the hell would you do something so stupid? Why? I was just trying to do what you told me to do, be direct.
That's not direct, that's stupid.
Yeah, you're right.
It was stupid.
It was stupid of me to almost get myself killed when I could've just waited and let you handle it.
But do you want to know why I did something so stupid? More than I can tell you.
The only reason I did something so stupid is because I love my sister.
And I just felt that the bottom line was, considering who we were going up against, that if anybody was going to get hurt, or worse, trying to get her back, I'd rather it be me than you, because the other bottom line here is I kind of, in a weird way, love you, too.
Well, you don't have to be that direct.
Hey, you don't have to take it so personally.
I love a lot of things.
Sunsets, piña coladas, do-wop.
I'd also love to see you run this damn race! Runners to your marks.
Set Go get 'em, Thomas.