All language subtitles for gua-magnum.1980.s07e20-1080p

Are you sure
you don't want me
to wait?

While you
run up the meter?

Good night, sweet prince.

MAGNUM: It's always
the little mistakes

that catch you up
short in life.

Just when you think
your life is running along
smoothly,

everything in place,
the little mistakes
start happening.

Like you cut yourself
shaving and bleed
all over your shirt.

Or you lose your car keys
and you're 20 minutes late

to a date you've really
been looking forward to.

Or, you overlook a tiny,
little notice that comes
in the mail,

and wake up
one morning to discover

your private investigator's
license has expired.

Little mistakes.

That'll be $2.50.

Can | help somebody
over here?

(GROWLING)

Ow!

What are you doing to my dog?

Me? Nothing.

Well, why don't you
pick on someone
your own size?

Come along, Bruno.

Sorry, I'm closed.
You'll have to go
to the other window.

What? Wait.

Hey, no line crashing.

I've been here awhile.

Are you here to get
your marriage license?

No.

We are.

Oh, congratulations.

And I've only got
12 hours shore leave.
| didn't Know that.

That's why | don't
appreciate line crashers.

Well, I'm sure
they'll just rush you
right through.

See, Herbie,
| told you there's
nothing to it.

There better not be.

Hey, you think you
could hurry it up,
up there?

AGATHA: Jonathan,
| can't hold the ladies off
much longer.

What am | going to do
without a Robert Browning?

| must say
in all honesty that this
is atypical behavior.

Unless, Jonathan, you...
Which, you may recall,
| warned you about

when you approached Magnum
in the first place.

It does seem to have
a certain poetic symmetry
about it.

Me as Miss Barrett,
you as Mr. Browning.

What on earth
are you talking about?

You could take
Mr. Magnum's place

as our guest reader.

Well, Agatha, naturally,
I'd be honored,
but |...

Oh, Jonathan.

| knew you
wouldn't let me down.

I'm certain Magnum
will be here any minute.

Oh, baby, | just
can't wait to be
Mrs. Herbie Fosdick.

Me, too, Sugar.
Me, too.

You wanna keep
this line moving?

Hi, look, I've got
a little problem.

A slight oversight
on my part.

Your license has expired.

Yeah, | know,
| was wondering if...

Fill out this application.
Bring it back with two
character references,

Hawaii residents only.

You can take
the written exam next week.
Next week?

If you pass that,
we'll set up the interview.

Next.
No. Wait.

You don't understand...
| understand your
license has expired.

Yes, but...
And that there are
other people in line.

Yes, | always get
my new license by the mail.

That's if you
sent in your money
before it expired.

But | have the money,
look whatever it takes.

If there's a fine,
or other expenses...

Are you trying to bribe me?

No.
Well, you slime.

Trying to bribe
a government official.

No, I'm not.

Oh, now come on,
| don't want to fight you.

(SCREAMING)

Come on now, lady.

"| love thee
with a love | seemed
to lose

"with my lost saints,
| love thee with the breath,

"smiles and tears
of all my life,

"and, if God choose,
| shall but love thee
better after death."

"That second time
they hunted me,
from hill to plain,

"from shore to sea..."

Excuse me, Agatha.

Oh, dear.

You're just lucky
| happened to be
in the building. Here sign.

Whatever possessed you
to start a fight
in a government building?

| didn't start it. This...

That's a long story.

What were you
doing there, anyway?

Getting my fishing
license renewed.

What were you doing there?

Visiting a friend.
Thanks, again, Lieutenant.

Hey, hey, you don't
want to forget this.

Your application form.

You wouldn't plan
on practicing without
a license, would you, now?

Of course not.

Thanks.

MAGNUM: Okay, so! was
going to have to spend
a few days

getting my
license restored.

It wasn't the worst thing
that could have happened.

And getting
a couple of character
references would be easy.

| knew Rick and T.C.
or Higgins would
come through for me.

Or Carol.

At least | didn't really
have anything else

| had to do
at the moment.

Magnum, how could you?
What?

No need for a reprimand,
Jonathan.

| can see why Mr. Magnum
would forget the reading,

what with all
the excitement
and everything.

The reading?
Robert Browning.

