[Magnum is mowing the lawn at the estate. Higgins approaches with the dogs, scowling. The dogs bark at Magnum] Magnum : [smiles] Morning, Higgins. Guys. Something wrong? Higgins : [annoyed] Simply put, you are not qualified for this work. Magnum : Gee, Higgins, I don't think that's very nice. Look at my rows. They're even, they overlap. I know how to mow a yard. [Higgins bends and picks up some lawn stems] Higgins : To the untrained eye, this may appear to be just another suburban lawn. But for your information, we are standing on a scientifically formulated carpet of bahía, Kentucky bluegrass and an African zoysia. One doesn't just mow it. Magnum : Gee, Higgins. I was just trying to do you a favor. Higgins : [takes the lawn mower] I hope it can be saved. You were cutting at least 30 degrees against the grain. [Higgins walks away with the lawn mower. Magnum walks next to him, pushing the wheelbarrow in front of him] Higgins : Favor? Magnum : Well, I just figured it was time I paid back some of the favors that I owe everybody. Even the score, balance my karma. You know what I mean? Higgins : Assuming you had some grasp of a subtle Eastern concept like karma... Magnum : I'm serious, Higgins. Make me a list of the favors that I owe you, and I'll take care of them. Higgins : [impatiently] I already have a list. What I don't have is a reason to believe you. Magnum : You know that case I had last week? The guy from Maui who couldn't live unless I found his wife for him, you remember? Higgins : Really, Magnum, I'm not interested in listening to another of your tawdry divorce cases. Magnum : Well, I found her. In some kootch joint on Hotel Street. It was a heart-warming reunion. [Magnum and Higgins place the tools in a storeroom] Magnum : She had a gun, he had a gun and, I had the hiccups for about six hours after the shooting. Higgins : A case of hiccups is hardly a revelation. Magnum : No, no, I'm serious, Higgins, I'm serious. There I was, right between 'em, and I didn't get a nick. I think it was... some kind of gypsy's warning. Higgins : [mockingly] Karma, gypsy warning. I suppose your horoscope clinched it. Magnum : Not my horoscope. This. [Magnum shows Higgins a fortune cookie, not very fresh] Higgins : [winces in disgust] Good God, that's horrible. What is it? Magnum : It's a fortune cookie that I got from some takeout Sichuan food after the shooting. Higgins : I thought you had the hiccups. Magnum : Just read the fortune. [Higgins takes the cookie, takes out the note and reads it aloud] Higgins : "A man of good fortune repays his reward". I agree. That's quite a coincidence. [Higgins hands the cookie back to Magnum. Magnum places the note back inside the cookie] Higgins : Magnum, are you serious about this? I mean, it isn't one of your silly attempts to extract some favor from me, is it? [Magnum kisses the cookie, then raises his right hand] Magnum : I swear. Higgins : There is an errand you might be perfectly qualified to perform. [Higgins hands Mangum a bill of lading] Magnum : Thank you. [Higgins sighs and rolls his eyes, as if saying "I know I am going to regret that"]