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- He doesn't remember a thing. - What?

- Memory loss. - Amnesia?

They want me to make an arrest.

They think you're a likely candidate.

Higgins, my client's daughter is dead and I was at the scene.

If the murderer found out you're still alive,

he might try to get to you so you can't testify against him.

Concentrate.

No!

Let's go.

We got a pulse.

Check his pressure.

We better hurry back.

You told me you would find her.

You promised me that you would find her.

I was counting on you, Thomas.

Cut that out. Don't you know smoking stunts your growth?

- You're kidding me. - No, I'm not kidding.

I'm tired of friends abusing themselves.

You talking about me or Thomas?

T.M. doesn't smoke.

No, T.M. gets shot at, gets beat up, and goes over a cliff in a car.

In whose car?

Robin's.

He drove Robin's Ferrari over a cliff?

I'm sure he didn't do it on purpose.

One can never be sure with Magnum.

Well, he'd better survive if he knows what's good for him.

Let me have a smoke, Rick, if you will.

Cigarette smoke's gonna stunt your growth, too.

Mr. Magnum?

Mr. Magnum?

Don't try and sit up. You've taken a pretty nasty blow to the head.

Glad to see you awake.

Hello, I'm Dr. Ibold. What's your name?

- Thomas Magnum. - Hmm-hmm.

Where were you born, Mr. Magnum?

- Virginia. - When?

August 8, 1944.

What's your mother's first name?

- Martha. - All right.

Okay. X-rays.

- Where do you live? - Robin's Nest.

Hmm?

Robin Masters' estate.

My head...

You've got a severe concussion, in addition to numerous cracked ribs

a bruised hip and contused kidneys.

You're gonna be all right, though.

You're looking at considerable time and a lot of rest.

Can you tell me what happened?

Well...

I don't remember.

Where were you when the accident occurred?

Accident?

You don't remember the accident?

No.

Do you remember driving to Waimea Bay?

No. Is that where it happened?

Yeah.

Why don't I remember?

Do you remember anything about the evening?

Yeah...

The Gilbert's.

We had dinner. It was at 7:00.

- What time is it? - It's 3:30am.

- They brought you in at what time? - One o'clock.

What about after dinner? What's the last time you remember?

I don't know. 8:00, 8:30.

- Nothing after that? - No.

Well, you seem to be missing a few hours.

Amnesia?

No. In cases like this, where there's been a severe trauma to the head,

temporary memory loss is not uncommon.

I'm sure those hours will return in short order.

Probably in a day or two.

Meanwhile, the best thing you can do is to get some rest.

All right? I'll see you in the morning.

Doctor?

What kind of accident was it?

A doozy. You drove your car off a cliff.

Actually, I do remember something that might be of use to you.

It was during the war, Burma.

I was the British liaison to Merrill's Marauders.

One of the American chaps, his name was Cal,

was unfortunately in very close proximity to an exploding mortar.

Miraculously, his life was spared by divine providence

plus his proximity to the underside of the captain's Jeep.

But the concussive force of the explosion rendered him unconscious for a week.

He woke with no recollection of the incident.

I managed to alleviate his condition with the help of...

Magnum!

I called and finally the housekeeper told me where you were.

- Are you all right? - An excellent question.

But now is not the best time to ask.

It's all right. Guys, this is Wendy Gilbert and her husband, Dave.

I've been working for her father, trying to find her sister, Joanie.

I don't think I found her.

He doesn't remember a thing.

What?

- Memory loss. - Amnesia?

But you said you thought you'd be able to find her this week.

Come on. Magnum's been in an accident.

Please?

Telephone for Dr. Altman.

I'm sorry.

I really am sorry. But you said you were close.

At dinner, I thought you'd come back with her.

I thought I could call Daddy and say I'd found Joanie.

I really... Oh, God.

It's all right.

Wendy... I just don't remember everything.

The doctor says it'll all come back in a few days.

It's okay. We understand.

And if there's anything we can do to help...

You can let him get some rest.

Of course.

I really am sorry, Thomas.

I know that this probably happened when you were looking for Joanie.

Let's go, man.

It was a perfect day in paradise,

and I was lucky to be alive.

I was lucky to have friends who cared.

On the other hand, there was a math teacher from Long Island

crying because her little sister's missing

and the guy who said he'd almost found her can't remember where.

I guess the day wasn't so perfect. And it was about to get worse.

Magnum!

You're not supposed to leave your room.

Come on, Higgins. I just needed some air.

If you are to recuperate properly,

you must adhere to your doctor's regimen.

Personally, I couldn't care less.

