All language subtitles for gua-magnum.1980.s07e08-1080p

(BUZZING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

HIGGINS: Stop, or I'll shoot.

Higgins, no, it's me!

To quote, "Higgins,
| won't be home all night.
| have to do surveillance."

And that was the truth.
| had a change of plans,
| came home,

| went to bed early.

Fully clothed,
wearing gloves?

All right, yes,
| sneaked in and got
your security keys.

But not to put
something over on you.

| just didn't
want to wake you.

How considerate. Please
remove that mindless game
from the computer.

| can't.
This instant, Magnum.
| insist.

Pull your disk and leave.
| told you, | can't.

For God's sake,
it's 2:00 a.m.!

And | couldn't sleep.

Look, | just wanna wind down,
Higgins. | had a terrible day.

| was right on the verge
of cracking this big
gambling case

I've been working on,
when the...

When you had a
chronic attack of adolescence.

No. When my suspect
flew off to Maui.

Higgins, what are you doing?
No!

(EXPLOSION)

Oh, my God!

Now I'm gonna have
to buy T.C. a new game.

| told you you
couldn't turn it off.

It's programmed to
erase if you stop it.

Don't be ridiculous.
Why should anyone
devise such a toy?

‘Cause Siege of
the Seventh Galaxy
is not a toy.

It is designed for the adult
who yearns for
the risk and challenge

of true-life
intergalactic combat.

Stop!

What are you doing?
I'm reformatting.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

Oh, my God!

You've destroyed New Delhi.

(CHUCKLES) I've what?

My second campaign in India.
Three months of
mind-wrenching labor,

five complete chapters,
an entire era
of my life, gone!

Why did you
reformat the main drive?

| was trying to delete it.

That game cost $59.95.

Game? You dare to mention
that game at this moment.

New Delhi is lost!

Well,
so is the Seventh Galaxy.

Oh, let's just forget it.
I've got to get some rest.

I've got to be
downtown in five hours.

Then | suggest you leave now.
It's a very long walk.

No. You can't do that.

| have to stay on
that casino case. I'm
real close to breaking it.

You said your
suspect flew to Maui.

But not his office.
Look, Higgins,
I'm sorry about your memoirs.

Then accept just punishment.

Punishment?
It wasn't my fault.

The Ferrari keys, Magnum.
Now.

And the keys to my other
vehicles are to be delivered
to me, as well.

Your vehicles?

The vehicles Mr. Masters
has placed in my care.

No, no, no.
You think of them
as your own, don't you?

Your cars,
your house, your computer,

so you can use them
to threaten me and
manipulate me.

You're being quite childish.

And you're being petty,
Higgins. Real petty.

I'm being emphatic! The keys!

Oh, Hig...

You're right.
It was a stupid thing to do.

I'll give you the other keys
in the morning. Good night.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

MAGNUM:
Seven years is a long time
to share common ground

with someone whom you
share no common ground.

But if there's one
thing that Higgins and |
do share in common,

it's our passion
for competition.

We're even sporting enough
to give each other
an advantage.

For instance,
| gave Higgins the edge

by handing over the car keys
without a fight.

That told him for sure
that | had no intention
of giving up the Ferrari.

The funny part was
that he didn't try to use
the advantage

and stop me from leaving.

But then if there's
one other thing Higgins and |
have in common,

it's a respect for work.

| mean, no matter
how mad he might have been
about the loss of his memoirs,

he would never have been
petty enough to stand in my
way of attending to business.

Even business as trivial
as breaking and entering.

Hi.

What were you
doing in my office, Magnum?

Have we met?
No.

But that hasn't
stopped you from
following me around.

Where'd you hear that?

Same place | heard
you were gonna
break in here this morning.

Wait a minute, Bill Nahli.

You have to be Bill Nahli.

And you think I've
been following you?

This is funny, see,
‘cause I'ma
private investigator.

That | know.

Working for who?
You.

Your company hired
me to do efficiency reports.

Now do you
see why it's funny?

Hey, wait a minute...

