All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s02e22 Three Minus Two.eng

Take 'em off, giris.
Take them totally off.

What murder?

The other partner.
He was murdered last night.

I don't believe you
killed them. Honest.

And I'm afraid I'm next.

Not only does she find
one guy to pay her rent,

she finds two.

I can't stand pain
and violence. I hate it.

I love it.
No, wait!

Jan? You all right?

For Lani it's a simple
cover-up of jade green

with a touch of hibiscus
in her hair.

And more than
a touch of sexiness

in this daringly
cut two-piece.

A beautiful swimsuit
for a beautiful lady.

Orchids for Wendy.

Now, Wendy's
an old-fashioned girl.

New-fangled swimsuits may be
all right for some, but...

But Wendy, Wendy
sticks to tradition.

The traditional bikini.

Another touch of the Islands

from Jan Kona.

And here are all
of our lovely giris,

back to give you
one more glimpse

of the new summer swimwear
by Jan Kona.

Aren't they beautiful,
ladies and gentlemen?

Thank you,
ladies and gentlemen.

And that concludes
our special sneak preview

of Jan Kona
beachwear designs.

And now,
may I present your co-host for this afternoon,

Bart Lindsey.

No, no, no, please. Thank you.
L... I do appreciate it.

I loved it
as much as you did.

But save your applause
for the one who deserves it.

My inspired, talented,

hard-working,
beautiful partner, Jan Kona!

Thank you, Bart.
And thank you.

I'm so glad you liked
all of our new designs.

Alan predicts
a great year for us.

By the way,
where is Alan?

You mean Mr. Shy?

This is only two-thirds
of the Jan Kona company, everybody.

Our important third

is the genius
that put this show together

and narrated
so beautifully.

Come on out, Alan Russell.
Don't be bashful.

Come on, Alan.
Everybody loves you.

Okay, now spit.

Spit?
Yeah.

See,
you rub it around

and the saliva keeps your mask
from fogging up.

Rubbed it in real good?
All right.

Okay, rinse it out
a little bit.

Get your snorkel in.
Here we go.

You're doing beautifully.

Magnum!

I'll be right back.

Thanks, Higgins.

I should like to point out
two important facts:

One, I'm neither
your secretary

nor your
answering service.

Higgins.

Two, you have breached
your own code of conduct

by dallying with one of
Robin Masters' house guests.

I am not dallying,

I am teaching her
how to snorkel.

Nonsense. She's
an expert snorkeler.

I know.

You know?

And she knew that I knew

when she asked me
to teach her.

Then why on earth...

Higgins,
if you never play games,

how do you ever have any fun?

Uh, Miss Jones,

Mr. Masters
has arranged

for you to meet
his publisher on Wednesday

so I've taken the liberty
of booking your flight for this evening.

Thank you, Higgins.

Thomas Magnum here.

Oh, thank goodness.
I thought the line went dead.

Oh, uh, there were
technical difficulties.

Who am I speaking to?

Kona. Jan Kona.

What can I do for you,
Miss Kona?

Mr. Magnum,
at this moment I am so scared

that I barely
make any sense.

Alan Russell,
one of my partners,

has been murdered.

Well, have you
called the police?

They're here now.
They're all over the place.

Look, I'd rather not
discuss this over the phone.

Could you meet me someplace?

Well, the bar of
the King Kamehameha Club?

I can be there
in an hour.

Uh, I can be there in two.

I'll be there.

Oh, Jan, darling.

Florence, I tried
to call you at home.

Oh, of all the days

to go to one of my
committee meetings.

Are you all right?

Alan wanted me
to come today.

Oh, why didn't I
cancel that meeting?

Well, he... he just wasn't
the type of husband to insist on anything.

I said,
"Maybe some other time." He said, "Fine."

And I never spoke
to him again.

Oh, Florence!

Kimo, don't forget
to give me

the bar receipts
from yesterday.

Hi, Thomas.
Hi, Rick.

Give him a drink, Kimo.
Right away, Rick.

I'm supposed to meet
Jan Kona here.

Oh, yeah?

What do you mean,
"Oh, yeah?"

Nothin', except
she's one sexy lady, pal.

Thanks, Kimo.
You're welcome, Magnum.

How well
do you know her?

Not as well
as I'd like to.

Her real name
is Janie Coogan.

She used to be a waitress.

Thomas, she used to wear
this little costume.

She wore these
black mesh stockings.

