All language subtitles for 08.05 Forever In Time.eng

How did Princess Kahiwalani die?

Some say it was suicide.

I saw her yesterday
at Pal�-Ul�'s funeral.

She is obsessed with the idea
that she is the Princess,

come back to life.

I don't th�nk you're supposed to
go �nto dead people's houses.

You, my beloved,

are precious to me.

Precious

as that rare blossom.

The soft falling rain

comes to that flower as a lover,

as I now come to you.

Thought you were supposed to
be helping with the pageant.

, You know, T.C. here we are,

living in paradise. I mean,

look around you.
This place is incredible.

And somehow, you get
in your day-to-day routine,

and you really do forget
to stop to smell the flowers.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, well, I wouldn't
let Higgins catch you

smelling the flowers
for too long.

There you are,

waiting for me.

Come, be with me.

In the cooling rain,

I breathe.

Jonathan? Just a moment, Agatha.

I've just received a telephone
call from Mr. Kaimi.

The Queen... No, no, no!

Stage left!

Stage left! If you exit stage
right, you'll collide with

the missionaries.

Whoa, whoa. Okay, gang, let's
make that exit stage left.

Hey, Higgins!
I got it all rigged.

This baby is all set to go.

Fire-and-brimstone,
right on cue.

It will be confetti. But
we'll have real smoke.

But in all honesty, I think
just a few flashing lights

and some colored gel would...

Oh, come on, are you kidding, Higgins?
This is the opening number.

We need something
to catch their attention.

He's right, you know.

William. Jonathan.

I mean, what's a volcano without
fire and smoke? Just watch.

Jonathan, about the phone call.

Yeah, that'll catch their
attention, all right.

I can't understand
what went wrong.

They always say a bad dress rehearsal
ensures a perfect opening night.

Come on, let's go and take
a look at little Kilauea,

and see if we can figure
out where you went wrong.

This check from the Downtown
Merchants' Association

should cover the cost
of costumes and lights,

and maybe even a better volcano.

All of us in the Historical
Society are very grateful.

Ah, forget it. I enjoy separating the
rich and famous from their checkbooks.

Especially for a good cause.

You save me a front row seat.

Certainly. Okay.

What is it, Agatha?

Oh, Mr. Kaimi from Queen
Emma Summer Palace called.

They're about to close, and he
wondered if you were still coming by

for the historical artifacts they
agreed to loan for the exhibit.

If I am still coming?

I take it that it was
Mr. Magnum's responsibility.

I'll call Mr. Kaimi back.

I'll never forget the date.

October 4, 1956.

I was late to my
f�rst saxophone lesson.

It was bound to happen.
I was always cutt�ng �t close:

To baseball pract�ce,
to Boy Scouts, to school.

It was a character tra�t
my mom sa�d

came from her s�de
of the fam�ly.

The Sull�van s�de.

That was the s�de
that always hated to be late,

but hated even worse
be�ng early.

It was also the s�de
of the fam�ly

that never knew how to say no
to a request from a fr�end.

And never qu�te felt comfortable
say�ng yes, e�ther.

But once they've sa�d yes,

noth�ng would ever stop them
from do�ng the job.

Noth�ng would ever take the�r
attent�on away from the task at hand.

My mom never could expla�n to me

why certa�n th�ngs seemed
to jump out of nowhere

and grab the
Sull�van �mag�nat�on.

Ne�ther could I.

I �ust knew they d�d.

And, I also knew, somet�mes
�t was best to let them go.

Thomas!

I'm afraid I'll have
to ask you to leave.

Visiting hours are over.

Oh! No, I'm...

Mr., uh, Kaimi?

Who are you?

Oh, I'm Thomas Magnum.
I'm here to pick up...

Oh, yes.
Mr. Higgins' delivery man.

I have the items all packed
up for you right in here.

Mr. Magnum?

Who...

Who was that woman
in the garden?

Just now, there was
a woman out there.

The same woman
that's in that picture.

There was no woman
in the garden.

Uh, I saw her.

Optical illusion, Mr. Magnum. The afternoon
sun often creates shadows that...

This was no shadow.

The museum is closed.
The garden is closed.

