All language subtitles for 08.07 A Girl Named Sue.eng

Thomas?

Susan?

I hope you find that will soon.

Arthur's getting
a little desperate.

Where's your gun?
It's in the shop.

You call yourself
a professional!

Why don't you ioin forces
and look for it together.

Don't move.

I'd be very happy if
I never saw you again.

Fine. Fine!

I got h�s
answer�ng mach�ne aga�n.

At least he could've called.

So damn irresponsible.

Twenty minutes late
is irresponsible.

He was due over an hour ago.

Wonder if he's in
some kind of trouble?

You bet he's in trouble.
With me!

Hi, guys. Sorry I'm late.

You're sorry? You're sorry!

I lay out 200 bucks
to Jerry Kanelo

because you tell me that he's
the best marlin guide around,

and now you iust waste
half our fishing time.

And remember, I have to
get back for OO charter.

Come on T.C., not you, too. Can't you
get someone else to fly the charter?

I would've been here sooner,
but I had someone after me.

It's a package deal.
Each day this week,

I have to take a different religious
leader to that conference over on Hilo.

You are gonna pay
your full share.

You know, they almost had me at
the estate but I slipped away.

Who almost had you?

What're you talking about?

Mrs. Murtaugh's process servers.

You know, the woman who
lives near the estate?

She's suing her
next-door neighbor.

See, his Dalmatian supposedly
ravished her Shih Tzu,

and she is claiming that I happened
to see it when I was jogging by.

So, she's trying to subpoena me.

Waiting to testify
that I didn't see anything.

So, as of now,
I am officially on the lam.

You don't know me,
you haven't seen me.

I don't wanna know you.

Are we going fishing or not?

Yeah, it sounds like a great way
to get lost for half a day.

Excuse me. Thomas Magnum?

Me? No. Absolutely not.
Who told you that?

Uh, Jonathan Higgins said I
might be able to find him here,

and a waitress
just pointed you out.

Oh! Rosine?

She iust can't get us straight.

I'm not Thomas Magnum.

I'm Earl,
Thomas Magnum's brother.

Right, guys?

Right, it's his brother.

Yeah, good old Earl.

I really needed to see him.

I don't suppose
you're a detective, too?

A private investigator?
No, I'm an exterminator.

What am I gonna do now? I...

I'm sorry. It's not your fault.

I'm Melissa Wainwright. Oh.

If you see your brother,
would you please tell him

that I want to hire him right away,
and I'll pay him anything he asks?

Maybe if I could tell him
a little bit about the case?

All right. Uh...

it's kind of personal.

I think I know where we could
be a little more private.

Excuse me.

Oh, Earl, I don't even
know where to start.

Your brother came
highly recommended.

I need his help urgently. I-l don't
have anybody else to advise me.

At least, not anymore.

It's iust that I've been so
confused since it happened.

I lost my father in a boating
accident three weeks ago.

I'm still in mourning.

Gee, I'm sorry.

Thank you, Mr. Magnum.

Look, Miss Wainwright, I
think I owe you an apology.

When you came to the table,

I really didn't think
you were a client.

I don't understand.

Well, I thought you
were someone else,

someone I didn't Wanna See.

Actually, I am Thomas Magnum.

You tricked me?

Ls that how you have fun
with your friends?

No, believe me, nO, nO, nO.
Wait, wait, wait, please.

Please, look.

Miss Wainwright, I'm sorry.

I didn't intend to fool you

or make light of your situation.

I'd like to help you if I can.

It's my brother, Arthur.

L...

Maybe this is a mistake.
I should go.

No, no, no, no, no.
No, this is a mistake.

No, come on, it's all right.

I mean, you've gone this far.

This is gonna sound so terrible.

Well, iust take
a deep breath and

tell me.

I think my brother may have killed
our father and stolen his will.

Well, that's quite a statement.

If you have some proof,
the police...

No, I don't, at least
nothing substantial.

Arthur was being disinherited,

and he was on the boat the night
my father fell overboard,

and now Dad's will is missing.

Circumstantial evidence.

Well, maybe I could
shore it up for you.

It's not all. Arthur claims
to be looking for the will.

He called and he asked me to meet him
tonight at one of Dad's warehouses.

I'm afraid to go, Mr. Magnum.

Well, don't.

Just don't.

I'll go, and I'll talk to Arthur

and see if I can find out
what he's up to.

That is, if you still
wanna hire me.

Yes, I do.

