All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s07e09 Novel Connection.eng

Sorry, lady.

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

He was shot in the back
by this drugstore cowboy.

Do you have
a ballistics match?

Of course he doesn't.

Magnum's bail has
been set at $100,000.

I already kind of figured out that
your killer's the psychiatrist.

I have no idea why
Magnum shot him.

What do you mean shush?
What are you doing here?

Enjoy your vacation.

Our climate doesn't
agree with everyone.

Our negotiations are almost
settled. Why would he wanna kill me?

Give me the jewels now.

Wait!

Don't come any closer.

Previously on Magnum, P.I.

Jonathan Higgins had met
three ladies at the airport.

Joan Fulton, her secretary
Amy Salyer

and an old friend of mine,
Pamela Bates.

Somebody just tried
to kill us.

Miss Salyer?

A man following Amy was spotted
by a private investigator,

Thomas Magnum.

I think Amy could be
in real trouble.

What a brilliant deduction.
That was the police.

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

That was Pamela Bates on the phone
just now. Her sister's missing.

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

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

I told you I don't.

Joan's husband had
died three months ago

and left her
with a business to run.

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

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

Until her what gets here?

Higgins hasn't told you?

She's here.

There had been
some misunderstanding.

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

saying that someone
was trying to kill her,

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

Oh, my God.
J.B. Fletcher.

I'd like to invite you all over to my
place as I'm having a little cocktail party.

I have a colorful past,
Jessica,

with enemies who might well
deploy a professional assassin

to take their vengeance on me.

Look out! Get down!

Guys like Mayfield only look
people up for one reason.

Mr. Magnum was convinced

Mayfield had a contract
to kill one of the ladies.

Apparently he was right.

Jessica, please,
stay behind me.

We all heard two shots,

but Mr. Mayfield was found
shot in the back,

and unarmed.

Freeze! You're under arrest.

Murder One? Come on,
Lieutenant, he shot at me first!

With what, Magnum?
He was unarmed

and he was shot in the back.

You think I did it?

I think you should stop
showing up at murder sites.

Anyway,
what I think doesn't count.

This is not my case.

I've been here most of the
night, it's almost daybreak.

What, if not your case,
whose case is it?

You don't wanna know.

It's all over, Magnum.
No more cutting corners.

No more palsy-walsy.

You stepped in this one real
good. It's all over your shoes.

We're filing charges and I'm
gonna handle it personally.

Captain,
didn't you read my statement?

Mayfield fired at me,
I fired back.

Excuse me, I don't want
to interrupt anything,

but I couldn't
help overhearing.

Who the hell are you, lady?

Jessica Fletcher.
I was at the party.

I was just waiting
to make my statement.

You see, Mr. Magnum
has this theory

that Paul Mayfield was
hired to kill someone.

Some sort of a contract.

But someone got to him first.
Which means...

Mrs. Fletcher, thank you, but
maybe I better handle this myself.

Captain... Paul Mayfield checks
out to be a blue-ribbon citizen.

He was a guest at the party.
He was unarmed

and he was shot in the back
by this drugstore cowboy.

Do you have
a ballistics match?

Of course he doesn't.

And what about a motive?
Why would I?

The slug hit his spine and splattered,
but we do know that it was a. 45,

which is exactly what Magnum was
holding in his hot little hand.

And I was holding the gun
because I'd been shot at!

Captain Browning, how much do
you know about Paul Mayfield?

Enough. He owned property, he paid
taxes and he was a guest at the party.

Which is more than
I can say about some people.

He was there to
fulfill a contract.

Oh, yeah, some sort
of hired killer, huh?

Who hired him?
Who was he supposed to kill?

Well, we're not
quite sure of all that yet...

We? Captain, let me give
it to you one more time

Mayfield fired at me first
from beside the shed!

So how is it we could
not find Mayfield's gun?

We went over the place
with metal detectors.

What we got was
two. 45-caliber shells.

Same manufacturer
as in your clip,

and everybody
heard two shots.

That's a wrap.

Lieutenant,
lock him up now.

Mrs. Fletcher,
where's Higgins?

Look, I'm gonna need someone to bail me out.