And there is no exit, except
through the house, past us.

Now, please tell Mr. Higgins we will
arrange to have the artifacts picked up

the day after
the pageant and exhibit.

"...along the beach, men
and women, lads and lasses

"were returning from the bath in bright
raiment, red and blue and green,

"such as we delighted to see in the
colored little pictures of our childhood,

"and presently, the sun had
cleared the eastern hill"

"and the glow of the day
was over all."

Excellent, Agatha.

Do you really think so?

I believe we should give
you the place of honor,

right at the end.

Thank you.

Here you are, Higgins. Safe
and sound, in plenty of time.

You can't leave until I make
sure everything is here.

I also have some selections
from Mark Twain,

if you think they'd
be appropriate.

It's all there.

Okay, we've got it this time.

Higgins, get ready for the opening
number of all opening numbers.

Who is this?

That's the Princess Kahiwalani.

Descended from a chiefly line.

She died tragically in 1910.

I don't know
what happened. Uh...

What do you mean, you don't know what
happened? I followed your directions!

And look what they got us, T.C.!

I'm through listening to you. Obviously,
you know less about this than I do.

I know what you're th�nk�ng,
and you're r�ght.

There had to be a
reasonable explanat�on

for my stopp�ng at a funeral
for someone I had never met.

And there had to be
a log�cal explanat�on

for be�ng drawn to a woman
who I had never seen before.

And who, accord�ng
to H�gg�ns, at least,

d�ed nearly 80 years ago.

There had to be a log�cal,
reasonable explanat�on.

I just d�dn't know what �t was.

Magnum! Ah!

There you are.

This package arrived for
you early this morning.

Naturally, I assumed it was some sort of
manufacturer's product sample giveaway

before I noticed
the return address.

Why would Pali-Uli Keahikapu
be sending you a package?

I don't know.

Who is Pali-Uli Keahikapu?

Pali-Uli Keahikapu was
maid servant to Kahiwalani

before the Princess's sudden
and unexpected demise.

A fact I'm sure
you read for yourself

in yesterday
afternoon's newspaper.

Actually, I didn't have a
chance to read the paper...

How odd. An American Navy lieutenant's
uniform from the turn of the century,

identifiable primarily from...
l know, Higgins.

I was wearing it.

I beg your pardon?

Nothing.

Never mind.

How did Princess Kahiwalani die?

In a fire.

Some say it was suicide.

I saw her.

This woman that you say
is Princess Kahiwalani

I saw her yesterday
at Pali-Uli's funeral.

I never said this was
Princess Kahiwalani.

Of course, I see some
slight resemblance, but...

That photograph
I showed you yesterday,

you said she was
Princess Kahiwalani.

The woman in that photo, yes.

But this is not the same woman.

This appears to be a photograph
of you and a young lady,

who looks somewhat
like the Princess.

Magnum, I know
what you're doing,

and it's not going to work!

Obviously, this is one of your clever little
practical jokes designed to unnerve me

before the Gala Anglo-Hawaiian
Historical Society Pageant this week.

However, I have
everything under control,

and nothing could
disconcert me now.

Oh, my God!

Hi, Mom. It's me.

We seem to be talking to each
other's machines a lot lately.

I just wanted to talk to
you about family history.

It's nothing important.

I love you.

Hello again.

How did you get in here?

Well, I'm glad you asked,

because it seems there is a way
into and out of the garden.

I'd be happy to show you
for future reference,

in case you don't
already know where it is,

which I think you do.

You seem to know an awful
lot about Hawaiian history.

How many of these little
things have you published?

Three? Four?

What is it you want?

Oh! I want to know

who that woman was
out in the garden yesterday,

and I want to know why
you lied to me about it.

I have a theory.
One that I didn't

find in one of your
little books, there.

Would you like to hear it?

Well, I figure...

Course, now, this is just conjecture
based on rumor and gossip,

but I figure maybe she's the
granddaughter of Princess Kahiwalani.

That's ridiculous!

Well, it's iust a theory.

Like I said, it probably couldn't
be true, because if it were,

somebody like you, with all
your publishing experience,

would probably write
a little book about it

and become rich and famous.

That would be big news,
wouldn't it?