But I am responsible for all of Robin's guests.

Even you.

What if you had another accident? What if there were a lawsuit?

Gosh, Higgins. I didn't know you cared.

Care? Magnum, I don't care...

You have a visitor.

That gentleman is from the Honolulu Police Department.

He has a few questions to ask you.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm Lieutenant Tanaka.

Homicide.

Homicide?

A body was found this morning in a shack at Waimea.

I thought you could tell me about it.

Why me?

First, the victim was your client's daughter, Joanie Green.

And second, we found this next to the body.

It's a shame. The Tigers aren't doing so hot this year.

Easy, Magnum.

You want to tell me about it?

Look, I wish I could.

I hit my head. I just can't remember anything.

Anything after you left Mr. and Mrs. Gilberts'?

- How'd you know that? - I talked to your doctor.

Then what are you asking me for?

Maybe your memory had come back.

Well, it didn't.

Listen. You're a private investigator, right?

We're kind of like colleagues.

You got any ideas as to what happened at the accident?

Let me try some theories on you.

You found Joanie.

But you got there too soon before the murderer was finished.

Then he took off and you went after him and wrecked up your car.

Hate to think what it's gonna cost you to fix it.

That's the price you pay for owning a fancy car.

It's not my car.

Anyway, that's one of my theories.

It's possible.

Not very pleasant.

I mean, if the murderer found out you're still alive,

he might try to get to you so you can't testify against him.

Then again, there are lots of other things that could have happened.

That's what makes my job so interesting.

You know, I once had a case where this guy killed his wife.

Then he bashed himself over the head

to make it look like they'd been attacked by someone else.

Lieutenant, are you charging me with anything,

or are you just trying to rearrange my house?

You think that Sparky will re-sign Kemp?

He's got good power.

Average wheels.

How's yours?

What?

Are your wheels up to a little trip to jar your memory?

Familiar?

Anything?

Sounds?

Smells?

I'd swear I've never been here before in my life.

You getting something?

No. Nothing.

She was strangled. Not much of a struggle.

Must have been a big guy.

Nothing?

Nothing.

Strike two.

The answer is no.

Higgins, I need the car.

You have already caused extensive damage

to one of Mr. Masters' vehicles

which insurance will not cover because you cannot recall...

My memory will come back. The doctor said so.

Until it does, you're grounded.

What do I use for transportation? Your surf ski?

You've got the Jimmy.

I can't attend to my business in a pickup.

Give me the keys. I'll use the pickup.

- No. - Why?

You're supposed to be recuperating.

My client's daughter is dead and I was at the scene.

And the only thing that comes back to me is...

some pretty weird stuff.

An indication of your need for rest.

My need... is to put things back together.

All right, Higgins? All right.

If you won't let me use the car, I'm going to hitchhike.

Now, what would Robin say if he found out

that you forced an injured guest to hitchhike?

Unless, of course, you'd like to drive me.

Hi.

Look...

I want you to know how sorry I am about Joanie.

Are you?

It's not his fault.

How do we know? He can't remember anything.

- Wendy! - I'm sorry, all right? I'm sorry.

It's just that Daddy loved her so much.

Broke his heart when she left home. Broke all of our hearts.

She's dead. Does anything else really matter?

Maybe I can find out who did it.

They've got police for that.

You know, I feel pretty damn lousy about Joanie.

I also feel lousy about myself.

I've got to know what happened to me and you can help.

We can?

The last thing I remember is being with you two.

7:00, 8:00, we had dinner.

We must have talked about Joanie.

That's all we talked about.

You said you'd tracked down some leads.

You felt close. You even had a few addresses.

Yeah.

You said you were gonna meet a contact.

- Contact? - Yeah.

That's the word you used.

Did I say who that contact was?

He was Hawaiian.

I'm sorry, I'm not very good at remembering their names.

It ended in "oki" or "lani." Honey?

I don't remember.

Did I say where I was meeting him?

No, but we wanted to go along,

but you said you had to do it on your own.

- You should have let us. - Wendy.

Maybe if he had, she'd still be alive.

Excuse me.

Do you think these candy wrappers are important?

You'd better bring 'em.

How much will it cost?

- It's relative. - I found a parking stub.

Relative?

A lot for a family sedan. Normal for a high-performance vehicle.

- How normal? - About eight.

$800?

$8,000.

Couple of business cards.

Bring them.

Can't you just knock the dents out?

If you don't mind ruining the aerodynamics.

For $8,000, I wouldn't mind.

- I found a stopwatch. - Bring it.

Stopwatch? That's mine. I've been looking all over for this.

I never told him he could borrow this.