Oh, is that so? Oh, don't hold your
breath waiting for the bail hearing.

Sometimes
the paperwork gets misplaced.

Sometimes
we even lose prisoners.

Don't worry.
I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Jessica.
Magnum isn't with you?

He's being booked.
They're holding him.

But surely
they can't believe...

Captain Browning
apparently does.

I've noted that the Captain

seems to have some sort of
personal animosity toward Magnum.

Oh, I agree with you.

I mean, with Captain Browning,
it all seems to be very personal.

What is going on?
Jessica.

A change of plans.

Jessica, there you are!

I packed your things for you.

Oh, yes,
I know that I said

we'd be leaving this morning, Pamela, but...

Well, since Robin isn't coming, we're
moving to the Royal Hawaiian Hotel.

There's more to do.

Mrs. Fulton phoned
and told me to pack.

Oh, but do you
think that's safe?

Jessica, that man is dead.

Jonathan explained it
all to me.

Amy, come on,
there are more hat boxes.

Just what did you explain,
Jonathan?

That I'm still of the opinion
that I was Mr. Mayfield's target.

You do recall our
conversation about it, I trust?

Oh, yes, you intimated that you'd
sewn a few dragons' teeth in your day.

But why would he
suddenly pick now

to settle old scores, unless, of course,
you did something recently to provoke him?

More likely, he's simply a hired
gun. Another may replace him.

The ladies will probably
be safer at the hotel.

And I need to devote my attention
to securing Magnum's bail.

Jonathan, if I read
Captain Browning correctly,

I'm afraid that bail hearing
may be somewhat delayed.

Then he may need
more help than he realizes.

Mrs. Fletcher...

Jessica,

could you see your
way clear to help him?

I would consider it
a great personal favor.

Well, I don't know
what I could really do.

But you will try?
Oh, yes, of course.

But what's troubling me is that I
don't know what this is all about.

I mean, what if one of those
ladies is still in danger?

Then we must consider,
however remotely,

the possibility that Mayfield is
not a specter from my darker days.

What do you suggest?

Well, I think that you should get
the ladies checked into the hotel.

And after I've washed my face and changed,

would you kindly drop me
by Jason Bryan's place?

Certainly.

If you'll wait here,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Mr. Bryan is on the telephone.
I'll tell him that you're here.

Thank you.

That's interesting.

Mrs. Fletcher!

Mr. Bryan. I was just admiring
your lovely tropical flowers.

Good morning, Mrs. Fletcher.

I'm sorry I wasn't able
to receive you immediately,

but this distressing
business yesterday,

I'm afraid it's
disrupted my schedule.

Is there something
I can do for you?

Actually, I was wondering
if Joan might be here.

Mrs. Fulton?
No, I haven't seen her.

Mrs. Fulton?

I was under the impression that
you two were closer than that.

Not that I'm a prude about
these things, you understand.

I mean, where she spends her nights

is her own business.

Yes, I certainly agree.

Sorry to disappoint you,
Mrs. Fletcher,

but Joan and I
are only friends.

Oh, yes, of course. It was
silly of me to infer otherwise.

It was so thoughtful of you
to invite her to your party

and her secretary,
and on such short notice.

There's nothing
unusual in that.

Well, of course not.

Oh, it must have been a terrible
shock when your other friend...

I think his name
was Paul Mayfield, was shot.

Mayfield was not a friend of
mine. I'd never even met him.

Oh, how strange to invite
someone that you didn't even know.

The police mentioned that
he was on your guest list.

I am in public relations.

Arranging parties is
part of my business.

Oh, I see. You arrange
parties for someone else.

A client perhaps?

I've already told the police I
didn't know this Paul Mayfield.

I have no idea why
Magnum shot him.

Well, then you have nothing
to worry about, do you?

I don't know what you want, Mrs.
Fletcher, but I can't help you.

Oh, you already have,
Mr. Bryan.

Take a look at this,
Captain.

It's a 9
- mm shell case. And I found it in the shed.

Mayfield was killed
with a. 45.

Yes, but it proves that
Mayfield shot at Magnum.

Captain.

Did you find the other gun?

Well, no, but...
Well, neither did we.

Because there was no other
gun. Mayfield was unarmed.