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to ask you to leave.

I'm leaving! I just wanted to hear
what you thought about my theory

before I gave it to the press.

You'd be making a big mistake.

Yeah.

All right, all right.

The girl was here yesterday.

And she does bear
a slight resemblance

to Princess Kahiwalani.
Very slight.

As a matter of fact, I was
startled when I saw you.

You look a bit like...

Like who?

It doesn't matter.

Like an American Navy
lieutenant, maybe?

Someone who was very close
to Princess Kahiwalani?

None of that matters. The point is,
she is a confused, neurotic girl

who desperately wants to
believe that she's royalty.

Well, I think I'd like
to decide that for myself.

She thinks she is Kahiwalani!

I have to warn you.

She can be very convincing.
Most schizophrenics are.

Easy. It's okay.

Wait...

Don't run away.

I have to talk to you.

Who sent you here?

Nobody.

Did my husband tell you...

No.

I have something that

I think belongs to you.

Princess Kahiwalani's locket.

Where did you get it?

It was sent to me

by Pali-Uli Keahikapu.

Why does everyone think I...

What?

If you're looking for a
donation, we already gave.

You're bothering my wife.

I just wanted to ask
her a few questions.

I suggest you leave
before I call the police.

The Magnum s�de of me
was say�ng, loud and clear,

"Stay out of someth�ng that
�sn't any of your bus�ness."

But the Sull�van s�de kept me wonder�ng
why V�ctor�a seemed so fr�ghtened.

Oh, hey, I'm really
sorry about this.

I'm having a little problem
with my steering mechanism.

Isn't that right, Dick?
Anyway, are you okay?

Yeah I think so.

Well that's good.

Because the only reason
we pulled you over like that

is, um, I have to deliver
something here.

- That's very good.
- Very authentic.

One could almost believe you
were in an actual altercation.

I was in an altercation.

Oh, incidentally,
your mother called.

She said you wanted to ask her some
question about family history.

Yeah. Well...

I suppose you believe you had a
great-uncle who sailed the South Pacific

and managed to get
his picture into a locket

which would someday find its
way into your possession.

Ls that really
so completely far-fetched?

Yes.

Ls this all you got
on Hawaiian history?

I would think that all these
volumes would be sufficient

to find whatever it is
you're looking for.

What's that? What's what?

That book there.
The book you were hiding.

I'm not hiding anything.

Aha.

You were hiding it.

Don't be ridiculous. Why
on earth would I hide...

Gladys Shimpel's book!

Why, Higgins?

Why?

Because it's Gladys
Shimpel's book, that's why!

You expect me to believe that you've
even heard of Gladys Shimpel?

The Islands' foremost
expert on Hawaiian history.

Are you kidding? Everyone's
heard of Gladys Shimpel.

And Gladys Shimpel's theory of
Princess Kahiwalani was never proved.

You knew about this. That's
why you were hiding it.

And just because it lends some
credence to your ridiculous theory...

But isn't it possible
we're right,

me and Gladys? It was all
conjecture and rumor.

But possible,

just possible,

that Princess Kahiwalani had a son
the year she spent in England,

the result of a romance with
an American Navy lieutenant.

That's all well
and good, Magnum,

but even if it were true,
even if,

you're saying that this
man, William Keyes,

kept his wife's identity
secret for years,

and then sent two thugs
to beat you up

when you began to get
too close to his secret.

Well? Well, it's absurd.

William Keyes
is a prominent citizen

well known for his
philanthropic acts.

Why would he suddenly start
behaving like a common criminal?

I don't know, Higgins.

But I intend to find out.

Listen, Thomas,
I have about 500 things

left to do for the pageant.
Come on, Rick, 500?

That's a little bit of an exaggeration.
Don't you think?

I have to pick the programs
up from the printers,

I have to okay the costumes
for the dancers...

This won't take any time at all!

I'll have you back
in an hour, Rick!

Yeah, yeah, that's
what you always say!

It took a little digging,

but I came up with
something on your boy.

Personally, I'm always
a little suspicious

of anybody that looks
as clean as William Keyes.

Yeah, well I never tru!
Sted the guy either.

Here you are, honey.