BILL: Yeah,
it's very funny, since we're
closed for vacation.

But then, you knew that.
You watched me
take off for Maui yesterday.

Okay. Give me my camera,
move your Cars,
and I'll come back next week.

No, you won't. | don't believe
you're working for me, Magnum.

But if you are, you're fired.

Hey, wait, my camera.

It was yours.

No, it wasn't.

MAGNUM: If there's
a third thing that Higgins
and | have in common,

it's an expert knowledge
of evasion techniques.

I'd have to be
expertly evasive with T.C.

until | came up
with $1,259.95,

the cost of one
destroyed computer disk
and one misplaced camera.

And | had no doubt
that Higgins would
be evasive with me,

rather than admit
that he'd overreacted
in taking my car keys.

But then,
| knew how much his
memoirs meant to him,

so | decided if he apologized,
I'd be nice about it.

| might even
offer to pay my fine.

Officer, I'm sorry,
| meant to fasten my seatbelt,
but |...

You're under arrest
for grand theft auto.

You have the right
to remain silent.

HIGGINS: Anything you say
could be disastrous,

so please speak
in the warmest, gentlest,
most complimentary tones.

Yes, yes. We must take
no chance of disturbing
the cereus before tomorrow.

No, of course not.

Jonathan, isn't it exciting?

You and Mr. Obata
could become famous.

Agatha, this is hardly
the first inducement
of a daylight blooming

of the
Cereus Mandevillus hybrid.

However, our technique
is quite original.

We've managed to
interrupt the natural
sex cycle.

Oh, dear.

Mr. Higgins and |
have discovered that
the normal behavior

of the cereus
can be reversed
by restricting pollination.

Higgins!

| can't believe you
did that, Higgins!

Mr. Magnum,
please, don't yell.
Think of the cereus.

You bet it's serious.
Mr. Obata is referring
to the Cereus Mandevillus.

You might disturb them
before tomorrow's
International Hawaiian show.

Flowers? Are you serious?

You want to talk
about upset flowers?

What about me, Higgins?
I'm very upset.

Perhaps you could
explain your anger,
Mr. Magnum, in cooler tones.

Higgins had Thomas arrested.

Arrested? Jonathan!

Agatha, please.

Magnum, am | to understand
that it was you who took
the Ferrari this morning?

Oh, come on,
you knew | had it.

No. | reported it
stolen because you vowed
not to use it.

It never occurred
to me that you might
go back on your word.

Oh, cute.

Okay, just drop the charges,
I'll go get the car,

and we'll forget
the whole thing.

I'll drop the charges,
of course.

But a vow is a vow.

You can't drive
the car for six days
and 11 hours.

Which will give
you an opportunity

to make an emotional
commitment to your
groundskeeping duties.

| do hope you understand.

Understand?

(SHUSHING)

Sure. | understand.

No problem.

MAGNUM: He had me arrested.

Thomas,
how many more times are you
going to say that?

Come on,
Higgins already explained
what happened.

And you believed him?

Well, | wanted to believe
that he meant what he said
about dropping the charges.

| mean,
| need the two grand
bail money back.

Well, don't worry.

He will straighten
things out with the police.
He has made his point.

What was he trying
to prove about that
emotional commitment stuff?

That is just his way of
reminding me that | promised

to help out with
the lawn work while he
was busy on his project.

(GRUNTS)

Here they are,
my secret set.

Are you crazy?
Are you gonna try
and get the Ferrari?

Of course not.

| just wanted to
find these so | could
give them back to Higgins.

Hey, man.
Where is my camera?

RICK: T.C., where the
hell have you been? | needed
help with the bail money.

Well, you two had
already left the station
by the time | got there.

Where is the camera?

Safe. | put it in the car
and the car's been impounded.

It is not in the car.
| had the police check.

Oh. Okay. Then have this film
developed for me.

Do what?

Well, | don't wanna
ask Higgins to use
the darkroom right now.

And this film is
the key to your camera.

They usually go together.

So why is this film
not with my camera?

Because | switched it
before Nahli’s guy
grabbed your camera.

