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I get visions. I actually see
what's going to occur.

I saw my own murder,
and you were in it.

It's not me.
It's you who's killed.

The only chance
we have of altering the outcome of your vision

is to confront it.

It's happening.

Laura!

Oh, my God!

It's not
what it looks like.

It looks like you're hosting
the telethon instead of me.

Don't be silly, Higgins.
I'm just in charge of security.

I know that, you know that,
but the rest of the world

thinks that you're
Chairman of the Society

for the Preservation
of the Trisected Paolo Worm!

You wouldn't know
a trisected paolo worm if it bit you!

They bite?

No, they don't bite!

They live in coral.
That's just my point.

What is?

That no reporter
could possibly mistake you for me, unless...

The day she interviewed me,
you took her to lunch, didn't you?

I think we may have had
a bite at the club.

And then to dinner?

Yeah, we did go to Nick's.

And then you...

I did not!

Then how do you
explain this?

I don't know.
It's just a simple mistake. I'll call Tara...

Miss Talbot, and have her
print a retraction.

Immediately.

If not sooner.

Oh, sorry, Mr. Magnum.

Jonathan, we are getting
frightfully behind in the auditions.

Mary Lou! Mary Lou!
Come back here.

Sorry, folks.
Come here, Mary Lou.

Sorry, folks.
Mary Lou!

Ever since she did
that Happy Wiener commercial, she hates to audition.

Come on, Mary Lou!
Mary Lou!

Except for you, of course.
She'll audition for you, honey.

Mary Lou! Mary Lou!

I'm terribly sorry.

No, that's great.
That's great, but you got the wrong guy, see?

Higgins is doing
the auditions. Very good, though.

I told you the newspaper
made a mistake.

He's doing
the auditioning, not me.

It's just a big mistake.

I'm not him.

I liked the idea
of having my picture in the paper,

until I got my picture
in the paper.

Hi, shorty.
Hi.

Now, I was the target
of every aspiring performer on the island.

If they could do bird calls,
juggle dishes, or do a handstand,

they were doing it for me.

Well, after a morning of it,

I can almost tell you
what their act was just by looking at them.

Mr. Magnum?

Look, the newspaper
made a mistake.

I'm not doing
the auditioning,

Higgins is.
You'll find him in the study.

I'm sure he'll like
your fortune-telling act.

How do you know
that I tell fortunes?

Well, I just felt
like you did.

Do you?

In a manner of speaking.

You have a unique gift,
Mr. Magnum.

Uh, thank you.

I came all the way
from Mokuleia to see you.

Look, you don't understand.

There's a man inside,
his name is Higgins,

and he's doing
the auditioning.

No, you don't understand.

I've come here to hire you
as a private investigator.

Investigating what?

My murder.

Like I said, Higgins
is auditioning the acts.

This is no act.

I'm a psychic,
and I have seen my own murder.

Look, no offense, Miss...

My name is Laura Bennett.

Hi.

No offense is taken,
Mr. Magnum.

Most people make
the same mistake as you do.

Although one would hope
that you would've been a little more understanding,

as you obviously have
psychic abilities of your own.

Right.

I see.

You only believe
in your own little voices.

Wait a minute!

Wait a minute!

Wait.

Why did you call them
my "little voices"?

That's what they are,
aren't they?

Little feelings,
ideas, hunches

that come at the most
unexpected moments.

Is that what happened to you?

You got this feeling
that someone was going to try and kill you?

No.

I get visions. I actually see
what's going to occur.

And this morning
when I was reading about the telethon,

I saw my own murder,
and you were in it.

I know, I...

I should have approached you
with some lie about chasing an errant husband,

and then gradually
eased into the truth, but I don't have the time.

I was in your vision?

Yes.

But you were too late,
and I'm hoping we can change that.

My visions almost always
come true in some form,

and I would like to change
the outcome of this one.

Well, I've gotta go
wrap up a case.

But,

we could meet
in a couple of hours at the King Kamehameha Club.

