All language subtitles for Magnum PI S06E01+E02 Deja Vu Pt 1 + Pt 2

Downloaded From www.AllSubs.org

Shared by http://DJJ.HOME.SAPO.PT/

MAGNUM: I promised
this friend of mine

that I'd visit him
just as soon as
I got to London,

and now I'm gonna get
a chance to see him...

Is something wrong?

Geoffrey's dead.

Some say his soul
is still trapped in there

waiting to take revenge
on the men who murdered him.

MAGNUM: Geoff had this feeling
he could send me signals
just by concentrating.

(HORN BLARlNG)

PENELOPE: Stop!

Let him go!

PENELOPE:
You're just like him.
You're just like Geoffrey.

Thomas!

Maybe you should go away.

MAGNUM: I just don't believe
in ghost stories.

I think you do.

(TOY TRAlN WHlSTLE BLOWlNG)

Jacob.

I told you before
and I'm not gonna
tell you again.

When the seat belt
light is on,
you have to sit down!

I don't want to sit down!

Well, you have to sit down!
I don't care what you want.

WOMAN: You've been so naughty.
Now sit down.

You really cannot go
running up and down...

Deplorable how some mothers
cannot control their children.

When l...

Are you all right?

MAGNUM:
I just had a weird dream.

I hope you enjoyed it,
because you missed
the movie,

you missed
the steak flamb�,

and the complimentary
after-dinner
hot towel with lemon.

But most importantly,

you missed
the entire discussion
we were having

concerning our assignment
in England.

I really wanted
to see that movie.

Magnum, must I remind you
that this is not
a pleasure trip?

We are here on urgent business
for Robin Masters.

And if I cannot have
your complete attention,
Higgins.

perhaps I should
telephone Mr. Masters
Higgins!

and inform him that
he should hire someone else.

Higgins, you have
my complete attention!

Very well.

Perhaps we have enough time

to go over
the bare essentials
before we land.

We're preparing
to land now, sir.

You'll have to
stow your briefcase underneath
the seat in front of you

and bring your seat
to the full upright position.

MAGNUM: There's something
very unsettling

about waking up
abruptly from a dream.

It's almost as if
part of you gets trapped
in that cloudy dream world

Ieaving you feeling
vaguely lost and uneasy.

I couldn't remember
all the images,

but I had a feeling
I had escaped some
terrible danger by waking up.

And I also couldn't
shake the feeling

that the danger
was still out there, lurking,

waiting, just out of sight.

MAGNUM: Higgins, that's it!
The castle!

HlGGlNS: Yes, quite.

Most impressive
from the air, isn't it?

No, I mean,
I saw this castle.

Well, of course you did.
I was showing you
aerial photographs of it

when you fell asleep.

HlGGlNS: Ah! Here it is.

We will be met at Robin's Keep
by lan Mackerras.

Although his credentials
are sparse, to say the least,

Mr. Masters seems to feel
that he has the makings

of a first-rate major-domo.

Ian Mackerras
at your service, sir.

I'm Jonathan Quayle Higgins
and this...

I'm sorry?

I said I am
Jonathan Quayle Higgins...

Yes, of course, Mr. Higgins.

Allow me to
take your luggage, sir.

No, thank you,
I can manage myself.

No, I've got it.

MAGNUM:
I'm sure he's just trying
to do his job.

Yes, well,

he appears to be
even less qualified
to run Robin's Keep

than I had hoped.

Here is another copy
of our schedule,

beginning with
this afternoon's
appointments.

Try not to misplace
this one.

Oh, about this afternoon,
Higgins,

there's something
I kind of forgot
to tell you about.

Luggage all taken care of.

I wager
you'll be wanting a full tour
of the castle now,

from the gate house
to the gloriettas.

I think you'll find
our heraldry room
fascinating.

We have housekeeping records
dating back to 1422.

Ian, perhaps it would be
a more efficient use
of our time

if we took the tour
with the security advisor.

The security advisor.

You have set an appointment to
interview a security advisor
from Guardmor?

Oh, certainly. Yes, indeed.
All taken care of.

And he's meeting us here
this afternoon
per our discussed itinerary?

Not quite this afternoon.

What do you mean,
not quite this afternoon?

Either he is meeting us here
this afternoon or he isn't.

He isn't.
That's great.

What are you talking about?

Well, I sort of
made other plans.

You assured me
you would schedule
an appointment.

Well, I did, but he sent word
to say his sister's wedding

had been unexpectedly
brought forward six months.

What you Yanks
call a shotgun affair,
I believe.

Anyway, I didn't see
any harm in rescheduling it
for tomorrow.

MAGNUM: No harm at all.

Isn't that funny,
how things have a way
of working out, Higgins?

I mean, I sort of promised
this friend of mine,
Geoffrey St. Clair...

You remember,
I told you about him.

...that I'd visit him
just as soon as
I got to London,

and now I'm gonna get
a chance to see him

and everything's
gonna work out fine.

And you get to
see your family.

Oh, quite, you needn't be here
when they connect the phone.

There are no phones?

Well, there was
a long waiting list.

Have you done nothing
to prepare for
Mr. Master's arrival?

Oh, yes. I...

I scheduled the interviews
for the house staff.

They should be
arriving any moment.

But you go ahead
and see your family.

I can conduct
the interviews myself.

I think you'll find
I have a discerning eye

and a keen sense of character.

No, no, my family
will have to wait.

Mr. Masters has entrusted me
with the responsibility

of overseeing
all the preparations.

That would certainly include
the hiring of household staff.
I shall stay.

I shall not.

And how do you propose
to get into town?

Well, I kind of thought
Robin might have a car.

I'm afraid
they haven't arrived yet.

Apart from an old one
that came with the castle.

I'm sure that
will do just fine.

You said old car.

You didn't say classic.

Magnum,
on second thought...