But don't worry,
we'll get it back,
when we nail Nahi.

Hold it, hold it.

T.C.: Who's Nahli?

The head of
the biggest gambling ring
in the Islands.

MAGNUM: And that film
could prove it.

It's a list addresses |
shot in his office files.

Casino locations?

I'll Know for sure
if T.C. will develop the film

and if you'll check
some of the addresses.

Me?
Rick, please.

| can't do it.
Nahli Knows me now.

| wonder how he
could have found out
that | was tailing him.

| wonder why
I'm not in there
trying to kill him.

That's a $1,200 camera.

So, can you please
just help me find it
by developing that film?

(SIGHS)

I'll get the prints to you
as soon as | can, Rick.

MAGNUM:
And in the meantime, Rick,
could you talk to Ice Pick?

He may know about
Nahli's operations.

Thomas, Ice Pick,
you got to understand.

It's not that easy.
Every time | go to him
| owe him another favor.

But this is important.

It's always important.
So what're you gonna do?

You gonna take
a nap until | get back?

No, I'm gonna
commit myself to some
"cereus" lawn work.

What in God's
name are you doing?

Higgins. ls something wrong?

You've just destroyed
my chance to become

the first person to exhibit
a day-blooming
Cereus Mandevillus.

You know how hard
I've worked on this project.
You've gone too far!

Higgins,
they weren't blooming.

Of course
they're not blooming!

They'll only bloom
during the daytime
in a dark room!

| thought they were useless.
Honest.

I'm sorry.

| just got
emotionally committed.

It's a logical error.

| understand.

MAGNUM: I know what
you're thinking, and, sure,

| knew Higgins and | were
getting a little out of hand.

But if there's a fourth
thing that Higgins and |
have in common,

it's an adult,
sensitive, rational attitude
towards our problems.

We've always
known where to draw the line.

OBATA:
| suggest we try a normal,
nocturnal sex cycle.

Yes. And then attempt
to interrupt the pollination
again before the competition.

(WHISPERING)
Good morning,
Higgins, Mr. Obata.

Magnum, you're up early.
Didn't you sleep well?

| slept great.
Any reason | shouldn't have?

No. No, of course not.

What's
the condition of the cereus?
Not serious, | hope.

(LAUGHING)

I'm glad you can
find humor in the
situation, Mr. Magnum.

Yeah, I'm glad | can, too.

Magnum, what do you want?

| would like to
borrow some adhesive tape.

Did you hurt yourself?
No, it's for a friend.

I'll just get some
out of the medicine cabinet,
if that's okay. Thanks.

HIGGINS: Magnum, wait.
Something's troubling you.

Why aren't you asleep?
It's the crack of dawn.

| have duties
to perform here, remember?

Not more lawn work,
| trust?

No, Mr. Obata. Security.

| check the grounds,
keep an eye out

for any old dangerous
weapons that might be
left lying around.

Things like that.

Old dangerous weapons?

It's okay, Higgins.
| took care of the problem.

You and Higgins have
been playing stupid games

while I've been out
doing your work.

No, Higgins is playing games.
I'm just trying
to resolve things.

| mean,
| did make a concrete effort
to end this feud.

RICK: Hey, it's not funny,
Thomas. If you really wanted
to stop this fight,

you would have never
plugged up his cannon.

He beheaded my chicken.
After you
beheaded his flowers.

After he had me arrested.

After you stole the Ferrari.
| didn't steal it.

Which means that
the whole fight
started over nothing.

So drop it.
And do me a favor,

do your own
investigation from now on.
| got better things to do.

Well, will you
just tell me what you
found out about Bill Nahli?

Oh, yeah. As soon as you
tell me what all this
junk is for.

Well, it's just...
It's kind of insurance,
you know,

that | hope |
don't have to use.

Now, what did Ice Pick
have to say?

The casino locations
are the best kept
secret in town.

Nahli and his boss
cater to the tourist crowd.

This way, they don't
have to mess around with
the cops or the syndicate.

Nahli has a boss?

And that is
the other best kept secret.

