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I'm sure you'd rather wait
for your investigator
to get here.

She's here.

| could hardly ignore
a telegram
from a dear old friend

saying that someone
was trying to kill her.

(HORN HONKING)

If Jessica needs help,
then you're hired,

for muscle, mop-up...

Muscle?
Magnum...

I'm sorry,
but I'm not available.

Even for twice
your normal rate?

Look out! Get down!

Good luck
with your investigation.

Thanks. Good luck
with your next novel.

Thank you.

Echoes of Ecstasy.
Mr. Masters had hoped
to complete it

in time to be here
for your arrival.

But he feels confident
that he'll finish
the final pages today

and leave Greece
this evening.

Echoes of Ecstasy?

What's wrong with it?

Oh, nothing, as a title
for a soap opera.

But it hardly heralds
quality prose.

Serpent's Whisper.
That was his best title.

Thank you.
| suggested that.

You know, Robin was
gonna call that one
Valley of the Vipers.

Pamela, | thought
we'd have tea at the estate

before | deliver your friends
to their hotel.

PAMELA: Oh, good.

Joan, please,
will you cancel
that reservation?

| didn't talk you
into making this trip

just so you'd hole up
at some hotel.

Darling, please,
don't start in again.

Just meeting Robin Masters
will be quite enough.

Amy and |
wouldn't want to impose.

Oh, don't be silly.

Robin would want my friends
to stay there with me.

Right, Jonathan?

No.

He can't possibly pass here.

(HORN HONKING)

MAGNUM: | just can't jump
into something that risky.

Risky?

Thomas, my friend Ron
works for the hotel chain.

He guarantees me
that they're gonna make a bid

on the whole
Makali Pua Valley
within a month.

People go to Maui
for the beaches.

Why would anybody
build a hotel
that far inland?

Who cares? The point is,
it's gonna triple in value

once they make the bid
overnight.

Yeah, but when it doesn't,
I'm stuck with the payments

on a $10,000 loan.
I'm sorry.

Come on, Thomas.
Look, T.C. and |
are committed to this deal.

We can't swing it
by ourselves.
You gotta help us.

Oh, Rick...

Okay, maybe I'll go along,
but only ‘cause you two guys
are my friends

and you need a third partner.

| guess | can talk
to the bank next week.

Today.

We're leaving for Maui
in the morning.

Tomorrow? | can't qualify
for a loan that fast.

| hadn't thought of that.

| guess you can't qualify
at all.

Yes, | can. I'm just...

(CAR APPROACHING)

MAGNUM: Hi, Higgins.

May | present
Miss Pamela Bates,

Mrs. Joan Fulton
and her secretary,
Miss Amy Salyer.

Jonathan, for God's sake,
this is no time
for introductions.

Joan, as soon as
I've made my call,

you phone the hotel
and cancel.

You and Amy
are staying right here
until this matter is settled.

Pamela, I've had closer calls
in cabs on 7th Avenue.

Wait a minute.
What matter?

Yeah, what happened
to the car?

En route from the airport,
we were involved
in an incident

with suspicious overtones.

This is no time
to be euphemistic.

Somebody just tried
to kill us.

It could have been
deliberate
on the driver's part.

And then again,
it could have been
an act of carelessness.

Maybe the driver
planned on being careless.

| don't think that truck
had a license plate.

It was a truck? What kind?

You got things to do,
remember?
Don't get involved.

At least not until
we've been introduced.

Oh, Thomas Magnum.
This is Rick Wright.

If you ladies
will make yourselves
comfortable,

I'll arrange for your rooms.

Mrs. Fulton,
it would be safer here.

| guess we'll find out.

I'll show you around.

Okay, Higgins. Let's have it.

Thank you.

That's not what | meant.

Look, | know
you don't want to show concern
in front of the ladies

before you get me
to take the case.

Yes, if you could
take another one,
that would be most helpful.

Oh, will you cut it out?
Why are you being evasive?

What really happened
out on that road?

It's a routine police matter,
and | can't understand
why you or Pamela feel

that a private investigator
is needed.

Oh, Miss Bates
wants to hire me.

It will only distress you
to continue this conversation.

Distress me? Why?

Very well, if you insist,

no one wants to hire you
for the case, Magnum.

Not Pamela
and certainly not I.

Excuse me.

