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(THUNDERCLAP)

(CUP SHATTERING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(DOOR SLAMMING SHUT)

How's this, boss?

Great.

You don't think it should
go below the plaque?

Oh, here, precious.

You got it crooked.

Gee, boss. This is the big
break we've been waiting for.

With all this press
and Maxfield behind you,

why, you're going to have
more clients than you
know what to do with.

| would have loved to have
seen the look on
Inspector Wolf's face

when they handed him
the paper this morning.

| bet he choked
on his coffee.

We'll probably need
a bigger office in
a nicer neighborhood.

It's not the first time
I've snatched a case right
out from underneath his nose.

(PHONE RINGING)

I'll get it.
Probably won't be
the last, either.

Still, it's Wolf's town.
He's not going to let you
make a fool of him

without trying to find
a way to get back.

Thomas Magnum,
Private Investigator.

Yes.

Yes. Who?

Just a minute, please.

It's Alicia Maxfield.
She says she
has to talk to you.

Yeah? What could this be?

Hello? This
is Magnum.

(ALICIA CHATTERING)
Uh-huh.

No kidding.
Who else knows?

That's good. No,
you're doing fine so far.
I'll be right there.

William Tyler Maxfield's
been murdered.

No!

The cops aren't
in on it yet.

Listen, you'd better stick
by the phone. | may need you.

Thomas.

Be careful.

MAGNUM:
William Tyler Maxfield.

There wasn't a newsboy
or office girl in America
who didn't know that name

and the papers he put out
under the Maxfield banner.

The Daily Sentinel
in New York.
The Evening Star in LA.

The Gazette
in San Francisco.

And probably a dozen more
between St. Louis and Denver.

He'd made a lot of enemies
in his climb to the top.

Finding someone with
a motive for murder
would be easy.

Narrowing it down
to one suspect was
something else again.

Mr. Magnum,
please come in.

I'm afraid there's
been a rather
unfortunate accident.

Yeah, | know.
Mrs. Maxfield
called me.

Looks like the police
beat me here after all.

WOLF: Well, well, well.
Look what the cat dragged in.

Inspector.

Yeah, | should have
known you'd show up.

You're just naturally
attracted to trouble like
rotting meat attracts flies.

That's very descriptive.

Too bad you're not
as good an investigator
as you are a talker.

But then | guess having
unsolved murder cases lying
around doesn't bother you.

Why, | ought to take you
to the back room of the
station just for the exercise.

Easy, Inspector.

You can't go around
arresting innocent people
in this country

just because you don't
like the way they look.
Not just yet, anyway.

Who said anything
about arresting you?

ALICIA: If you two are
going to fight,

| wish you'd wait
until you've left the house.

It seems so sordid,
given the circumstances.

Sorry, Mrs. Maxfield.
| let my personal feelings

get the better of
my professional conduct.

Careful, Wolf, you
don't have much to spare.

What's the matter,
afraid you won't
be able to grab

any of the headlines on
this one, sport?

I'm not looking for headlines.
I'm looking for the man
who killed Maxfield.

Maxfield wasn't murdered.
He killed himself.

Jumped off his balcony
into the ocean.

Accident, suicide,
body washed up
onshore this morning.

Is that so?

Well, then, | guess I'll
just pay the family my
condolences and be on my way.

Well, I'll be watching you,
Magnum. I'll be waiting for
you to screw up.

When you do,
and you will,
I'll be there.

Let's go, boys.

I'm sorry.
Christine called him.

That girl's done
the opposite of everything

I've asked her to do
since the day | married
her father.

| was trying to keep
everything quiet until
we had a chance to...

Thank you for coming.

According to Wolf, there's no
point in my staying.

Did William Tyler Maxfield
seem like the kind of man
who would kill himself to you?

| can't say as he did.

I'll show you
the room where
he was last seen alive.

You're not going to tell
me what to do.

I'm free of him at last.

And nobody else is going
to run my life for
me ever again.

Don't be a fool, Christine.

Sorry to interrupt
this charming conversation.

What are you doing here?
Mrs. Maxfield
called me.

She seems to think there's
more to her husband's
death than suicide.

