r/MagnumPI • u/AdCareless2338 • 1d ago
Magnum PI 2026 Starring Tom Selleck
Magnum PI
Copywrite
2026
starring
TOM SELLECK
Gifted to Tom Selleck
Story by Karl Myles Esq.
"For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
Preface
I grew up on the TV show, I needed it. I have always loved the Thomas Magnum Character. In an interview a few years back Mr. Selleck expressed the belief that only his character would be seen as the real Magnum PI. I thought to myself where he would be today. Honestly at the time I had dreams of Mr. Selleck playing the character and I believe that he still could. However, a simpler idea might be to animate it with the great voice of Mr. Selleck. My goal right now is that this gets to Mr. Selleck, it’s a great story. It may need a little help but not that much.
Why am I still alive?
7 am Starbucks Venice Beach California
You only get one life, and I have a problem; I don’t know the value of mine. Magnum walks out of Starbucks with a cup of coffee and a paper bag. He holds the door open with his body and smiles while a nice younger lady walks out, she smiles back. Magnum turns his head inside the coffee shop and says goodbye to the counter girl. She yells back, flirtatiously “See you tomorrow Mr. Magnum.” Magnum is wearing an expensive white linen button-down beach shirt, nice red board shorts and sunglasses. He is retired from the Navy for the second time in his life and retired from being a private investigator for the first. After clearing the door, he heads to the beach, while huffing down his donut like a kid about to be caught for stealing grandma’s cookies. Tom walks the public access path between the three-story beach houses and puts the crumb filled paper bag from the donut in his pocket. Walking on the beach in Venice he takes a couple big gulps of his coffee. It is a long walk between the boardwalk and the ocean. “What is my life about? Is it about me and the victories that I have achieved? Or is it about the family and friends that I have been lucky to have all these years?’ [Tom Selleck slow monotone voice drops] “Or . . . at least the ones who are still alive.”
What about the people I could not help? What about their families, their friends? Do I take the people that I have helped and subtract the people that I have been unable to help? Is that my life score? Do I walk up to God and give him my report card and ask Him if I did well enough? Or does he say get away from me I never knew you. Or do I even believe in God? [Magnum continues to walk slowly down the beach with a happy but subdued look on his face, his sunglasses covering his eyes. He holds the paper coffee cup with his thumb on the lid and baby finger on the bottom of the cup. As he is walking and drinking his coffee Magnum stops almost stumbling and looks at the ocean as if he has never seen it before. I still love the ocean in the morning. It always has a new face each day, no two days are alike. He stops and stares through his now much older eyes, knocking off his glasses and letting the cord catch them. He closes his eyes and takes in the smell of the ocean. I really like these morning trips to go get coffee. As for God, I have never stopped believing in Him or needing Him.
Magnum continues to walk down the beach to his jet ski that is now halfway washed up on the sand. Magnum puts his coffee in the ski’s cup holder at almost a 45-degree angle like a motorcycle on its kick stand. He stands it up allowing the waves to wash under the haul and begins to free this massive machine. He smiles at a kid on the beach and says, “Thanks guy, for keeping an eye on her well I was gone.” “Sure thing Mr. Magnum.” Says one boy about thirteen who is skim surfing. “Tell your dad I said hello.” “Always.” The other older teen upon seeing magnum runs in from a set with his surfboard in hand and yells out: “Magnum! Howzit?”, giving a little nudge of the head. As Magnum looks at the 325-horsepower jet ski, “Oh you mean the ski, it’s a beast.” “Hay Bra, surfs up a bit. If you need help getting her out call Uber and I’ll deliver her up real nice to your building. It might be a bit too Gnarly for you now that the surf has picked up.” Magnum looks at the water as his hands continue to ready the ski and says, “Thanks Nick but I got this.” Magnum replaces his glasses and walks the ski into deeper water before turning it on and flooring it. The ski hits a huge six-foot breaker, catches air and falls ass-end first back into the ocean. Showing off a little for the boys, the ski bobs like a fishing bobber for a moment then Magnum rockets it at forty-five-degrees cutting through the shore break into the open water. The boys look wishing it were them. Frank Sinatra Music is playing, - I'm Gona Live till I Die. Drone shot draws back revealing Magnum on the ski in the ocean moving very fast.
That little voice
The drive home was great, like it is every summer day around here. California is not Hawaii and Hawaii is not California. Just different. All the way home my little voice, that one that kept me alive for the last six decades, just would not shut up. The strange thing was I could not really understand what it was saying. The voice started when I was nineteen in Vietnam. I was lying flat on my back asleep in the middle of the jungle. I woke up and started to sit up and my buddy next to me said “Stop!” Right then a bullet whizzed above my head. After the shooting ended, I thanked my friend for warning me. He looked at me puzzled and he said, “Warning you about what?”, “Not to sit up.” “Magnum, I said nothing to you when the bullets started, I was still asleep.” Today all I got from my little voice was unrest, murmurs, and no clear words. Before it was always saving my life during the war and on the islands. But that was such a long time ago. One enemy it has never warned me about was getting old. I still Surf Ski, and I still swim open water but not as far and not as much. I do now love the Jet Ski it’s a blast. Maybe not the best exercise but I like the way it makes me feel. I guess it makes me feel young. Maybe I should have listened to my grandfather when he told me never get old.