MAGNUM: My Aunt Mildred
should have been
in the diplomatic corps.

She was a master
of reverse psychology.

Whatever she wanted you fo do,
she'd forbid you to do it.

I'd learned that Higgins
was no slouch
at the art, either.

Telling me
that | wasn't wanted

was supposed to make me
come begging.

And swallowing my pride
might be preferable to eating
a big real estate loss,

but it was a lot easier
to lose to Aunt Mildred
than to Higgins.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Forget it, Higgins.
It's too late.

| leave for Maui
in 15 minutes.

| only need five.

| thought
you'd still be in bed.

Mrs. Fulton,
I'm very busy.

Please call me Joan.

Know any good beaches?

We got a great one
right here.

I'd prefer one
with more men than Dobermans.

Well, I'm sure
Higgins can arrange for you
to use the one at the Club.

Or maybe you could?

I'm sorry,
but I'm not available.

Even for twice
your normal rate?

Higgins told me you were
a private investigator.

| thought
you weren't concerned
about what happened yesterday.

| wasn't, but Pamela
can be very convincing.

Yeah, I've noticed.

| love to watch men pack.

Look, all you have to do
is keep an eye on me

until Pamela's investigator
gets here and cleans up
this mess.

Until her what gets here?

Oh, damn.

Higgins hasn't told you?

| wanted to spare you
further pain.

Pain? Higgins,
| never wanted the case.

I'm not sure
there even is a case.

Besides, this trip
is very important to me.

So does this big
mainland investigator
have a name?

Pamela Bates prefers
that | not divulge
the name,

and | must honor her request.

Miss Bates
is a very old friend
of Mr. Masters,

the editor of some of
his earliest Successes.

Does that mean
you don't like her
hiring this guy?

You're just obliging her?

Not at all. |...

(HELICOPTER APPROACHING)

T.C. is landing here again
without my permission.

Don't change the subject,
Higgins.

Since when
am | incapable of handling
a simple auto accident?

Magnum,
| regret to inform you
it may not be that simple.

No, Higgins!
They could be after you.

There were four people
in your car yesterday,
remember?

You're grasping at straws.
I'm not going to ask you
to investigate.

| don't want you to.

Then lift off immediately.

Did you qualify?
No.

He means,
did | qualify for my loan?

No, but | will.
| only got the application
late yesterday.

Application?

We just called our banks
and got ours approved
by phone.

Well, I'm not as liquid
as you are.

Jonathan,
just what the hell
is going on?

Pamela Bates,
Theodore Calvin.

Pleased to meet you,
Miss Bates.
Don't bet on it.

Jonathan,
just what kind of security
do you call this?

The killer could have been
in that chopper.

Miss Bates,
T.C. does not hire out
to killers.

He and Rick are here
to pick me up
for a business trip,

which | am taking,

if you're sure
you still have someone else
for the case.

Well, of course
| have someone else.

| mean, look,

I'm sure you do very well
as an estate security guard,

but, well, | need
professional, competent help.

(CAR ENGINE REVVING)

RICK: Where's Amy going?

Shopping.
She asked for the Ferrari

as Joan is not yet back
with the Audi.

You mean you just
handed them both the car keys
and said go?

They're not prisoners here,
Pamela.

God give me strength!

Hear, hear.

Let's go to Maui.

Higgins, if this investigator
didn't work out,

you wouldn't be too proud
to call me, would you?

For the last time,
Pamela doesn't want your help.

Now lift off!

Maui, Thomas.

Just follow her
a little further.

Hey, Thomas,
didn't you get the hint?

Higgins said
to stay out of it.

Come on, Rick,
you saw Amy yesterday.

She was too scared
to stay at a hotel.

Now, all of a sudden,
she wants to go shopping?

It's her business.
And speaking of business,

what about the cash
for your part
of the closing?

Oh, | can't get the cash
until | show the bank a deed
for collateral.

She's going shopping
in an office?

T.C., can you get closer?

Listen, Thomas,
if you really think
you can qualify,

well, maybe | can advance you
your part of the down.

Down. T.C., please,
can you set down?

T.C.: I'd rather
set her down on Maui.

MAGNUM: | know
what you're thinking.

Okay, so maybe
| was still hoping

that the big
mainland investigator
was a myth,

that maybe Higgins had pulled
the ultimate Aunt Mildred

to get me on the case.