You offered to read
Robert Browning

for the
Anglo-Hawaiian Society

for the Preservation
of the English Language.

| sent the book over.

You wanted me to read it?
| thought you just wanted me
to read it.

You know, not out loud.

Why didn't you tell anyone?
What was there to tell?

It's a simple
misunderstanding.

| have nothing prepared.
No special menus lined up.

No flowers
in the guest bedroom.

What are you talking about?
What's going on?

Why, the arrival
of Miss Sullivan.
Of course.

Miss Sullivan?
Pulitzer Prize
winning playwright,

Miss Phoebe Sullivan,

who's making
some ridiculous claim
about being...

My Aunt Phoebe?
Tommy?

Aunt Phoebe!

Mr. Higgins, there's another
long distance call
for Miss Sullivan.

Oh, you haven't
changed a bit.

WOMAN: A Mr. Hal Prince
from New York.

(LAUGHS) Oh, can't they ever
leave me alone?

Who's...

Keo is visiting
her sister on Maui.

Lani is from
the Niu Valley Temporary
Domestic Agency.

Would you be a darling
and tell him | have run off

with an astonishingly
handsome young man.

And you haven't
the slightest idea
when I'll return. If ever.

Come along, Tommy.
We don't want to make a liar
out of your Mr. Higgins.

He's not my Mr. Higgins.

Do you buy those shirts
at a regular store?
MAGNUM: What?

Isn't she wonderful?

(LAUGHS) Oh,
this is the life,
isn't it?

The sky, the sand
and the sea.

The moon, the stars,
we got it all.

Oh, yes.

Why would any woman
want to pursue a life
of wealth and fame,

when you can lead
such a simple,
happy life here?

| thought you
were in Europe.

(GIGGLING)

Remember when | took you
to the Folies Berger?

That's not something
you forget.

How old were you?
Twelve.

| thought your mother
was going to skin me alive.

Well, that wasn't
exactly my mom's idea
of French culture.

Katherine was always
a bit rigid.

That was the best trip
| had to Europe. Ever.

You know, | always thought,
with your vivid imagination,

you'd end up working
for the CIA or
the French Foreign Legion.

| even secretly fancied you
might follow in my path,

write a famous novel.

You know, some people
have been a little
worried about you.

No one's heard
from you in months.

| needed seclusion.
You know how popular | am.

People won't leave me alone.

And I've been working
on something very important.

Yeah?
I've written a new play.

Well, that's great.
That explains the call
from Hal Prince.

What?

The guy, the call you
just got from New York.

It's going to be
a huge success.

| told my agent
to make a few calls.

People are already
bidding on it,
sight unseen.

SO you came here
to make it harder
to reach you

and drive up the price.

Good heavens, no.
| came to ask for your help.

Someone is trying
to murder me.

Mr. Magnum. Miss Sullivan.
Tea is served.

MAGNUM: My Aunt Phoebe
was the smartest woman
| ever knew.

She also had a tendency
to see things bigger
than life.

Which meant that when you
were with her you got to
see more vibrant colors,

hear more intriguing sounds,
feel things more fully than
when she was gone.

But it also meant
that you sometimes
had to translate

her view of the world
into a more mundane reality.

I've never quite got
a good look at him,

but | know he's been
following me

ever since | got back
to New York,

| am convinced he broke
into my brownstone
last week and then...

Then he tipped his hand.

My secretary gave me
a message that | was to meet
with George and Nellie.

You remember
George and Nellie?

Vaguely.
| was to meet with
George and Nellie

at the David Garrick Theater
at 11:00 that night.

Well, naturally,
| didn't think anything
about it.

| assumed they were
appearing there.

After all, I'd been out
of the country.

| don't quite understand
how this, "tipped his hand,"
as you put it.

When | got to the theater,
no one was there.

The place was all chained up.

There was never a Call
from George and Nellie.

And then he showed up.

The man who's
been stalking me.

Murder Came Knocking.
Yes.

Exactly. And do you
remember how that play ended?

With the murder
of the attractive,
charming, successful,

but somewhat naive
Ginny Dockworth.

A character fashioned
loosely upon myself.
Aunt Phoebe,

you were never
somewhat naive.

Well, | know I'm not
Ginny Dockworth.

But apparently
this madman doesn't.