(LAUGHING)

Stop it. Stop it.

(GROWLING)

Well, he's mistaken.

The police have
already been here.
They filed a report.

You wanna tell me
how you see it?

Go ahead, Sam.
You always seem to
have all the answers.

| don't see how
it's any of your business.

Oh, you know that,
and | know that,

but | don't think
the newspapers are gonna
see it that way.

You being Maxfield's
attorney and all.

Wonder if they might
think you've got
something to hide,

closing the casket
on Maxfield so quickly,
no questions asked.

Now look here,
you two-bit gumshoe,

if you're looking
for a buyout,
you've come to the wrong guy.

I'm not looking to shake
anybody down.

I'm telling you something
about this business stinks.

As far as | can tell,
this country was built
on justice for all,

and no matter what
kind of man he was,

| intend to see that
Maxfield gets his fair
share of that.

Maxfield loved to print
that kind of
fair-play line.

He found it amusing.

He found you amusing,
| don't.

We won't be needing
your services around
here anymore, Mr. Magnum.

I'll make a
deal with you.

You tell me where
you were last night,
and | won't call the press.

| brought Father his tea
around 7:00.

| always bring him tea
before he goes to bed.

We talked briefly,
not about much.

| think we almost
communicated better
with our silences.

You know the special
bond a father
and daughter have.

| can't say that | do.

Maybe someday you will.

Anyway, we talked about
the dog show coming up
next month in Austria.

He was always so proud
of the trophies
we brought home.

He said he wanted
to read the paper
and then go to bed,

so | kissed him good night
and that's the last
time | saw him until...

| came up
about 9:00.

I'd drawn his bath.

But he had drifted
off to sleep in his chair.

| guess the scintillating
conversation had worn him out.

Whatever the case,
| didn't want to disturb him.

Then you were the last
person in this room?

No. | came up about midnight.
| couldn't sleep.

| thought, perhaps, | could
interest W.T. in a nightcap.

He was gone
and | noticed the doors
to the balcony were open.

| closed them.

CALDWELL: The dogs
discovered his body on
the beach this morning.

He didn't need his bath.

He knew he was going
to wash up onshore
in the morning.

For God's sake,
Christine, get
ahold of yourself.

The Reverend Bentley,
to pay his respects.

| hope I'm not intruding.

Myron.

Oh, Myron,
it was so awful.

| came just as soon
as | heard.

If there's anything
that | can do...

Can you think of any reason
why Maxfield would want
to kill himself?

Any recent
business reverses?

No.

An illness that was going
to rob him of his health?

| thought he was going
to outlive us all.

He had recently complained
of a touch of indigestion.

That's hardly the kind
of illness that would make
a man contemplate suicide.

Was there anybody else
in this house last night?

No.

Well, that leaves us with
only one way to
look at this thing.

Someone
in this room murdered
William Tyler Maxfield.

Murder? | don't understand.
| thought that...

Don't be ridiculous.
I've listened to all
I'm going to.

Christine, go pack your
bags. We're leaving
tonight for Boston.

I'm not going back.

You have no choice
in the matter.

You can't let him
talk to me like this.
Tell him.

Tell him what?

No more questions,
Mr. Magnum.
ALICIA: Tell him what?

That Myron and | were
secretly married last week.

You married Christine?

So that's it, is it?

No, it's not.
Now look here...

No, you look here,
you sniveling
little opportunist.

When you saw Christine,
you saw dollars.

Well, she's my ward now
and I'm going to do exactly

what her father
was going to do.

I'm going to annul
the marriage.

MYRON: You can't talk
to me like that.

Even in this
decadent part of the world

there are laws protecting
underage females.

Don't think | won't see
you rot in jail

before | let you
get your grimy hands
on her money.

Her money. You act
like it's your money.

Get out.

Well, are you just
going to stand there and
let him talk to you like this?

Get out!

You haven't heard
the last from me.

Oh, | think we have.

How could you do this to me?

(GROWLING)

Go to your quarters
and pack your things.

You seem to have everything
under control, Caldwell.