- How about a Swiss Army knife? - Yeah!

Hurt or not, he has got a lot of explaining to do.

Is there a toaster in there?

A toaster in a glove compartment?

Everything else of mine is in there.

Amnesia had its advantages.

When T.C. started yelling at me

about a few of the things he found in the car,

I just stared at him.

It worked. I think.

Anyway, two items Rick and T.C. found

were totally unfamiliar and so promising.

One was a parking stub from the evening of the murder.

The other was a business card of a curio shop proprietor named Kanoki.

So, I decided to follow up the leads scientifically.

I flipped a coin and tried the restaurant first.

- Good afternoon. - How're you doing?

Okay.

- This one yours? - Sure is, bro.

- Did you work Tuesday night? - Yeah.

If there's any trouble with your car, we got insurance.

No, no. It's not that. You remember when I came in?

I don't think so. What's this all about?

- You did see me? - No, I don't think so.

- I was here, I've got your stub. - So?

Why would I have it?

Man, I don't know.

If you're looking for an alibi or something, I can't help you.

I was driving a red Ferrari.

- Red? - Red.

Not here. I haven't seen a Ferrari since the auto show,

let alone a red one.

Okay, bro.

Sorry.

Enjoy your dinner.

- Excuse me. - Yes.

I was in here Tuesday night.

Would you have a reservations list for that evening?

Uh... yes.

My name's Magnum. Thomas Magnum.

I don't see you.

Maybe it was in my friend's name. Kanoki.

Kanoki? No.

- May I? - Sure.

Thank you.

Sir?

Sir?

Thank you.

I didn't know which was worse,

the amnesia or the sudden flashback to 'Nam.

It didn't make sense but they had to have something to do with each other.

At least I hoped they did.

To make matters worse, I was getting paranoid.

Either that or someone was following me.

If there's one thing I'm really good at, it's nailing a tail.

See, first I make like I'm trying to rabbit.

Then I look for an inconspicuous hiding place and duck into it.

And wait. It always works.

I was beginning to get a little scared.

The business card from Haloka Antiques

was my last link to whatever happened that night.

I hoped it was more tangible than the parking stub

from the Crouching Lion Restaurant.

- Hello. - Hello.

Is Mr. Kanoki here?

- May I help you? - No, it's personal.

He was gonna show me some special scrimshaw.

Mr. Kanoki?

Yeah, I talked to him Tuesday.

- On the phone? - Yeah.

He's been away on a buying trip in Australia the last month.

Perhaps it was someone else.

Mr. Blackmore's been taking clients. He'll be back soon.

Would he have given me Mr. Kanoki's card?

Everyone has their own cards.

We don't pencil people in at Haloka Curios.

No. Of course not.

Bye.

A restaurant I'd never been in.

A curio dealer I'd never met.

Places I'd never seen.

The only reality was Joanie Green was dead.

I had amnesia.

And I was feeling paranoid again.

Get out of the car. Real slow.

- Boy, what a ride! - Tanaka.

You remember me. That's good.

Hey, you know, Detroit lost a twin bill to K.C.

You were on my tail last night. Why?

I'm working on a homicide, Magnum.

A homicide that one way or another involves you.

And I'm getting a lot of hassle from downtown.

Mainland schoolteacher killed. Not good for the tourist trade.

So they want me to make an arrest.

They think you're a likely candidate.

So tell me about last night. You know, the restaurant.

And after you're finished with that,

what were you doing in that curio shop?

Why did you tail me? Why didn't you ask me?

You would've got better results.

If you're innocent, yeah.

But if you're not...

Okay.

I found a parking stub in my car from that restaurant.

They tell you anything?

That I'd never been there.

Same with the business card from the shop.

The guy's been in Australia for a month.

So no one knows where you were Tuesday night when Joanie was killed?

Look, you think I killed Joanie, that all this is just a cover-up?

I didn't say that.

But now that you mention it, it's a theory.

And like I said, a real popular one downtown.

You hear about Fidrych?

Yeah.

Detroit cut him. I remember his good year.

Remember that first year he came up?

Everything was magic. He used to talk to that ball.

Some people thought he was crazy. Not me.

I think I understood.

Then he got hurt. Just never could come back.

I hope you have better luck, Magnum.

Tanaka said what I'd been thinking.

I just hadn't wanted to admit it.

I'd run down all the leads and struck out.

Contrary to what the doctor said, I was afraid the more time that went by

the less chance I had of ever finding out what happened on that cliff.

Or why.

Ah, Magnum. Back in one piece, I see.

And more importantly, so is the car.

- You were waiting for me. - I was not.