Say, 3:00?

Yes. Thank you.

Well, I didn't say
I'd take your case,

but we can talk
about it a little more.

Am I going to take your case?

My little voice
was warning me to take Laura's story

with a healthy dose
of skepticism.

Here I was doubting her
because of my little voice.

Only Laura didn't have
a little voice, or a funny feeling.

She had visions.

And that's taking
psychic phenomenon a bit too far for me.

I think.

Oh, gosh,
I know what it is to doubt.

Golly, only last year,
the real estate people lied to me

about everything
when I bought a new home.

The roof, the plumbing,
even the size of the yard.

Gosh, I know... You can't
trust anyone anymore.

And that's why
I'm going to insist

that you take a test-drive,
before you even consider

putting out $2,995
for this little beauty.

What's the blue book
on that model, Archie?

I'll tell you what.
Come on, kids.

Why don't you just
take that test-drive all by yourselves.

Well, don't you have
to come along?

Oh, no, no, no.
I trust you.

Just shift her
nice and easy, huh?

Hey, see how
she started right up?

That engine hasn't been
turned over in a month.

Well, what about the smoke?

Smoke? What smoke?

Oh, that.
That's a little carbon.

It's normal in this model.

Especially when she's
in racing tune.

Okay, go!

Shift easy.
That's a fine-tuned mechanism, not a tank!

A fine-tuned mechanism?

What do you want, Magnum?

$633.

I'll forget the 85 cents.

I'll pay you
as soon as I can.

Right now, I'm tapped out.
I'm broke.

Divorce does that to you.

I checked it out, Archie.

You got more than enough
in the bank to pay me what you owe me.

You had no right
to snoop into my affairs.

You hired me
to follow your wife.

Racing tune?

Ex-wife, and I ain't
talking about Thelma,

I'm talking about the bank.

I thought that they weren't
allowed to tell you

how much money people had
in their accounts.

They aren't.

Well, then how do you...

Oh, you know, you're
a very sneaky person, Magnum. Do you know that?

That's why I'm such a good
private investigator.

Now, Archie, you have
the photographs that I took of Thelma and Eddie.

I want my money.
Tomorrow. In cash.

Tomorrow?

Okay. All right.
Tomorrow.

I shifted into third
and something went clunk.

Then there was
this sort of explosion,

like a grenade going off,
and a lot more black smoke.

I don't think
we're interested.

Well, it is
a second-hand vehicle.

Okay, young man,
I want you to pick a card.

Pick any card.

Well, look away.
Okay.

Do you have the card?
Yep.

Will you put it back
into the deck?

Is it in?

Now, you know it's in.

Only T.C.'s
divine wisdom

can ascertain
which card you picked.

Which card did you pick?
Nine of hearts.

Absolutely right!

Wait a minute. Wait a sec.

Hi, you guys.
Hey.

Is there a Laura Bennett
looking for me?

Table six,
the end of the patio.

Pick a card, young man.
Pick any card!

Higgins is doing
the auditions. Oh.

You didn't have my card.

Of course I did.

Hi.

Listen, I'm sorry
I'm late. I just...

Laura?

Laura?

He's drowning.

Where?

By a lighthouse,
above a road.

Where is he?

All right, the paramedics
are on their way.

He's a little waterlogged,
but still breathing.

Take it easy, kid.

You okay, partner?

He's gonna be all right.

Well,
that was when I was six.

And then, I didn't have
another vision until I was about 10.

I saw the house
next door to ours burning down.

I ran out, it was fine.

Burned down the next day.

Wow.

Yeah, wow.
I thought I'd caused it.

That's one of the first things
you have to try and get over,

feeling guilty
about what you see.

Have you?

Not exactly.

That's why
when something good happens,

like today,
it balances everything out.

Hey, you know, you could...

She could tell me who's gonna
win the World Series,

the Kentucky Derby,
the Super Bowl and...

If I could,
we'd all be millionaires.

