All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s05e19 Ms. Jones.eng

Ray is missing
and I'm going to need help in finding him.

Magnum, what are you doing
with Mr. Masters' binoculars?

Do you deal
with Hall of Records a lot?

Next!

Get off the case, Magnum.
You're getting in our way.

Ray Jones!

No. Wait a minute.
I know her.

I know.
She's your sister. No!

Ray?

Ray?

Ray, I knew you'd come back.
Ray. Ray, come on.

Come on, sweetie.
Where are...

Who are you?
What do you want?

Where's Ray Jones?

Get her.

Let's get out of here.

Here in Paradise,

there are at least
three different ways of looking at time.

There's the traditional
mainland kind of time.

People say, "Let's meet
at 8:00. " And that's more or less what they mean.

Then there's Hawaiian time,
which is a lot more flexible.

8:00 may mean 7:00
or 9:00 or not at all,

depending on
an infinite variety of factors.

However, even in Paradise
there's also a time frame

which seems to operate
on a mysterious circadian rhythm all its own.

Bureaucratic time.

Roughly, that translates into,
"Stand in line until we're ready for you.

"Then do it our way
or not at all."

Mr. Matsuda, I have
the basic title information that you'll need.

But I think you're going
to need to have a new land survey taken.

This early method
of determining property lines by natural landmarks

was ruled invalid
in 1937.

And this is strictly
R-1 zoning. Residential and agricultural use only.

It says so on the title?

Oh, no,
but if you'll recall,

the Hanaui community
outlawed commercial zoning in 1954.

But I'm sure you must
be planning to farm the land, right?

Because with an annual
crop yield of 22%% above the state average,

now I ask you, what else
would you do with it?

Yes.

It's due to the unique
soil compound and the near perfect sun-rain ratio.

I'm sorry.

You know all of this
or you wouldn't be buying the land.

I thought it would be
a nice place for a restaurant.

Good day.

Hey, that's incredible.
I mean, did you grow up in Hanaui or something?

Anyone who's ever spent
the day there

knows a few vital statistics
about the area.

Mr. Magnum.

Ms. Jones,
I was wondering

if anybody had been
able to get me the file on Nigel Hucksby.

Oh, yes.
It's right here.

Mr. Magnum,

I was wondering
if I might speak to you privately.

Ms. Jones?

What?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I've forgotten
how to get into the classified file.

Karen, please. I have
explained this process to you twice.

Would you please
try to remember?

First, you...

If you could just give me
the Hucksby file.

Mr. Magnum,
just one moment. I'm busy.

Well, so am I.
I'm trying to save a little girl's life.

No!

Ms. Jones.

Ray!
Ray, is it really you?

Of course
it's really him.

Do you mind?

Sorry.

Ray, where are you?
I have been worried half to death.

Well, of course I remember
what you said. But you always say that when you leave.

I know
you don't mean it.

I'm sorry
if I interrupted at a bad time.

No, no. That's okay.
Are you new here?

So when am I going
to see you, Ray?

Yes, it's my first day.
I just transferred from DMV.

I'm Karen Summers.

Thomas Magnum. Hi.

Hi.

Do you deal
with Hall of Records a lot?

From time to time.

Good.

Ray, I don't understand
what you're saying.

You are saying never

Means not ever.

I love you, Ray.

Don't do this to me,
Ray. Don't...

That was
a personal conversation.

We didn't mean
to eavesdrop.

If you'd just give me
that file, I'd...

You fill out one of these
pink Y473s and you take this to security.

It's the same guy!

Ms. Jones, thank you.
You may have just helped me find a kidnapper.

Mr. Magnum,
please, I...

Oh, about Ray,
as usual, everything will be okay.

Bye.

Bye.

Next!

Goal by Nigel Hucksby III
from Maui.

Final score, Maui: 4,
- 3.

There will be an hour's break
before the next match between Fort Shafter...

We took it
to the final gun, Cornwallis.

We've no reason
to feel ashamed.

They played the white team.
We played the white team.

Those were nice passes.

Magnum?

Higgins.

What are you doing
with Mr. Masters' binoculars?

They're not Robin's,
they're T.C.'s.

And do you mind?
I'm staking out little Allison's kidnapper.

You know who...

You know
who the kidnapper is?

Now see what you've done?

That's not
little Allison's kidnapper. That's Nigel Hucksby III.

Now where is she, Nigel?

What have you done
with little Allison?

Little Allison?

She is mature
for her age.

I wish Robin had told me
that it was little Allison

who kidnapped Nigel
and not the other way around.

Thanks so much
for rescuing little Allison, Mr. Magnum.

Don't mention it.

And, Jonathan, please tell
Robin how grateful I am for everything.

Of course,
Mrs. Thurston.

Let's go, Allison.

Oh, Thomas has said
that I can live here with him.