I was checking the latch when I heard the sound of your motor.

Naturally I was curious to see if the car was back in one piece.

You were waiting for me.

You care.

Have you found anything out?

No.

The insurance company has informed me

there is no precedent for amnesia.

If you don't recall, they can't pay.

What do you want me to do? I'm trying. I just can't remember.

That's what Cal said.

What? Cal?

The one who had amnesia with the Desert Rats in North Africa.

Merrill's Marauders in Burma.

The only thing you've got right is it was amnesia.

That figures. What's the point?

The point is I brought his memory back.

- You mean it? - Yes.

How?

Now...

Concentrate on this.

Ten.

Higgins, this is not going to work.

It will work. Concentrate. Nine.

Eight.

Higgins, do you have to use that?

It is straight out of Bela Lugosi.

Concentrate.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Your body is quite relaxed.

Three.

Your limbs feel very heavy now as if they were made of stone.

Two.

Your eyelids are getting heavier. You can barely keep them open.

One.

The relaxation is complete.

And your eyelids close.

You are conscious and you are very, very relaxed.

The sensation is pleasant.

We are going to recall, in as much detail as possible,

the events that occurred Tuesday evening.

We'll start at 6:00 p.m.

What is the first thing you did?

Shaved. Got dressed.

Sneaked into the wine cellar and borrowed a very nice Bordeaux.

There's a new lock on the wine cellar.

Hancock, Model 17, double hitch hasp.

I have a special pick for it.

The Bordeaux. The Chateau and vintage?

Chateau Marceau, 1966.

And where did you take this wine?

To the Gilberts'. We had dinner.

Where?

At the condo. She's a very good cook.

It runs in the family.

There we go.

In Bay Shore, my family is famous for this.

My father is the scampi king of the Eastern Seaboard.

- What do you think? - That's terrific.

- Good. - You know...

I don't think I've ever had a client cook for me before.

Better make the best out of a lousy situation.

In fact, here's to finding Joanie.

Joanie.

Poor Joanie.

She doesn't belong here, you know.

She was a teacher, like me.

In the fall, the leaves would turn brown and the kids would come to class.

In the spring, the leaves would all turn green and the kids would be gone.

Year after year, it was the same cycle.

She wanted to break that. She did. She said that...

She said that...

she wanted to spend summer... looking for paradise.

Honey, it's okay. We'll find her.

What time did you leave?

I don't know.

What is the last moment you do remember?

Sitting at the table.

What exactly were you doing?

- What is it? - It's a man with a gun.

- What? - VC.

No.

Let the memory come. It can't hurt you.

What do you see?

No!

No! No!

It's fading, all fading away. The image is gone.

In its place, you see a snowfield.

Soft, white flakes drifting down. Peace. Peace.

And tranquillity.

Pure, white snow.

I'm going to count to three.

When I reach three you will be completely awake and feel quite relaxed.

Even your ribs won't hurt. You will remember everything you saw.

Everything except the incident in the wine cellar. Prepare to awake.

One...

two...

three.

It's very odd, Magnum. Very odd indeed.

Here.

We can't seem to take you any closer to the trauma

than dinner at the Gilberts'.

You know, Magnum, your amnesia may not be entirely physical.

There can be emotional reasons...

Come on, Higgins. Hysterical amnesia?

It's not so preposterous.

Perhaps something happened that you don't want to remember, Vietnam.

It isn't delayed stress.

Why the Vietnam memory?

It isn't a memory. It's a dream.

It's a dream I had ten years ago.

It's a recurring nightmare. It never happened.

My session with Higgins, like everything else,

left me with more questions than answers.

But for the first time since I woke up, I felt the answer was there,

somewhere in the corner of my mind, ready to pop out.

It might have if Higgins would've given me a break.

Don't imagine for a moment that this relieves you of responsibility.

This arrangement is only temporary.

I know that, Higgins.

If your memory does not return sufficiently to satisfy the claim adjuster,

this is coming out of your pocket.

I know that, Higgins.

And for God's sake, drive carefully.

Yes, Higgins.

Salesman to the front desk, please.

Salesman to the front.

- Keys are in it. - Thanks.

Wouldn't hurt so much if you didn't drive so fast.

Maybe I didn't. Wait a minute.

Yeah?

Has anybody driven this since it came in?

You kidding? Robin Masters' Ferrari?

We just worked on the outside. Something the matter?

No. Thank you.

Yo, Thomas! I've been looking all over for you.

Hi, Rick.

Thomas, I ran that check for you and it cost me a couple of favors.

- And about 50 bucks in phone calls. - Rick...