What'd you find?

Well, on the surface,

it appears like he's a
very successful investor.

Ah! Card one is the chariot!

Triumph, victory, hope,

success!

That's great. She's
real good at this.

You said that he appears to
be successful on the surface.

- That's right.
- However,

here we have the tower.

Danger, ruin,
destruction of plans.

Sudden death.

Where?

Excuse me. What's
underneath the surface?

What? Huh? Under
the surface? Oh.

He's a hustler who's into
some very big-time operators

for a quarter of a million.

Would you mind getting me
some more tea, dear?

It's over there on the bar.

How about you? No thanks,
I'm fine, ma'am.

You think he's got the
money to pay them off?

I know for a fact he doesn't.
He's flat broke.

It's not the first time, either.

Ice Pick, what are you doing?

Sometimes you have to take the
future into your own hands.

Oh, thank you, my dear.
Now, where were we?

Card two. Four of disks.

Four of disks! You hear that?

Four of disks!

Power. Law and order.

Gain of money and influence.

Didn't I tell you she was great?

Your man's going to have to
come up with some money, fast.

If the lady's in danger,

it's going to come
from that corner.

Well, we got to go.
Thanks, Ice Pick.

Oh! Yeah. Nice meeting you.

Goodbye.

Now, what does the future
hold for me?

I gotta give you credit. You said we'd be
less than an hour, and you were right.

It's a good thing, too.

'Cause I gotta be back
at the estate

to give the usherettes
instructions at 2:OO.

Usherettes? Dancers?

Have you ever noticed that
all your urgent tasks

seem to have something to do
with a bunch of pretty women?

Uh-huh. Well, I will be back
at the estate by 2:OO.

We could be. If our next
stop doesn't take too long.

Thomas!

I think this is a very bad idea.

I don't think you're supposed to
go into dead people's houses.

Ain't that against the
law or something?

If you see anybody coming up
the road, just let me know.

Wait, who's gonna be coming up the road?
I don't know!

That's why I need somebody
to keep a lookout.

Oh, great. Just great!

Hey, will you hurry up? This
place gives me the creeps.

One character
tra�t on the Magnum s�de

extreme stubbornness.

At least, that's what my
mom always called �t.

My dad l�ked to
call �t perseverance.

When all log�c and reason told
me to stay away from th�s case,

my stubborn streak took hold.

I had to know
why th�s woman, Pal�-Ul�,

had tr�ed to draw me �nto her
world on the day that she d�ed.

I could only hope that she
had le Ft a clue beh�nd,

to g�ve me
some sort of an answer.

It was beg�nn�ng to look
l�ke she had done just that.

Thomas! Someone's coming!

Thomas, let's get out of here!

Thomas!

Come on, come on, let's go!

Princess Kahiwalani
didn't commit suicide.

She was killed by her husband.

She and her Navy
lieutenant lover.

I'd like to hear all about it,

but could we get
the hell out of here?

Which is exactly what Pali-Uli
thought was going to happen

to Kahiwalani's
granddaughter, Victoria.

Thomas!

First of all
you almost get m! E killed

over somebody who's
been dead for 80 years.

Then you expect me
to buy a story

about Victoria Keyes,
princess reincarnated?

I didn't almost get you killed!

And I'm not asking you
to buy anything.

I'm iust telling you
what Pali-Uli believed.

Now, she wrote that Kahiwalani's
husband found her and her lover,

killed them both, and then
set fire to the house.

That's very interesting, Thomas,

but I got to tell you,

I'm a little busy right now,
so if you'll excuse me...

So you're saying
Victoria is doomed

to repeat Kahiwalani's death
at her husband's hands

unless the karma
is somehow broken.

Right. That is, if you
believe the theory.

And you're going
to buy into this?

Yeah, I'm still holding.

If it were karma, and if
she had to repeat it,

the Navy officer would
have to die with her.

Oh, come on. That's all
superstitions and ghost stories.

Without a doubt. Although there are
some of perhaps inferior intellect

who support the theory
of reincarnation.

First of all why would! Keyes

believe that Victoria was the
granddaughter of the Princess?

Desperate people have a way of
finding out all kinds of things.