Higgins, don't even say it.

I'm a grown man,
I've driven everything
from bicycles to tanks,

and I am perfectly capable

of driving this car
into London
without any trouble.

Would you like me
to give you directions?
No, no.

I have the address.
I'll find it.

Don't forget! Left-hand
side of the road!

(CAR HONKlNG)

MAGNUM:
I know what you're thinking.

Any reasonable person
would have gotten directions

before driving off.

But my friendship
with Geoffrey went
a little beyond reason.

There was this game
we used to play sometimes

when we were on missions
together in Vietnam.

A survival game.

Anyway, Geoffrey had
a new variation on the game.

He wanted to see
if he could get me
to his neighborhood

by "thinking me" there.

And I guess
I was a little curious
to see if it could work.

Obviously he hadn't
worked out all the kinks yet.

I realized I was going
to have to find it

by more
conventional methods.

(lNAUDlBLE)

(KNOCKlNG ON DOOR)

(DOOR OPENlNG)

Sorry.

I was looking
for Geoffrey St. Clair.

I knocked.

Mr. Magnum?

Thomas. I spoke to Geoff
last week.

(STAMMERlNG) Yes, yes.
He was expecting you.

But he's...

He's been called out of town
unexpectedly.

Well, I should've called.
I'm sorry.

I'll come back later.

No, please. I...

(PENELOPE SlGHS)

How stupid of me.

I'm Penelope.

Geoffrey's wife.

I've seen your paintings.

I've really been
looking forward
to meeting you.

Is something wrong?

He was...

...so anxious
about your trip here.

He said,

(STAMMERS)
when you got here,

there were things
he wanted to talk to you
about.

Things

(SOBBlNG) no one else
would understand.

He wanted your visit
to go just right.

What's wrong?

He isn't coming back.

I've just had a phone call
from the police.

Geoffrey's been
in an accident.

He's dead.

MAN: Is that your husband,
Mrs. St. Clair?

Yes. That's Geoffrey.

I'll need a signature
for the belongings.

I...

Is it very close in here?

You want to sit down?

No, I think I need
some fresh air.

All right.

Maybe you could sign
for his things.

Of course. You okay?

I'll wait for you downstairs.

Looks like the bloke
was on his way to play squash.

Crossing the street, bam!
Hit by a car.

What kind of car?

Black Jaguar, they said.
Never stopped.

So, racket,

shorts, shirts,
trainers, towel,

and a hotel room key.

Your friend was staying
at the Carlsboro.

Sort of ironic, isn't it?

Man's goes out
to play squash,

keep himself fit,
gets killed.

The Carlsboro in Paris?

No, London.

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)

What the hell was he doing
crossing the road in London?

He was supposed
to be in Paris!

I took him
to the station myself.

I'm sorry.

I suppose I ought
to get in touch
with his family.

They'll want to
come up to London and make
the arrangements themselves.

I couldn't have
got through this
without you.

Thank you.

Oh, l...

It's odd.

There was no other person
I could turn to.

Perhaps that's why
you came along
when you did.

Maybe.

Phone me before you leave.
I'd like to say goodbye.

Don't you want me
to drive you home?

Oh, no, thank you. I...

I'd like to spend
a little time on my own.

MlLLlCENT: Well, I must say,
it's been lovely chatting
to you two gentlemen.

It certainly does set
a girl's mind at ease
knowing that,

you know, not everyone
who lives in a castle

is as low-minded
as Lord Ashdale
over at Dorking.

I remember
one Sunday morning...

Now, mind you,
all the family's at church,

or at least they're
supposed to be.

Well, I'm bending
over the fireplace,

poking the embers,

when all of a sudden
he came up right behind me,

and would you believe what...
Miss Mumford.

I'm afraid
we don't really have time
for another story.

Amusing as they are.

Of course.

So, when you gonna be
hiring people on, then?

Oh, right away.

We'll let you know.

Thank you for coming by.

Thank you.
Well, goodbye, then.

Good day.

Well, I think we can
definitely put
Millicent in the...

Miss Mumford
in the "hire" category.

Shall we say,
upstairs maid?

I could just pencil her in
on the kitchen staff.

Oh, you didn't take
all that nonsense

about the missing
silver service to heart,
did you?

Because I mean, well,
everyone makes a mistake
or two in life.

I thought
it was quite touching

the way she even told us
about the incident.

It sort of proves
she isn't a thief,

in an odd sort of way.

She spent four years
in prison.

Well, there you are.

She's paid her debt
to society, hasn't she?

Tell me.

What actually inspired you
to get into this line of work?

Oh, I don't know.

I suppose I just have
a natural inclination for it.

(BELL GONGlNG)

My God! What is that?

The front door chime.
It is a rather large castle.

(DOOR CREAKlNG)

What a doorbell!

It reminds me of one of those
old English movies!

(BELL GONGlNG)

That has to be
the loudest noise
in the world.

RlCK: Hey, Higgins!
Higgins, where are you?

Second loudest.

Rick?

Here you are.

What a place!
It's a castle!

What are you doing here?

You didn't think
I'd let you down, did you?

Let me down?
Or Robin?

What are you talking about?

Who's running
the King Kamehameha Club?

Not T.C.?

No, he's right behind me.

No, no. What I mean is,
he's on another flight.

You see, he had some
last minute charters to fly.

I got him a great deal
on a night flight.

He saved
a ton of coconuts.

I repeat.
What are you doing here?

T.C. and I decided
to help you out, you know.

No, I don't know!

Well, we got to thinking
that it really wasn't fair
for you and Thomas

to do all the work
setting up Robin's Keep.

So we jumped
a jet and here we are!

Or rather here I am.

Thomas said
there wouldn't be a problem.

Where is he, anyway?

Hey, Thomas! Thomas!

MAGNUM: The first time
I left home, I had
a terrible nightmare.