Have I got a surprise about your client's daughter?

- Which one? - The one that's alive. Wendy.

She didn't get along with her father too well.

She was always in trouble, see.

The capper came down when she wanted to marry that tall guy.

- Dave. - Yeah, Dave.

He did time for security fraud.

The old man said nothing doing.

She goes and marries him anyway.

The old man cut her out of the will.

The way I look at it, that's a lot of scampi money she's not gonna see.

- Right? - You sure about this, Rick?

Why come to me in the first place if you question what I give you?

Because if you're right, it's a motive.

A motive? To knock off her own sister? Come on, no way.

If she's out of the will, she's out of the will.

Her sister dying doesn't change anything.

Maybe not. Thanks, Rick.

- "Thanks, Rick." That's it? - I'm sorry. Thanks a lot.

Thank you. Thanks.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. No, none for me.

I tried. I hope your father understands. I really tried.

We know that, Magnum. Still nothing?

Nothing.

It hasn't been long since the accident.

- Your memory will come back. - I don't think so.

See, nothing's come back. Nothing at all.

Except this nightmare that I had in Nam about being helpless.

That sounds awful.

Well, it is.

The way I figure it,

something must have happened that made me feel helpless

and triggered this old nightmare.

Makes sense. Maybe being trapped in the car.

Maybe.

But see, then I got this other idea.

I mean, what if I didn't have amnesia at all?

I don't understand that.

What if I didn't lose those three hours? What if I didn't lose 'em?

I mean, the last thing I remember was being here and sipping wine

with the two of you.

It's kind of like now.

Only that night I drank my wine and as I recall...

you didn't drink yours.

Of course we did.

It's kind of the reverse of now.

I mean, I'm not drinking.

But you are.

You drugged the wine?

No.

Actually, poison is a better word for it.

See, it's this stuff they used to use on prisoners in Nam.

If we didn't talk, they wouldn't give us the antidote.

That's murder, Magnum, and I'm...

Now, Dave. It is only murder if I don't give you the antidote

in about, ooh, five minutes.

The convulsions are the worst part.

You killed Joanie.

Ooh!

That's very nicely played. Very nicely played indeed.

As a matter of fact, this whole thing has been very nicely played.

You killed Joanie,

but then you made it look like I was involved.

Not too obvious. Not too much evidence against me.

But eventually... eventually, the police were gonna have to pin it on me

because you see, those missing three hours

were gonna bug them as much as it bugged me.

You drugged me. You drove me out to Waimea.

You pushed the car over the cliff.

No...

Well, if you didn't, Dave,

it was somebody as big as you.

See, I had to adjust the seat forward

when I picked up my car.

Now, I don't usually have to do that.

See, the way I figure it is you found Joanie before I did.

And you killed her.

I guess you just figured it was easier to get

back into Daddy's will with her gone.

A tearful reconciliation at Joanie's funeral.

Filling a void in Daddy's life.

You are crazy...

You know, Wendy, that's exactly what you had me thinking.

You played me very well. Some lousy P.I. to use and throw away.

You can't prove any of this.

No, Dave. I can't. But you can.

Come on in, it's open.

How are you doing, lieutenant?

Hey, the Tigers win last night?

Help me, please.

Lieutenant, he killed Joanie and he just poisoned us.

You call me here to kill me too?

No. No.

To hear a confession.

Oh...

Three minutes.

It was Wendy's idea.

Hey. King Kamehameha.

Hey!

How are you doing? How's our two killers?

Well, aside from some lower intestinal misery, okay.

At least as okay as you can be with murder one charges.

Yeah...

They want the D.A. to bring charges against you.

For what?

Even if that stuff wasn't lethal, it made them pretty sick.

But they can't prove anything without a witness.

- A witness? - Yeah.

You know, a neutral third party that could testify

he thought he saw you spike their wine.

You know anybody like that?

Nope.

That's bribery, you know.

That's right.

- See you around, Magnum. - Okay.

Are you starting some sort of fan club?

Why? Would you like to join?

No. I would like payment for...

No, Dave pushed the car off the cliff.

For the bottle of Chateau Marceau, 1966,

which you pilfered from the wine cellar.

A bottle of wine? What makes you think I took it?

You recounted the deed while under hypnosis.

What? What?

Higgins, I'm ashamed of you.

I mean, that's a violation of patient-doctor confidentiality,

or conflict of interests or something.

Replacing the bottle will cost $54.50.

- Higgins! - Plus tax.

I would prefer cash if you don't mind.

Aw, Higgins!

Or I shall use some of the other things you told me.

Other things?

How about a cheque?