Ice Pick's been trying
to get a lead on the big guy
for months,

but so far... Nothing.

Well, maybe you can
find a lead at one
of those addresses.

And that is the last favor
I'm gonna do for you, Thomas,
and you remember that.

You better straighten
this thing out with Higgins.

| will. All he has to do
is come and talk to me.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

T.C.: Got your prints.

Yeah, thanks, T.C.

Well, don't get
too excited.

| mean, | only stayed up
till midnight trying to
get those developed.

Hey, these are all
residential addresses.

Of course. Nahli's not gonna
have his casinos in Waikiki.

Maybe you can sneak a look
at the first few houses and
call me if you find anything.

Yeah. Like my camera.

And speaking of my property,

| think maybe I'd better
pick up my disk
before it gets lost.

Right.

It must be in this
big pile of junk.

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

MAGNUM: Higgins!
Higgins, open the door!

But Mr. Magnum,
you can't come in.

We're pollinating.

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

| want to see Higgins now!

Magnum, go away!

No, don't let
in the daylight!

The blooms are closing!
Shut the door, shut the door.

Where's my stuff, Higgins?

| have no idea
what you mean by your stuff.

But our competition begins
in exactly three hours,

and if these
Cereus Mandevillus blooms
are not open,

you are to be held
directly responsible.

You cleaned out my closet.

Yes. You said you wished
to make a contribution

to the Home for Incorrigible
Boys Equipment Drive.

A contribution, yes.
But not my entire closet.

| didn't know that.

You had most of
the closet's contents

lying out in the room
when the collectors arrived.

You gave away everything.

My gorilla mask,
my Tiger uniform,
my Al Kaline bat.

| had no idea
these tokens meant
so much to you.

If | had, believe me,
| would not have
given them away.

OBATA:
The blooms are opening again!

Oh, Jonathan, we're saved!

(PHONE RINGING)

HIGGINS: Yes, yes, I'm coming.

Robin Masters’ Estate.

Hello? Is anyone there?
Hello.

(MAGNUM WHISTLING
COLONEL BOGEY MARCH)

(HUMMING COLONEL BOGEY MARCH)

(DIAL TONE)

MRS. HUNTER: I'm very,
very Sorry,
but all the donations

have already been
distributed to the boys.

Look, could you
just try and find a few
of the things for me?

(PHONE BEEPING)

Just a second,
Mrs. Hunter. Hello?

RICK: Thomas, | checked out
a couple of those addresses.

You were right.
Vegas in the basements.

That's great, Rick, but...

Listen to this, Nahlf was
at one of the casinos.

| got a shot of him
before his goons spotted me.

Rick, can | call you back?
Thanks.

Mrs. Hunter?
MRS. HUNTER: Yes, Mr. Magnum.
I'm still here.

Good. There's
a Detroit Tiger

baseball uniform
in the stuff
that Higgins sent you.

It really means a lot to me.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Don't go away,
Mrs. Hunter. Hello?

T.C.: Thomas, did Rick
call you? He found Nahii.
We can get my camera.

Meet us at...
Yeah, T.C.,
I'll call you back.

Mrs. Hunter?

Mr. Magnum, it's obvious
that we're both very busy.

No, no, no.

There's just
a few more things.

There's a baseball bat
and a gorilla mask...
A gorilla mask?

(CHUCKLES) | know, | know.

It's kind of silly
to miss a gorilla mask,
but...

(PHONE BEEPS)

Damn!
Mrs. Hunter...

(DIAL TONE)

Mrs. Hunter?

Whoever it is,
I'll have to call you back.

NAHLI: No, Magnum,
we talk now.

It's Bill Nahi.
We need to have a meeting.

2:00 in the old
abandoned Marina Medical
Building. And come alone.

MAGNUM: If there's
a fifth thing that Higgins
and | have in common,

it's a pragmatic
sentimentality.

We only hold on to things
that have some practical
use in the present.

Old bats that
still had a few long
balls left in them,

old cannons that
could still fire.

But I'd begun to wonder
if we were as practical
about old attitudes.