No, I can't just
conjure up the visions. They come on their own.

Too bad, Rick.

Yeah, I knew
there'd be a hitch.

Say, look, you said
you work for the police,

but how can you do that
if you can't just conjure up a vision?

They give me an item
from the case.

An item?

Yes. Right now I'm working on
a missing persons' file with Five-O,

and they've given me a shoe
that was dropped by the victim when she was abducted.

Oh.

I think she's...

I think she's
in a railroad car.

There aren't any railroads
in Honolulu.

If I gave you a bunch of stuff
from athletes,

you think maybe
you can get a feeling and tell me who's gonna win?

Rick?

What sort of stuff?

Well, socks, hats, jocks...

Rick!

Jockey silks.

Come on.

Come on, Rick.

I got a sunset flight
past Diamond Head,

and your dinner crowd
is coming in.

Let's go, buddy.

I'm not uncouth.
I mean, I would have said athletic supporter.

T. C: See you, Thomas.

Bye, guys.

You three were
in Vietnam together, weren't you?

How'd you know that?

Well, you're all wearing
a ring with a French Croix on it,

and T.C.'s cap
has got "Da Nang".

Simple deduction.

I wish finding my murderer
was that simple.

Well, don't worry.
I mean, we're gonna figure it out.

See, I think
that whoever it is

is connected
to one of your cases.

Now, this
missing persons thing,

is there any ransom note
or leads?

No. Nothing.

Well, what other cases
are you working on?

Well, I'm on a retainer
from Lloyds of London

to find a missing bottle
of wine that they've insured.

Well, I think we can
safely dismiss petty theft.

It's worth over a quarter
of a million dollars.

For a bottle of wine?

This particular bottle
was found in Hitler's bunker after he died.

It's a 1936 Lafite Rothschild

with a swastika
under the date.

But that's not the point.
See, the...

Who was it stolen from?

I don't know.

It's not important
to me to know who owned the bottle.

What did Lloyds tell you?

They showed me a rosewood box
that held the bottle,

they showed me
a photograph of the bottle,

and they showed me
a photograph of a house.

Well, mansion.

I concentrate
on those three things.

And?

Well, nothing yet.

Well, I have a feeling
that the bottle is still on the Islands.

Well, we've gotta
find the owner of that bottle of wine.

That's difficult.

Not really.

A 1936 Lafite Rothschild
with a swastika.

That one is owned
by the Barrow syndicate.

Although it hasn't
really been a syndicate

since Reilly O'Shane
took it over in '69.

He was rather ruthless
in cutting out the other members,

but what can one expect
from an elderly Irishman

with rumored
underworld connections?

Aha!
Aha?

What are you up to, Magnum?

That bottle of wine
was stolen. Did you know that?

No. How awful.

About four months ago.

That's why Lloyds of London
hired me.

You're a detective?

No, I'm a psychic.

Oh. Of course.

Nice try, Magnum,
but your fortune-telling friend

cannot be on my telethon.

Higgins, Laura is not here
to audition. She is a client.

She's just said
Lloyds hired her.

They did.
And then, I hired Thomas

to find out
who's trying to kill me.

Someone is trying to kill you
over a bottle of wine?

Of course,
it is a rare bottle.

Oh, come on, Higgins.

I think this someone
is this O'Shane character.

I mean, maybe
he even stole his own bottle of wine.

Maybe he even
drank it himself. Unthinkable.

He wants to collect
the insurance money.

He doesn't want Laura here
to psychic-out what happened.

A rather interesting premise.

Thank you very much.

Only,

Reilly O'Shane
died six months ago.

Send in
the next interview, Agatha.

Jonathan,
I think you should come out here first.

Agatha,
we're way behind schedule.

Just send in
the next he, she, or it.

I haven't been able
to find a single act worthy of going on the air,

and it's all your fault.

My fault?
Yes.

Your face is attracting
the most unusual talent.

Hi. We're the
Kuhio Street Four,

here to sing
for Big Daddy.