I was lost in a strange city
and no matter
how many turns I took,

I couldn't get out.

I kept getting drawn in
deeper and deeper.

As I left the morgue,
I tried to convince myself

that it was my idea
to go for a walk,

to sort things out in my mind.

But I realized as I came upon
the Carlsboro Hotel

that the walk was never
my idea to begin with.

Some force
had brought me there

and it wasn't going to
let me walk away.

Help you?

Sir?

No, I'm fine.

(PHONE RlNGlNG)

Reception.

WOMAN: If you want to
make up the beds,

I'm afraid
you're a little late.

I'm a friend
of Geoffrey St. Clair.

He gave you the key?

Not exactly.

Look,

I don't know how to say this,
except just to say it.

There's been an accident.

Geoffrey's dead.

You can't involve me!

You can't!
It will ruin my marriage!

My husband
wouldn't understand!

Not many do.

Oh, please,
I was lonely.

Edward is an engineer.

He travels a lot.
He works seven days a week
and never even has time...

You don't have to explain why
you and Geoff were here.

I just don't want you
to think I'm some sort of
a tramp, that's all.

Geoff, how could you?

I don't think
it was intentional.

Of course not.

I didn't mean
he committed suicide.
I just meant...

(SlGHlNG)

I don't know what I meant.

MAGNUM: His wife thinks
he went to Paris.

I know.

What do I tell her?

You said it was an accident.

Couldn't you tell her
he was back in London,

coming home?

Without his luggage
and in gym clothes?

What is it?

It's nothing.
It's just a splinter.

This isn't the best of hotels,
I know, but it's... Well...

Discreet.

Are you going
to tell his wife?

(GUN FlRES)

(BUZZlNG)

Oh, Thomas.
I'm so glad to see you!
I...

The police are here.

They think
Geoffrey was murdered!

MAGNUM: She was told
it was a hit and run accident.

Yes, well, that was
our initial reaction.

But as I was saying
to Mrs. St. Clair here,

the circumstances
of her husband's death,

plus the fact that
she was telling me

he was supposed to be
in Paris

on a book signing tour,
was it?

Yes.

All point rather conclusively
to the possibility
of foul play.

You were going to look
for those papers for me?

Oh, yes. Of course.

I'll be right back.

What papers?

Correspondence,
address books,

anything that might lead
to a suspect or a motive.

Have you located
the car yet?

Hmm?

The black Jaguar.
Have you found it?

Oh, no.

No one actually
saw the number plate.

It's going to be difficult.

I...
Did you know that...

Please, carry on.

Well...

There's something...

It probably doesn't have
anything to do
with Geoff's death.

I'd say, at the moment,

that almost anything
could have something
to do with his death.

Well, if it doesn't have
anything to do with his death,

I'd appreciate it
if you didn't tell Penelope.

He was carrying this
at the time of...

When he was hit.

It's to a room
at the Carlsboro.

Geoff was having an affair.

Oh, dear.

And that's why he
didn't go to Paris.

Do you know who with?

Well, she was there.

I didn't think it was
any of my business.

I mean, having an affair
isn't exactly against the law.

Quite.

But you did see her?

Yes, in that room.

Here's his business card file
and personal address book.

What is it?

I was just telling Mr. Magnum,
I'm a big admirer of yours.

I own one of your watercolors.

A landscape.
The mill at Dempton.

It's only a small one,

but on
a police inspector's salary,
all I can afford.

How kind of you to say that.

Yes, well... Thank you.

Oh. If either of you
should come up
with anything,

even in the slightest bit
suspicious,

please call me
on this number.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

I don't think I can take
many more surprises.

(SOBBlNG)

IAN: If you like,
I could pick up the menu

while you visit the family.

No, l...

(PHONE RlNGlNG)

The phones have
been connected!

I'll get it.

Robin's Keep.

Yeah, we'll accept
the charges.
Charges?

Hey, T.C.,
you at Gatwick?

No, I am not
at Gatwick Airport!

Jeez, you don't
have to be so hostile.

Hostile? You have not yet
begun to see hostile.

You put me on a plane
that was supposed to fly

from Honolulu
to Rio to London.

Look, I flew the same route,
you know.

I mean, it was the only way
that we could fly half-price.

It was a great deal.

Yeah, if you want
to go to Morocco.

Morocco?

What are you
doing in Morocco?

He's calling from Morocco?

I suggest you find out!

Now, I have tickets to
the Royal Opera.

I have tickets to the ballet.

I have the tickets
to Ntozake Shange's play.

The only thing I don't have
is a ticket
to Gatwick Airport

and I can't get one
because all the flights
out of here are booked!

All right, look,
just don't worry about it.

I'll call Tammy's Travel.
I'll take care of it
right away.

Well, you do that,
because I have been
trying to reach her.

And if I miss
the ballet tomorrow,

you are going to truly
understand the meaning
of the word hostile!

T.C.?

(PHONE RATTLES)

There's been a slight problem
with his travel arrangements.

Nothing I can't
straighten out.

How do you call Hawaii?
You don't.

I'll charge it.

(BELL GONGlNG)

I told you
to have that disconnected!

The man's coming tomorrow
to change it.

(DlALlNG)

Don't ring it!

Hi, Higgins.
Don't "Hi, Higgins" me.

Rick has arrived.
Rick's here? That's great.

I have a staff to train,
food to prepare,
musicians to hire,

an endless assortment
of odd jobs to complete

before Mr. Masters' party

and you've been out
cavorting about.

What have you got
to say for yourself?

Geoffrey St. Clair's
been killed.

Higgins, you know that dream
I was telling you about?

The one on the plane?

There was this car,
it was coming straight at me.

I don't know,

but it seems from
what I can find out,

that I was dreaming
about Geoffrey's accident

at the same time
it was happening.

How could that be possible?