She had legs that went
all the way up to her neck.

It was to die
when you see this dame.

I get the picture.

Well, she was also
real ambitious, see?

She was lookin'
for a guy with money that could do her a lot of good.

And brother,
did she luck out.

Not only does she find
one guy to pay her rent,

she finds two.

Alan Russell
and Bart Lindsey.

Well, I already know
about Russell. It's an old Island family.

Who's Lindsey?

Well, Lindsey's
a promoter from the mainland.

He made a bundle of money
packaging Hawaiian vacations

and brother,
he laid it on her, too.

And I guess he didn't mind
sharin' her

because Russell was pumpin'
money onto little Janie with the fantastic body, too.

In fact... Hey,
isn't there a...

There's a name for that, uh...
A French name,

a mena...
A menagerary, right?

It's not even close.

Uh, let me ask you
something, Rick.

These guys
set her up in business

and became
her partners, right?

Yeah. So?

Then she became
a famous designer

and gave 'em a good return
on their investment. Right?

So, what's the point?

The point is that just because
she's a nice-looking woman,

it doesn't mean she
couldn't necessarily have had

a business relationship
with these two guys.

Come on, Thomas, give me
a break. We're adults.

We've been around the block
a couple of times.

Okay. Let me
ask you something.

Suppose it's a guy.

And this guy,

as a kid he starts
to run numbers.

Maybe gets to know
the Mob a little bit.

Hey, not so loud.

Well, he grows up.

Serves in Nam in the Marines,
and musters out in Hawaii.

And eventually,
he becomes the manager

of a fancy private club,
like this.

Are you going to tell me
this guy's a hood?

I'm legitimate,
remember?

There's a moral
in there somewhere,

if you care to hunt for it.

Here she comes.

Hello, Jan.
How are you?

Hi, Rick.

I'm here to meet
a Mr. Magnum.

Well, he's right here.

Jan Kona,
Thomas Magnum.

How do you do?

I have to find you two
a perfect table.

Oh, no, please.

I didn't realize
it would be so busy,

and I've lost
my appetite today, anyway.

Well, we could talk
on the beach.

I'd like that.

Fine.

Uh, why don't you buy
yourself a drink, Rick,

and put it all on my tab?

Put it on his tab.

Another one for the books.

When two people take a walk
on the beach in paradise,

fear and death ought to be

the furthest things
from their minds.

Unfortunately that isn't
always the case.

And then a car
followed me.

I went miles out of my way
before I lost it.

That's why
I was a little late.

Are you sure
you were followed?

I'm neither neurotic
nor hysterical.

And my imagination stops
at the drawing board.

Okay. If somebody
wanted to kill you,

why didn't you
tell the police?

Because I know they're wrong
about Alan's death.

They think
robbery was the motive.

You know, he... he hated
credit cards

and he... he carried
hundreds in cash.

The money was gone?

Along with a very
expensive watch.

Gold with diamonds.

Well, the police
may have a point.

Oh, I know it looks
like a robbery.

That's what it's
supposed to look like.

Okay, if it was murder,

then who'd want
to kill him?

Please try to understand.

Once I say it out loud

nothing will ever be
the same again.

That's why I didn't dare
tell the police.

What if I'm wrong?

Well, if you are, no one
will ever know but you and me.

When my designs
first started to sell

and the business
started to grow beyond our wildest hopes,

Alan, Bart and I signed
a partnership agreement

with a special death benefit.

How special?

Survivor gets all.

Don't you see?

I think Bart Lindsey
killed Alan Russell.

And I'm afraid I'm next.

Three minus one is two.

And two is
one survivor too many.

You can't be serious.

You wish to borrow
the Rolls Royce of cameras?

I only want to use it
for a little while.

I promise I'll bring it
right back.

Do you have any idea
how much Robin Masters paid

for that
photographic equipment?

No. Not offhand.

Almost the price
of an automobile.

And you want to use it

to take snapshots
of bathing beauties?

Fashion shots.

And the camera

will only be handled
by an expert.

I'm just acting
as his rep.

Higgins, it's just a way
of meeting people

without having
to be introduced

as a private investigator.

I can see why you'd wish
to avoid that stigma.

I promised them
I'd be there at 10:00 sharp

with the camera.

I think I can
still make it.

I doubt that.

Hi, guys.

Higgins, why do you have
to make a production

out of everything
all the time?

All I want is to just
borrow this stuff.