Or maybe I was
beginning to believe
that there really was a case.

Or maybe | just wanted
an excuse not to go to Maui.

Miss Salyer?

PAMELA: /f he can afford
to buy land on Maui,

why does Robin let him
loaf around here rent-free?

Pamela, I'm afraid
you have some misconceptions
about Magnum.

He's neither a loafer
nor a sponge, exactly,

and he isn't without merit
as an investigator.

Fine. Good.
I'm just glad his merits
are on Maui.

Higgins.

Magnum,
how did you get here?

| took the bus. Did Amy
and Miss Bates’ investigator
come back here?

My what?

The guy you hired
to handle this case.
Was he tailing Amy?

(PHONE RINGS)

Robin's Nest.
Mr. Magnum, | don't know
what you're talking about.

My help
hasn't even arrived yet.

| saw somebody
take off after her.

HIGGINS: Yes, yes,
she's a guest here.
Did you get a license number?

No, the car was too far away.

(LAUGHS) Brother.

And you wonder
why | don't want you
on this case.

Miss Bates, could we forget
about your opinion of me
for the time being?

| think Amy could be
in real trouble.

What a brilliant deduction.
That was the police.

The Ferrari
has been found abandoned,
and there's no sign of Amy.

PAMELA: And you saw her?

You could have saved her
and you just stood there?

Magnum, how could you?

PUNA: Look, I'm not
supposed to tell you
anything, Magnum,

except, "Go to Maui."

Does that mean something
to you?

It means Pamela Bates
is giving the orders,
as usual.

Yeah, well,
she's the girl's next of kin.

Next of kin?

Sergeant, who's handling
the Amy Salyer case?

Me.

Oh, Pamela asked you
to handle it
personally, huh?

She doesn't
want you involved,
and neither do I.

Well, I'm involved,
whether anybody likes it
or not, Browning.

I've been out all night
looking for Amy.

Captain Browning.

Listen,
you have your car back,

and I'm sure
you can get another girl.
Just let us find this one.

And what about the guy
who was following her?

Who told you about him?

I'm the one who saw him.

| guess the next of kin
didn't bother
to tell you that.

She just said that the bum
that ID'ed the car

was too inept
to get a license number.

Captain?

Captain Browning here.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, | understand.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Your door was open.

| just wanted to call home,
see if maybe
Amy had contacted them.

Look, Captain, it's 6:00 a.m.
You wanna get some coffee?

Get out, Magnum.

If Amy Salyer
turns into a homicide,

you can come back here
and buy Tanaka
a whole breakfast,

but me,
you don't manipulate.

Thanks for letting me
use the phone.

You didn't use it.

Not to call the estate,
anyway.

If you had, you'd have known
that was Pamela Bates

on the phone just now.

Now her sister's missing.

Her sister?

PAMELA: Joan wouldn't
stay out all night
without phoning.

| guess you know your sister
better than anybody.

Cute.

Amy's not my niece, either.

Well, | just wanted
to avoid all those
unimportant explanations.

No, Miss Bates,
| think you just wanted
to control the situation.

Either that or you don't want
the police to know much
about your friends.

Mr. Magnum,
I've asked you to get lost
as nicely as | know how.

And | believe you.
And | believe | know why
you don't want me around.

And if you tell me the truth,
maybe I'll stay quiet.

Now, what the hell
does that mean?

It means that if Joan Fulton
had a book to promote,

this'd be a great way
to do it.

What a preposterous theory.

Mrs. Fulton
is not even a writer!

Then why does she have
a secretary with her?

Her husband dropped dead
three months ago

and left a business
for her to run.

Well, maybe Amy's the one
with the book to promote.

Look, nobody's
promoting anything.

And | refuse to stand here
defending my concerns,

not when there's real help
on the way.

Why are you doing this?

Why are you? | wanna know
this real help's name.

Pamela's investigator
is one of the finest
in the field,

a renowned name
in the intelligence
community.

Well, if he's so renowned,
why can't you tell me
who he is?

| have a right to know
who's replacing me.

You're not being replaced.
You were never hired.

Maybe because
there never was a Case.

If it eases your pain
to believe that,
then by all means do so.

(EXCLAIMS ANGRILY)

And by all means go to Maui.