I don't know.

I went to the hotel,
the Carlsboro.

It's almost exactly like
it was in my dream.

Well, don't you think
it more likely that,

having seen the hotel,

you now think it's like
the one in your dream?

That's logical.

That's very logical.

No, you're right, Higgins.

It's just...

If someone did kill Geoff,

I owe it to him
to try and find out.

The funeral is tomorrow.

HlGGlNS: So soon?

I promised Penelope
I'd be there.

PRlEST:
...our Lord Jesus Christ,
and the love of God,

and the fellowship
of the Holy Ghost,
be with us all evermore.

Amen.

ALL: Amen.

MAGNUM:
I know what you're thinking.
And you're right.

I mean, sure,
I believe in fate,

even in my little voice,

but to believe that
whatever was in Geoff's mind

at the time of his death
somehow ended up in mine,

I mean, that would be crazy.

But what reasonable
explanation could there be

for the feeling I'd had
ever since I came to London?

That, somehow,
I had been here before.

(CHURCH BELL RlNGlNG)

(BlRDS CHlRPlNG)

PENELOPE:
I was leaving Geoff.

The only thing
that makes me
feel terrible

was that l
wasn't going to tell him.

I was going to slip away
while he was in Paris,

Iike a thief in the night.

That's why
everything in the flat
was covered.

I think there's a car
following us.

A black Jaguar.

Hold on.

PENELOPE: Thomas!

(HORN BLARlNG)

Thomas, stop!

Let him go!

(SOBBlNG) Thomas!

Penelope!

You're just like him.

You're just like Geoffrey.

MAGNUM:
I'm afraid I didn't get
the license number on the car.

Well, at least we have
a description of the man
you saw at the cemetery.

I'll see what I can turn up.

If you come across anything,
however unimportant
it is...

Yes. Yes, I'll ring you
right away.

I'll see myself out.

Well, I'd best be
on my way, as well.

It was so thoughtful of you
to bring the basket of food.

Are you sure you won't stay
and share it?
There's plenty.

No. No. Thank you.

I just thought
as long as I was driving
in this direction.

Oh, the cars have arrived?

Not yet. I rented one.

Well, I'll say good day.
And again, Mrs. St. Clair,
my deepest sympathies.

Thank you.

I'll walk you out.

She's very beautiful,
isn't she?

How's your family?

Oh, I haven't had a chance
to ring them yet.

I'm afraid the preparations
of Robin's Keep

have kept me
rather occupied.

I'm sure they'll understand,
duty before pleasure.

I'll drop around when things
are a bit more organized.

Well, I'm gonna stay here
for a while,

help Penelope
go through Geoff's things.

Maybe we can
find something.

You said,
driving the car before,
you felt it wasn't like you.

No. Actually, I said
it wasn't me.

Geoff had this feeling

that he could send me signals
just by concentrating.

Sort of mental telepathy?

Yeah. I guess.

I mean, I used to make
a big joke out of it, but...

But it worked.

Well, I don't know how else
to explain it,

some of the close calls
we got out of.

(SlGHS)

Higgins, I know
this sounds crazy,

but I seem to be
acting like Geoff,

and maybe
I'm thinking like him.

But why?

To track down
whoever killed him.

You will be careful?

(ENGlNE STARTS)

Higgins, the left side!

(CAR HONKlNG)

(WE'LL MEET AGAIN PLAYlNG)

PENELOPE: I don't think he had
a very happy childhood.

You know, he didn't keep
any keepsakes.

Had no report cards,

photos with school chums,
that sort of thing.

But he did start
this photo album
in Vietnam.

Yeah, I'd forgotten
about these.

He liked
to take a picture of us
before each mission.

Here's one with you.
Oh, yeah.

Oh, there's another one.

(CHUCKLES)
There's one with Griff.

Oh, Eddie.

What is it?

Eddie used to
do imitations. He...

I mean, you couldn't believe
how good he was at it.

He used to do Cagney,
you know, and Jimmy Stewart,

the usual ones, but he also
used to do the guys
in the unit, you know.

He used to do our C.O.

He didn't come back?

Perhaps you'd like this.

Thank you.

That's odd.
What?

There are some missing.

You remember
what they were?

Touristy stuff.

Snaps of him
in front of the pyramids.

His trip to Nicaragua. India.

He used to send them to me

with the place and dates
on the back,

and I'd put them
in his album.

(SlGHS)

When we were first married,
I traveled with him.

But after a while,
he started making excuses.

Seems he just wanted
to be alone.

At first, I thought there was
something wrong with me,

but I soon came to realize

that I had one place
in his life,

his work another.

And there were
to be no overlaps.

It was all right.

It meant I had

time to concentrate
on my painting.

Still,

we grew so far apart.

It's funny.

What?

Oh, nothing.
What?

No, you'd think I was mad.

What's so bad about that?

What's bad about being mad?

All my best friends are.
Ask Higgins.

And I have been told
that l, myself, at times,

Iean towards madness.

I think you do.

So what have you got to lose?

When you arrived
at the flat yesterday,

I thought for just a second

that Geoffrey had walked
into the room.

The old Geoffrey.
The one I fell in love with.

The one who made me laugh

and feel alive and pretty.

Pretty?

How could you ever not think
you were pretty?

I think you're the...

I think you're beautiful.

Then you're mad.

Am l?

(ARABlAN MUSlC PLAYlNG)

(lNAUDlBLE)

(lNAUDlBLE)

Excuse me.

(SPEAKlNG FRENCH)

I'm afraid my French
is a bit rusty.

You wouldn't happen
to speak English, would you?

Enough.

Oh, good.

Oh, thanks for the wine.

I don't drink,

but thanks, anyway.

Hello.

Oh, hello!

You look like
you could use a friend,

to show you around Morocco
while you're here.

Oh, I'm only gonna be here
for one night.