Magnum fired twice,
once into Mayfield's back.

We found
the two. 45 shell casings.

The same two shots
that everybody else heard.

Mrs. Fletcher, keep your
nose out of police business!

I would like to
talk to Mr. Magnum.

No visitors. That's policy.

Whose policy?

My policy.

Captain, I wouldn't
dream of asking you

to bend your personal
policy for me.

But a friend of mine
in Washington

asked me to call the Governor while
I was here, just a friendly chat.

And I intend to
compliment the Governor

on the personal attention

that you give to
police department policy.

The name is Browning,
isn't it?

It's about time
somebody got here

to bail me out.

When they said I had a visitor,
I thought it'd be Higgins

with the bail or an attorney,

but I guess it doesn't really matter
as long as you're here to get me out.

You're not here
to post bail.

Nobody can post bail
until there's a hearing.

Apparently there's some
delay with the paperwork.

Paperwork!

While they're out
wasting time on paperwork,

I could be
looking for evidence.

I found it, Mr. Magnum.

I mean, there must be
some kind of... Found what?

The shell casing from Mayfield's gun, 9
- mm,

when he shot at you.

Really?

That's great.

What a fantastic
piece of luck.

Yes. It must have flown
through the window of the shed

when it was ejected
from Mayfield's gun.

What were you doing
in Jason Bryan's shed?

Well, you told me
that Mr. Mayfield

was standing beside the shed
when he fired at you.

It was
a logical place to look.

Oh, yeah, that's logical.

I had a hunch
it might be there myself.

Of course,
the important thing is

that it proves that Mayfield
fired the other shot.

Except...

Except?

Except, the police found
two. 45 shell casings.

But I did have a very
interesting chat with Jason Bryan.

He practically admitted

that he had arranged that
party at someone else's request.

Would you have any idea
who that might be?

Well, Amy went
to the offices of Paclsle.

That's where I first picked
up Mayfield tailing her.

But the interesting link
is Arthur Houston.

I'm sure you've already
thought of that.

Arthur Houston?

Yeah. He owns Paclsle. Has his
fingers in all kinds of things.

He was at Jason's party.
You were talking to him.

Oh, yes, yes. Of course!
I remember.

Well, I'll have
to have a chat with him.

I'm not so sure
that's a good idea.

We don't know anything about
this guy, he could be dangerous.

You could get hurt.

As a professional, if you
were out, what would you do?

Well, I'd talk to Arthur
Houston and get some answers.

Well, Mr. Magnum,
since you can't, I will.

Okay.

One more thing
before you leave.

Please tell Higgins
to bail me out.

Yes, of course.

Well, Mrs. Fletcher, what did you
want to see me about that's so urgent?

Mr. Houston,
I'm very worried

about a young friend of mine,
Amy Salyer.

Who?
Amy Salyer.

I'm afraid that she may
be in some kind of trouble.

No.

I don't believe I know her.

I thought perhaps
she might be in your employ?

No.

No Salyer works in
any of my companies.

She was seen
leaving your offices.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

That was the girl that the police
were making inquiries about.

I thought they found her.

Oh, yes, she turned up.

But when she left your office,
someone was following her.

But why have you come to me?
I've never met her.

Oh, but you do know her, Mr.
Houston. She was at your party.

And the curious thing
is that the man

who was following her was
also on the guest list.

The man who was killed.

I'm afraid you're confused,
Mrs. Fletcher.

That was Jason Bryan's party.

Mr. Bryan gave me the impression
that the party was arranged

at your request.

Well, if that's what he told
you then Mr. Bryan is mistaken.

Then Paul Mayfield's name wouldn't
be on your list of employees either?

No, I didn't
suppose that it would be.

I'm afraid that I can't spare
you any more time, Mrs. Fletcher.

Enjoy your vacation.
But make it brief.

Our climate doesn't
agree with everyone.

Jessica. I've been
looking for you.

Is something wrong?

Perhaps we should
talk inside.

I've made
a distressing discovery.

Mr. Masters' gun cabinet
has been broken into

and a valuable weapon
is missing.

A handgun used for
researching his first novel.

A.45 automatic?

How did you know?