Maybe Higgins and !
had unconsciously

decided to freshen
up some old fights
by going outside the rules.

And | suddenly realized
that maybe Bill Nahli

wasn't staying within
the announced rules either.

Nahli?

Higgins!

What are you up to?

(CHUCKLING)

I'm up to between
the second and third
floors, | believe.

And trapped here indefinitely,
thanks to you.

HIGGINS: Don't be absurd.
How should | know
why we're in here.

Because you set it up.
You must have found out
| was meeting Nahi.

What name did you say?

Nahli, Higgins. Bill Nahi.

The guy I've been tailing.
Don't tell me you've
never heard of him.

Well, I...

| know him by reputation.
He's a respected businessman.

He's a crook.
And he wanted
to strike a deal

to give me his big
casino boss's name.
Did you set that up too?

Of course not.

Then why are you here?

You stole the Ferrari again.
| followed you to collect it.

If you followed me,
how'd you get here first?

No, Higgins, you were
cooking something up to get
back at me for the bridge.

Ah, yes, get back at you.

Tit for tat,
cut and thrust,
an eye for an eye,

a Roland for an Oliver.

A Roland for an Oliver?

Childish
retaliations to the end.
Well, I've cooked up nothing.

So claim your victory
and your delirious
rampage of devastation.

My rampage?
Who devastated my chicken?

Who deliriously
gave away all my stuff?

How dare you
claim equitable vindication?

You destroyed my
milestone experiment,

my most prized
possessions and my history.

| merely dispensed
with a few baubles.

Baubles?
Yes, Magnum, baubles. Toys.

A gorilla mask,
old baseball cards,
a piece of wood

given you in your youth
by that Kanine chap.

Kaline! Al Kaline.

My role model,
and one of the greats
of the game.

Game! Precisely.

It's unnatural for an adult
to attach such importance
to games and toys.

Oh, and toy bridges
are okay, and toy cannons,

and sexually maladjusted
flowers that you
have to speak kindly to.

Those are
acceptable mature baubles
for the mature, mature adult!

Come on, Higgins,
enough is enough.

Now, someone is
going to help, right?
Or turn the power back on?

Double pressure
from the same side
should prove more practical.

Come on, Higgins, answer me.
What are you up to?

What's your next
part of the plan?

I'm only going
to try to create a
leverage while you push.

(EXCLAIMING)
Higgins, if you...

If you are telling the truth,

we may end up having to
fight our way out of here.

| don't want to do it
with a bent barrel.

Only with a bent psyche.

What does that mean?

Simply that there
are so-called professions

that only 40-year-old
adolescents,

desperate to prove their
virility would practice.

Well, whatever I'm
trying to prove, at least
I'm doing it in the present.

It beats living
off the laurels of an
alleged past.

Alleged past?

Are you suggesting
that | lie about it?

lam suggesting
that some people

just don't have much
of a past, so they
make one up.

Maybe even one so
detailed they can
even believe it.

As soon as we get
out of here, | shall
call Mr. Masters.

At his discretion,
one of us will agree to leave
Robin's Nest permanently.

Well, we know there
won't be much question
about his discretion.

But I'll agree anyway.

RICK: I'm telling you,
they let the whole
thing get out of hand.

Look at this mess.

Thomas is
definitely out of hand.

We solve his case for him
and he doesn't even bother
to show up to thank us.

Which means he could be
in some kind of trouble.

Yeah, he sure is in trouble.
Twelve hundred
and sixty bucks’ worth.

Would you just forget
about that stuff until we
find Thomas and Higgins?

No. No!

Why is it our
job to find them?

Why is it our
job to do his job?

Why am | out
a camera and a disk

that | never even got
a chance to use...

Hey, wait a minute.
Look at this.

Something serious at 4:00.

Higgins doesn't
misspell words.

Night-blooming cereus,
It's a flower.

Yeah,
the flower that got beheaded.

There's no telling
what Higgins did
after Thomas blew his bridge.

3:30. Let's go.

MAGNUM: What are you doing?
It slipped.