Well, in that case,
you look like
you could use a friend

to show you around
for one night.

RlCK: You don't know
where she went from Pacoima?

Well, tell her
when you see her

that I gotta talk to her
right away. It's urgent.

Okay, thank you.

Still can't locate
your travel agent?

I must've made
a dozen phone calls.

Perhaps you'll have
better luck in the morning.

I sure hope so. I wanna see
a little bit of London.

Well, if you don't need
anything else,

I believe
I'll turn in, sir.

Wait. I think
I'll hit the sack, too.

Is your room
satisfactory?

Great.
Oh, good.

IAN: No, I only wondered

because, well,
it has quite a history.

It does?
Oh, yes.

Yes, indeed.

Lord Bartholomew
slept there.

A lord actually
slept in that room?

Mmm, for most of his life.

No kidding.

Until he was
murdered in his bed.

In this room?

Mmm. Some say his soul
is still trapped in there,

waiting to take revenge
on the men who murdered him.

Well, good night.

Night.

The revenge part
is just legend.

I wouldn't let it frighten me.

Me? Frightened?
You gotta be kidding.

Well, good night, then.

Good night.

Somebody moving out?

No. Somebody's
decided to stay.

I found some instant coffee,
if you feel like
taking a chance.

Why not?

You like it?

Well, actually,
it's pretty terrible.

Oh, no!

I thought you meant
the coffee. No.

The painting is wonderful.

You should never ask me
a question before 10:00
in the morning.

I love the painting.

You don't have
to go overboard.

It's one of the first
I ever did.

No, really, it's very nice.

Oh, you're
a terrible liar.

(CHUCKLlNG)

How about some breakfast?

I know
a terrific little place
down the road, mmm?

Sure.
Okay.

Give me a minute to change.

Is there some place
I can wash up?

Yes, of course.

After breakfast,
I was gonna stop by

Geoff's office.
Geoff's office?

I thought you might.

Thank you.

I want to come
with you, Thomas.

I'm not so sure
that's such a good idea.

Whoever's after...

Whatever we're after
certainly isn't playing games.

Now I have the background
and the training

and the experience
to deal with them.

But I have the key.

MAGNUM: Since I had been
acting and thinking
like Geoff up to now,

I wasn't
particularly surprised

that St. Clair Press
looked exactly like
I thought it would.

I felt like I'd come home.

PENELOPE:
He made some
good investments

to subsidize a business
he loved.

Thomas!

Is there any other way
out of here?

Why would anyone
want to do this?

Obviously they were looking
for something.

His collection.

Oh, it's everything
he loved.

His books?

His special books.

If you were Geoffrey,
where would you
hide something?

His books.

Thomas!
What?

"Paintings of
Constantin Brancusi. "

What about it?

Brancusi wasn't a painter.

He was a sculptor.

Let me see that.

Penelope.

He was at the funeral.
You know him?

No.

(MAGNUM READlNG ALOUD)

What do you think
it means?

I don't know.
Let's ask lnspector Stokesay.

Hey!

Thomas! He's the man
in the photograph!

Stay here!

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMS)

Thomas!

Thanks.

The little boy in your dream,
led you directly
in front of the Jaguar?

Yes, and stood there
smiling.

What do you suppose
it means?

I don't know.

I thought that...

Yes?

Well, you know how
some people think

that dreams can be
kind of symbolic.

Well, I thought maybe
the little boy was Geoff

trying to lead me
to whoever killed him.

Or into jeopardy.

Why?

Because of us?

No.

That would be... That's...

I just don't believe
in ghost stories.

Maybe you should...

Maybe you should go away.

What good would that do?

Stop looking for these men.

It might put you
out of danger.

I don't think they're going to
let me disappear that easily.

And even if they would,
I'm not gonna walk away
and leave you with this.

It really isn't
your problem.

Yes, it is.

Thomas.

It's all right.

We just have to
get that photograph
to lnspector Stokesay.

Maybe he already knows
who our friends are.

Okay?

(MUEZZlN CALLlNG)

(MAN CLEARS THROAT)

Morning.

Breakfast will be served
by the pool.

(BlRDS CHlRPlNG)

Breakfast by the pool?

Ta-da!

I'm still dreaming, right?

Good morning.
How did you sleep?

Great!

What time is it?

Half past one.

Oh, you gotta be kidding.
I never sleep that late.

It's a common malady.
It's called jet lag.

Please sit down.
Thank you.

You know,

I think it's called
dancing the night away.

Do you get lonely
being here all alone?

No. Tea?

I...

About last night...

Well, it's just something
I'll never forget.

So you like our city?

I like the people.

You know, there's no
overwhelming reason

why I have to go
to England.

I think you'd like it.

I went
to boarding school there
when I was a child.

I spent my summers here.

I like to go back there
at least once a year.

Is this
your family's house?

Oh, no. My family
went through their money

Iong before I was
old enough to leave home.

I bought this house.

Do you like it?

You gotta be kidding!

I mean, but, how do you...

What time is your flight
to London?

Oh, I don't know.

I've been having trouble
getting a flight out of here.

Maybe I can
help you with that.

When you travel as
much as I do,

you get to know the people
on the airlines.

There's no reason why
you couldn't pack a bag
and come along with me.

Is there?

Look...

I don't want you to think

that last night was anything
more than last night.

Excuse me.

HIGGINS: We will all look back
on this time
with fond memories

and the knowledge
we were indeed part
of something special.

It will require
hard work, dedication,

concentration and,
above all, discipline.

However,
with the proper spirit,

I'm quite certain that
we can have Robin's Keep
in excellent shape

in time for
the gala housewarming.

Mr. Mackerras
will be giving you a tour
of the grounds,

after which we will go over
menus and schedules.

Are there any questions?

Mrs. Ridley, is it?

What about the ghost?