C- can't we make a deal?

Zeus, Apollo, at ease.

What sort of a deal?

What I had in mind
was s-sort of a trade-off.

On my terms?

Naturally.

You really are desperate.
Very well.

Well, open it!

You haven't heard my terms.

Can't you talk and unlock
at the same time?

First, there's the Ferrari.

Uh, no. We have been
all through that.

Robin has said
that I am to have the use of that car.

We'll share it.

You can have it
Sunday through Tuesday,

I'll take it Wednesday
through Saturday.

You get it Saturday
and I get it Sunday?

Precisely.

Is it a deal, Magnum?

It's a deal.

Good. Secondly,

I had a cable
from Robin Masters

last evening.

A Nobel Prize-winning poet

is coming in
day after tomorrow.

He needs
a quiet place to work

to write a verse trilogy
about the Hundred Years' War.

The guest house
would be perfect.

Don't you agree?

Well, I suppose

that I could sleep
on the patio or the beach.

Not at all.

You may have a small room
in the servants' wing.

May I have the camera,
Higgins?

My hands are clean.

Bear in mind

this is a very
delicate instrument.

Right.

If Miss Kona calls,

will you tell her
that I'm on my way, please?

Uh, don't you want to know
about the lenses?

The 80 mm, the wide-angle 50,
and the telephoto 150?

Not necessary,
old boy.

What advice
could you

possibly give
a real expert?

Shouldn't my cover-up
be draped and pinned

for maximum effect?

Ordinarily, but, uh,

Mr. Alex likes to try
something different.

Don't you, Mr. Alex?

Absolutely.

Take... take 'em off, giris.
Take them totally off.

Um, Lani, W-Wendy...

Wendy?
Uh, Wendy, would you...

l- lean just a... a wee bit
to your left?

What you need is a fan
to blow back our hair.

Uh, L-Lani, uh-huh,

would you lean
a... a little bit to... to your right?

Wouldn't a neutral background
help bring out

the colored patterns
in the swimsuit?

Uh, everybody uses neutral.

Mr. Alex likes
to get away from that.

Don't you, Mr. Alex?

Uh-huh.

Didn't you forget something?

We're not backlit.

Mr. Alex only goes
for the natural look.

This is natural?

Hold it.

I hope we're not
interrupting you.

Oh, not at all.

Uh, Mr. Alex was about
to take a creative break.

Uh, ladies,
this way, please.

Do you think
it was wise

to go ahead and schedule
the photo session?

Why not?

Jan feels we need additional
publicity pictures

for the Los Ángeles papers

to, uh, create interest
for our showing.

But so soon.

It was a blow
to all of us, Wayne, but we're still in business.

Mmm-hmm. Absolutely.

I'm Bart Lindsey,
Jan's partner.

This is Thomas Maxwell,
Mr. Alex's rep.

Pleased to meet you.

I'm sure you've
seen Alex's photos

in all the better
fashion magazines.

Cosmo, Harper's, Ephemeral.

Hmm. I'm sure I have.

I don't recall
drawin' up a contract.

Oh, it was
a verbal agreement.

This is our attorney,
Wayne Lochman.

We like to put
everything in writing.

It's the only way.

We're going out for coffee,
Mr. Maxwell.

Would you care to join us?

No, I've got work to do,

but thanks
for the nice invitation.

Now I can't wait
to see those pictures.

Neither can I.

I'll have a work contract
drawn up.

I hate verbal agreements.

So do I.

Mr. Alex,
I have got work to do,

so, uh, call me
if you want anything.

Sure.

What more could I want?

Uh, all right,
my pretties,

let's take pictures.

Okay, off with those
wraps, please.

And up on the ramp.

I didn't know
what I was looking for,

and I wasn't sure
I'd know when I found it.

But at least I did know
where to look.

Keep... keep circling.

Take root and heist 'em!

"Take root and heist 'em"?

Don't mouth off, or I'll put
another hole in your head.

I'm the chief security officer
of this building.

And I caught you red-handed.

You were ransacking
that desk.

Me? Ransacking?

You're gonna laugh

when I tell you what I was
really looking for.

Jelly beans.

No, wait.

I know that sounds weird,

but my photographer
suffers from low blood sugar.

He gets kind of irritable
and temperamental.

So I suddenly thought

I had to find
some jelly beans.

Just shut up
and face the wall.

No, wait, you don't...

I said, face the wall!