You see?

The newspaper
made a mistake.

That's Big Daddy.

One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven and...

I'm going on a manhunt

Turning around

Jonathan!

Poor Higgins.

Well, what now?

Well, why don't you
spend the night with me?

Well, I mean,
you'd be much safer here.

Honest.

I know that, Thomas.

As a matter of fact,
why don't you pick up some clothes tomorrow

and spend the next few nights
here? Uh, days here.

Laura was asleep
within five minutes.

It took me a little longer.

In fact,
I didn't sleep at all.

It wasn't the couch.

It was my little voice.

It was working overtime
trying to tell me something I couldn't quite grasp.

The next morning,
I had to collect my fee from Archie,

and all the way downtown
my little voice just kept whispering,

only it was too low
to hear exactly what.

This was my car.

I used to take my sweet,
little grandmother

out for Sunday drives
around the island.

Oh, we had such good times.

Picnicking together,
going to swap meets.

We were awfully close,
you know.

Ever since
my mother ran away

with that vacuum cleaner
salesman when I was five.

Oh.

I love this car.

But, gosh darn it,
every time I drive it,

it reminds me of the day
I had to drive her to the rest home.

You poor man.

You told me your grandmother
owns a used car lot in Des Moines.

I'll be right with you.

Why don't you...
Why don't you take it out for a little...

On second thought,

just slide underneath
the wheel there.

Get a feel for the vehicle.
Go ahead.

I'll be right back, okay?

Why do you do that to me?

Oh, it's hard not to, Archie.
You're so unethical.

That's not unethical.
That is creative salesmanship.

Well, what do you think
the Better Business Bureau would call it?

I don't know what I'm gonna
do with you, Tom, I really don't.

I like you,
but the way you treat me, it's hard sometimes.

You don't have the money.

You see what I mean?
That's what I mean. No faith.

You don't have the money!
I warned you. I told you to...

I suppose you
wanna count it, huh?

No.

I'm sure it's all here.

Yeah, all $633.

And 85 cents.

And 85 cents. That's right.

Well,

can't say it's been
a pleasure.

Finding out
your wife is cheating with your best friend.

It's no fun.

But you did a good job and...

Well, I guess
it's all for the best.

Archie, what I said about...

Forget it, pal.
We all make mistakes.

There he is.

Okay.

I won't say
I was paranoid about Archie paying me,

but I checked the bills twice
to see if they were counterfeit.

And they weren't.

I guess it just proves
that no one is predictable.

Not even a huckster.

Then it hit me. Again.

That little nagging
voice of mine, telling me to watch out.

I got a quick glimpse
of the crazies on my tail. It was all I needed.

I'd spent a couple of weeks
tailing them.

It was Archie's ex-wife
and her boyfriend, Eddie.

Faster!

Look out!

You, crazy haole!

Cops!

I don't care. Get him!

Watch it!

Look out!

No!

Magnum!

No, Kenny.
No, I can explain.

I was being chased
by a couple of lunatics out there.

I know. You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. How did...

Divorce work can be kind of
dangerous, huh, brah?

Yeah, I got these
two nuts that I'm involved...

Well, I guess they seem
to be all right.

But how'd you know
they're part of a divorce case?

We got tipped.

A guy called in,
said his ex-wife and her boyfriend

trailed you
from his used car lot.

Archie called you?

Yeah,
that was his name, Archie.

You know, Magnum,
he may have saved your life.

The rockets' red glare

The bombs bursting in air

Gave proof through the night

That our flag was still there

O say, does that

Star-spangled banner yet wave

Over the land of the free

And the home of the brave

Uh...

That was the...

Well, it was quite...

Uh...

It was a most unusual
rendition, dear.

I've never heard
the Star-Spangled Banner sung in those keys.

Thank you.

It was
very patriotic, dear.

I hope I get to sing
for your telethon.

Thank you. Goodbye.
We'll be in touch.

The retraction,
where is it?