What? No...

No, I never said
anything like that, Allison.

Little Allison shouldn't be
telling her mother stories.

Magnum, really.
You shouldn't say things a child can misinterpret.

And Jonathan has offered
to take me to Europe.

Jonathan?

I never said...

Now, Allison.

Bye-bye, boys.

The next time Robin calls
about a little girl lost,

I want current photographs.

Quite.

Oh, I almost forgot.

T.C.'s been calling
the main house.

He insists that you return
his binoculars today.

Binoculars?

Oh, I'm in no condition now
to do anything but sleep.

If he calls again,
tell him I'm recuperating.

There are exceptional
situations, I suppose, where that can be debated.

Perhaps even refuted.

I understand that
Thomas Magnum lives here.

I'm afraid
he's in no condition to receive visitors.

Please...

Just tell him Madeline Jones
wouldn't be here

if it wasn't a matter
of life and death.

Do you think
he'll be much longer?

I'm quite certain
he'll be here any minute.

It's just that
I need to talk to him as soon as possible.

Isn't that the
Raskilonovich Maneuver?

What?

The Raskilonovich Maneuver,
named after the Russian grandmaster of the 20s.

Isn't that
what you just did?

Yeah, I guess so.

I saw a diagram of it
once in a book in my dentist's office.

The Raskilonovich Maneuver
is one of the most complicated chess moves ever developed

and you picked it up
by just leafing through a book in your dentist's office?

Higgins.
- Mr. Magnum.

Magnum, wait.

Higgins.

Just a moment,
Magnum.

Would you consider
showing me that again?

You tricked me!

Magnum, please.
This is the opportunity of a lifetime.

You gave me a phony name
just to get me over here.

Your name isn't
Madeline Jones?

Well, my friends
call me Maddie, if that's what you mean.

That's not what I mean
and you know it.

You're not Madeline Jones.
You're not Maddie Jones.

You're Ms. Jones.

That's what they call me
at the office.

Where, Higgins,

where she keeps people
standing in line for hours,

takes personal phone calls,

while these same people
are waiting for information. And then, Higgins,

then she yells at these
same people for trying to be friendly and polite.

Those people
being you.

Yes.

Be that as it may, she has
reason to believe that her husband's life is in danger.

She is in need of help,
and beyond all that, she knows the Raskilonovich Maneuver.

I think you should
listen to her.

The what?

Mr. Magnum,
Ray is missing.

Ray? Missing?

You just talked to him
this morning.

Well, that was the first time
I had heard from him in two weeks.

We...

Yeah, but still.
I mean, if he called you, that means he's all right.

No, because, see,
the only reason he called me

was to tell me
to stop looking for him.

I think he was afraid
that I was going to get hurt.

Yesterday, these two men
broke into our house and they turned it upside down.

Now, I know he's
in some kind of trouble.

And I'm going to need help
in finding him.

But...

But...

Why me?

I mean, there must be other
private investigators who come to you for information.

Why don't you call
one of them?

You're the best
of a bad lot.

And if you don't help me...

I don't know what I'll do.

Magnum.

Where did you last see him?

Ray usually doesn't leave
very much behind when he goes.

You make it sound
like it happens on a regular basis.

After our first divorce,

Ray and I agreed
on a non-binding marital renewal agreement.

Non-binding? What...
Never mind.

It's actually a very
liberated concept.

My relationship with Ray
is unencumbered by barbaric rituals

and ceremonies
designed to keep one of the partners enslaved.

Our first wedding.

"Planned Application
Mechanisms

"and Their Utilization
in Resolving Goal Conflicts in Infinite Loops"?

Artificial intelligence.

It was... Well,
it is Ray's passion.

Programming computers
to think like humans.

Basically.

You see, Ray believes
that Al, that's artificial intelligence,

can be mankind's
next great step forward.

And I think that if anyone
can make the breakthrough, my Ray can.

This is what he does
for a living.

No. He's a computer
programmer.

But he spends
all of his spare time on this.

And someday...

Does he have any friends
or hobbies?

Well, no friends really.

Oh. Recently he developed
an interest in firearms.

He even purchased
a hand gun.

He said it relaxed him
to go to the target range.

Now, I can't just help
but wonder if maybe he wasn't worried about his own safety.

May I keep these?

Yes. But don't lose them,
please.

Who did he write
programs for?

Uh, retail outlets.
Big corporations.

He has a small
but prestigious clientele.

Do you think that those guys
who were looking for him were maybe unhappy customers?

No, I don't think so.
But it's a place to start.

His billing printout.

This isn't right.

What?

This name and address.
It's never been on this printout before.

How can you tell that?
There's gotta be 50 names there.

I would remember
something like this.

What, this one?
Yeah.

"Mark Phelps."

"U.S. Mail, 117 King Street,
Cable P.S. Help."

