A shiny, new, red Ferrari zips by at 90 miles
an hour. The car comes to a stop with its tires squealing;
there’s a distinct smell of rubber as the driver opens
the door and steps out of the vehicle. In the background, a
woman who could be a model comes running towards him, crying
for his help. It’s Magnum, P.I., a tough guy, but still
humble, never in need of money or a bulletproof vest.