I forgot.

You forgot?

You forgot?

I still don't have
a single act for the telethon,

and all you can say is,
you forgot!

Jonathan, how about
a nice cup of tea?

If the trisected paolo worm
becomes extinct,

it will all be your fault!

I don't think
you should feel totally responsible.

Well, I don't.

I don't feel in the least bit
responsible.

Well, maybe
a little bit responsible.

Laura, in your vision,

you said there was a car.
What color was it?

Yellow. Yellow, I think.
Yes, the color's not too vivid in my vision.

No, that's close enough.
What kind of car was it?

Cadillac.

I remember the hood ornament
coming towards me.

No, not at you. At me.

It just happened
45 minutes ago.

Oh, no. It's beginning.

Yeah, well, whatever's
beginning, it's happening to me, not you.

It was a couple
from a divorce case I was working on.

Look, you said your visions
started when you saw my photo in the paper.

Yes.

Well, what if it isn't you?
What if it's someone out to get me?

But I was shot.

What if you weren't shot?

I mean, you said
you thought the Cadillac was coming at you.

What else was in your vision?

Well, just what I told you
before, just fragments.

The... The grave,
the owl, the...

The man in the coffin.

The railroad car.

It's not a railroad car.

It's... It's a deserted
restaurant in

an old sugar mill.

T.C. Knew of seven
abandoned sugar mills on Oahu,

but only one
had once been a restaurant.

He flew us right to it.

Is this it?

Five-O, this is
helicopter Nine-Five-Alpha.

We are at
the Malahona Sugar Mill.

Why don't you
stay here with T. C?

That's the same sign
as in my vision.

Laura?

Laura, Laura?

You were right.

It's not me.

It's you who's killed.

So much for Laura's
missing person.

But despite the fact
her latest vision had also been accurate,

I convinced her
no one was going to kill me.

Now, all I had to do was
convince myself.

Run that by me
again, please.

What good will it do?

I don't know.

Well, I see the trees
in a row and I see the leaves twisting in the wind.

Yet everything seems
to feel dead.

I mean, that's the only way
I can describe it.

And then, I see a man
walking towards me on the path.

Do you see his face?

No, I just see his body
and the pistol in his hand.

What kind of pistol?

Well, it's
a snub-nose, .32,.38.

You know guns.

Well, yes, I've worked
with the police a lot.

Get to know things like that.

But you never see his face?

No. Well, yes,
when he shoots.

But that's only so I can tell
that he's a man.

Go on.

Well, and then, I see the owl,
and then I see your body on the ground.

You never see any other
faces in your vision?

No, just yours
and the man in the coffin.

Coffin?

Yeah,
but he's decomposing.

Decomposing.

I've seen many dead bodies
in my visions, but you get used to it.

No, you don't.

Is he so decomposed
you couldn't identify him?

No, not yet, but, I mean,
I haven't the faintest idea who it is.

I think I do.

I'm in a race against
the clock trying to save the trisected paolo worm,

and you have me
playing librarian.

I'm sorry
we're inconveniencing you, Mr. Higgins.

Don't apologize, please.

Higgins,
we are talking about saving my life.

What is that compared
to saving an entire species?

Of worms?

I rest my case.

Thomas,

if you are right
as to who's in the coffin,

this may change
the outcome of my vision.

Just because we know
the where and the when of your vision,

it doesn't mean we can
necessarily control the what.

Does that make sense?

Yes. But we have to try.

I don't want
to belabor the point, but I saw you killed.

No, no, no,
you saw me shot.

Twice. In the heart.

Aha!

I knew we had a '76 copy
of the Admiralty Club Annual somewhere,

because Mr. Masters and I
raced the Lucky Lady in the Transpac that year.

Placed eighth overall.

Only eighth?

I'm afraid so.

Of course, we lost our jib
two days out,

Mr. Masters broke his arm
when a whale rammed the boat,

and I was out for two days
with an attack of malaria.

Still, one shouldn't
make excuses.

