Higgins puts on a production of “The Mikado.” Magnum takes a hard-luck case. The plots converge. It’s the perfect archetypal episode of “Magnum, p.i.”! As for your hosts, we have no idea what we are doing and the entire episode is gibberish. It’s us, not you, Magnum.
This is a special episode. There’s a lot of nonsense, and also a lot of really great stuff. Magnum is lost at sea. Rick, T.C., and Higgins feel the tingling of their Magnum-Sense. In the end, is this the best that Magnum has to offer? Possibly, but we’ll still make time to talk about dumb stuff like baseball caps and Tiger Stadium stock footage.
The rich aren’t like you and me, Magnum. They have wants… needs… desires. And sometimes they must play The Game. The world’s most dangerous— wait, we’re hearing it’s not that dangerous after all.
Carol Burnett locks Magnum in a bank vault! The Ferrari gets towed! Rick and T.C. throw an ’80s party at Magnum’s swinging pad! Higgins hosts a meditation retreat that we suspect is actually an orgy! This episode has it all.
It’s the episode where Magnum goes to Detroit to watch an entire Tigers homestand and ends up meeting star players Lou Whitaker and Alan Trammell! Unfortunately, that’s about five minutes of this episode—the rest of it involves T.C. becoming an underground boxer in order to protect Shannen Doherty and her dad because he accidentally drove the Ferrari into a bunch of pigs. Pretty typical stuff.
Legendary actor Mako appears in this episode that is the height of 1980s obsession with Japanese culture. Magnum meets a samurai who is about to commit seppuku because he’s lost a priceless ancient Japanese plate. There are Limo Ninjas! Also, Higgins may have murdered Magnum at the end.
In a spin-off attempt that went nowhere, we get to meet J. “Digger” Doyle, played by Erin Gray right between her roles in “Buck Rogers” and “Silver Spoons.” We do an awful lot of Orson Welles impressions. Jason is frustrated by Higgins’s flagrant cock-blocking of Magnum. And what is this awful laser-related fiction Robin Masters is dictating?
Magnum and T.C. walk on to an NFL team during training camp, because that’s how football works. Hey, it’s Pat Morita! And Dick Butkus! We invent Higgins’s podcast. And Phil has some very important Fritz Feld follow-up.
The Hungarian Revolution. An elusive bird expert. A… murderous macaw? Just your average wacky episode of “Magnum, p.i.” Whoops! (feathers)
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A hurricane is bearing down on Hawaii, a solstice-themed party is an excuse to find a potential murderer, and a violent idiot named Randy comes to the Masters Estate. The locals on the shortwave are calling it The Big Blow!
Also, this podcast finally gets its wings, as we share our first listener follow-up and ignite a controversy about time and space in “Magnum, p.i.” (If you have comments, whisper them into a coconut and then send the coconut to firstname.lastname@example.org.)
It seemed like a prophetic dream, but it’s true — our Official England Expert Antony Johnston rejoins us to discuss the sixth season premiere, “Deja Vu,” in which Magnum, Higgins, and Rick go to London, meet Peter Davison and Julian Glover, grapple with family ties and the legacy of the Vietnam war, investigate a maybe-murder that may be connected to a perfectly timed assassination plot, and drive a series of interesting cars. Meanwhile, T.C. is having the time of his life in Morocco!
John Hillerman does a funny accent in order to save Higgins’s niece’s family rodeo from the hands of her wicked stepmother. It is more ridiculous than it sounds.
An actor you might remember from “The Godfather, Part II” steals every scene in this episode about mobsters trying to kidnap a dog. We loved it.
In a special crossover episode, we’re joined by Scott McNulty, host of a “Murder, She Wrote” podcast that doesn’t exist (yet?), to discuss Magnum meeting Jessica Fletcher in a special two-show episode. These episodes feature lanai PCs, crowbars, Sheraton lobbies, an endless B-plot involving Rick and T.C.’s shady Maui land deal, and not nearly enough fun crossover interplay between the characters of two legendary 1980s CBS series. Also, the plot makes zero sense.
The funny head wounds continue, as Higgins transforms into an even more pompous character in the midst of a 1920s revival party populated by a bunch of rich friends of Robin Masters. Also, T.C. would like an autograph—for his sister.
Jason gets upset about time zones, but Phil doesn’t remember it that way. David puts on a pig costume and sings “Feelings.” And nobody mentions the dead guy.
The snow is cocaine, and it’s used as a murder weapon involving an incident in Vietnam years before. Welcome to the lighthearted romp that is “Magnum, p.i.”! Also, we discuss the airport bathrooms we’d prefer to be murdered in.