If what you say is true...
It is.

(DOORBELL RINGING)
And he has followed me
here to Hawaii.

Aunt Phoebe...
A car followed my limo

all the way from
the airport to your place.

Don't you find that odd?
Well, yeah.

Are you sure?

This is his
license plate number.

The limo driver
wrote it down.

Agatha Chumley.
Miss Sullivan,
| hope I'm not imposing.

I... Oh, Jonathan.
Tea time already?

Yes, please, join us, Agatha.

Oh, no, no. | just popped back
with my portfolio.

Miss Sullivan, you and |
discussed it earlier.

PHOEBE: Oh, yeah.

AGATHA:
| haven't had a great deal
of professional experience,

(DOORBELL RINGING)

although | did perform
in a pantomime

at the Blackpool Music Hall
as a child.

Cinderella.

I'm sure you were smashing.

| thought these photos
of some of my amateur
productions

might give you
an idea of my range.

Mr. Dennis Parker.

Phoebe. Darling.
Dennis.
Dennis Parker.

My God, it's been
a million years.

| can't believe it.
You're actually
here in Honolulu.

But I'm devastated,
darling, you didn't ring me.

| only just arrived.

Well, I'm forever indebted
to Agatha for letting me know
you were here.

(COUGHING)

Dennis, I'm so sorry.

Have you met my nephew,
Tommy Magnum?

Well, hello, Tommy.

| believe we've met.
| think Phoebe brought you

to the opening of one
of my plays in New York.
Yes.

The opening of your only
play in New York,
| believe, darling.

And you've met
Jonathan Higgins.
(CHUCKLES)

I'm acquainted
with Mr. Parker's work.

And of course you know...
Agatha.

| didn't expect
to see you, Dennis.

Tea?
A splendid idea.

Thank you very much.
Oh, yes.

Darling, the drums
are beating out a message,

(PHONE RINGING)
you have a new opus.

How do these things
get out so fast?

This was our most recent
production of The Mikado.

| know it's hard to tell
that's me in the makeup.

Mr. Higgins, a call
for Miss Sullivan.

Says he's from
the Shubert Organization.

PHOEBE:
Oh, would you tell them
I'm tied up in meetings.

That should up the price
right off the bat.

Aunt Phoebe,
you can't ask Higgins
to take all your messages.

He's not your servant.
Well, I'm sorry.

I'm sure he doesn't mind.
Not at all.

Incidentally, Miss Sullivan,
on behalf of Mr. Masters,

I'd like to extend
the invitation for you
to stay with us

as long as you like.
Thank you.

DENNIS: Phoebe, I've just had
the most incredible idea.
AGATHA: This was a few years
ago. The musical, Oliver!

(GASPING)

Well, let's put them
on the piano.

"Don't make any deals
until you've spoken to me.
Joe Papp.”

PHOEBE: Wouldn't you think
they could make
attractive arrangements

when they grow
such beautiful flowers
here.

Darling, listen,

| have an idea.
Why don't you premiere
your new opus here.

Oh, Denny,
what a quaint idea.

Darling, I'm serious.
Listen, I'm guest director
of the Hawaii Theater Center.

You've no doubt heard of it.

And this is
A Streetcar Named Desire.

| played Blanche.

I'd love to talk
to you about it,
darling.

But my nephew and |
have some urgent business
to attend to right now.

PHOEBE: You do understand?
Well, look, darling.
Here, take my card

at least, will you?
And drop by.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, Agatha.

(DENNIS LAUGHS)

And Tommy.
Thomas.

Of course, Thomas.
Well, cheerio.

Well, can you find
this man who is planning
to murder me.

"| have always depended
on the kindness of strangers."

T.C.: How could you let
your license expire?
It just slipped my mind.

Well, going to the bank,
slips your mind.

Writing home,
slips your mind.

Renewing your
private investigator's
license

does not slip your mind.

T.C., you're making a big deal
out of a very little mistake.

It doesn't do any good
to go on and on and on
about it.

What | need right
now is a reference.

| need a recommendation
from somebody like you.

An upstanding citizen,
a pillar of the community.

So, how come you didn't
ask me to do it?

| was going to, Rick,

but you've done so many
nice things for me lately.

Yeah, okay, okay, okay,
what am | supposed to say?