Just an educated guess.

A silencer is gone as well.

I've no idea
when the theft occurred.

With the excitement
of the past few days,

I'm afraid I've been remiss
in checking the cabinet.

Jonathan, another. 45
with a silencer

could account for the fact
that only two shots were heard

when Mayfield was killed.

Mayfield shot at Magnum.

A 9-mm shell case
that I found...

Magnum's shot.

And the shot that was fired into
Mayfield's back muffled with the silencer.

Of course.

The second.45 shell casing the police found.

Jonathan,
you know what this means?

Surely,
you're not suggesting

one of those
charming ladies...

Who else was there?

Well, Jason Bryan,
of course.

Jessica...
Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't realize...

Well, if I'm
interrupting anything...

Oh, my goodness, no.
Come on in.

Was there something
that you wanted?

I was wondering
if you'd seen Amy.

No, I haven't.
Have you seen her, Jonathan?

Her room's across the hall.

Perhaps she doesn't
want to be interrupted.

Well, I only wanted
to return her cookbook.

Cookbook?
Yes.

The one she bought and wrapped
so prettily for her Aunt Grace.

She wanted me to
keep it for her, but I...

Oh, what pretty paper.

Oh, it's very light for a
book, maybe it was for dieters.

And it rattles.

It's not a book.

It's some kind of case.

Extraordinary.

These appear to be
exceptionally fine jewels.

If I'm not mistaken,
they are.

I'll thank you to
return my property, please.

Amy, dear, I think you owe us
some kind of an explanation.

On the contrary,
I think you owe me one.

When I give you a package to keep
for me, I don't expect you to open it.

Well, apparently
secretaries are paid

a great deal more
than they were in my day.

I think I should
have a chat with her.

Royal Hawaiian Hotel,
may I help you?

Yes, please hold.

Telephone call
for Joan Fulton.

Joan Fulton,
please go to a house phone.

You have a call
for Joan Fulton?

Since you were kind
enough to answer the page,

perhaps we could conduct our
business in person, Mrs. Fulton.

The jewels are mine,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, then I advise you to
put them in the hotel safe.

They were left to me by my
grandmother when she died.

Amy, a man has been killed.

A man Magnum says
was following you.

Now, if you're in some kind
of trouble, perhaps I can help.

Well, all right, I suppose
I owe you an explanation.

I've run away
from my husband.

I couldn't deal with it
anymore. And I had to get away.

And are you
filing for a divorce?

Divorce?

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher,
you don't know Victor.

He's possessive
to the point of madness.

He threatened to kill me
if I ever left him.

That man who was killed, I
thought Victor had sent someone

to find me and
to bring me back.

Why didn't you tell us?

I told Pamela.

She got me the job
as Joan's secretary, but...

I mean, Pamela
doesn't understand.

She thinks it's
a lover's quarrel.

Poor Pamela. I mean,
she's only trying to help

and only
making things worse.

But you didn't
tell Pamela about the jewels?

No, I...

I thought they'd
be safer if no one knew.

They're all I've got to start
over and make a new life.

I'm curious about
one other thing.

Why did you go to Paclsle?

Joan sent me there
to drop off an envelope.

For Arthur Houston?

Yes, but I didn't know what
was in it. It was sealed.

I mean, after all, that's
what she was paying me for.

But why didn't you
tell this to Mr. Magnum?

Joan said it was extremely
confidential and I was to tell no one.

And then when I saw that man
following me, I...

I just panicked.

Mrs. Fletcher,

I have some errands
I have to do for Joan.

Yes, of course.

Amy, there's someone
here to see you.

Amy.

How could you
do this to me?

Victor,
how did you find...

Amy!

Apparently she doesn't
want to see you just now.

I'm Jessica Fletcher.

You must be
Amy's husband?

Victor Salyer, Mrs. Fletcher.

Poor Amy, she must be more
embarrassed than upset.

I've been so worried.
But, you see,

she left without a word,
not even a note.

Then how did you
know that she was here?

A friend saw her, telephoned.

Look, I know that I'm not the
easiest person to live with,

but, you see,
I love her very much.

I just want her to know that
I'll forgive her anything,

if only she'll
come back to me.