(STAFF CLAMORlNG)

I beg your pardon?
The ghost.

We'd heard that this castle
was haunted.

I cannot work anywhere

where we have
ghosts floating about.

I don't know what
you heard,

but you can rest assured
there are no ghosts

here at Robin's Keep.
RlCK: Higgins!

Higgins, it's in my room!

The ghost is in my bedroom!

I quit!

MAN: So do l.
What're you waiting for?
Do something about it.

You'd better not go
any closer.

(CREAKlNG)

There it is, Higgins.
Did you hear it?

I heard it.

There definitely is something
in the room, all right.

(HlSSlNG)

(HlSSlNG)

(HlSSlNG STOPS)

Within 48 hours,
over 200 very rich,
very powerful

and very visible people
will arrive,

expecting not only the most
sophisticated security
to insure their safety,

but also the very finest
entertainment arrangements.

It has taken a
Herculean effort on my part

to assemble what could
only be considered

the most rudimentary staff

and now, thanks
to your astonishing behavior,

they have all quit!

Gee, Higgins, I'm sorry.

Anybody can make a mistake.

Not when we're on deadline!

I haven't left you,
Mr. Higgins.

Hi, this is Thomas Magnum.
MAN: Ah, Mr. Magnum.

I think I found something
in the St. Clair case.

You have?
And I think it's important.

Somebody turned Geoff's office
upside down looking for it.

Indeed.

And the man
in the black Jaguar
has been snooping around.

What exactly have you found?

It's a photograph.
Three men, a code name...

(KNOCKlNG)
I'll bring it by so you can
see it for yourself.

No, no. There's
no need to come
all the way into the Yard.

I'd be happy to pick it up.

No, it's okay,
I'm not far away.

No, no, I insist.
Where are you?

Well, to tell you the truth,
I think it'd be easier
if I found you.

I'll be there
in about five minutes.

No, wait, don't...

Sorry.

MAGNUM:
I was about to discover
that red tape and bureaucracy

have no allegiance
or geographic boundaries.

Although Inspector Stokesay
seemed very concerned
about the photograph,

getting past his legions
of clerks and aides
was no easy task.

MAN: Sorry to have
kept you waiting for so long.

Please. Sit down.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Well, Mrs. St. Clair.

I know this won't make up
for the terrible loss,

but I'm sure you'll be
pleased to know that we have
someone in custody

in the hit and run accident
involving your husband.

He has confessed,
and I think we'll be able to
successfully prosecute

under involuntary
manslaughter.

Involuntary?
Exactly.

It was, after all,
an accident.

Excuse me,
but we've been dealing
with lnspector Stokesay

and he's investigating this
as a murder.

I beg your pardon?

We came here specifically
to see lnspector Stokesay,

and we've been waiting
for over an hour.

Well, I apologize
for the delay, but...

Well, if you don't mind,
we'd like to talk to him.

Yes, please.

But I am lnspector Stokesay.

STOKESAY: Do you have any idea
why he might be impersonating
a Scotland Yard detective?

We know
he was after something.

Something, obviously,
he was afraid
we might turn over to you.

Do you know what
that might be?
No.

Well, we found this photograph
in Geoffrey's office.

Now that must be important.
He went to a lot of trouble
to hide it.

Excellent! Excellent!

Who are they?

We don't know.

MAGNUM:
We were hoping you would.

Does the name Scorpio 6
mean anything to you?

I can't say that it does, no.

I can tell you
what I can do, though.

I can run
the name and the face
through the computers,

see what the boys there
turn up.

Well, what do you think?

That's him.

It looks exactly like him.

This is fantastic!

A perfectly ordinary
hit and run case

turns into,
potentially anyway,
the sort of case...

Oh, I do beg your pardon.

Absolutely no excuse at all
for such rudeness.

It's purely
that the implications
in this case are staggering!

I hope I didn't offend you.

I just find it hard to believe
it was an accident.

I mean, don't you think it's
an extraordinary coincidence

that Geoff should be hit
by a black Jaguar,

and then a black Jaguar
is pursuing us
all over London?

The car involved
in your husband's accident
was a black Daimler.

But it was a black Jaguar
in my dream.

PENELOPE: Maybe not, Thomas.

You thought it was a Jaguar.

It's the same body,
but a different make.
They look exactly alike.

And I told Stokesay,

that Stokesay,
that it was a Jaguar.

After which he
followed you around in one.

The question
we have to ask is why.

STOKESAY: And what was
your husband's connection
with him?

And what's this guy after?

I want you
to do me a favor.

I have to check
something out,
and while I do,

I'd like you to come
stay at Robin's Keep.

Why can't l
come with you?

Well, I'm not sure
what I'm going to find

and if it turns out
to be dangerous,
I'd like to know you're safe.

What could Geoffrey
be involved with

that could
get dangerous?

You know
something about Geoffrey
you're not telling me.

Look, my whole world
is upside down.

If you know something...

I'm not sure
of anything yet,

but when I am,
I'll tell you.

I promise.

(CAR DOORS SHUTTlNG)

(ENGlNE STARTlNG)

MAN: Calvin, Calvin.

Ah, Theodore Calvin.
Here we are.

I'm afraid it was all
a mistake in the paperwork.

Somehow, Tawny's Travel Agency
in Jersey City

cancelled a Calvinist
church group,

and the computer deleted
all reservations
with the name Calvin.

We're terribly
sorry about the mix up.

Your travel agent
created quite a stir

when she heard
what happened.

Well, as long as
it's been taken care of.

We've upgraded you
to first class.

Your flight
leaves in one hour.

You'll be leaving,
gate number nine.
Have a nice trip.

Yeah, thanks. Thanks a lot.

Thank you.

(SPEAKlNG FRENCH)

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)

Hello, operator.

I'd like to make
a person-to-person call

to Rick Orville Wright at...