There's a chance
that | can induce
more slippage.

No, the brakes are
probably worn, so
they slipped a little bit.

But there's a safety.
You can't jar it loose.

And even if you could,
do you wanna free-fall
two and a half floors?

Rather than stay
here indefinitely,
yes. I'll take the risk.

No, Higgins, no.
Come on, stop, please.
Just a minute.

Now, no more games.

You didn't arrange
this to mess up my
meeting with Nahli?

| mean, you weren't
maybe pretending to be him?

On my honor,
as an Englishman,
before the Crown,

| am not responsible.

(LAUGHING)

Even as we may
shortly fall to our deaths,

you cannot forego
the opportunity
to laugh at me.

Oh, come on.
If | was doing the jumping,
you'd think | looked funny.

But I'd have
the decency not to laugh.

This has nothing
to do with decency.
You can't laugh.

You know,
in all the time
I've Known you,

| have never actually
seen you have a
great big belly laugh.

People of proper breeding
do not belly-laugh.

Fine. Don't offend your
breeding by jumping.

Safety must be
locked down tight.

It's somewhere
on top of the car.

How is it that you're
so knowledgeable of lifts?

Elevators. And don't tell me
| actually know

more about something
than you do.

Your indictment presumes
that | possess very little

first-hand knowledge
on any subject,

that | am a charlatan
who has fabricated his past.

Not your entire past.
Nobody's that creative.

You probably didn't
make up any of it.

I've seen you in action.
That speaks for itself.

Your accusation cannot
be retracted so easily.

Well, the same goes
for you calling me
a 40-year-old adolescent.

No, your accusation
is totally false.

However, aside from your
reasons for pursuing
investigative work,

| consider you to
be quite competent.

Thanks.
Not extraordinary,
mind you, but competent.

That's complimentary,
when you consider
that | have known

the best Intelligence minds
in the world.

Yes. So it says
in your memoirs.

Tell me something, Higgins,
is there anybody

you haven't known,
or anything
you haven't done?

You're calling
me a liar again.

I'm calling you
an exaggerator.

Your memoirs read
like a bad novel.

Not that it's bad writing.
No, it's kind of exciting,

very imaginative,
very professional.

Not like that cheap pulp
that Robin writes.

How dare you!

| was just quoting you.

You're the one
who's always referring
to Robin's writing as cheap.

| never said cheap.
It's just not
serious writing.

That's the only
real difference between
the memoirs and the novels.

The memoirs? The novels?

| was using the article "the"
to compare the works,
rather than the writers.

Sure.

Just how much writing
have you done, Higgins?

ED: And so she Says,
"Ed, when are we gonna
get married? | feel dirty."

Ed, over a beer
tonight, okay?

We're late coming
back from lunch.

Check this place
one more time, okay?

One more time.

Yes, naturally,
I've studied
the fundamentals of writing.

Professional writing?

Hey, Dave,
the power's still on in here.

All right, that's it, Higgins.

No more games. I've had it!

Why didn't you do
that before now?

Because | didn't
want to waste a bullet.

If it is Nahli
playing the games,
we may need it.

HIGGINS: Magnum, are you
certain it was a Mr. Bill
Nahli you were to meet here?

A rat!

| didn't ask for
your opinion of his
character.

Just tell me if
you're sure that's
whom you were to meet. Nahli?

N-A-H-L-1?

Yes. And | just saw
an R-A-T that could
eat Rhode Island.

(EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST)

10-4.

The power's off again.

Some clown called
Island Power this morning

and told them
to cut it back on.

It's a big commitment,
this marriage stuff, Dave.

If | marry Donna,
what about Sally?

What about this job?
Get busy.

All right, all right.

(GRUNTS)

Forget it. | can't get out.
That escape's not legal size.

You still
haven't explained your
knowledge of lifts.

And you still
haven't explain...

(RATTLING)

Explained why you're here.

| still say
you know more
than you're telling.

What happened,
Higgins? Did Nahli
double-cross you, too?

| came to find my
stolen Ferrari.