What you honestly feel.

Well, you know
what those examiners
like to see.

Like, how you're the kind
of guy that always pays
his debts.

Yeah, something like that.

The kind of guy who would
never drag a citizen
into a dangerous situation.

Not unless it's
absolutely necessary.

The kind of guy who would
never use his friends,

who are not licensed
private investigators to do
all of his footwork.

| don't do that.

Hey, | got a make
on that license plate.

DBO 527 is registered
to Ace One Car Rental agency.
Thanks, Rick.

T.C.
All right, all right,
all right. I'll do it.

But you're gonna have to
give me a couple of days.

This is going to take
some very creative writing.

Thanks, T.C.
(GIGGLING)

MORTIE:
You know | can't give
any information like that.

MAGNUM: Look, all | need
is the name of a guy

who rented a car
with the license plate
DBO 527.

Are you a cop?

No.
I'm a private investigator.
Here's my card.

Everybody's
a private investigator.

This license is expired.
Well, yeah, | know.
The new one's in the mail.

See, | have a client
and he rented that car

last week and he thinks
he left something valuable
in it.

What's your client's name?

| can't tell you that,
client confidentiality.

I'm very busy here,
Mr. Magnum.

I'm sorry.
| can't help you.

(RINGING)

Mr. Masters’ estate.

Hi, Higgins.

HIGGINS:
Oh, Magnum. It's you.

Could | talk
to Aunt Phoebe?

(PHONE RINGING)
No, you can't, hold on.

Robin Masters’ estate,
please hold.

I'm afraid | can't
help you, Magnum.

Oh, come on, Higgins.
She'll talk to me.
I'm not some famous producer.

Be that as it may,
you can't talk to her.
She isn't here.

Where is she?
| haven't the slightest idea.

After she finished giving
orders about rearranging
the furniture

in the living room,
the study and her room,

and completely changing
the week's menus
with the cook,

she informed me that she
was borrowing my car
to go visit a friend.

Higgins,
how could you let her leave?

What if what she said
about somebody following her
is true?

Did you ever try
giving advice
to your Aunt Phoebe?

How long do you think
she'll be gracing us
with her presence?

Oh, that's hard to say.

She's been known to stay
a month or two if she
likes the company.

A month?

Or two. And so far
she seems to be having
a great time.

(SIGHS)

Oh, my God.

(PHONE RINGING)

(PHONE RINGING)
LANI:
Robin Master's Estate...

(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

(HORNS HONKING)

MAN 1: What the hell
are you doing, lady?

(HORNS HONKING)

MAN 2: Back up!
MAN 3: Come on, move it!

MAN 4: What are you doing?
You can't park there.

MAN 2:
Move back the other way!

Come on, lady. Move that car!

(HORN HONKING)

MAN 4: Come on,
lady, I'm late for work!
Back up!

MAN 2: Oh, brother!
MAN 4:
Hey, where are you going?

WOMAN: Shut the door!
MAN 2: Can't park there!

(HORNS HONKING)

WOMAN: Hey!

(WOMAN CHATTERING)

MAN 2: Come on, get back
in the car and move it,
will you?

What's the matter with you?
Come on.

(VOICES ECHOING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Coming.

Hello. Yes, she's
staying here, but she's
out at the moment.

I'll be right there.

Oh, Sully. You're here.

Are you okay?
Did | call you Sully?

Yeah.

(LAUGHING)

Well, there is a strong
family resemblance.

Anyone ever tell you
you look like
your Uncle Sully?

They used to.
It doesn't matter how long
someone's gone,

you still miss them
like they just left yesterday.

What happened?

| stopped at a theater.

| guess it must have
been the wrong one.

Mr. Magnum.

We've notified the police.

Apparently, she was mugged
and knocked down.

Now physically,
she's all right.

Just a few contusions,
but she seems
a little disoriented.

Thanks.

He stole my play.

The man who's been
following me.

He wasn't planning
to murder me.

He wanted to steal my play.

| told you the dresser
is to go against the wall

and my bed is supposed
to be by the window.

| can't write unless my bed
is by the window.

But that's where
| moved it before
and you said...

That's all right, Lani.
I'll take care of it.

(SIGHING)

Oh, sometimes | despair
if we'll ever get
this place fixed up right.