Sade!

Sorry, operator.

I have the number right here.

(BlRDS CHlRPlNG)

(MUSlClANS PLAYlNG)

Hey, that's great, T.C.
I told you
Tammy'd come through.

No, I can't.
I'm sorry, I just can't.

Higgins won't let me
out of his sight.

You're gonna have
to take a cab.

I don't know.
You take this freeway M25
or something like that,

then you go past this
old Roman villa.

He can tell the cab driver
it's the Old Bailie estate.

Tell the cab driver
it's the Old Bailie estate.

Yeah. See you.

Hey, T.C. got a flight?

Yeah, he got a flight,
but I'm gonna be
honest with you, Thomas.

He's not gonna be too thrilled
about the deal you worked out
with Higgins.

What deal?

Oh, come on. Don't act
innocent with me, Thomas.
I know you.

You just figured you had
better things to do...
Rick...

...so you'd con your
two good old buddies here
into pulling K.P.

(MAGNUM CHUCKLlNG)

You're the one who said
you wanted to come over.

I just said it sounded
like a good idea.

Well, I thought it was
a good idea, too,

until I found out
about the work program

that you and Higgins
concocted.

I didn't concoct anything.

And where is Higgins?

Busy auditioning musicians.

And until he gets back,
you can start
peeling some potatoes.

We've got about
50 more pounds to peel!

I'll peel.

Well, I mean,
it's a challenge.

That was remarkable.

Would you like
to hear Loch Lomond?

I'm afraid we haven't
the time.

Thank you.

Entertainment for the party?

Honestly, Magnum,
I'm beginning to despair

that we'll ever
be ready in time.

What are you doing here?
I thought you'd still be
working on the St. Clair case.

I am. I wanted to talk
to you about something.

Mr. Higgins! Mr. Higgins!

I don't suppose
you've seen Millicent...

Miss Mumford recently,
have you?

As a matter of fact
I noticed her leaving
about an hour ago. Why?

Oh, no reason, really.

So, Higgins...
Just a moment, Magnum,
let me get this down.

I wonder,

did you move
the silver service
somewhere?

You didn't leave Miss Mumford
alone in a room with
Mr. Masters' silver?

She offered to polish it.

I have never known anyone
with your phenomenal
lack of judgment.

Higgins...
How can you
possibly expect me

to recommend
that Mr. Masters...
Higgins!

This is important.

Can I talk to you
for just a minute?

We have not
finished this discussion.

For the life of me,
I can't see what potential
Mr. Masters saw in lan.

Higgins, when you were...

After all, the Empire
was not built on lollygagging
and good intentions.

It was built on
a solid foundation
of self-sacrifice

and an unwavering
commitment to...

My God.

I sound just like

my father.

I always promised myself
that I would never...

How is your father?

Have you seen him?

Well, no, I haven't
seen him yet.

Higgins! How can you come
all the way to England
and not see your father?

Have you called him?
No, I haven't called him.

Don't you want to see him?
Of course I want to see him.

It's just that there's been
so much to do here.

Stuff that lan could do
if you'd let him.

I mean, everything's not
gonna fall apart, you know,

if you take the afternoon off
to see your family.

How long's it been?
Five, seven years?

Forty.

What?

Since the year
I was expelled
from Sandhurst.

I tried to explain
to my father that
I was enlisting and why.

He told me that if I did,

I need never
enter his house again.

I haven't seen
my family since.

But you've seen your brothers,
at least.

My illegitimate half-brothers,
you mean? Oh, yes,
they've come to call.

But the family
has not acknowledged me
since that day.

Of course, I have long since
forgiven my father
his rash statements.

Perhaps I even understand
why he felt the way he did.

Unfortunately,
he's never been able

to take the step
to reconcile
the unhappiness between us.

Have you?

It's not that simple.
Maybe it is.

Surely you didn't
ask to see me

to discuss
my family situation.

Well, no.

I wanted to talk to you
about Geoffrey St. Clair.

I just wondered
if during your days at Ml6

you ever came across
the name Scorpio 6?

Does it mean
anything to you?

Well, apart from its
astrological significance...

There is something.

Scorpio 6...

No, I can't recall.

Did you find
something on the murder?

I think so.
A piece of puzzle.

But I can't quite
put it together yet.

I think it's a code name
for a group of people

and I think I know
who two of them are.
A man and a woman.

You know them
from your dream?

No, no. I met
the woman at the hotel.

The Carlsboro.

That's right.
I just can't tell
whether she's involved

or her life's
in danger, too.

If she is in danger...

Unicorn.

What?

A wood unicorn.
At the hotel?

No, no. In my dream
I saw a train and a unicorn.

There is a carving
at Marylebone Station.

Part of the old
watering trough.

Thanks, Higgins.

Shall I come with you?

No, I think it's time
you saw your dad.

But thanks.

(CLOCK CHlMlNG)

Mr. Higgins...
Ian,

this is very difficult
for me to say, but...

It's all right, sir.

I know what you have to say.

You do?

And I don't blame you.

I've been a dunderhead.

What is this?

My resignation.

It is the only
honorable thing to do.

You know,
I've been trying to think

who it is you remind me of.

And it's just now
occurred to me.

Sir?

Someone I was very close to

who, as a young man,

tried very hard to please.

Sometimes too hard.

Did you ever
attend military school?

From the time I was six.

In spite of an occasional
lapse in good judgment

and a slight tendency
to indulge

in whimsical reminiscences
about the castle,

I believe you have
all the makings
of a first-rate major-domo.

Therefore I can't accept
your resignation.

Now, if there's
nothing else to discuss,

you have a quartet to hire.

I?
Yes.

Another important matter
has come up
that I need to attend to.

I'm going to leave the hiring
of the musicians to you.

Yes, sir.

(PHONE RINGING)

MAN: Higgins' Estate.