Thank you, Mr. Magnum.

Thomas.

Melissa.

Yo! Yo!

Hey you, big guy!

A little help!

Thomas Magnum!

Dutton?

Consider yourself
officially served.

Process serving? Is that the
kind of case you're taking now?

I'm sorry, Magnum, but all's
fair in business and war.

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

There are few th�ngs
more dangerous

than gett�ng �n the m�ddle
of a fam�ly quarrel.

Espec�ally a fam�ly quarrel
over a large fortune.

Ask any cop, and he'll tell you

more pol�cemen are �njured
answer�ng fam�ly d�sturbance calls

than any other k�nd.

It's l�ke that old
love song says,

"You always hurt
the one you love."

And anyone else who happens
to be �n the l�ne of f�re.

Well, I wasn't plann�ng
OO news the hard way.

Melissa?

No.

Better give it up, bud,
or I'll ventilate you.

I have a theory.
You wanna hear it?

No!

I think you're a woman
pretending to be a man.

A bullet doesn't care
whose hand pulls the trigger!

I also think you read
too many detective novels.

Hey.

You wouldn't happen to be a tall

average-looking guy with
a mustache, would you?

What if I am?

Did you ever spend a weekend in a
bank vault with a stunning brunette?

Susan?

Thomas?

Susan Johnson?

I don't believe it!

Oh, Thomas.
I am so glad to see you.

I had no idea
you were back in town.

Yeah, well, surprise!

How's the saxophone-playing?

Excellent. And you're
not back at the bank.

No, I was. I went back.

I thought you were quitting.

Well, I did but I went...

Well, I was working there while
I was studying at the, uh,

Lucky Steele Detective School.

Lucky Steele? Yeah.

The guy on late-night TV? Susan,
come on, his hair isn't even real.

Well, maybe not,
but my license is.

I got it three weeks ago
and this is my first case.

Oh, congratulations.

Thank you.

Do you think maybe we could
continue talking outside?

This is a little bit
too d�j� yu for me.

Oh, yeah.

That's right. We have this habit
of getting locked in little rooms.

Don't say "locked." Don't. Yeah.

Don't kid around, Thomas.

Who's kidding?

It's stuck.

You did it again!

You locked us in here!
We're trapped!

No, I haven't!

Of course, it might take us
a couple minutes to get out.

Thomas,

are you representing
Melissa Wainwright?

Didn't Lucky Steele tell you
about client confidentiality?

Oh, you sap.

She is vicious!

She is a vicious, vicious woman!

She probably murdered
her father.

Arthur warned me.

He told me that she might
send a hit man here tonight.

Oh, is that why you tried
to "ventilate" me?

I didn't try to
ventilate you, all right?

You came in here bellowing
like that, and you startled me

and my gun went off, okay?

I don't want to
fight with you, Susan.

I iust want to help you.

It seems Arthur Wainwright has pulled
the oldest trick in the book on you.

He's reversed all the facts
in this case.

In reality, Arthur did all the things
that he's accusing Melissa of.

Oh. Well, in that case, where'd
the little witch hide the will?

If you want the will,
I suggest you go ask Arthur!

And to think that I have always looked
up to you as a model investigator.

Oh!

What do you think you're doing?

Oh, heck!

My TV must have been
on the blink

the night that Lucky Steele taught us
how to open a lock with a corkscrew.

Night, Thomas.

Susan?

Susan.

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

I felt bad about end�ng up �n compet�t�on
w�th a stand-up guy l�ke Thomas.

I'd always l�ked h�s style.

In fact, he had a lot to do w�th my
dec�d�ng to jo�n the flatfoot fratern�ty.

The f�rst th�ng I learned at
Lucky Steele's Detect�ve School

was that a savvy P.l. doesn't th�nk
much oF the human cond�t�on.

We always suspect everyone.

And that's why we're
so rarely d�sappo�nted.

I wasn't ready to pan�c, but the palm of
my sh�ft�ng hand was start�ng to �tch.

And s�nce my heap had the
horses, I dec�ded to use them.

I had to hope the gumshoe gods
were watch�ng over me.

What a bozo.

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

Reun�ons are a two-edged sword.

They can be �oyous occas�ons
or rec�pes for d�saster.

I remember when
I was s�x or seven,

the Sull�van clan took over half
the c�ty park for the weekend.

By the end of the f�rst day, a huge
argument began between cous�ns

about someth�ng near and dear
to Sull�van hearts.