My Grandfather
Out of all the people in my life who I really appreciated as a kid my grandfather takes the cake. Maybe because grandfathers never get mad at you. Even when you spray engine oil all over their workshop. When I was a kid, my grandfather would tell me; “never get old.” He would also look at my purple soda and say, “yuk poison.” Well never get old was some good advice and unfortunately, he followed it, I wish he had not. I really miss him. He was also right about the purple soda.
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Marina Del Ray
Magnum parks his Ski in the Wave Port in front of his condo at Marina Del Ray. Living on the beach is beautiful. However, I am not going to lie to you, it’s nothing compared to Hawaii. The truth is even Vietnam was extremely beautiful. But I guess what is more important is what you do in a place that you call home.
T.C.
I have seen lots of death in this life. The pain I felt after TC’s death was not normal. It was extraordinary. Hawaii started to become a delusion for me. Or should I say the delusion started to wear off. The reality of death and methamphetamine in Hawaii became in view. It’s not like drugs never existed there but I could just see them more now. Moving from Oahu to LA has not been a drug free transition. I just kind of expected it more in a big city. I needed a change. Where I once would see sunsets on the beach, I would instead find myself counting hypodermic needles, water bottles and condoms floating in the ocean. The earlier death of Higgins was a body blow, and the death of TC pushed me to the edge. When I had no strength to go on, the strength of my wife took over. She held me up, straight up, when even a gentle breeze would have blown me over. She would carry me inside after I was too drunk to walk to my own bed. I spent two years drunk after TC died, the booze being proof of my depression. I finally stopped when that little voice told me if you keep this up first, she will be gone and second, you will be dead. That’s when I stopped.
The remainder of his coffee still in hand, Magnum walked from the jet ski to his condo. He waves hello to a bunch of people on his way up. When Robert Masters died, I truly knew how much he appreciated me. I asked nothing from him, and that man gave me absolutely everything. At least the things that money can buy. A cure for cancer was not among them. And after he died, he left me a ridiculous mountain of money. All of it and everything I own I would have piled up on the front lawn and taken a match to it for one more day with my friend TC. Having money solves only one problem. Money problems. Magnum continues to his condo on the 20th and top floor. I am sure that today will be a simple sunny day. That is if this annoying voice would just leave me alone.
The Condo
Magnum quietly pussyfoots into his condo. He places his wallet in a basket on the kitchen table which contained a 40-caliber pistol and magazine. He opens the door to his balcony and a voice says, “Did you get me a tea?” Inside there is a most beautiful lady sitting on a lounge chair facing the ocean and pool. The lady in the condo hinges down her magazine waiting for an answer in her huge Jackie Onassis sunglasses. Magnum walks over and kisses her and takes her sunglasses off. “I know that you don’t like Starbucks coffee you say it’s too strong.” “Yes, but I like their tea.” Did you ask me to get you tea? “Honey I was asleep when you left. Besides why can’t you be a normal person and just drive your little plastic car?” “I like the Ski.” “Toy!” she yells. “I take exception to that it’s a wonderful ride.” “Why can’t you just drink our coffee right here?” Well, every morning I ride for one purpose and one purpose alone, just to get away from you.” He leans in for another kiss she puckers up and smacks him in the face with the pillow. “I really hate you; I always have hated you.” Why then have you been married to me for the last ten years. “Because that movie told me to.” “What movie?” Magnum has always been a movie buff. “The one that says keep your friends close and your enemies closer.” “The Godfather, great film!” “Yes, it told me to keep you nice and close so that I can kill you!” They are both giggling as they talk to each other. I do not think that is what he intended in the film.
Magnum walks over to the bar area and grabs a handful of old buttered popcorn from last night and eats it. Margret stands up cornering him at the bar and says, “What are you eating?” “Old Buttered Popcorn” he answers looking at his hand.” You are a strange man Mr. Magnum. She moves even closer flirting with him. “Oh, your phone has been making a bunch of noise. I threw a pillow at it but that did not seem to help much.” “And I’m the strange one.” “Did you look at it?” “No after all these years I trust you my handsome man.” “Very Funny” Magnum says. He grabs his phone and starts to read it concentrating on the phone. The smile on his face melts away. “Hay hon, its Bryant I am going to take this on the balcony.” [Magnum flashes back to TC in the hospital, the sound of high flow oxygen fills the room as he promises to always take care of his son.] TC has been dead for over seven years now and this is the first call from Bryant to Magnum. The text just said, “Call me please, Bryant.” It’s not that I do not like Bryant, I just did not know where to put him in my head. Many of my friends have died. However, TC just seemed to me to be invincible, and it hurt. It hurt bad. Worse than anything except my dad when I was five. This pain was like cancer to me. Its tentacles reached every spec of my being. Everything hurt. It almost cost me my marriage and my life. I stopped speaking to my wife and started speaking to a bottle of Remy every night. Finally, my little voice said, “If you keep this up first, she will be gone and second you will be dead.” And that was all it took. The pain is still there but manageable and the heavy drinking is gone.
It is completed this is only the first 5 pages