Hello?

Hello?

(PHONE RlNGlNG)

Robin's Keep.
ROBIN: Hello, Higgins.
All going well?

Oh, yes, Mr. Masters.
Everything's going
quite nicely.

Thank you.

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)

WOMAN ON PA:
1220 express service
to Edinburgh

is now departing, track six.

Excuse me.
I'd like to talk to...

I guess the owner.

I'm the owner. Owner,
manager, chief bottle washer.

What can I do for you?

My name is Thomas Magnum.
I'm a private investigator.

Thomas Magnum?

Yes.

We better go
someplace private to talk.

I had a message for you
from Geoffrey St. Clair.

NEWSSTAND OWNER:
I've known Geoffrey
since he was a little tyke.

Hardly recognized him
when he came back
after the war.

Anyway, last 10 or 1 2 years,

every so often,
maybe once a year, maybe less,
he'd show up at the stand.

He had a letter
all sealed up in an envelope

addressed to Thomas Magnum.

He said
if any harm came to him,
I was to mail it to you.

He said
it was his insurance.

And you were the only person
in the world who'd know
what to do with it.

Well, I'd appreciate it
if you'd give it to me.

If he came to any harm,
he said.

I read about his accident
in the paper.

I mailed the letter
to Hawaii yesterday.

(SlGHS)

MAGNUM: Pieces of the puzzle
were coming together,

and it was revealing
a picture of Geoffrey
I hadn't wanted to look at.

WOMAN: He gave you the key?

MAN: I would say
that almost anything

had something
to do with his death.

MAGNUM: The danger I had felt
was real.

Geoffrey knew what it was

and I was afraid I did, too.

I knew I had to
talk to Penelope.

But I was thankful
for the long drive home,

hoping that I would
find the words I had to say.

Were you ever stationed
with my husband Geoffrey?

No, but I sure
heard a lot about him.
He was legendary.

What do you mean?

Well, the way I heard it

was that Geoff could
slip into a village,

go behind enemy lines,

and terminate
the key personnel
just like that,

and slip back out

and never lose
one of his own men.

Boy, he was gifted.

Terminate?

What?

You mean...assassinate?

MAGNUM: Hi, guys.

He was...an assassin?

What are you talking about?

I was telling her about Geoff,
how good he was.

Thomas, I thought
she would've known.

It's all right.
I should've told her myself.

PENELOPE: You lied to me!
MAGNUM: I didn't.
I told you the truth.

All right, well,
you withheld information

and there's a certain point
where that is tantamount
to lying.

All that camaraderie
and male bonding.

(SCOFFlNG)
That was all true!

And the murdering?

It was a war,
for God's sake!

You neglected to tell me
about that.

Would it have made you
feel better if we'd
dropped bombs from B-52's?

I mean, from 50,000 feet
we couldn't have seen
their faces.

It would've made me
feel better

if you'd told me the truth
from the beginning.

Why am I trying
to justify this to you?

It's a part of my life.

A part that's over,
but I'm not ashamed of it.

(SlGHS)

Look, I just couldn't see

what good it would do to you
to find that out
about Geoffrey now.

And I thought it might be
hard for you to understand.

It is.

I'm sorry.

Penelope,
there's something else
I have to ask you,

and it may be even harder
for you to understand.

Those photos
that Geoffrey sent you,

you know,
the ones that are missing,

can you tell me
what they are again?

(EXHALES)

Pyramids, Egypt.

When? Can you remember when?

'81. October '81.

(SlGHS) Sadat.

Nicaragua.

Somoza.

India.

You remember? I told you
before each mission...

He took a picture.

Oh, no.

Geoff never got out.

HlGGlNS: Magnum.

The London Dispatch,
March 13, 1962.

"Scorpio 6,
a secret organization of
multinational businessmen,

"assassination plot
uncovered,"
etcetera, etcetera.

I thought I remembered
something about this.

A group of men
who used assassination
as a business tool.

If you can't deal
with one government,

find a way to install another.

Anyway, Ml6 uncovered
their organization,

and put most
of the leaders in jail.

All except Duncan Scott,
reputed mastermind
of the group.

He got away.

It was rumored
he escaped to South America,

and later died
in an airplane crash there.

This must have something
to do with Geoffrey's letter.

He's the man they hired.

The Carlsboro Hotel.

(HORN BLARlNG)

You must stop,
this is a private party!

OFFlCER: Out of the way,
out of the way.

Police! Everybody stand
where they are!

(PEOPLE SCREAMlNG)

WOMAN: Oh, my God!

Hi. Thomas Magnum.

You're very good.

You remind me of Geoffrey.

PENELOPE:
I was hoping to see you.

I didn't want
to just go away.

Well, Higgins said
you'd decided to come home.

Just to pack.

I'm going to Paris.
To paint.

To think things over.

I don't know what to say.

About the other night...

Penelope, I just don't want
to be Geoffrey to you.

I don't want you
to be, either.

Can I help you with that?

Well, I think this is
where you came in.

Yeah.

If you ever get
tired of Paris,

I know a place where you can
paint incredible sunsets.

Thank you.

Thank you for everything.

(QUARTET PLAYlNG)

Nice party, Higgins.
Robin will be proud of you.

And of lan.

MAGNUM: Yeah, I know.

Did you ever
reach your family?

What? Oh, no.

We appear to be
running low on wine.

Excuse me, Magnum.

HlGGlNS:
This is an outrage!

I demand to know
who you are
and where you're taking me.

Hi.

Magnum? What is

the meaning of this?

I figured it was the only way
I could get you here.

Magnum, I really can't.
Yes, you can.

All you have to do
is take the first step.

(DOORBELL RlNGS)

Jonathan,

my son.

You've come home.

(WE'LL MEET AGAIN PLAYlNG)

Downloaded From www.AllSubs.org