"Amy Salyer?
She said to look her up
when | got to the Islands.

"Receptionist:
What was your name, sir?

"Response: Well, | kind of
wanted to surprise Amy.

"Can you tell me
how to reach her?

"Receptionist:
Please have a seat."

Then she called you,
Mr. Houston.

Transcription
from the reception area
voice recorder.

Miss Salyer's told you
that she worked here,
Mr. Magnum?

Yeah, but | didn't expect
to rate the president
of the company's help.

She's one of your top people?

Cut it out and tell me
why you're here.

Press?
Undercover police?

Well, I'm just here
to see an old friend.

Tell me, does everything
everybody says here
get written down or recorded?

In Amy Salyer's case, yes.

My attorneys want a record.

| intend to go after
the first paper
that prints a headline like,

"Pacisle Mystery Woman
Still Missing.”

Well, maybe
you should just explain
what she was doing here.

She's never been here.

But one idiot claims
he saw her run
from this building,

and everybody
takes him seriously.

She was here.

You're the idiot?

Can | talk
to your security guard?

| saw Amy speak to him.

The police
already questioned him,

and he says that no one
fitting Miss Salyer's
description

came into Pacisle yesterday.

(PHONE BUZZES)

And I'm busy.
Goodbye, Mr. Magnum.

Yes?
Wait a minute!

Did you ask your doctor
to call you here?

Doc Ibold?

Bold. B-O-L-D. May I?

MAGNUM: Hi, Doc.

IBOLD: Her dyphylline
prescription was phoned into
Pill Box Drugs.

She wants it delivered
to the Seaview Motel,

room number 7.

You should've tried
the bathroom window.
It was open.

What are you doing
in my room?

It's not yours.
Now, who are you,

and what do you want
with Amy Salyer?

What are you doing
in my room?

Look out!

Thanks.

Your delivery
from Pill Box Drugstore.

Very good.

AMY: I'll bet
you're the only private eye
in town

who knows
that asthmatics can't be
without their medicine.

MAGNUM: It's
"private investigator,"

and my doctor asked
his asthma specialist friends
to call him

if you made contact.

One of his golfing foursome
phoned in your prescription

to Pill Box Drugs.

Why'd | have to panic
and leave my dyphylline
in the car?

Yes, Amy, why?

Now, come on,
you must have some idea
who this guy is.

| told you | don't.

Well, why'd you
run away from him?

Well, because | dumped
my boyfriend.

| had this friend in New York.

| just left
without even leaving a note
or anything.

And | think this man
may be a detective
he's hired to bring me back.

That's it?

For that,
you went into hiding,

let everybody worry?

Yeah.

No.

Look, | just didn't plan
any of this.

You didn't plan to go
in the Pacisle offices?

No. | was lost.

| just stopped
to ask for directions.

Amy, you knew exactly
where you were going.

You were nowhere near
the shopping district.

Amy! Oh!
Where did you find her?

Find her?

Oh, | just happened
to run into Amy, Miss Bates.

| mean, | wouldn't want you
to think | was on the case.

Mr. Magnum...

Incidentally,

| may have also run into
the guy who tried to run you
off the road.

| got the license number
this time,

but I'm sure you'd rather wait
for your investigator
to get here.

She's here.

She?

She.

MAGNUM: J.B. Fletcher.

| know J.B. Fletcher.

Well, | mean,
| know of J.B. Fletcher,

but | thought
he was an author.

No, | mean,
if you're the J.B. Fletcher
| know of,

| just didn't know
you were a woman.

That is,
that he was a she,

and that she was also
an investigator.

An investigator?

Mr. Magnum, I'm afraid
you have me confused
with someone else.

No, no,
he has his terms confused.

| said help was coming.

Will everyone
please excuse me?

It was very nice meeting you,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, yes, of course.
I'm sure that you've
been through quite an ordeal.

And I'm sure we haven't heard
all the details of it,

right, Amy?

Mr. Magnum,
| have to speak
to Jessica alone.

| know
that you will find out

if Amy's little secrets
have any real bearing
on the case, Mrs. Fletcher.

Look,
she just arrived.

We've hardly
had time to talk.

Just a moment,
Pamela.

Mr. Magnum, | could
hardly ignore a telegram
from a dear old friend

saying that someone
was trying to kill her,

but | am certainly not here
to "work on a case."