Oh, that's it!

(LAUGHS)

That sells it.

Sells what?

You said
your Ferrari. Again.

You have done that
one too many times,
Higgins.

| meant Mr. Masters’ Ferrari.

No, you didn't.
You do lie about yourself.

It all adds up.
The writing, the little
"my" slips of the tongue.

What one earth
are you talking about?

The big lie, Higgins.
Admit it. You're Robin.

You are Robin Masters.

I'm laughing at
the sheer absurdity of
the accusation.

No, no, no. You're laughing
because you're trapped.

(LAUGHING)

You have never
laughed like this.

Now, admit it,
you spent all these years

pretending to be
Robin's employee,

because you didn't want
anyone to know that you
write cheap pulp novels.

And who, may | ask,
is the man we know
and address as Robin Masters?

| don't Know.
Some little guy
with a voice like

Orson Welles and
a body like Truman Capote

that you hired
to pose as Robin.

That was very
interesting casting.

You weren't satisfied
with a nom de plume.

You developed
this whole persona

to create the kind
of playboy you envisioned
writing cheap pulp

so you could devote
yourself to serious writing.

Oh, please, | can't stand it.

You can't stand the truth.
Oh, come on, please.

| remember all
the little slip-ups,

like the time
Robin called you "sir."

And why is it
that you know exactly

when he's going to call,
and exactly what he's
going to say?

| mean, why does
Jonathan Quayle Higgins

get these very legal
looking letters from
Robin's publishing company?

Well...

Occasionally Mr. Masters
asks me to look over minor
documents for him.

Minor documents?
Checks, contracts,
approvals for galley sheets?

You steamed open my mail.
Ah-ha!

(LAUGHING) Your mail!

(SIREN BLARING)

Demolition sirens?

They're gonna
blow this place up.

If you didn't set this up
with Bill Nahli,

you still got to have
some idea
what it's all about.

Yes.

Cereus Mandevillus.

MAN ON LOUDSPEAKER:
Your attention, please.
This area is unsafe.

You must clear
the area and move
behind the barricades.

| repeat,
clear the area and move
behind the barricades.

MAGNUM: We're here
because of your flowers?

Perhaps.

Because of the day-blooming
experiment. Mr. Obata...

(SIREN STOPS BLARING)

All right,
I've reconsidered
your free-fall theory.

Help me.

We're safe for the moment.
City codes require
that the alarms

sound first 20 minutes
before the blast.

They'll sound
again in five minutes.

Thanks.
That's very reassuring.
Now, will you please jump?

And tell me why you think
Mr. Obata's mixed up in this.

| believe he's arranged
for me to perish

rather than
share the credit on our
Cereus Mandevillus project.

He sent you here?

No. But | find it
disconcerting that
he's Bill Nahli's uncle.

His uncle?

Higgins, people don't
take flowers that seriously.

Your friend,
Mr. Obata, is probably
the big casino boss,

and he's been using
that cereus project

as an excuse
to hang around
and keep tabs on me.

And he must've finally
found out that | was

onto his number two man,
his nephew.

Well, I...

| was very angry with you
when you took
the car yesterday,

and | might have
mentioned to Agatha
and...

And to Mr. Obata...

That you were going
to have me arrested

at some office
while | was investigating
a gambling case.

If | leaked
vital information, it was
an innocent error.

Like your coming
down here was innocent?

What, did Mr. Obata con you
with some great idea
for getting back at me?

My reason for
being here is of little
importance at the moment,

and may have
no consequence at all
in 15 minutes.

AGATHA:
It's 12 minutes to four.

They might not
withstand the shock.

RICK: Agatha,
we've got to talk to you.

We can talk,
but | can't open the door.

The Cereus Mandevillus
must remain in total darkness

until just before the opening.

Is Higgins in there with you?

AGATHA: No, I'm alone.
Mr. Obata is holding
a press conference,

and Jonathan has
gone to assist Mr. Magnum.

Assist? We thought
Thomas was here.

Yeah, to try and
mess up those flowers
before Higgins can show them.