That's a downtown
post office branch.

But, you see, if Ray
had gotten a big account like the post office,

I would have been
the very first one to know about it.

I wouldn't think
a post office would have a cable address.

So what do we do now?

Well, we go down there
and we ask a few questions.

It's after 9:00.
And if anybody is still working there,

do you really think
that somebody's going to let us in.

Hey. That's why you hired
a private investigator. I'll get us in.

And we will not leave
until I get some answers.

How are you?

Come here.

This is
absolutely incredible.

Incredible?
It's embarrassing.

Have you ever seen anything
like this before?

No! Now come on.
Let's get out of here.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

We can't leave yet.

Why not?

Because you haven't
talked to the manager,

and he might be able
to give us some information on Mark Phelps.

All right. Two more minutes.
But if he doesn't show up, I'm leaving.

Thank you.

And now, for something
completely different.

The U.S. Male Revue
is proud to present

the postal care
of your dreams.

Ladies and gentlemen,
a nice round of applause. Mandy, the lady mailman.

On the other hand,
we could always reach him on the phone.

There really isn't any point
in hanging around here.

No. Wait a minute.
I mean, you're right. Why be hasty?

Excuse me.
I'm Paul Scott, the manager here.

And I understand
you've been asking about me.

Yes, I'm Thomas Magnum,
and this is Ms. Jones.

Hello.
How do you do?

Oh, we were supposed
to deliver a computer to a Mark Phelps.

But the address
on the invoice is here.

The model XJ9-7000.
With attachments.

Yeah. So we were
just wondering if you'd seen him here.

Does this look like the place
where you'd buy a computer?

You don't know him?

No, I don't.

Tony, give these folks
their last drink.

On the house.

Enjoy.

Oh, thank you.

Now what?

I'm thinking.
I'm thinking.

I don't believe it.

Oh, I am.
I'm thinking.

Karen Summers with Ray!

Ray Jones!

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

You lost him.

No wonder he told me
to quit looking for him.

Look, I don't think
he's having an affair with Karen Summers.

Then why else
would they have been there together?

Well, maybe they...
Maybe they weren't there together.

I mean, maybe,
coincidentally, he sat down at her table

and then she slipped away
because she was embarrassed for you to see her there.

You think so?

Well, it's certainly
very possible.

And besides,
if he was cheating on you, I mean,

why would two guys
rip up your house looking for him?

That's true.

Yes, of course it's true.

And then why this sudden
interest in guns,

unless he was worried
about protecting himself?

I think
you're right.

He is in some kind
of jeopardy.

Possibly life-threatening.

And he ran away from us
because we were about ready to expose him.

Exactly.

Thank you,
Mr. Magnum.

I feel much better.

Listen, as long as
we're going to be spending some time together,

could you
call me Thomas?

All right, Thomas.

And you can call me...

Maddie?

Madeline.

Madeline.

Oh, all right.

Now, for now, Madeline,

I think it would be safer
for you and Ray if you stayed out of sight for a while.

I'm going to move you
to the estate.

Really?
Yes.

And I know that Higgins
would be happy to keep an eye on you until I find Ray.

I'm afraid
it's out of the question.

Come on, Higgins!
I already promised her!

Then I guess you'll have
to un-promise her.

Kenji and I have 14 trees
to trim today

and I have tickets tonight
for the symphony.

You shouldn't be climbing
around in trees, anyway.

It could be dangerous.

Come on, Higgins.

Don't you even care
there are people following her around?

Her life could
be in danger.

Of course I care.

That's why I think
you should call the police.

She promised she'd show you
the trick to the Raskekvikjack Maneuver.

Higgins?

Hey, Thomas.

Today is your lucky day,
my friend.

Found out that Ray Jones
is a member of the exclusive Pu Laipala Gun Club.

As a matter of fact,

the manager told me
he's been around there for the last couple of days.

Yeah?

Now guess who else
is a member.

Mark Phelps.
Remember him?

The guy you were looking for
at that strip joint.

Well, anyway, I got you
a temporary membership card.

That's great.
Thanks, Rick.

Not so fast.

You see, I promised T.C.
That I wouldn't leave here without his binoculars.

We got tickets
on the 50 yard line at the Aloha Bowl.

The binoculars?
No problem.

Very well, Magnum,
you win.

I shall inform Kenji
the trees can wait until another day.

And as for the symphony,

what is Rachmaninoff
compared to Raskilonovich?

Thanks, Higgins.

When will she arrive?

She's in the study now.

I knew you wouldn't say no!

Hey, what about
the binoculars?

I'll take care of it.

Thomas!

You're probably
wondering why I wasn't going to the police.

Well, it has to do
with my great Aunt Phoebe

who wrote short stories
for magazines in the 1920s.