Probably land or
pol�t�cs or poetry.

I can st�ll remember ask�ng Grandpa
Sull�van why the fam�ly was f�ght�ng.

And he sa�d,

"Thomas, you can only get
really angry"

"at those who love you enough
to forg�ve you."

Nice surveillance car.

Very subtle.

I got mine free.

So, how'd you get out
of the storage room?

Easy. I can always get out. I was
just having some fun with you.

Right.

Ls this your investigative technique?
Following me?

Don't flatter yourself. I've
come here to see Arthur.

He won't be here.
Melissa is staying here.

Well, this was the
address he gave me.

Thomas! I've been
waiting for you.

I tried to tell you.

Susan! At last!

I tried to tell you.

Thomas, it was so good to see
you standing at that door.

When I found out

that Arthur had also sent an
investigator to that warehouse,

I was petrified.

I tried to call you
and warn you.

Oh, I appreciate that,
Melissa, but

I do this for a living. You
don't have to worry about me.

I can't help it.

If anything happened to you,
then I'd be all alone again.

Isn't it, uh, kind of risky?

I mean, living in the same house with
somebody who might want to kill you?

I take precautions, yes.

Because you see,
Melissa is the kind of person

that would try to hire someone
to do her dirty work for her.

What would have happened if I had
met Magnum in a dark warehouse?

Well, it's a tough iob,
but somebody has to do it.

You are the greatest, Susan.

Listen, Thomas,

I think I have good news.

I may know where my
father hid the will.

Daddy has this small cabin
on the windward side.

He used to disappear there
and work on his inventions.

Does Arthur know about this?

I don't think he remembers.

Oh, I should warn you,

it's a tiny place on a remote
section of the North Shore,

and there's no security.

Well, it sounds like
just the kind of place

an eccentric like
your father might use.

I'll check it out
in the morning.

I think a woman with your sense of
adventure would simply love sailing.

It is absolutely my favorite
thing in the whole wide world.

At least, it was,

until Dad...

Oh, no, Arthur,
it will be again.

Just as soon as we get this sordid
nightmare buried in the past.

Thomas,

I hope you find that will soon.

I think Arthur's getting
a little desperate.

He is?

I know he doesn't look it,

but he's capable
of extreme violence.

He'd stoop to anything.

Magnum,

you promised to help me get ready for
Sunday's lawn bowling tournament.

But I'm on the
Wainwright case now.

Very well, but the least you can do
is assist in unloading the equipment.

How long have you known
the Wainwrights, Higgins?

I first met William
in Burma, 1944.

He was with Merrill's Marauders.

I was helping train one of the
local Burmese defense forces.

I sometimes think you met
everyone during the war.

Nevertheless, that's where I
first encountered William.

During monsoon season, he constructed
this snowshoe contraption

made of vines and jungle leaves

to keep us from sinking
into that knee-deep muck.

Sounds like a very
resourceful guy.

Quite. Two hours after
we cleared the camp,

an air strike leveled
everything around.

I'm one of several hundred
soldiers who owes his life

to William Wainwright's
inventiveness.

No kidding. Sounds like a great
story for your memoirs, Higgins.

Here, you better let me...
Higgins!

Are you crazy?

You could have hurt yourself,
not to mention me!

Merely a small miscalculation of
relative weight distribution.

The only harm done was...

Naturally, I'll be happy
to replace the contents.

No! No, no, don't worry about it.
It's just a little something.

Nevertheless, I'm
responsible for the damage.

No, no, they're
knitted potholders.

You know, the flatter they
get, the better they work.

I'm afraid I must insist.

Boy, am I late!

Oh, my God!

What are you doing here?

My job.

Aha!

What do you think you're doing?

Let me go.

Congratulations.

Where's your gun?

It's in the shop.

Where?

It's in the shop!
I bent the firing pin...

You what?

I bent the firing pin hammering
my way out of the storage room.

And you call yourself
a professional!

By the way, pro,
before you return fire,

I suggest you put some
bullets in your gun.

Forget it. He's gone.

Don't you mean she's gone?

No, I don't!

And only a rookie like
you would still think

that sweet, lovely Melissa
could be involved in this.

"Sweet, lovely Melissa"?

"Rookie"?

May I remind you
that this rookie

was the one who
had the experience

to be packing iron when
the lead started flying.

Packing iron?

Oh, that's right, because I
was about to get plugged.