Love, honor and forgive?

They ought to
change the vows.

I really must see her.
She's still my wife.

Mr. Salyer,
Amy is really very upset.

I suggest that you wait,
call her tomorrow.

Maybe you're right.

Look, I wanna thank you
for being so kind to her.

You know,
if Amy doesn't want him...

I've just come from
the attorney's office.

The good news is
that there's been a hearing.

And the bad news?

Magnum's bail has
been set at $100,000.

Oh, dear.

Jonathan,
I must talk to Magnum.

Joan,
would you keep an eye on Amy?

Perhaps it's better
if she's not left alone.

You haven't talked
to Robin, yet? Why?

I thought he was coming
from Greece straight to here?

Yes, so did I.

You can't reach him.

He's in hiding, isn't he?
He doesn't want to come home

and be bossed around by his
dear friend Pamela Bates.

I have left him a message that she has left
the estate and that you are in dire need.

Good. Well, that's settled.

Now we can get back to the real
problem. Who killed Paul Mayfield?

Okay.

The missing. 45
and the silencer

at least tell us
how he was killed.

Which leaves us with the who.

As I see it, Jason Bryan had an
opportunity in all the confusion...

If Amy stole the diamonds, that would
explain why Mayfield was following her.

That was good work, Higgins.

Actually, it was Jessica
who discovered the diamonds.

Oh.

And I'm not sure that the diamonds
have got anything to do with it.

Amy told me that the diamonds were
left to her by her grandmother.

And you believed her?

Magnum.

Well... I mean,
come to think of it,

I can see how you might.

It's kind of like the plots
of one of your novels, right?

Which one?

Was it...
No, it's not that one.

Yeah, I remember.

Magnum, it was
the only one I sent you.

Do you mean
you actually read it?

Of course I read it.
At least most of it.

You didn't finish it?

Oh, no,
I'm going to finish it,

but I already kind of figured out
that your killer's the psychiatrist.

Actually, it was the lawyer.

There we go, ma'am. Anything
else you need, just let us know.

Actually, there is something.

I was wondering if I could
arrange for a massage.

Sure, ma'am. Just call
the concierge desk

and they'll make an
appointment with a masseuse.

You seem to have strong,
sensitive hands.

Joan,
I was just looking for Amy.

Thank you very much, ma'am.

Don't mention it.

Towels. They never give
you enough towels.

I thought Amy might
be in here with you.

Well, I tried to find her,
but she's not in her room.

Joan, I think it's time that
you and I had a serious talk.

I know.
You're going to tell me

I have to stop flirting
with every man on the island.

Jessica, when it comes to
grieving, I already gave.

Amy told me that she'd gone to
see Arthur Houston at your request.

Hmm.

She wasn't supposed to tell
anyone. But, yes, that's true.

Why?

I don't know that
it's any of your business.

Look, Jessica, when my husband
died, he left me the business.

Electronics. We hold some
valuable patents.

I'm negotiating with Arthur
Houston to sell the company.

And Jason Bryan
is the middleman?

You are quick.

Would Arthur Houston have any
reason to want to kill you?

Kill me?
I don't think so.

Our negotiations are almost
settled. Why would he wanna kill me?

I don't know.
But I think that

Paul Mayfield worked
for Arthur Houston.

But Mayfield is dead.
That's all over.

Isn't it?

No, I'm afraid
it's not finished yet.

Sorry, lady,
you can't go in there.

What are you doing here?

I was hoping to
speak to Mr. Houston.

Yeah, well, that is
going to be a problem.

Oh, my goodness, in the back.

Like Mr. Mayfield.

Same m. O., same. 45,
same killer.

You may very well
be right, Captain Browning,

but it couldn't
have been Mr. Magnum

since you've so thoughtfully
provided him with an alibi

by holding him in jail.

Magnum made bail
a couple of hours ago.

He couldn't have
wasted much time either.

'Cause we figure Houston's
only been dead about an hour.

Oh, no. Captain Browning...

We've even got his cap.

Right next to his body.

Oh, how careless of him. Or should
I say, how convenient for the killer?

Captain Browning,

a. 45 automatic
with a silencer

was stolen from
Robin Masters' gun cabinet.