Alicia, if you'll excuse us
for a moment,
| need to talk to Mr. Magnum.

What about me?
What about you?

| don't want to go to Boston.

It's immaterial to me
what you do,
one way or the other.

Aren't you being a little
hasty about leaving?
If William was murdered...

It was
an accident, Alicia.

The sooner you come
to terms with that,
the better.

| suggest you start
making some plans

for after the reading
of the will.

Stop by my room
before you leave.

| need to speak to you.

So what have we got here?

A daughter who wants
to get married

and a controlling,
domineering father
who won't allow it.

I'm not interested
in discussing Christine.

So the daughter plots
to get rid of
the one impediment

to her imagined
wedded bliss,
her father.

| believe in
a day's wage
for a day's work.

You've put in several hours,
however fruitless your
investigation has been.

Oh, | wouldn't say
it's been fruitless.

Will this cover
your expenses?

There's $1,000 here.

That's not enough?

You know it is.
Good.

Then that should conclude
our business dealings
with each other.

It's enough to make
me forget about Christine

and consider what
your motives for murder are.

The butler will show you out.
I've got some packing to do.

(CRACKING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Thomas Magnum,
Private Investigator.

Hello, precious.

Oh, Thomas. | was
starting to get worried
about you.

| heard a report
on the radio.

They're calling Maxfield's
death a suicide.

Oh, don't believe everything
you hear, precious.

| need you to find
something out for me.

Go down to Maxfield's
office at the Gazette,
ask around,

see what you can
get on Sam Caldwell.

| got a hunch
he's got money problems

that disappeared
with Maxfield
out of the picture.

Sam Caldwell?

Yeah, that's the one.

Oh, and see what you
can dig up on
a Bible-thumper named Bentley.

I'll get on it right away.

That's my girl.

Mr. Caldwell said you
needed some assistance.

No, I'm fine.

I'll find my
way out. Thanks.

Mr. Magnum,
sometimes it's best not to
look into things too closely.

It spoils
the illusion of perfection.

I'll keep that in mind.

Oh, Thomas. I'm so frightened.

Everything's
happening so fast.

| was afraid you
wouldn't come. That I'd
never see you again.

Careful, angel.
The walls have ears.

Oh, what am | going to do?

You're going to go to Boston
with Caldwell and play the
part of the bereaved widow.

How can |?
After what's happened
between us?

The very wealthy,
bereaved widow.

You'll think badly of
me when I'm gone.

I'll try not to think
of you at all.

I'm not a bad
person, Thomas.
Of course you're not.

| loved William.
So you said.

| did. Even though he
abandoned me romantically,

| devoted my life to him.

Not like that spoiled
little brat he doted on.

Ah, Christine. | thought
that name would come up.

You don't know how
she broke his heart.

She couldn't stand the thought
that maybe her father
had found happiness with me.

| Know we're much too close
in age for her to ever think
of me as a mother, but...

| had hoped,
for his sake,
that we could be friends.

That's very good. How long
have you been practicing
this pretty little soeech?

Thomas...

Did you get a chance
to try it out on
Maxfield before he died?

Oh, don't be cruel to me.
Not now.

Oh.

I'm sorry, angel.
You just took
me by surprise.

So let me get
this straight.

You think Maxfield died
of a broken heart

brought on by the
thoughtless actions
of his pampered daughter.

No. | think she's
the one who murdered him.

Christine? She couldn't find
her way to the powder
room without help.

Don't you see?
It's all so clear.

William was going to have
her marriage annulled.

She's willful,

used to getting
what she wants.

And what about you, Alicia?
What do you want?

| want William's murderer
put behind bars, that's all.

You are good.

You won't let Caldwell
scare you off the case?

Oh, | couldn't do that.
| have my reputation
to think about.

Thomas.

When William first
hired you, | thought

perhaps you and |
would have a brief interlude.

And when it was over,
I'd be left with William
and my memories.

But now I'm not sure
what's going to happen to me.

You'll land on
your feet, Alicia.
Your type always does.

MAGNUM: | knew Maxfield had
been murdered all right.

There was no doubt
in my mind about that.