About to plunge headlong down the
dark rabbit hole of existence

to that neon Valhalla where the
drinks are pure and the women aren't.

Are you making fun of me?
Yes, I am.

Okay.

Okay, that does it.

You know what I want
from you from now on?

What?

Nothing. Good!

And you know something else?

I'd be very happy
if I never saw you again.

That's fine with me. Fine.

Fine! Fine.

Fine! Fine!

Magnum?

Magnum?

Magnum!

The gunsmith has
repaired your pistol,

and his estimate on
my Webley is $175.

A hundred and...

Okay, fine, fine.
I said I'd pay for it.

There's also someone
here to see you.

Nice looking coat. What
is it, unborn linoleum?

Ls that the excellent playing
you were telling me about?

Miss Johnson wants
to talk with you.

Why?

Wait a minute. You told me
he wanted to talk to me.

He does. He iust
doesn't know it yet.

What are you doing, Higgins?

The question is,
what are you doing?

In the past three hours, I've
received separate phone calls

from Melissa and
Arthur Wainwright.

Well, why are they calling you?

To complain that the two of you

are impeding one another's
progress on the case

and, in general, behaving like
self-absorbed adolescents.

In other words, much like
Melissa and Arthur themselves.

Well, I can only
speak for myself,

but my investigation is ongoing.

Mine, too. And it's
going quite well.

Nonsense.

Can't the two of you
be professional enough

to stop this squabbling
and declare a truce?

Well, it's all right with me.

But he started it.

I did not! You did, too!

Okay! Truce!

Thank you.

I hope you'll both be equally
adult about my next proposal.

You're both looking
for the same will...

And the truth about what
happened to William Wainwright.

Then why don't you ioin forces
and look for it together?

Together?

Us?

Higgins.

Uh, you don't know
what you're asking.

There are so many reasons
why that wouldn't work.

Please proceed.

I have nothing planned
for this afternoon.

Yes, I'd like to hear some
of those reasons myself.

No, don't.

Don't play again.

I know what you're th�nk�ng.

I made a b�g m�stake by lett�ng H�gg�ns
talk me �nto jo�n�ng forces w�th Susan.

And you may be r�ght.
But I've always felt

�t's better to have your
m�stake r�ght at your elbow

than popp�ng up
when you least expect �t.

I know what you're th�nk�ng.

I'd broken a P.l. commandment

by team�ng up w�th someone else.

But my gut �nst�nct sa�d th�s
partnersh�p had a future.

It felt good to be part of a well-o�led
�nvest�gat�ve team attack�ng a tough case.

Two-f�sted act�on,
w�tty repartee,

and who knows, maybe a touch
of hearts and flowers.

All right. Now, just hang back

and watch how I handle
this situation.

Right.

Gail!

Oh, God, it's good to see you.

You're not Gail, I'm sorry.

No, I'm Julie. Julie Marsh.

But I'd be willing
to change my name.

That's not necessary, Julie.

I'm sorry, I'm Thomas Magnum.

No kidding.

Oh, this is Susan Johnson.

I've always loved the name Tom.
It's so

strong, so sensual...

So easy to spell.

Is there something
I could do for you?

Well, I hope so.
I really hope so.

Actually, you could
do it for both of us.

Right. Uh,

we're trying to locate a
yacht that's berthed here.

It's the Wainwight...

The Wainwright yacht.

Why, Tom,

you know I can't tell you
where people keep their boats.

What if you turned out to be

a criminal?

Well, you could always
frisk me first.

That might be interesting.

Is there a fire hose around here?
Just in case.

But unfortunately the
Wainwright yacht is out.

I thought so. Arthur took it.

I don't think it was Arthur.
I can check the trip sheets.

It might say.

Could you? Thanks!

What are you doing? I'm trying
to get some information, here.

Oh, is that what you
were trying to get?

Tell me, Thomas, is that
the way Melissa Wainwright

suckered you into this case?

With her fluttering eyelashes
and her smoldering looks?

That is not what...

We'll talk about this later.

It doesn't say
who took the boat out.

No crew listed.

Destination, Hilo.

Uh, Julie,

are those the trip sheets
for the Wainwright yacht?

Could I take a look at them?

I don't ordinarily let a man
take a look at my trip sheets

until the second date. But, um,

Thank you. In this case, Tom...

What's this Williams' Island?

That's the Wainwights'
pwivate island.

It's near Hilo.

Hilo? Mmm.

Susan? Susan! Mmm?

How would you like to meet
a major religious leader?