Don't you see, someone is
trying to frame Mr. Magnum?

Sure, I see.

The. 45 that Magnum used
to kill Mayfield

we're holding down
in our evidence room.

So it figures, he knew
where to find another one.

But we've got
the slug this time.

When we find the piece,
we have a match.

Now,

you never did tell me what you
wanted to see Houston about.

Well, you see, I think

that there may be a connection
between Arthur Houston and...

And what?

Nothing.

Anything I say,
you'll just twist around

and use against
Mr. Magnum, too.

Lieutenant,
pick up Magnum again.

And give Mrs. Fletcher
a ride back to her hotel.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Stubborn, impossible man.

Who are you?

What do you mean shush?
What are you doing here?

Well,
I thought we could talk.

Well, you could've knocked.

Well, I did, but I guess you didn't
hear me with the water running.

Oh, I see, so you
just let yourself in.

How do you propose to conduct your
little conference? With me in the tub?

Well, no.
I would've waited,

but I couldn't just
stand around out in the hall.

Well?

Nice robe.

Well, I suppose
we're even, Mr. Magnum.

My friends call me Thomas.

And I'm Jessica.

I finished your book,
Jessica.

Now, I would've thought Dashiell
Hammett was more my style,

but I really like the way
your mind works.

Well, I'll take that
as a compliment.

You know the police
are looking for you.

Well, they're not gonna find
me. Not till I get some answers.

What've they got?

Mr. Houston was
shot in the back.

Probably with that.45 that was
taken from Mr. Masters' gun cabinet.

And someone thoughtfully placed
your baseball cap next to the body.

My Detroit Tigers cap?

How do they know it was mine?

When did you have it last?

Well, I was wearing it

the day that everybody
arrived at the estate.

Well, I haven't been able to put
all the pieces together yet, but...

Thomas, if someone
took your cap then,

before Mr. Mayfield
was killed...

Then whoever that was, was
already planning to kill Houston.

And pinning it on you.

Somebody's real mad at me.

Or using you.

First things first, though.

Where were you
when Mr. Houston was killed?

When was he killed?

Captain Browning said it was
an hour after you made bail.

Oh, great!

I went to the estate to see
Higgins, but nobody was there.

Unless the dogs
can vouch for me.

Look, Mrs. Fletcher...
Jessica,

I appreciate all you've done for
me, but this is getting dangerous.

Yes, I've noticed that.

But I can't just sit by when one of
these ladies may be still in danger.

I don't suppose I could talk
you into leaving this to me?

No, I didn't think so.

Well, don't let me
keep you from your bath.

Oh, Jessica,
come join us.

Hello, Mr. Bryan.

I hope I'm not
interrupting anything.

I just bumped into Jason.
It's nothing private.

We were just talking about
the news. It's quite a shock.

Oh, yes, it must have been a
terrible shock for you, Mr. Bryan.

I presume there was
a commission involved

if the deal had
gone through.

I'm sure I don't know what you're
talking about, Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, dear, now I am confused.

Joan had told me
that you were the middleman

in Mr. Houston's offer
for her company.

So she told you.

She didn't make it very
easy for me, I can tell you.

She thinks she's a very tough
business woman, but she blew it.

I would have had this
all wrapped up weeks ago,

without her even coming over,

if she hadn't kept
raising her price.

Well, perhaps she was shrewder
than you gave her credit for.

If you ladies will excuse
me, I have an appointment.

I had no idea.

I thought he and Joan...

Well, you know.

I guess I'm just
a hopeless romantic.

I never seem to get it right.

Take Amy and her husband.

You never mentioned
that you'd known them.

Oh, I didn't.

But you must have
known them, Pamela.

Amy told me
that you helped her

to obtain the job
as Joan's traveling secretary.

Well, I only knew them
casually.

I mean,
Amy told me that she was

having a difficult patch
with her husband

and she wanted to
get away for a while.

But then she seemed so
unhappy when she got here.

I just picked up
the phone and...

Well, I...

I suppose I really shouldn't
have interfered.

Oh, Jessica,
I was only trying to help.

Amy? Is anyone here?

What are you doing?