Ox, let him go!

I caught him going
through the desk.

He said he was looking
for jelly beans.

Jelly beans?

Yeah, uh, I was sure
that Jan said

there were some
in her office.

Uh, you're
in the wrong office.

My office is
down the corridor,

off the workroom.

Oh.

How embarrassing.

Come on.
Bye.

Anything missing?

Not that I can see.

Well, maybe he didn't find
what he was lookin' for.

Hurt?

No, it's cold.

To make it worse,
I drew a blank.

I'd hate to run into him
in a dark alley.

He's not so terrific
in a lit room.

Did you ever wonder
about the timing of all this?

Russell's killed
just as you're about to show your new designs.

Why now?

Only Bart
can answer that.

Unless Russell knew why
and put it down on paper.

You whistle
if Ox comes back.

I'm gonna go look
for jelly beans.

Oh, I-I'm s-sorry.

L... I didn't know this office
was being used.

Well, I'm Florence Russell.

I came to pick up
my husband's personal belongings.

Are you the photographer?

Uh, no. I'm his rep.

I heard they were
taking pictures today.

I know everybody else
around here.

Well, you... you have
my deepest sympathies, Mrs. Russell.

I never had the privilege
of meeting your husband

but everyone
I've talked to

says he was
a fine man.

Yes, he was.

Thank you.

Well, uh, I didn't mean
to intrude.

Uh, we were just
looking for a place

to keep our equipment.

It's all right.

There wasn't much
of Alan in this room.

Just spare
reading glasses,

a few photographs,
some letters.

You seem to have
a lot of paper in there.

Well, I cleaned everything
out of his desk.

Everything?
Yeah.

I'll go through it later.
At home.

You know, I could
drop this off for you.

It'd be
no trouble at all.

It's not necessary.
I have my own car.

Well, let me
give you a hand.

No, really,
it's all right.

You could open
the door for me.

Oh, yeah, sure.
Of course.

Thank you.

Okay, now move your head
a little bit to the right.

No, no, no, no.
Put it back the way it was.

See, I don't have time
for this anymore.

I've got to open for lunch
in another five minutes.

Turn around.
Put your hand in your pocket.

Good.

What's this
all about, anyway?

You latch on
to a camera,

you play photographer
for 30 minutes,

and right away you think
you're Skavullo.

Ska-who?

Never mind.
Are you done?

Almost.

Look up, look up,
look up.

A man's life
sure looks different through a camera.

Good.

It's like a new worid
has opened up for me.

Can't it open up
without me?

You know,
something's not right.

You need somethin',
you know,

to give you
a little more atmosphere.

You need to hold a gun.
You got a gun?

No, T.C.,
I don't have a gun.

How about a knife?

T.C.

Four minutes.

In four minutes
we open for lunch.

I hear ya,
I hear ya.

It's just that,
for the first time,

I- I-I'm...
I'm seein' the real you.

Like I'm finally seein'
the essence of the man.

No kiddin'?

What do you see?

I see a man

that is lean and mean.

Stick your
left leg out.

Lean and mean, huh?

Very together! Ha-ha!

That's good.

What do you mean, that's all?
That's it?

Well, you got
to open up for lunch.

Well, wait a minute.
We've still got a couple of minutes, T.C.

Yeah, well, I don't
want to be a nuisance.

Hey, if you're a nuisance
I'll tell you, okay?

Um, still want me
to hold the knife?

Uh, would you hold a gun?
You got a gun?

I'll be right back.

Hello, Higgins.

It's a nice place.
Is it yours?

Loosely speaking.

Oh, here's someone
I'd like you to meet.

Miss Kona,
this is Higgins.

He handles security
in this place,

and he does
a wonderful job.

Don't try to get around me
with such an obvious...

Kona?

That wouldn't be Jan Kona,
the designer, by any chance?

Yes, it is.

I understand your new
collection of beachwear

is quite superb.

Thank you.

Uh, Miss Kona will be
staying with us for a couple of days.

She has reason to believe
her life is in danger,

and I thought she would feel
much safer here with you.

And the guys.

Zeus and Apollo.

Apollo and Zeus.

Of course.

They're magnificent.

Yes, they are.

On behalf of Robin Masters,
it is a pleasure to offer you

the hospitality of his house,
Miss Kona.

Thank you.

I hate to be a bother,

but I really do
appreciate this.

You'll find the security here
most reliable.