We are always pleased

when you select
Island Hoppers Tours,

because our ult�mate goal �s to
create those spec�al memor�es

that make the Hawa��an Islands truly
a land of myst�c enchantment.

There's no better way
to see the wonders of Hawa��

than from an Island Hoppers
hel�copter.

Your tour �s �n the hands of a
sk�lled and exper�enced p�lot,

so s�t back
and enjoy the scenery.

As we fly over the surf l�ne
and the golden beaches,

�t's easy to �mag�ne the f�rst
explorers to d�scover these �slands.

What must the�r thoughts have
been when, after weeks at sea,

they saw th�s unspo�led parad�se

where bronzed, young nat�ves
frol�cked naked �n the waves...

There �t �s. Miss Melissa.

Why would anyone want to spo�l a
beaut�ful boat w�th a name l�ke Mel�ssa?

Thomas, th�s �s the last
t�me that I do th�s for you.

Sorry about the delay, Rabb�.

The gorgeous �slands
wh�ch we call Hawa��

have the�r or�g�n deep �n the molten
volcan�c depths oF the South Seas.

They are st�ll be�ng formed,
as you can...

I know what you're th�nk�ng,
but th�s t�me, you're wrong.

Sure, we'd all l�ke reun�ons to be
happy occas�ons, full of laughs,

but they aren't always.

And usually, the anger and the
f�ght�ng help to clear the a�r,

and the relat�onsh�ps
that surv�ve

grow stronger and more honest
because of the exper�ence.

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

Any self-respect�ng shamus
thr�ves on exc�tement,

but there �s a d�fference
between exc�tement and terror.

I found myself swallow�ng a
scream the s�ze of a softball

and the only th�ng keep�ng
my hand off the pan�c button

was the cool conf�dence
of my new partner.

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

I had absolutely no bus�ness be�ng
�n the jungle w�th a nov�ce.

But what alternat�ve d�d I have?

I had accepted respons�b�l�ty
for Susan as my partner.

So �t was up to me
to see us through safely.

Susan, don't move!

I said, "Don't move."

You said "Don't moo!"

What happened?

You tripped a booby trap.

Oh, no! Oh, God!

It's the oldest trick
in the book.

Well, it's okay. I'm sorry.

Susan, it could happen to anybody.
Are you all right?

I feel humiliated!

Well, do you have
that knife in your purse?

Here!

What?

You look like you're wearing
King Kong's hairnet!

It's okay. You can come out now.

Huh? We know you're in there.

We do?

William Wainwright, I presume.

All right, that's far enough.

Don't you think it's about time
you put down the rifle, William?

No, you don't, sonny.

You're not fast-talking
your way out of this.

Oh, come on, Bill.

You're not gonna shoot the two people
you led here to bring you back to life.

Don't talk to him! What...

Led?

What are you talking about?

Well, all the signs were there,
if you really knew where to look.

For instance, the way you
fell overboard that night.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right!
Without any witnesses!

I always thought that
was awfully convenient.

Then, of course,

there's this. What's that?

You see these scratches? Yeah.

They're made by
a top-feeding clip.

Modern rifles use
a bottom-feeding magazine.

Hey, I didn't know if you
were gonna catch that one.

Well, that's why you left it
behind for us, wasn't it, William?

See, these marks
from the stripper clip,

plus the caliber
of the cartridge,

clearly indicate it came from an
M1, a World War Il-vintage rifle.

Which, of course, is the war
that William fought in.

Exactly.

So you're the one
who shot at us.

You two are pretty good
at this game!

Say, I never would've hit you.

I'm a damned good shot,
if I say so myself.

So it's been voyeurism
all along.

What?

Voyeurism.

He wanted to observe us
without being seen himself.

It's a common trait among
people who pretend to be dead.

You see, they like to hang around
to see what happens afterwards.

Wait iust a doggone minute.

That makes perfect sense.

And it's obvious why he did it.

Obvious? Exactly! Yes.

Because he's a self-made man,

and then he has
these rotten relatives...

He pretends to die, hoping
his kids will band together

and learn something
about real life.

Don't be such a smart guy!

But his little experiment
goes over like a lead Edsel.

And there he is,
stuck being dead,

and that's where we come in.

You know, Susan,
you really are very good.

Well... No. I really mean it.

And I think
I owe you an apology.

Just 'cause I don't take
Lucky Steele seriously

doesn't mean I shouldn't
have taken you seriously.