A whale rammed the boat?

Yes. It was two days
before we reached Honolulu.

Just after four bells.

I was at the helm,
even though my fever was 103.

I remember the night
was moonlit, rather like

the sea off the coast
of Lisbon in June.

Higgins, the photo.

Quite.

I'm sure he's a member
of the club, because he raced the Black Swan that year.

As illegally rigged a sloop
as you'll ever find.

It was frightful the way
that bounder cheated.

Ah, here it is.

Is this the man
in the coffin?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Reilly O'Shane.

How did you know?

Simple.

I mean, all of your visions
have related to a case that I've worked on

or that you've worked on.
So, it seemed logical that some fragment

of one of your visions
would relate to the missing bottle of wine,

and Higgins said
that O'Shane had died six months ago,

and judging from the degree
of decomposition that you described,

it seemed possible
that O'Shane was the body in the coffin.

It's simple. Simple.

It's brilliant.

Or a lucky guess.

Would you care to guess
where the wine is?

I know where the wine is.

It's in the coffin.

He took it with him?

How like the miserable sot.

I'm going to call Lloyds.

Their Honolulu office?

No, London.
No, no...

No, it's all right,
I'll reverse the charges.

Don't call there yet.

Magnum, a priceless bottle
of Bordeaux is sitting in a coffin.

I don't think O'Shane
is going to drink it.

Of course, six feet under
would keep it at a constant temperature.

Oh, Higgins.

Fifty-seven degrees Fahrenheit
here in the Islands.

Nearly perfect.

Higgins.

Unless it's not on its side.

I'm sure
O'Shane placed it properly!

How can we get it?

Why don't we let
the insurance company and the police know,

and let them get the bottle?

Laura.

The only chance we have
of altering the outcome of your vision

is to confront it head on.

And that's why you hired me.

I hate this.

I don't exactly love it.

What?

Those trees,
they're the ones in the vision.

I've always loved
John O'Hara's story

of the servant who saw death
coming towards him in a Baghdad marketplace,

so he fled to Samarra,
only to learn that it was there

that death
had an appointment with him.

Thomas.

Laura felt I had
an appointment in Samarra.

I had to find out
if she was right.

Higgins said
all the O'Shanes are buried here.

Damn!

I don't need it.

He's buried here.

It's happening.

Laura!

Thomas! Thomas!

It's over, Archie.

I still don't
understand why?

Well,
it's quite simple.

See, Archie wanted
to get even with Eddie for stealing Thelma,

but he didn't wanna
hurt Thelma because he still loved her.

But he also knew
how angry Thelma was at me

for catching her and Eddie
fooling around.

So. He simply let Thelma
find out when and where

he was gonna pay me
for my services rendered,

knowing that she would
talk Eddie into giving me some nasty lumps.

Then he calls the cops
in time to save me from the lumps,

but get Thelma and Eddie's
assault on record.

Then he snuffs Eddie,
puts him in the trunk, and follows me,

and is gonna make it look
like Eddie shot me and I shot Eddie.

It was brilliant.

Man, you've been
hanging around Higgins too long.

No, no, no, see,
it's quite simple.

Whoa, whoa,
I withdraw the question.

Thank you.

Come in!

Hello.

Hi!

Oh.

Goodness, what's that?
You're making it for the Guinness Book of Records

or for the telethon?

Well, it's just
a little snack.

Oh, yeah, the telethon.

I wonder what kind of talent
Higgie found.

None.

He's reading poetry.
No, Agatha's reading poetry.

You are the only hope...

And they've
only collected $53.

...the trisected paolo worm
has.

And now, another reading
of Percy Bysshe Shelley's poem.

Ozymandias.

I met a traveler
from an antique land

Two vast
and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert
Near them on the sand

You're really terrific!
I'm gonna get the jockey silk, the glove, the balls...

Wait, wait, wait!
How did it come to you?

In a vision.

Wow!

Television.

I was watching it
in the main house.

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