Oh, my God.

J.B. Fletcher.

Jessica, Jonathan Higgins.

Oh, Mr. Higgins.

Forgive me.
I'm somewhat overwhelmed.

Please forgive my appearance.

Oh, yes, of course.

Cymbidiums always need care,
no matter what the crisis.

Extraordinary.
How did you know?

Well, it's obvious
that you have been working

with a compound of hapu'u
and volcanic ash,

which, incidentally,
is an excellent bed
for cymbidiums.

| should have known
that you'd be a lover
of flowers.

| think you should have
known a lot more
than that, Higgins.

Miss Bates never mentioned
Mrs. Fletcher's name to you?

No, | didn't.

Well, then, this must be
kind of a shock for him,

to finally learn
the identity of the big
mainland investigator.

Pamela, what have you
been saying about me?

Nothing, Mrs. Fletcher.
Maybe you shouldn't be
in here.

You're dropping dirt
on the rug. Excuse me.

Mr. Higgins,
is there somewhere
a bit more private

where Pamela and |
could go and talk?

We have a little catching up
to do.

Yes.

But, Jessica, | swear
| never called you
an investigator.

Well, perhaps not,
but apparently you inferred
that I...

Inferred.
That's a good word.
Now, that's all | did.

| suppose Jonathan
told the bum P.I.
all those lies

just to keep him
off the case.

Keep him off?

Oh, Jessica, please,
| need a friend helping me.

Pamela, | am here
as your friend,
and that is all | am.

But you need
professional help,

and if this Mr. Magnum
isaP.l...

He's a bum.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
Yes?

I've arranged
for a light lunch.

Maine lobster salad
in honor of your arrival.

Oh, how very kind of you,
Mr. Higgins.

Will you ask Mr. Magnum
to join us?

Heliconia seemed appropriate.

In the Fijis,
it's the flower presented
to important visitors.

Oh. Well, it's certainly
a lovely centerpiece,

but are you certain
that we couldn't squeeze up,

make a little bit more room
at the table?

No, that would require
a complete resetting.
Magnum understands.

I'm fine, Mrs. Fletcher.
Really.

You wanted to talk to me?

Yes, about Pamela's problem.

Could you conduct
an investigation?

With all due respect,
Mrs. Fletcher,

| think that's what
you're supposed to do.

Yes, but wouldn't that be
a little ridiculous?

| mean,
with a private investigator
available,

why would you need me?

| mean,
don't you agree, Pamela?

Well... What is this lead
you claim you have?

Lead?

You said earlier
you thought you knew
who ran us off the road.

Did | say that?

| think that Mr. Magnum
has a reason for not wanting
to reveal his clues.

Yes, Mrs. Fletcher, | do.

| quite understand.
| mean, after all,
it's your responsibility,

professionally.

And I'm just so glad
that you're going to
take the case.

I'm not on the case.

Amy, what a lovely diamond.
May | see it?

Oh, sure.

| just wish it was real.

I'm not on the case.

Are we still
arguing that point?

Where in hell
have you been?

On the beach,
more or less.

Well, in your "less" periods,
couldn't you have called?

I've got the police
looking for you.

Pamela, I'm f... 39.

I'm an adult.
| don't need a babysitter.

Oh, this is Jason.

Jason Bryan.
Joan and | met on the beach.

I'm sorry
to interrupt your lunch.

Joan said it was urgent
that she stop by here.

What was so urgent,
if you didn't know anybody
was looking for you?

| have been in these clothes
since yesterday.

| doubt it.

Pamela, please.

May | present
Mrs. Jessica Fletcher.

How do you do?

Well, I'm impressed.

| came here to meet
a famous writer,

and I'm finally
getting to meet one.

Well, we're all so pleased
that you're safe, Mrs. Fulton.

You seem to have been
spending a great deal of time
on the beach.

Couldn't drag her away
yesterday.

I'll arrange for more salads.

JASON: Well, | feel like
this is an imposition,

and I'd like to reciprocate
by inviting you all

over to my place
at 5:00 today.

I'm having
a little cocktail party.

Mr. Bryan, we appreciate
your invitation,

but Mr. Masters
is expected here this evening.

Yes, and you ladies
probably shouldn't go out

until Mr. Magnum
has solved the case.