Why, Thomas...

No. You've made some very
clever deductions on this case.

Well, when you work
with the best,

your game is bound
to go up a notch or two.

Hello? Pardon me for intruding,

but if I'm gonna be
resurrected today,

we'd better get back
to the boat.

Well, partner, I think
we just solved a case.

We definitely solved a case.

What do you mean
you solved the case?

Did you find the will, Thomas?

No, Melissa,
it's been destroyed.

You found evidence
against Melissa?

No, Arthur, I'm sorry, I didn't.

Thomas, please don't toy with me.
You know how it upsets me.

All right, here's our solution.

Daddy?

Oh, my God!

Where were you?

It's a long story, honey.
A long story.

For once you got
nothing to say, huh?

Well, this is a great day!

You can't imagine
how much I missed you.

Do all your cases
turn out like this?

Of course.

Drop it, Arthur.

I was wondering when you were
gonna get around to this, Arthur.

You were right, Mr. Magnum.

But I'd give anything
if you hadn't been.

Here you are! I wondered
where you got away...

What is it, Thomas?

What's going on?

Your brother was about
to murder your father.

I knew it!

Didn't I tell you
he was vicious?

Thank God
you caught him, Thomas.

Well, unfortunately, I've
also caught his accomplice.

You.

Me?

What are you talking about?

Well, your job was to keep me
occupied until I heard shots,

and then I'd rush in,

and I guess Arthur
would shoot me, too.

That is crazy, Thomas.

You know how much
you mean to me.

I could never do anything
to hurt you.

It won't work
this time, Melissa.

I'm turning you in.

Please, Thomas.

Please don't do this.

We can be happy together.

I'm sorry, Melissa.

Not as sorry
as you're going to be.

Great job, Lissy!

Shut up, Artie, and get
back over there with them!

But we're partners,
aren't we, Lis?

Ha! And you were gonna dump
me just as soon as you could,

so forget it.

Well, Mr. Magnum,
it seems as though

I've finally gotten my children
to work together on something.

Well, don't worry
about it, William.

See, Melissa has forgotten

that I work with a partner.

In fact, Susan has you
covered right now.

Nice try, Thomas.

You don't think I'd leave a potential
murder victim unguarded, do you?

Okay, Susan,
you can come out now.

This is it, Susan!

Pick your spot!

Just so we can end this
little charade, Thomas,

I want you to go over there and open
that closet door very carefully.

The closet?

Go on!

If Susan were in the closet,

it wouldn't be a very
good time to shoot,

because I'd be
in the line of fire.

No, sir.

Don't shoot when I open
the door of the closet.

Freeze, tramp,
or you're wallpaper.

I told you
to hide in the closet!

I know!

But Lucky always says to pick the
most bizarre spot you can find.

All right, Melissa,

I strongly suggest
that you drop that gun,

because you've never been
one of my favorite people.

I'm afraid not.

You see, Thomas has entertained
me a couple of times

with stories about how
bad you are with a gun.

All right, Melissa, I want you
to pay very close attention.

I guess I understated Susan's
skill a little for comic effect.

Drop it.

Don't do it.

You have no idea how much
it hurts to be shot.

I mean the bullet
rips into the flesh,

and then it
tumbles around, it's...

All right!
Just shut up about it!

Please, Melissa, put it down. It
won't do you any good anyway.

OO I married Louise.

Your secretary?

Arthur?

Artie!

Oh, Artie!

Nice right cross.

And that was about the most
amazing shot I've ever seen.

Well, actually
I was aiming for the lamp.

I figured you could jump
Melissa in the dark.

You've had so much practice.

I can't believe Lucky Steele
has a placement service!

Isn't it great?

Thomas, if I do well
in this interview,

I'll be a private
investigator in Los Angeles!

But, Susan, you could make
a living here.

L.A. is so exciting, Thomas.

I'll have an office
on Wilshire Boulevard,

with a glass door
and a ceiling fan,

and a male secretary
I'll call "Doll Face."

I'd better go.
I don't wanna be late.

Well, just don't go getting
locked up in any small rooms

with anybody else but me.

I wouldn't dream of it.

Thomas, if you ever need me
to help you out with a case,

that's all you have to do, is just pick
up the longhorn and give me a jingle,

and I'll be here before you
can say, "Book 'em, Danno."

I'm gonna miss you, Susan.

Me, too.

J Well

so long, partner.

You didn't...

It's a little tricky.
You better let me.