Who were you
going to see?

What do you mean? When?

When you got lost.
When you got mugged.

You told Higgins
you were going to see
a friend.

Oh.

Dennis, | suppose.

You suppose?
Dennis. | was going
to see Dennis.

Good heavens,
if this is how you run
an investigation,

it's no wonder you're
not working for the CIA.

You're supposed to interrogate
the suspects not the client.

Sully never liked
this side of me.

Crabapple, he called me.

Do you remember,
when Murder Came Knocking

opened in New York,
and you and | sat up
all night at Sardi's

waiting for the reviews
to come in?

Dennis Parker thought
| was going to fall
flat on my face.

But the reviews
were all glowing,

except for that one...

Oh, what was his name?

The critic for Act One.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, it was wonderful.

I'll come get you
for dinner.

| think | liked it better
the other way.

Yes.

Well,
perhaps it is a good idea

to shake everything up
once in a while

to avoid getting into a rut,

if you see what | mean.

Sounds like something
my Aunt Phoebe said.

| trust
she's resting comfortably.

| guess.

Let me ask you
a hypothetical question.

The kind of question
one might find on a
private investigator's exam?

Exactly.

Suppose you were
a famous composer,
for instance,

and you hadn't written
any symphonies or operas

or anything like that
for several years.

And suppose you told everyone

you'd just finished something
really very spectacular,

only you didn't finish it
for some reason.

Writer's block, for example?
Yeah. Say, writer's block,

you just...
You couldn't finish it

and everyone was expecting
to see it and there was all
this pressure.

What would you do?

There is another way
to look at this.

Another hypothetical.
Precisely.

Suppose you had been
in retirement for some time
and you had, indeed,

written something quite...
What was the word?

Spectacular.
Quite.

But you were afraid
it might get lost in the rush
of other compositions.

And you knew that with some
unusual publicity gimmick

you might get it
the attention it
so richly deserved.

Hmm.

Or, she could be
telling the truth.

| have to assume she is.

(SIGHING)

| think I'll pay a visit
to an old friend
with a motive for theft.

Oh, the phones?

Oh, | disconnected them.
Temporarily.

It does make it
more peaceful somehow.

MAGNUM:
When | was eight years old,

my Aunt Phoebe took me
to see a production of
A Midsummer Night's Dream.

My mother told her
that | was too young.

But Phoebe said
you're never too young
for Shakespeare.

And she was right.

| loved every minute of it.

After that, once a year,
she took me to New York
to see a new play.

Some | liked
better than others.

And the year
Uncle Sully died,

she took me to see
the opening of her first play,
Murder Comes Knocking.

| watched the play.

But mostly, | watched her
watching the play.

And | saw something
| hadn't seen much of

up to that point,
an absolute love
of what she did.

Somehow,
| couldn't believe
that that woman

would let herself be stopped
by writer's block

or stoop to some cheap
gimmick to get publicity.

What | could believe

was that someone
who had been jealous
of her success for years

would do almost anything
to keep her from
producing another play.

Take five, will you kids?

Well, what are we doing,
slumming?

| beg your pardon?

Phoebe sent you down
with some cockamamie story

about how she's just
too busy to get down
to see me,

but we must, dear,
have lunch one day
real soon.

Phoebe doesn't know
I'm here.
Oh.

She didn't come
to see you this afternoon?

| suppose you were
with people who could
verify that?

You know, Tommy,

| don't think | appreciate
your tone of voice.

Well, | don't think
you're gonna appreciate
this a whole lot more.

You had one play on Broadway,
one success and then oblivion.

Oh, | had a cult following.

While you watched Phoebe
have one hit after another.

Cheap commercial theatrics.

Well, you know what | think?

| think you can't
stand the idea

of seeing her have
one more big success.

That's where you're wrong,
Tommy. | don't begrudge
Phoebe anything.

Not her success,
nor her marriage. Nothing.

Frankly, | don't think
this conversation
is leading us anywhere.

SO, if you'll forgive me,
| am rather busy.

Oh, that rental car
you're driving.

Is that part
of your deal here?

| don't have a rental car.

As a matter of fact,
| don't have any car.

(LAUGHS)

You know, Tommy.
| just never learned
to drive.