I'm not on the case.

Oh, yes, you are.

If Jessica needs help,
then you're hired,

for muscle, mop-up,
whatever.

Muscle? Mop-up?

Magnum...

No, Higgins, that's it.

| have had it!
No more abuse!

Now, | have tried
to put up with it

because | thought
there might be
a real problem here.

But if there is,
nobody wants to talk
about it.

Amy won't talk,
Joan has absolutely nothing
to say,

and you, Miss Bates,
have never even offered
a reason

why somebody would
wanna kill you.

And I'm the only one
who's been shot at!

Magnum,
sit down and be calm.

Higgins, stop treating me
like a child!

I'm an adult!
No more abuse!

Look out! Get down!

(SCREAMS)

Is everybody all right?

Excuse me, please.

(CAR TIRES SCREECHING)

HIGGINS:
It was foolish of me
to give her the code.

| should have realized
she might be
irresponsible enough

to leave
the gates open.

| wanna know why
someone just happened to be
waiting there

to follow them in.

Perhaps
they were tailed here.

Or Amy and | were.

You know,
Mayfield could have had
the place staked out.

Mayfield?

The guy
who was after Amy.

He was driving a rental
that was booked out
to a Paul Mayfield.

God, it's busy.
And | can't get ahold of Rick
to find out

if he checked the address
or talked to Ice Pick.

Why would he talk
to Mr. Ice Pick?

Higgins, Mayfield
or whoever took the shot

knew exactly
what he was doing.

In and out quick, no traces.

A professional assassin?

Magnum,
your performance at lunch

leads me to feel
that | and not you
should pursue this matter.

What hotel were Amy and Joan
staying at originally?

The Royal Hawaiian.
Did you hear what | said?

Please remain off the case.

Fine, I'll take it. But maybe
you shouldn't discuss this
with Mrs. Fletcher.

It's getting too messy
for amateurs.

RICK: Are you kidding?
We're talking minimal risk.
Beautiful flowers.

Why, that's what
Makali Pua means, Thomas,
beautiful flowers.

And the flowers here
are great!

Why, Thomas,
in the long run,
we can't lose.

Long run? You said
the land would triple in value
in a month.

It will if the hotel chain
makes a bid.

lf?

Look, Thomas,
other happy investors
have to get on the phone now.

| gotta get off.

Look, T.C. and | put up
your down payment.

Rick, what about Mayfield?

Yeah, he got a place here.
Swanky joint, too.

Now, Thomas,
did you get the loan?

Did you talk to Ice Pick?

No! Come on.

Thomas, you cannot do this
to Rick and me.

| mean,
we signed the contract
before we saw the land.

What's wrong with it?
T.C., you level with me.

Tell me about this property.

What's to tell?

Like Rick said,
beautiful flowers.

Oh, yeah?
Well, I'll let you know
if | qualify.

When?

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
When Rick talks to Ice Pick.

Thomas, wait a minute.
You can't... Thomas?

Come on in, Joan.

Oh. Oh, my goodness.
Well, with everything
going on,

isn't this
a rather strange time
to take a shower?

Well, not when
you smell like wine.

Oh.
Did you want something,
Mrs. Fletcher?

Well, | thought | might have
some things that could
help you with this case.

What case?

Oh, please, Mr. Magnum,

things are beginning
to get serious.

That bullet could have
killed one of us.

So you have some little things
that might help
find the gunman?

Well, not exactly,
just things that don't quite
make sense.

| mean, for instance,

Joan said that
she spent all of yesterday
on the beach.

Well, why wasn't her skin
more flushed?

Sunscreen.

Oh, nothing could block
the sun out for that number
of hours, Mr. Magnum.

And what about Amy
lying about her ring?

| mean,
she said it was a fake,

but | noticed that it was
an exceptionally fine stone.

Why does Amy lie
about anything?

Yes, and what is
her marital status?

| noticed, for instance,
that the tan line
on her ring finger

was wider
than the diamond band.

Now, what does that
indicate to you?

That her diamond
casts a shadow.

Look, Mrs. Fletcher,
all we know for sure

is there's
a potential murderer
running around.

Now, | think it would be best
if you let me,

a competent professional,
look for him or her.

Good luck
with your investigation.

Thanks. Good luck
with your next novel.

Thank you.