Yeah, I'm still here. Go ahead.

Not that I for a moment
entertained the idea,

but it was once proposed to
me that I embody the spirit

of a rather brilliant military
advisor to Catherine the Great.

I'm certain if I were
to mention his name,

you'd see the similarity
in character traits

which would make such an
observation possible,

however misguided.

However, that's hardly the
important issue at the moment.

Thanks, Darla. I owe you one.

The problem is, if we accept any
part of this bizarre theory...

There's no way of proving that Keyes
is planning to murder his wife.

Precisely.

Just because Pali-Uli believed
it, it is hardly probable cause.

But maybe a $500,OOO
insurance policy is.

Especially if it contains
a suicide clause.

There's someone else besides
Pali-Uli who knows about this.

She wanted to take some of Princess
Kahiwalani's personal articles.

They belong to the museum.

I couldn't iust let them go
to some crazy woman.

And what made you think
she was crazy?

She thinks she's Kahiwalani!

She's obsessed with the idea that
she's the Princess come back to life.

Did she tell you that?

No! Her husband did.

He called.

Yes, he called several times,
asking for certain items.

He apologized, said he was
humoring his wife,

that she had all kinds
of fantasies that included...

Suicide.

A fixation on Kahiwalani's
suicide, actually.

Oma'oma'o Valley.

Oma'oma'o Valley.

A house was bu�lt for Pr�ncess
Kah�walan� and her husband.

It was never l�ved �n.

W�ll�am Keyes sa�d h�s w�fe was obsessed
w�th restor�ng �t and l�v�ng �n �t.

He sa�d she wanted to
recreate Kah�walan�'s l�fe.

The anc�ent Hawa��ans
called �t hana hope.

Some people called �t karma.

My grandfather
called �t dest�ny.

But then, he was a Sull�van.

I d�dn't know whether
to bel�eve �t or not,

but whether V�ctor�a was l�v�ng out
the dest�ny of her famous grandmother

or s�mply �n trouble
all on her own,

I knew I had to do
whatever I could to help her.

Somebody should've
heard from him by now.

He'd let us know
if he was in trouble.

If he could.

We should send someone over
to William Keyes' house.

Pre-show jitters?

William! Uh, Mr. Keyes, I, uh...
That is, uh...

Don't worry, Jonathan, everything
is going to go like clockwork.

Yes, I'm quite sure
your... Where is...

ls Mrs. Keyes
attending the performance?

No. No, I'm afraid she came
down with a bad headache.

I left her in her bed. We'll
see you after the show?

Yes. Good.

Ah.

"...and presently the sun had
cleared the eastern h�ll

"and the glow, , of the day
was no more."

I have the honor

to present to you the man who
made th�s pageant poss�ble,

for w�thout h�s
fundra�s�ng efforts,

we would not have been able to
present th�s program to you today.

Lad�es and gentlemen,
Mr. W�ll�am Keyes.

Thanks.

I know what you're th�nk�ng.

And I agree.

There was noth�ng more to
Pal�-Ul�'s theory of re�ncarnat�on,

than the work�ngs of
a romant�c, �mag�nat�ve m�nd,

and the dev�ous, man�pulat�ve
m�nd of W�ll�am Keyes.

And, maybe, a l�ttle
w�shful daydream�ng

on the part of
Thomas Sull�van Magnum.

Oh, there you are.

I've iust seen Victoria,
Mrs. Keyes,

off at the airport.

She asked me
to give you this note.

Dear Thomas. Please
forg�ve me for leav�ng

w�thout stopp�ng by
to at least say thank you.

Somehow "thank you"
seemed so �nadequate,

and I wasn't qu�te sure
what else to say.

I know there must be some reason our l�ves
were drawn together so myster�ously.

But I also know somet�mes �t's
fool�sh to go chas�ng down reasons.

Maybe �t's better
to just accept �t

and let �t go.

So I guess I'll just say
mahalo and goodbye.

She also asked me
to give you this.

It's

quite a remarkable photograph
of Princess Kahiwalani

one Pali-Uli had kept
in her private collection.

So I guess we can put this
reincarnation theory to rest,

once and for all.

I guess we can, Higgins.

Mahalo.