The only problem was
finding the killer

before Caldwell disappeared
with all the evidence.

| decided I'd better get help.

(KNOCKING)

Go away.

Hard at work, | see.

Oh, it's you, Magnum.
Come in, come in, come in.

| thought you closed shop
at 5:00 sharp every day.

No, they got me here
late working on
the Maxfield case.

You know how the Chief is.

What does he care that
| promised my
girlfriend, Sheila,

that | would take her
to the double feature
at the Bijou tonight?

Suspicion and
Death Takes a Holiday.

| happened to drive
by there on my
way over here.

Something tells me that
you didn't come all this
way to discuss the movies.

What do you make
of Maxfield?
You think he jumped?

It's hard to say.
He got beat up pretty bad
when he fell on the rocks.

It could've been suicide.

But not for sure.

Nothing is for sure
until | see it with
these two eyes.

You have a theory?

A little one.

Not enough to make
a case out of it yet.

Suppose Maxfield took
a beating before
he went in the drink?

It's possible.

He sustained
injuries around
his head and shoulders.

Have to be a pretty
big man to overpower
him though.

Not if he was sedated.

How long before
you'll know the contents
of Maxfield's last supper?

Tomorrow morning
if | go to this
double feature tonight.

Funny, | just happen
to have a couple of extra
tickets to tomorrow's matinee.

In that case, one hour.

You know where to call me.

He jumped right on it.

Well, | was about ready
to give up and go home.

| had a couple
of stops to make.

How'd you make out?

Not so good, I'm afraid.

All the girls are
talking, all right,

but not about
the right people.

Caldwell's clean.
Well, at least it
looks that way.

But then he's too smart
to leave the obvious
clues around.

| was afraid of that.

Hello! What's this?

I'm not quite sure.
It was delivered
this afternoon.

| did get something
on the girl, though.

Alicia?

Christine.

Seems like she had a terrible
row with her father in his
office downtown last week,

and ran out in tears

and one of the
secretaries swears

she heard Christine threaten
to kill her father if she
didn't get what she wanted.

Why, Tiffy,
you're a detective.

Does that help you out?

You don't know how much.
| think we just
hit the jackpot.

Somebody sent us
the goods on Myron Bentley,
Christine's playmate.

Appears he's had
quite some past.

He's left six wives
with less money
than when he married 'em.

Here's an arrest record.
Boston, Atlanta, Denver.

No wonder he's bringing
salvation to the West Coast.

Arrests for what?

Petty larceny,
breach of promise,
bad checks...

(DOOR CLOSING)

(WHISPERING) What do | do?

Show him in, Tiffy,
dear. Show him in.

Only, file this where he
won't think of looking
for it, will you?

Mr. Magnum.

Come in,
Reverend Bentley. Sit down.
What can | do for you?

| think it's more
a matter of
what | can do for you.

Is that so? I'm all ears.

| have certain information
that | would be willing
to trade or exchange for,

shall | say,
a document.

A document?
Yes.

A collection of papers
that Mr. Maxfield assured me

would be in my
possession by
early this evening.

And of course,
given today's
turn of events...

Yes. Yes, | see your
problem. But what did
you come to me for?

You don't have them?

Why should
| have them?

But | was led to
believe that...

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

Yes, Tiffy?

No, that's fine.
You can go home.

Oh, and lock up behind you,
will you, precious?

I'm going to have to ask you
to put your hands behind
your head, Mr. Magnum.

Why, you...

Please. Do as | Say.

Stand up.

Step out into
the middle of the room.

I'm going to have to
search your office,
Mr. Magnum.

Look what you did to my tunic!

| get nervous when
people start pointing
guns at me.

I'm not leaving here until
| get what | came for.
Those papers belong to me.

The hell they do.
Maxfield collected a file
on you. A good one.

Good enough to convince you
to stay away from his daughter

once he'd had
the marriage annulled.
And for good measure,

he threw in a check
for $5,000.

You looked in my wallet?

You were ready to
take a powder,
but once Maxfield died,

you decided to
go back for the goods.
How am | doing so far?

He had no right
to keep those papers.

Who told you | had 'em?

No one.