MAGNUM: Everybody,
deep down inside,

thinks he or she
is a private investigator.

Jessica Fletcher
was no exception.

Despite her denials,
| was sure
that she fancied herself

as the consummate
crime solver.

| had to admit
that she had good instincts,

but diamonds and tan lines,

while interesting
observations,

were not germane
to the case.

| mean,
it's okay for a novelist

to use non-germane clues
in the literary process,

but the criminologist
has to have clues

with a relativity
to the relative.

Well, you know what | mean.

RICK ON ANSWERING MACHINE:
Thomas? | talked to Ice Pick.

So call me
when you get your loan.

The deal's getting better
all the time.

We get the flowers
for nothing.

This establishes
the trajectory.

The bullet passed
right over this table.

Yes, where | had stood
only seconds before the shot.

Are you suggesting
that someone was trying
to kill you?

| have a colorful past,
Jessica,

with enemies
who might well deploy
a professional assassin

to take their vengeance on me.

Sorry, Higgins.
Your theory's only half right.
Where's Joan?

What?

Oh, she and Amy
went to Mr. Bryan's party.

We tried to dissuade them,
but...

Well, you should have
tried harder.

A guy matching
Mayfield's description

was at the Royal Hawaiian
yesterday looking for Joan.

Oh, I'm sorry,
but you can't presume
that she was a target

just because someone
was looking for her.

Mrs. Fletcher,
guys like Mayfield

only look people up
for one reason.

| think he's
a professional hit man.

He must have a contract
to kill Joan.

(GROOVY SONG PLAYING)

JASON: Mr. Higgins,
ladies, I'm glad
you could make it.

Come in, come in.

Mr. Masters
not flying in tonight?

HIGGINS: No.

He deems it necessary
to remain in Greece.

Mr. Bryan, where is Joan?

Hmm?

Oh, well,
she's around someplace.

Now, the bar
is over that way.
Just enjoy yourselves.

(DRYLY) Party, party.

| cannot believe
we are doing this.

Pamela, please,
| could hardly leave

two women alone
on the estate
after today's attempt.

I'll be back shortly.

Pamela,
let's try and find Joan.

Yes.

Jessica, this is ludicrous.

What if the killer is here?

| might just as well
walk up and ask him
to murder me.

Pamela, what is it
that you haven't told me?

What?

Well, you seem convinced
that somebody wants
to kill you,

you personally,

and yet you haven't
given any reason
for thinking that.

Please, Pamela,
you have to tell me

why you're so frightened.

HIGGINS: Magnum, perhaps
| was rash in agreeing
to this plan.

You have no real proof
about Mr. Mayfield.

Come on, Higgins,
| explained.

Ice Pick says Mayfield
is a well-known hit man

with a very clean image.

Just the type
Arthur Houston would hire
to do his dirty work.

And you believe
he's trying to murder Joan

simply because she wants
to own her company?

Well, it makes sense.
Pacisle's registered five bids
since her husband died.

| checked with the SEC.

And Mr. Houston, unable
to persuade Joan to sell,

has decided to eliminate her
and simply negotiate
with her estate?

Right. When he found out
he couldn't scare her...

With the car incident,
yes.

And you theorize
that Amy Salyer
was at Pacisle yesterday

to deliver
Joan's final refusal,

and so he decided to take
more drastic action.

It's not a theory.
Joan would already
be dead if...

If Mayfield had known
her whereabouts.

And you speculate
that he was following Amy
in order to find his target.

Speculate? He followed Amy
and me to the estate.

He saw Joan go in,
he took a shot.

There's no speculation
about it.

| suppose the theory
is plausible.

Good.
I'm glad you understand.

Now, will you go back in,
stay with Joan

until | can catch Mayfield
making his move?

We haven't found Joan
as of yet.

We?

| had no choice
but to bring Jessica
and Pamela with me

in order to go along
with your plan.

| now realize
that that was folly.

Their lives will be
in danger again

when the assassin
makes another attempt on me.

On you?

(STAMMERING)
You said you understood.

You agreed that Mayfield
was after Joan.

| did not agree,

and | understood your theory
the first time around.

| said it was plausible.

But as usual,
you're basing it on a hunch

rather than
on deductive reasoning.

Higgins...
| shall give Mr. Mayfield
30 minutes to arrive

and make an attempt
on someone

before taking
the ladies home.