Oh! Amy, you startled me.

I noticed that
the door had been forced

and I was calling security, but the
phone has been yanked out of the wall.

He's been here.
Yes, I can see that.

The jewels?
No, I had them with me.

Oh, Amy,
that's not very wise.

Mrs. Fletcher's right, Amy.

Not very wise at all.

You know it's very dangerous carrying
around something that valuable.

Why don't you
just let me keep them for you?

Victor, you can
have everything else.

I'm afraid there
isn't anything else.

I've had a bit
of bad luck lately.

So, you see,
I really must have them.

Mr. Salyer...

I advise you to stay out of this
little domestic squabble, Mrs. Fletcher.

So often it's the innocent
bystander who gets hurt.

Amy.

No! They're mine.

This was very effective
in opening the door.

I'll bet it's just
as good at opening a head.

Give me the jewels now.

Wait!

Don't come any closer.

There's somebody behind you.

Please, Mrs. Fletcher,
not that old turkey.

Make another move
at your own peril, Salyer.

Jonathan, are you all right?

Just a flesh wound.

Oh, you were magnificent!

Heaven knows what
would have happened

if you hadn't turned up
when you did, Jonathan.

Hold still.

Fortunately, I was following
Amy at Magnum's request.

Following me? Why?

Well, perhaps Mr. Magnum thought
you might need some protection,

considering what
you were carrying around.

I'm ever so grateful,
Mr. Higgins.

I was a fool not to take
your advice, Mrs. Fletcher,

about putting
the jewels in the vault.

I've learned my lesson.

Would you
please do it for me?

Put them in the vault?
I hate to impose, but I...

I think they'd be safer
if you carried them.

Yes, of course.
I'm flattered by your trust.

Well, I'm going across to
my room and pack my things.

I'm not gonna stay here
a moment longer.

And then we'll
go down together.

She's really quite charming.

I couldn't bring myself to tell
her why I was really following her.

Magnum thought she might
attempt to sell the jewels.

Speaking of Thomas...
Mr. Magnum,

you weren't able to reach Mr.
Masters about the bail, were you?

No, it wasn't necessary.
Joan posted the bail.

I didn't even
know she'd done it.

I suspect she had
hopes that Magnum

would find some suitable
way of showing his gratitude.

Perhaps her infatuation
will ease

when she learns that he's a fugitive
and the bail has been revoked.

I'm afraid the whole island knows by now.

Yes.

Well, I'd best keep a
lookout for Victor Salyer.

Damn.

We still might catch her in
the lobby. Coming, Jessica?

No. No, you go ahead.

Oh, Miss, I wonder if you
could help me?

I seem to have
locked my key in my room.

Actually, I'm working my way through
college. Every little bit helps.

Most people don't even
tip the maid.

Oh, yes, and thank you.

Let me help you look.

No, no, that's all right.

No, no, no,
that's quite all right.

Oh, no trouble.

No, no, please don't!

I just remembered, I think I must have
left it down on the beach somewhere.

I'll get you another one.

Oh, no!
Please, please don't.

I will stop by the desk
on my way down.

Thank you so much.

Gee, thanks.

Oh, Mrs. Fulton.

Your key, Mrs. Fulton.

The maid just called and
said you'd lost yours.

Thank you.

Oh, Joan,
you startled me. I...

I couldn't find my aspirin.

Pamela must have mislaid them
when she was packing for me.

I just came over to borrow
yours. The maid was here.

I didn't think you'd mind.

Apparently the maid had the
impression that you were me,

which accounts for
the mix-up about the key.

Oh, my goodness, you're
all packed. You're leaving?

In a couple of hours.

I had one small detail
to dispose of before I leave.

Yes, you'd have to dispose
of a gun and a silencer

before going through
airport security.

Jessica, what a fanciful
imagination you have.

Not really, Joan.

It had to be you.

According to the newspapers, it
was Magnum who killed them both.

Yes, and you even left his
cap next to Mr. Houston's body.

That was effective,
but it was a mistake.

How a mistake?

I mean, assuming for a moment
that your little fantasies

about me are true.

You took Magnum's cap
before Mayfield was killed.

Which means that
you intended to kill

Arthur Houston from the very
beginning and pin it on Magnum.