All right, have it your way.

What are you going to do?

I'm calling the police.
I'm telling them
you went back to see Maxfield.

You fought with him
over the papers,

and in the struggle you
pushed him over the balcony.

That's not how it
happened at all.
| did go back there.

He promised me
$5,000
and the papers.

He lied. But |
didn't kill him.
Someone else did.

He came in while | was
there and hit him over
the head with a trophy.

Who?

| don't know.
You got to believe me.

All right. Get out of here.

Stay away from
the Maxfield girl,

unless you want the police
looking into your business.

Can | have my gun?

Put your hands
behind your head.

Step out into
the middle of the room.

(MAGNUM CHUCKLING)

| intend to search
your Office.

Okay, | won't stop you.

(GUNSHOTS)

Alicia.

Oh, Mr. Magnum.

| thought you were...

You thought | was who?

| thought you were
Mr. Caldwell, actually.

We've been waiting
dinner on him.

Where's Mrs. Maxfield?

She's in the study.

It's too late,
Alicia, you've lost.
Don't be so sure.

The will says
the entire estate
goes to me.

Not until you're 25.
Or married.

The money's mine.
Not yet, it isn't.

Thomas.

Sam can annul
the marriage all he wants.

I'll just marry
Myron again, and
again, and again.

I'm afraid you won't
be able to do that.

What, are you
going to stop me?
| won't have to.

Bentley's dead.

No.

What? How?

If | hadn't been there myself,
I'd almost believe you had
nothing to do with it.

You.

What are you
talking about?
You killed him.

| didn't.
Why would |?

From what | just heard,
to keep Christine from
getting her inheritance.

Sit down.

Mind your manners.

All right, Alicia.
Start talking.

You got me into this
mess and now I've got
a dead man in my office

and a cop who'd like nothing
better than to put me
into San Quentin for it.

Why'd you kill him?
Thomas, | swear to you...

| saw your car drive away.

But I've been here all night.
Then who was
driving your car?

CALDWELL: | was.

| had to go to
the newspaper office

to get Maxfield's will
out of his safe.

Oh, Sam. Myron is dead.

Then the world is
a slightly better place.

The will?

There are no changes.

| suppose you have
witnesses to
testify you were

at the newspaper at the time
Bentley was shot to death.

At least a dozen.

I'll give you
exactly three minutes
to get out of here

before | have you
arrested for trespassing.

You've overplayed
your hand, this time,
Caldwell.

I'm not playing, Mr. Magnum.

You think you can plot
and scheme and
control people's lives.

Well, I'm not going
to let you get away with it.

Two minutes and
40 seconds.
I'll be back!

Mr. Magnum...

Could you meet me
in my quarters?

I'm staying
in the guest house.

Christine. Don't you
want to hear the
reading of the will?

Please.

MAGNUM: | knew I had to
search Christine's room fast

before she tumbled
to my little game.

(DOGS GROWLING)

Easy, boys. Easy.

Okay, now.

Let's not do
anything foolish.

CHRISTINE: Oh, my God!

Isis, Osiris. Heel.

You must think I'm very bold
asking you to meet me here.

What difference does
it make what | think?

| think it makes
all the difference
in the world.

Will you have a drink?

| don't trust a man
who won't have a drink.

| feel like

every bleak moment
of my existence
on this earth so far

has led inexorably
into the horrifying events
of the past 24 hours.

Have you ever known
what it's like to be a virtual
prisoner of your own life?

I'm afraid | never
get that philosophical.

Well, perhaps if you'd
been raised by a father

whose sole aim
was to control
and dominate you.

I've been bullied,
threatened and abused
since the day | was born.

You know, | thought
for a fleeting moment
when Father died,

that perhaps | was about
to be granted my freedom.

But | was only
to change jailers.

Caldwell.

He handles my estate
until I'm 25.
Or married.

He controls
all the money. Everything.

So I'm no better off
than some prisoner
on death row.

Well, I'd say

you got a nicer
cell than most.

Mr. Magnum, do you think
that you could ever find
somebody like me attractive?