Tonight, when you retire
to your bedchamber,

you can rest assured

your privacy will
not be disturbed.

By anyone.

You think Bart Lindsey's
out to kill her?

I don't know.

He sure had the motive
and the opportunity to kill Russell.

In fact, it would've been
easy for him to shoot Russell.

Cross the stage
behind the curtain,

come out the other side
during the applause.

See, I timed it out
while T.C. Was doing

one of the worst impressions
of a photographer I have ever seen.

This is great.
So that means this guy's runnin' around loose, then?

Oh, no, Jan's safe.

I left her
at the estate with Higgins.

And the dogs.

Well, so what's your
next move, Sherlock?

Oh.

Here's a list
of all the people

I met at the office.

Florence Russell,

Wayne Lochman,
Wendy Klein, Ox.

Ox? That's a name?

That's the security guard's
nickname.

I think his real name
is King Kong.

So, what am I supposed
to do with this?

Well, I would like you
to run the usual checks.

And see if anything
unusual pops up.

Like a possible motive
to kill Russell.

Then you're not sure
that this Lindsey guy knocked his partner off?

No, I'm
not 100 percent sure.

Well, then it could
have been Jan Kona.

No, l... I don't think so.

Yeah, it could've been.

This is outrageous.

How dare you roust
a guest from this house

at this hour of the morning.

Well, sir,
I'm Det. Kaio.

And I would like
to ask Miss Kona some questions.

Why don't you simply
call her on the phone at a reasonable hour?

That's all right, Higgins.
Thank you for your help.

I demand to know why

you want to question Miss Kona
at this ungodly hour.

It's part of a murder
investigation, sir.

What murder?

She already told
the police

all she knows
about Alan Russell.

Not Russell.
The other partner.

He was murdered last night.

Bart Lindsey?

I shall never forgive you
for this, Magnum. Never.

You brought her here
and begged me to take her in

against my better judgment.

Now I find I've been
harboring a murderess

here in Robin Masters' house.

Are you listening to me?

No.

I didn't feel like listening
to what everyone was saying

about the murders
and who committed them.

I just wanted to get away.

The problem was, I could
escape all the speculation,

but I couldn't run
away from my little voice.

Jan?

You all right?

Yeah.

May I ask
who you are?

I'm Thomas Magnum.

I'm a private investigator.
I'm working for Miss Kona.

Is that true?

Yes.

Uh, hold it a minute.
Miss Kona does not have an attorney present,

and I believe she has
the right to remain silent.

I don't want to remain silent.
There's some things I have to say.

Jan, under the circumstances,
I don't think...

I'm sorry. Certain things
have to be brought out into the open.

Well, I'm ready to listen
to anything you have to say.

Thank you.

Tell me,

why did you hire
a private investigator?

I thought Bart Lindsey
killed Alan,

and I was afraid
I was next.

Why would you
think that?

Jan, I think
you've said enough.

Now wait a minute.

Where were you
last night at 11:30,

when Mr. Lindsey
was killed?

She was here
at the estate.

Uh, I went for a walk
along the beach.

Well, I do that often
to clear my head.

No one saw you?

Um, Higgins may have
seen me leave the house around 11:00.

It was 10:52 p.m. Precisely.

Just hold it.

The bomb that blew up
Lindsey's car

could've been planted
at any time yesterday.

So where you were
isn't even relevant.

Now I suggest, Sergeant, that
unless you've got some kind of formal charge to make,

that Miss Kona
is free to go.

Oh, for now, maybe.

But don't plan
on leaving the island.

But I'm showing my designs
on the mainland...

Jan, he doesn't wanna
know about that now.

But I can't leave.
Let's just go for a drive.

We'll talk in the car.
Thank you, Sergeant.

Mr. Higgins.

We went to see Wayne Lochman.

It took him about 10 minutes

to chew Jan out
about what she had said,

but you could tell
his heart wasn't in it.

After all,
how could you yell at someone

who's lost her two partners
to murder?

I guess I was wrong
about Bart.

Well, survivor gets all
was the perfect motive

until you turned out
to be the survivor.

Then why were
Alan and Bart killed?

I don't know.

Maybe somebody
wants you to get it all.

Remind me not to send
a thank you note.

Or that the, uh, two killings

were done by different people,
with different motives.

What?

Jan, I think
we have to examine

all the possibilities.

Including there's
only one killer,

and it's me?

I didn't say that.