DENNIS: All right.
Let's pick it up from the top.

Jenny, you be a little bit
more downstage,

and please, now,
let's pick up the tempo.

MAGNUM:
| know what you're thinking,
and you're right.

Breaking into
the Ace One Car Rental Agency,

especially with
an expired license,

could be one of those
little mistakes that turn
into big problems.

On the other hand,
at this point | really didn't
see what other choice | had.

And sometimes you have to
risk those little mistakes

to get the big reward.

Now, all | had to do
was figure out what
the big reward

was doing following Phoebe,

and if he was the one
who had stolen her play.

There was something
real familiar about the name
Theo Winters.

| knew, | knew who he was,

but | couldn't quite
place it.

| was pretty sure
Phoebe would know

or at the very least,
Higgins.

(PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS)

T.C.: Yeah.
(WHISPERING) T.C., it's me.

Thomas?
Yes.

Does the name
Theo Winters mean
anything to you?

| can't hear you.
Theo Winters.

Does the name
Theo Winters mean
anything to you?

I'll have that
character reference
ready

if you want to come by
and pick it up.

T.C., | need
a little help here.

(CHUCKLES) You sure do.
That's why it took me
a while to write it.

I'm talking about
Theo Winters.

For some reason,
that name just
sticks out to me.

Does this have anything
to do with the case

you're not investigating
because your investigator's
license ran out?

But | can't quite place it.

Theo Winters.
Yeah, you know him?

The name does
sound familiar.

T.C.?

Wait a minute,
let me look.

MAGNUM: Sardi's. The night
Phoebe's play opened.

Maybe it was the excitement
of the night,

maybe Phoebe was just
a bit overly dramatic,

but when one critic
who didn't like her play

walked into the restaurant,

she dumped
her Hungarian goulash
on his head.

| ducked under the table
as the food fight started
in earnest.

And the critic
for the theatrical
trade paper, Act One,

just stood there,

goulash oozing down
his suit.

His name was Theo Winters.

| guess it was crawling
underneath the desk

that helped me
remember that night.

Which just goes to prove
that there really are no
little mistakes in life.

(ENGINE STARTING)

On the other hand,
Theo Winters

had made
a definite little mistake

in using his real name
and address when
renting a Car.

That's if he didn't
want to get caught.

Hello, Denny.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Here, take it, take it,
it's worthless.

| paid some idiot
$50 to steal that thing
for me

and it's garbage.
It's gibberish.

The great Phoebe Sullivan,
she's lost it.

And she's lost her mind.

I'm afraid | made
a little mistake.

| underestimated
your ability to find me.

Drink, Mr. Magnum?

MAGNUM: No.

ls our Mr. Parker all right?

He's explaining a few things
to a friend of mine
in the police department.

And | suppose
| should expect to hear
their heavy knock

on my door at any moment.

| assure you that
| had nothing to do
with the theft.

| will admit
that Denny Parker
was the first person

| contacted on my arrival,

and when he offered
to sell me the manuscript,

| felt, well, it was at least
worth examining.

Why are you
following my aunt?

Phoebe Sullivan
is a public figure.

One of great curiosity
to my readers.

When she disappeared
a few months ago,

everyone assumed that
she had gone in seclusion
again to write.

However,
| was in Connecticut,

visiting a friend
at the Middlebury Clinic,

| bumped into Phoebe
in Dr. Gilford's office.

He is one
of the foremost experts
on Alzheimer's Disease

and related disorders.

Now, it occurred to me
that if Phoebe Sullivan

were suffering from...
She isn't.

| checked with
the records department
at Middlebury.

Naturally,
they gave me nothing.

And then Phoebe ran.

| pursued her
all the way here,

but she's very slippery.
| thought | had her yesterday,

but she slipped away
before | could talk to her.

She won't even let me
get near her.

Well, there's no need.
You can go home, Mr. Winters.

There's no story.

If there is one,
I'll find out.

And I'll write about it.
Why?

Because you're
a great writer with a story
that has to be told?

Or because
you're still nursing
a wounded ego

over a 30-year-old
plate of Hungarian goulash?

MAGNUM: I'd learned
not to count on a lot
of things in life,

but one thing | could
always count on,

in an odd way,
was my Aunt Phoebe.