In the right circumstance.

| need somebody strong.
| need somebody to
take care of me.

| mean, | thought Myron
was that man. But he's
no match for Sam.

Oh, I'm not sure who is.

You are. You can
stand up to him.
| saw that tonight.

Have you ever considered
what it would be like to be
a very wealthy man?

| could make all
your dreams come true.

I'll bet you're good at that.

Let's do it tonight.

Slow down.

No, no, no. See,
| know somebody who can
handle all of the paperwork.

Paperwork?

Yes, and by morning
we'll be man and wife.

And then Sam will be
out in the cold.

You'd like to see
Sam get what's coming
to him, wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you?

Sure. Sure. I'd like
to see him get that.

Well, then
tell me you'll help me.

I'll help you, angel.

What are you doing
here, princess?

Wolf called me at home,
looking for you.

| didn't know
where you were.
What happened?

How'd Wolf get here so fast?

An anonymous phone tip.

Someone heard the
shots you fired and
called the station.

The shots that I...

Oh, | see.

You're gonna pin
this one on me.

Yeah, you telling me
you didn't do it?

No. No, there's no use
in me pulling the wool
over your eyes, Inspector.

| confess.

| lured Bentley up here,
| tricked him into
pulling a gun on me

and then when he had
his back to this window,

| ran downstairs,
shot him twice
in the back

and then | tipped you off
just in case you thought
it was another suicide.

What are you
boys looking for?

All right,
all right, all right.

Why did Bentley
come to see you?

He wanted some advice
on his Sunday sermon.

Laugh your way all the way
to the gas chamber,
wise guy.

The coroner called.
He wanted to make sure
you got this message.

Thanks, precious.

Bring me that file
on Bentley, will you?

So what's it gonna be?

You gonna take me downtown
and give me the third degree?

Or did you bring
the rubber hoses with you?

If you didn't kill
Bentley, who did?

The same person who killed
William Tyler Maxfield.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

That's fine.
I'll leave right now.

And just where do you
think you're going?

| asked Maxfield's
killer to meet me
in 20 minutes.

We can take your car.

CHRISTINE:
| got everyone here,
just as you asked.

Inspector,

remove this man
from the premises.

Oh, I'm not
staying, Caldwell.

I'm leaving.

Just as soon as | explain
to Inspector Wolf which
one of you killed Maxfield.

Inspector!

Go on.

Well, from the first it was
obvious it was Caldwell.

This is insufferable.

Please, Mr. Caldwell.

You seemed like
the most likely suspect.

Cold, calculating.
Smart enough to
cover your own tracks.

And the only one strong
enough to throw
Maxfield off that balcony.

That's true.

| figured you doped him
up a little,
put something into his tea.

As the mickey took hold,
he accidentally knocked
his tea cup to the floor.

You waited till
he was out cold,

then you dragged him
over to the balcony,

threw his body into
the ocean and closed
the balcony doors.

You cleaned up
behind yourself,
all right.

But you missed
this little
piece of china.

| didn't kill Maxfield.

| know.
| realized that later.

You didn't drug him.
You didn't have to.

Maxfield was already dead
before you even got
into the room.

But that doesn't solve
the problem of
the broken china cup.

And then, there's
this odd object.

Looks like it broke
off a trophy, doesn't it?

One of mine.

Maybe you can tell me
what it was doing on
the floor near the balcony.

Well, | don't know.

The coroner said that
Maxfield was beaten on
the head and shoulders

numerous times with
a heavy object before
he took his midnight swim.

No...

There's no way to prove that.

Abrasions and contusions
could have been caused
by the wave action.

They could've,
but they weren't.

Your late husband
saw him get hit.

MAGNUM: He was going to
confront Maxfield

and force him to give him
the blackmail folder.

But before he could
do that, somebody else
came into the room.

Somebody who beat Maxfield
over the head with a heavy
trophy half a dozen times.

I'm already onto
that trail, Magnum.

Get your things,
I'm taking you in.

But | didn't do it.

| never said you did, angel.

Alicia did that.

Don't be ridiculous.

Why would | want to
kill my own husband?

| guess you're the only
one who can answer that.

You know yourself
that | have no
claim to the will.