Thanks for the vote
of confidence.

My gut told me
Jan was innocent.

On the other hand,

logic said she
probably did it.

I hated logic.

Sometimes it really
gets in the way.

Jan,

come on.

It's too dangerous
out here.

Go away.

I don't believe
you killed them. Honest.

I've heard the stories
about myself.

Sure, I was ambitious.

I promoted myself
to Alan and Bart,

I took every opportunity
they gave me.

But I never went to bed
with either one of them.

Alan was my dearest friend.

I never liked Bart,
but I didn't kill him.

I wanted to be somebody.

It was finally
happening for me, and...

Come on.
Don't give up.

No matter how bad
things look,

we'll... we'll just
sort this out.

Don't worry.
Come on.

Don't worry.

My leads had gotten so slim

that I was forced
to start examining wreckage.

Fortunately I had T.C.
To help me out.

I just hoped we found
what we were looking for

before the police found us.

Bet that's it.

Give me a hand
with this, will ya?

Yeah, this is it.

Oh, wow.
Somebody really did a job on this.

Looks like it might've
been a nice car at one time, too.

Careful
what you touch.

I don't know
whether they finished going over it yet.

What do you think?

Looks good.

Mind if I drive around
the block a couple of times?

Come on, T.C.,
I need an expert opinion.

Doesn't this
remind you of Nam?

You mean the way Charlie Cong
used to booby-trap our jeeps?

No, I was thinkin'
the other way around.

The way we used to do it
with claymores.

Yeah, you're right.

I mean, look at the way
it blew straight up the steerin' column.

Oh, man.

Poor guy in the driver's seat
never had a prayer.

If you were in the market
for an APM these days, where would you shop?

On Oahu?
Yeah.

I don't know.

An Army or Marine
supply depot.

You still know
that supply sergeant with the Swiss bank account?

Yeah. I don't know
where there's much call

for anti-personnel mines
on the black market,

but if there is,

he's the one that can
tell me where to score.

If they catch me,
I'll lose my license.

I told you not
to touch anything.

There's something here.
Well, don't touch it.

You want me to put it back?

'Cause if I can't touch it,
I can't open it.

Touch it a little.

A gold watch and a wallet?

Lindsey could've
taken this to make

Russell's murder
look like a robbery.

Yeah, but he wouldn't hide it
under his own car.

You know, it must've been
placed there about the same time that mine was.

If Lindsey killed Russell,
who blew him away?

Yes?
It's us, T.M.

Come on in, guys.

What are you doing?

I am opening the front gates
for some guests.

Guests?
Whose guests?

Mine. Relax, Higgins.
It's just Rick and T.C.

Oh.

Speaking of guests,

may I remind you that
the Nobel Prize-winning poet

will arrive tomorrow morning
to occupy your premises?

Oh, yeah.

Higgins, could I, uh,
borrow some boxes

for my little move
to the servants' quarters?

Yes, of course.

And I would like to air out
the guesthouse

before he arrives.

It would help make up
for your part

in the police raid
of this morning,

if you would
clean out your closet

within the next half hour.

Thank you for all
the advance notice.

Don't mention it.

Thomas.

In the den.

Incidentally,

two filters are missing
from the camera equipment,

and the batteries
for the flash are totally dead.

Gee, I wonder why?

Perhaps your expert
could answer that.

Hey, Higgie baby.

Hello, Mr. Alex.

How's everything,
Higgins?

Splendid.

Well, you guys didn't come
here to talk to Higgins.

Rick, did you check
those names for me?

Yeah, but I had trouble
with the woman.

You only gave me
her married name... Rick.

Oh, all right.
Here it is.

Thanks. Uh, T.C.

I knew this investigative
business was easy,

else you wouldn't be in it.

You saw the man
and you got the word.

Right, and right again.

Well, what did
he say?

Oh.

Well, he said
that anyone in the know

could get an APM

by simply picking up
the telephone.

No questions asked. Hmm!

Uh-huh.

Take a look at the bottom
of that bio right there.

Jan's still at the office.
I got to get over there.

Rick, call
a Det. Sgt. Kaio

and tell him all
about this. Thanks.

Kaio.
Magnum!

What about your move?

Don't expect me
to pack for you.

I'm not your valet.

Hey, what's
going on here?

I don't know,
but Higgins is getting worse.

Tell me,

do you gentlemen
have a favorite charity?

Uh, yeah. Sure.