She was unconventional
and nobody in my family

could quite understand
why staid, solid,
Uncle Sully had married her.

But | knew why.
He married her
because she was exciting

and unpredictable,
full of life.

And | knew
she always would be.

! still had to believe
there was nothing

that could drag
my Aunt Phoebe down.

Not as long
as there was something
! could do about it.

PHOEBE: You're home.

What's all this?
I'll bet you thought
I'd forgotten how to cook.

Well, | had a terrible time
finding all the ingredients,
but it's your favorite.

(SIGHS)

Aunt Phoebe,
| saw Dennis Parker tonight.

Oh, Sully,
please, let's not talk shop.

Not tonight.

Thomas.

(SIGHS)

I'm afraid | cannot
remember what | did with
your anniversary present.

| remember buying it
and bringing it home.

Aunt Phoebe.

But | haven't seen
hide nor hair of it
since then.

Maybe Myrtle put it away
when she was cleaning up.

Aunt Phoebe.

(SIGHING)

I've been thinking

we really ought to
fix this place up.

Not just redecorate,
but really shake down
the rafters.

(LAUGHS) Oh, Sully,
did you really think
I'd be the kind

to want to put down roots?

I'm not Sully. I'm Thomas.

(GASPING)

Who are you?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid my husband
isn't home right now.

Aunt Phoebe.

What happened to your play?

You found it.

Thomas.

You found it.

It isn't very good, is it?

MAGNUM: What took me
a long time to sort out

was why | was mad
at Phoebe.

She hadn't let me down.

Life was letting her down.

And try as | might,
| couldn't figure out

what | could do
to turn that around for her.

Magnum. The police
are here to take
a statement from Phoebe.

Apparently, she is gone.
So is the Audi.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

"Lovers and madmen
have such seething brains,

"such shaping fantasies,
that apprehend

"more than cool reason
ever comprehends.

"The lunatic, the lover
and the poet

"are of imagination
all compact.

"The one sees more devils
than vast hell can hold,

"that is, the madman.

"The lover, all as frantic,
sees Helen's beauty

"in a brow of Egypt.

"The poet's eye,
in a fine frenzy rolling,

"doth glance
from heaven to earth,

"from earth to heaven

"and as imagination
bodies forth

"the form of things unknown,
the poet's pen

"turns them to shapes

"and gives to airy nothing

"a local habitation
and a name.

"Such tricks hath
strong imagination."

A Midsummer Night's Dream.

| remember.

What a joy it was

for me to see you
seeing things
for the first time.

Aunt Phoebe...
I'm going to go back
to New York.

| want you to stay here
with me.

| thought that's what
| wanted, too.

| tricked myself
into thinking
| was in danger.

So you'd come riding in
on a white horse

and rescue me.

| want to rescue you.
| know.

Well, then stay here.

Some days things
are so clear,

| think this is all just
going to go away.

But it isn't. | need to be
around a lot of people

who will keep me
thinking and working.

| have that in New York.

My theater family.
And a few regular
family members, too,

if | can put up with them.

| always did need
a lot of distraction.

I'm afraid my life here
would get too sedentary.

And | realize now
that | needed
to see you again.

One more time.

And to let you know
how much | love you.

Aunt Phoebe.

And to let you know
I'm going to be okay
with this.

Really, | am.

And don't judge
Dennis too harshly.

(SNIFFLING)

Life didn't work out for him

as well as it did for us.

"A revival of
Murder Came Knocking

"will be mounted
at the newly refurbished
David Garrick Theater.

"All of New York society
is waiting
in keen anticipation

"to see if author
Phoebe Sullivan

"will arrive
for opening night,

"at which time the theater
will be rededicated

"and carry her name."

Jonathan,
isn't that wonderful?

Apparently, it was
Theo Winters’ idea.

"Miss Sullivan,
who has gone into seclusion

"to write and reflect,
could not be reached
for comment."

Oh, incidentally,
your renewed investigator's
license arrived in the mail.

More tea?
No, thanks, Lani.

Keo will be back
tomorrow morning.

| think I'll take a walk.

PHOEBE: "And as imagination
bodies forth

"the form of things unknown,
the poet's pen

"turns them to shapes,
and gives to airy nothing

"a local habitation
and a name."