If | murdered William,
I'd lose everything.

Oh, not if you could
make it look like
Christine did it.

That's insane.

That's also a bit
of a long shot.

But not beyond you,
my darling.

Arrest her.

You're getting ahead
of me, angel. Alicia
didn't kill your father.

But you just said...

| said she hit him
over the head
with a heavy trophy.

But Maxfield was already
dead when she did.

And how do you figure that?

| kept coming back to
the china cup and what
it was doing on the floor.

So | had my friend at
the Coroner's office check

very carefully the contents
of Maxfield's stomach.

He was poisoned.

With this.

Designed to look like
he had a heart attack.

She planted it in my room.

Oh!

| never said | found
it in your room, angel.

Looking for this?

You know, the one thing
| couldn't figure was motive.

What's in it, angel?

Benzedrine?

All right, I'm only
going to go through
this once, so listen good.

Christine got into
a little trouble
with Bennies.

And when Daddy wouldn't
come through with the money
to keep her in supply,

she had to look to other
ways to get her fix.

Eventually all the
avenues dried up.

She had to get her
hands on her own money.

There were only two ways,
murder and marriage.

Marriage didn't work
out so good,

so she started slowly
poisoning her father

hoping it would look
like a natural death.

And it did.

It looked so good

that Alicia thought it
was a heart attack.

She knew that would
leave her penniless.
And she couldn't have that.

So she hit Maxfield over
the head with one of
Christine's trophies

hoping that it would
look to everyone like
Christine did it.

Don't, Thomas, don't.
We can still get away
from all this.

Stop now before
you go too far.

It's too late
for that, Alicia.

It's gone too far already.

With her step-daughter
up on a murder rap,
Alicia would get the money.

But she hadn't
counted on Caldwell.

Caldwell came across
the murder frame
and believed it.

He knew if Christine
went to the gas chamber,

he wouldn't have
control of Maxfield's estate.

But that wasn't the real
reason you tried to rescue

Christine from what you
thought was her murderous
act, was it, Sam?

No.

No.

What you didn't realize
was that Sam Caldwell was
in love with you all along.

How did you know?

I'm not sure.

Anyway, he cleaned it up,
he even tried to bribe me
with this thousand dollars.

You'll want that for evidence.
So, once he was in,
he couldn't get out.

When he thought Bentley
was going to talk,

pointing the finger
at Christine,
he had to kill him,

framing Alicia.

Exactly.

Book ‘em all, Inspector.
Murder One and
accessory after the fact.

WOLF: Wait a minute, Magnum.

If they're all
going to jail,

who's going to get
Maxfield's money?

HIGGINS: "As Magnum
drove off into
another beautiful sunset,

"he wondered

"how many times he
could go through this

"before his heart
broke for good."

Well? What do you think?

| think it's

quite possibly the
finest piece of fiction
I've ever come across.

You're kidding.

The style is strong
and aggressive,

the characterization is clean,

the story innovative,
yet comfortingly familiar...

Well, it's my first effort,

and I'm sure I'll
have to, you know,

change a word or two
here and there,
but you really like it?

Like it?

Not since Dashiell Hammett
have | seen
such raw, pure talent.

Wait a minute.
You're comparing
me to Dashiell Hammett?

A sort of Raymond Chandler
meets Erle Stanley Gardner...

Black and white.

An Agatha Christie
bumps up against
Arthur Conan Doyle,

there's an image.

Excuse me.
I'm still dreaming.

| have to get back to sleep.

HIGGINS: Magnum.

Magnum!

Magnum!

Magnum.

Higgins, what are
you doing here?

You asked me to come down.

You implored me to
stop by before | left.

Why are you
wearing that suit?

You know why I'm
wearing this suit.

| am going to the
Anglo-Hawaiian Royal
Yachting Costume Brunch.

And I'm late.
Now what is it you
wanted me to see about?

Right.

I'm sorry. I've
been up all night

working.

Yes?

And...

No.

| just wanted to say,

have a good time at the party.

Don't worry about
a thing here.

I'll be on the job, making
sure no harm comes to
Robin's Nest in your absence.