Yeah, we got a couple of 'em.
Why, Higgins?

I thought I might
donate some clothes

and other
miscellaneous belongings.

Oh.

Great.

Who's there?

Ox? Is that you?

I know somebody's here.

Florence!

Where do you think
you're going?

Hi. Remember me?

Yeah.

My dad gave me
a few words of advice

that I've always tried
to live by.

He said:

"Son, never throw a punch
at a redwood tree. "

Is Jan still in her office?

This building is closed.

It's not closed
if she's still here.

It is to you.

What about Mrs. Russell?

How'd you know
she was here?

Listen to me, Ox.
No foolin' around this time.

This is deadly serious.
I gotta get up there.

Why? Did you run out
of jelly beans?

Okay, fine, you can ride up
in the elevator with me.

You can watch me
the whole time. Let's go.

Florence.

L... l... I don't understand.
I really don't.

Why... why are you here
with that gun?

I grew up with guns.

I still have
the expert marksmanship medal

that my father gave me.

But... but... but why... why
do you want to shoot me?

Because you killed my Alan.

I can't stand pain
and violence. I hate it.

I love it.

No, wait!
Don't hit me, please.

That way out, clown.
I give up, okay?

Come on.
Okay!

I think this is broken.
Is this... is this bleeding?

Not yet.

You can't hide forever,
Jan, darling.

Jan? You all right?

Yes.

Why are you doing
this, Mrs. Russell?

She helped kill my husband.

That's a lie.

How do you know that?

I saw a letter
that Alan wrote

to the... the clothing
manufacturer

who wanted to buy the company.

And he rejected it,
but he explained

that all three partners
had to agree to a sale.

So you think that Lindsey
killed your husband

to sell the company?

And Jan.
They were in it together.

So you blew Lindsey up
with a claymore mine.

How did you know that?

Found out that your father
was a colonel in Army ordnance

and that you worked
in the supply depot

as a secretary
until two years ago.

Wasn't too hard
to put together.

They... they were lovers.

They... they tried
to kill my Alan.

I heard that Jan
was getting it on

with both partners.

That's not true!

We had
a... a beautiful marriage.

He was never unfaithful.
Never.

If that much wasn't true,
why not the rest?

Yeah, Lindsey killed
your husband,

but he was planning
to kill Jan, too.

You're wrong about her.

You weren't listening.

No, let her be alone.
How are you?

Oh, it's only
a flesh wound.

I always wanted
to say that.

Here,
put that on there.

Oh, but the truth is
it hurts like crazy.

It's all right.
Come on.

Take root and heist 'em!

Well, what do you think?
That's Rick all right.

The essence of the man.

Absolutely. What're you
going to do with it?

Well, I figure
I'll have it blown up, put it in a big chrome frame,

and then give it to Rick
for his birthday or somethin'.

Oh, I'm sure
he'll be very touched.

Yeah. I thought it would look
real good in his office.

You know,
above his desk.

That way everybody
could see it.

He'll want that.

Uh, I'll see you later,
Mr. Alex.

All right.
Take it easy, man.

Hey, Higgins.

Uh, hello, Magnum.

Where are you going?

Uh, the Cumberlands
are, uh, sponsoring a tea

for the Britannic
Seaman's Fund.

Oh, that's right.

That's one of your charities,
isn't it?

I happen to be the chairman
of the Honolulu chapter, yes.

Gee, that makes me feel
all the worse.

What do you mean?

Well, it's Sunday.

And we made that deal
about the car.

You know, you get it Saturday
and I get it Sunday.

See here, Magnum.

The starter's out on the Audi
and I'm late as it is.

Boy,

that makes me feel
awful, Higgins,

because I know
your sense of honor

won't let you back out
on that deal.

Magnum, you have no intention
of using this car today.

Why don't you take the truck?

I can't drive up
to the Cumberlands'

in a pickup truck.

Oh, of course.

Well, I tell you what,
Higgins.

I tell you what,

why don't we just forget
about the whole deal?

That way I can
loan you the car

in good conscience.

That's quite decent
of you, Magnum.

Of course, that also means
that that poet,

the one writing
the verse trilogy of the Hundred Years' War,

will have to find
another place to write.

Magnum.

You know, it would look
very funny,

the chairman
of the Britannic Seaman's Fund

showing up in a truck.

Agreed.

Well, have a nice tea,
Higgins.

And watch those crumpets.

Ta.

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