That's a very
inventive theory.

I had to ask myself.

Why would you want
to pin it on Magnum

when he was in jail
with an alibi?

I mean, that wouldn't work.

So you made sure that he
was out by posting his bail.

It was you Mr. Mayfield
wanted to kill at the party.

And why would
Mayfield want to kill me?

Possibly because you wouldn't sell
your business to Arthur Houston?

Jason Bryan said
that you were

particularly difficult
in the negotiations.

I built that company
even more than my husband.

And now that he's gone, I
have a chance in my own right

to take it public,
to make something of it.

I told Houston
I didn't want to sell.

He thought I was negotiating.

And then the subtle threats.

I came here to settle it,
once and for all.

And then that car
nearly ran us off the road.

And that is when you realized
that Arthur Houston was behind it.

I couldn't be sure,
but I was frightened.

And then Magnum got
a line on Mayfield.

My God,

Houston had
put out a contract on me.

If I wouldn't sell,
he'd buy from my executors.

You must have been frantic.

Frantic?

I was angry.

Really angry.

I realized there's only one way
to deal with a man like that.

You could have
gone to the police.

What could they have done?
Even if they believed me.

One day there'd be another
accident and Houston would have won.

No,
I wasn't gonna let Houston

or anybody else have what
I've spent my life building.

It was deceptively easy.

Men always underestimate me.
The secret of my success.

So you took the. 45 from the
gun cabinet at the estate.

My husband insisted that
I learn to handle firearms.

Part of our
executive security training.

And with a silencer
and shooting in the back.

I suppose it's
not too difficult

if you've got
the stomach for it.

If I hadn't gotten Houston, he
would have sent someone else.

Call it self-preservation.

It's one of those
economic principles

they don't teach
you at business school.

I'm really sorry
it all had to land on Magnum.

It was nothing personal,
strictly business.

And now you've become
a dangerous liability.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to write you off

and debit Mr. Magnum's
account again.

Put it down, Joan.

Do you always
make such dramatic entrances?

Well, I would have used the
front door, but thanks to Joan,

my picture seems to be
circulating all over town.

That was pretty smart

leaving me a message from
Higgins to go to the estate

so I wouldn't have an alibi while
you were taking care of Houston.

Put the gun down, Joan.
It's over.

Since you don't seem to have yours
with you, I don't think I will.

I'd have thought that a professional
PI would at least bring a gun.

It's private investigator.
And you know

the police have my gun.
But I called them.

They're gonna
be here any minute.

Why would you call the police
when it's you they're looking for?

That's exactly why
I called them.

Because they're
looking for me.

I don't believe you.
You're bluffing.

Open up! Police!

Freeze, sucker!

Wait! Will you cut it out? He said freeze!

Captain,
this isn't the way it looks.

I think
I can explain everything.

No, I think I better explain.

Well, Thomas, in a way
you did call the police.

I mean, I'm gonna
keep this as a souvenir.

I guess while I was
hanging around the balcony,

somebody recognized me
and turned me in.

But I want you to know

that if Browning hadn't
shown up...

Well, I still had
everything under control.

Oh, yes.

Hey,

I wanna thank you for straightening
things out with Browning

and getting
my license reinstated.

Do you really know the Governor personally?

Well, he's a friend
of a friend.

Well,

I have to admit,
I did kind of get

a kick out of watching Browning
bulldoze over Victor Salyer.

Yes, and it turned out the
jewels did belong to Amy.

With Victor arrested,
she's finally free of him.

Higgins? I guess
I forgot to tell you

I already offered to take
Jessica to the airport.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm taking Jessica to the
airport and that's the end of it.

Well, I don't mind. Really.

Magnum...

Well, couldn't we all go?

Unless you needed to
discuss something with her.

Privately.

Well, actually,
I was hoping to discuss...

I mean, that is to say, I...

I was considering taking my annual
holiday in New England this year.

And I... I thought

that perhaps you could
recommend some restaurants.

I'll put the bags in the car.

So, Jessica,

what do you say
we make a deal?

If you don't take out a private
investigator's license...

Yes?

I won't buy a typewriter.

Deal.

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