Oh, dear.

The call was a trick?

(GROANS)

What call?

The call that
Jonathan received
from a man who told him

that Mr. Magnum was
in serious difficulty
and needed help.

Did Higgins say
where he was going?

Yes, the Marine.
No... The Marina.

The Marina.
The Yacht Club Marina.
That's it!

They're gonna
take the King Kam Two
out to sea,

and they're gonna
settle this fight
once and for all.

Wait a minute, Rick.

AGATHA: Oh, no,
you can't bloom now!

(SIREN BLARING)

MAN: Your attention, please.

You have five minutes
to clear the area.

| repeat,
you have five minutes
to detonation.

It was a long shot,
but it finally came to me.

My uncle told me
on these elevators

where the escape hatch
was so small,

that the brakes were
probably in the floor.

Your uncle?

Yeah, Uncle Otis.
He used to take me
on repair jobs

with him when | was a kid.

Your uncle was
a lift repairman
and his name was Otis?

An elevator repairman,
and yes, his name was Otis,

and if you put that
in one of your books,
no one would believe it,

would they, Robin?

(LAUGHING)

For God's sake,
you're not going
to start that again?

We may have less
than five minutes to live.

So, we may not
have another chance
to discuss it.

Confess. Wait.

It's here.

This is the final
warning to clear the area.

We are at one
minute and counting.

| repeat,
we have one minute
to detonation.

Safety's frozen.

(GRUNTING)

It won't budge.

Come on, turn loose.

Got it!

(SQUEAKING)

You okay?

Yes.

Magnum, where did
you park the Ferrari?

Will you forget
about the car and
worry about us?

All clear. We have a go.

Ten, nine,

eight, seven, Six,

five, four, three, two, one.

We had to check out
the Yacht Club Marina!

| should never
have listened to you

and that stupid
duel at sea theory!

We would have
made it if we'd have
come here first, but no...

Come on, will you?
Just come on!
It's not my fault.

| mean,
we couldn't have known...

MAGNUM: You
couldn't have known.

We couldn't have
know that they...

You couldn't have
known we were trapped
inside if you'd gotten here.

Well, Mr. Masters’ Ferrari
appears to be all right.

AGATHA: The Cereus Mandevillus
bloomed briefly
in the broom closet

and then succumbed,
without the judges
ever seeing them.

To think that Mr. Obata
might have murdered you
for nothing.

Flower lovers can
be pretty serious people.

(MAGNUM CHUCKLING)

But of course Mr. Obata
had far more important things
on his mind than flowers.

He made a full
confession about the
casino operation.

Mr. Obata
arranged for my death

out of a desperate need
for singular notoriety.

But | could hardly
expect that you and
| would agree on the matter.

Yes, well, | must be going.

Bye, Agatha.
Bye.

Okay, Higgins,

I'm here to get
something off my chest.

| did have an uncle
who repaired elevators,
but his name wasn't Otis.

It was Tom.

They're the wrong size.

Fortunately, so was your
Detroit Tiger costume.

It was too large
for any of the boys.

Mrs. Hunter says that
most of your other donations
were rejected as well.

The complaints ranged from
antiquated to juvenile.

Rick and T.C. say you
only came to that building

because you thought
| was in trouble.
Is that true?

| was obviously
duped into going
by a bogus phone call.

You won't admit
that you came there to
help me out, will you?

Just like you
won't admit
that you're Robin.

No, | won't listen
to that ridiculous
theory again.

Sure, Robin.

And for your information,
Mr. Masters does ask me

to inspect all of
his important papers.

Of course. Why not?
Robin should check
out Robin's papers.

Anyway,
| am going surf skiing
for a while.

Kids stuff, | know,
but | do enjoy it.

Have fun
rebuilding your toy bridge.

The cement is out
of your toy cannon

when you want to play with it.

Magnum,

|, too, have a
confession to make.

| did indeed want
the last trick,
the last one-up.

But, so goes the game.

You're a good loser, Robin.

(MAGNUM WHISTLING)

MAGNUM: Higgins!