PAMELA: That's the last place
I'd wanna go right now.

You have to go back
to New York and deal with it.
Tomorrow.

No.

Do you realize
we're talking about millions?

Pamela, do you have proof
that he's been embezzling
the royalties?

Well, | took some
very incriminating papers

| found in his sock drawer.

Please don't ask me
why | was looking
in his sock drawer.

Look, all | ask
is that you go back
and talk to the police.

Talk?

You think they'd take my word
over a powerful publisher?

Yes. You have proof.

No, I'd never get there.

Pamela,
you asked for my help,

and that's what
you're gonna get.

Now, you and |
are going to take
the first flight to New York

tomorrow morning.

(CHATTERING)

Paul.

Jason.

Good to see you.
Arthur.

Paul.
Come on,
I'll get you a drink.

So tell me, Paul,
how's Molly these days?

MAYFIELD: Fine.

Jonathan.

Mrs. Fletcher,
| was getting concerned.

Have you seen Pamela?

Yes, and I'm afraid
we're going to have to leave.

Leave?

Why, how long
have you been here?

Glad you changed
your mind about coming.
Anyone else with you?

Everyone.
Joan, where have you been?

I've searched the house,
the grounds...

I've been around.

Will everyone stop acting
like | need a keeper?

| think you better
stay with her, Jonathan,

just in case
Mr. Magnum is right.

Pamela and | can take a taxi
back to the estate.
We have packing to do.

Packing?
| don't understand.

I'll explain later.

JESSICA: Pamela! Pamela,
I've called a taxi.

Pamela?

She isn't here,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, yes, so | see.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to keep an eye
on Mayfield
without him seeing me.

Did Higgins
find Joan yet?

Yes. If you don't mind
my making a suggestion,

| have a hunch
that it's Amy who may be
in some kind of trouble

and not Joan.

Uh...

| don't play hunches.
| stick to logic
and deductive reasoning.

Oh, and it's logical
to think that this man
is after Joan,

when you found him
following Amy?

Yes, because he was
following Amy to get to Joan.

Relativity, Mrs. Fletcher.

That's the kind of knowledge
that makes me
a private investigator

and you a novelist,
and a very good one.

Thank you.

I'm sure that normally
you're very good
at what you do.

Well, I'm afraid
| have to say goodbye
and find Pamela.

Goodbye?

Yes, we're leaving
for New York in the morning.

Well,

good luck
on your next novel.

Oh, and good luck
on your next investigation.

Yeah.

Wait!

Mrs. Fletcher,
we may have a problem.

Could you please
call the police,
tell them to hurry,

and then get Joan
out of sight?

Oh, yes, of course.
Thank you.

(INAUDIBLE)

All right, Mayfield,
come on out. Come on.

Hey, what...

(EXCLAIMS)

Jessica, please,
stay behind me.

(BELL DINGS)

HIGGINS: | took
Jessica and Pamela
to the airport.

Jessica sent you this.

For their congratulations
and apologies.

How thoughtful.

Houston confessed?

Late last evening.

(GRUNTS)

| must appear quite
the fool to Jessica.

I'm sure she's just relieved
that your theory was wrong,
Higgins.

Maybe more relieved
than you realized.

She did say some
wonderful things about you.

There's also an article
on page 4-A that should
be of interest to you

The Maui land deal
was a hoax.

Somebody spread a rumor
the hotel was buying acreage

in order to ramp the price
of some worthless land there.

| know. But it's
not worthless.

We figured to get
our money out eventually.

We? You're still buying,
but you're not
legally committed.

| know.
But Rick and T.C. are.

And | made a commitment
to them.

Commitment is a very
important thing, Higgins.

To a promise,
or to a feeling,

or another person.

Sometimes you just have to
get in for the long haul
and see how it goes.

Don't you agree?

Quite.

Actually we figure
we can form a co-op
with some of the other...

with some of
the other investors
and promote the valley.

I'm told the State
of Maine is beautiful
in summer.

Perhaps I'll take
my vacation there.

The guys feel our acre just
needs some improvements.

Excellent food.
Quaint little inns.

Maybe we can plant
some more flowers,

turn it into
a tourist attraction.

Magnificent cymbidiums
in Maine.

In the proper season,
of course.