She lived alone in New York,
worked hard, partied hard

and had lunch
more than once at the Algonquin Round Table.

And when she wasn't
writing stories,

she was seeing them
in her own life.

Danger lurked
around every corner.

And the simplest action
by any of her friends

could be construed
as a cover for something much more sinister.

Now, I'm not saying Ms. Jones
had an imagination in the league with my Aunt Phoebe,

but before I called
the police, I had to find out.

Good morning,
Mr. Jones.

Take number five.

New targets are
to the left.

Take number 10.

I figured
the best thing to do was keep an eye on Ray

until he left the club
and talked to him outside where it was quiet

and where he didn't have
a gun in his hand.

MAN ON P. A:
Target line is clear.

Lock and load.

You may commence fire.

Extraordinary.

In the last two hours,

you've employed
five of the most difficult maneuvers known,

in a game which you say
you've never played.

I've always had
an ability to recall complex configurations.

I wonder where Thomas is.

He promised he'd call by noon
even if he had no news.

You'll discover that
Magnum's memory is not as infallible as yours.

I guess no news is good news.

Speaking selfishly,
I've enjoyed our uninterrupted time together.

It's not often one has
the opportunity to be in the presence

of such
a perspicacious mind.

Most people don't find me
very interesting.

Ever since I can remember,
I was always considered aloof and strange,

a know-it-all.

I've always felt
unliked and...

Alone?

How did you know?

Anyway, that all changed
when I met Ray.

Madeline?

Thomas.

I was wondering
why you hadn't called.

Madeline, this is
Lieutenant Tanaka.

Oh, no.

I knew it was
something like this.

Ray's in jail.

No.

In protective custody?

Madeline.

Ray was killed by a sniper
at the gun club this morning.

I...

I was there, but...

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to ask you to come down for an identification.

This isn't my husband.

What?

There is
a striking resemblance, but this isn't Ray.

Madeline,
these things can be tough...

Thomas, this isn't him.

You barely glanced at him.
How can you be so sure?

I just am.
How?

This isn't the place
to talk about it.

A leopard tattoo?

The artist guaranteed
that it was one of a kind.

On the arch
of his left foot. But why?

I mean,
who would see it?

I would.

I happen to find tattoos
very sensuous.

Ray had it done
as a surprise for me.

Where do we go from here?

Well, there's nothing much
left to do except go back to the estate,

go over all our notes
and see if we can come up with a new lead on Mark Phelps.

And what if we don't
come up with one?

I will.

I will.

Oh, I don't know.
What do you think?

Well, it's just a matter
of looking over the clues one more...

T.C.

What are you
doing here?

No, no.
Now, wait a minute, don't tell me.

Higgins let you in
to get the binoculars.

Yeah.

After you pay
your buddy's bill.

What are you talking about?

Don't play innocent
with me, Magnum.

I just flew your friend
Mark Phelps

to Galletin International
on the North Shore.

Mark Phelps?

Galletin International?

And he said to give you
the bill.

Now pay up.

I don't believe it.

You said we'd
come up with a lead and we did.

Yeah. But doesn't it
strike you as being a little too easy?

What?
What do you mean?

Is this the guy
you flew up there?

Yeah, you know it's him.

Mark Phelps.

No, Ray Jones.

Who?

Oh, well, Ray was doing
some classified work for Galletin.

An experimental computer.

But why would he go
to so much trouble to lead us up there?

I don't know,
but I'm going to find out.

I'm going with you.
No! No!

Now, we have
been through this.

It's safer for you here.

You don't know
how to work that computer.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Could we discuss payment?

I'll pay. Gladly.

My name is T.C.

Oh, I'm sorry, T.C.,
this is Madeline Jones.

Madeline, this is
my friend T.C.

How do you do?

Fine.

Well?

Oh, fine.

Let's go.
Thanks, T.C.

Okay.

Oh, oh, oh,
about my binoculars.

The binoculars.
Yes.

Oh! I almost forgot.
I've got them right here in the drawer.

See?

And you thought I'd leave
without giving them to you.

No, no, no.
No, I didn't.

Oh!

Thomas!

We did it.
You were right.

They're much more relaxed
on the weekends.

Well, let's not count
on our luck holding.

Any of these
look familiar?

Oh, this one over here.

It's an experimental model
two years from production.

Fortunately, Ray fed me
the program information one night during dinner.

It's very sexy data.

Sexy?

You'd have to know Ray.

Oh, I hope he didn't change
the access code.

I should've known
he wouldn't change it.

Well, I'm in.

I'll see what I can find.

Do you think you could
hurry it up just a little?

If they decide to come in
and check on us...

I'm hurrying.
I'm hurrying.

This is very odd.

What?
Look.

"Mark Phelps, U.S. Mail,
117 King Street. Cable P.S. Help."

The same thing that was
on the billing printout.

What do you
think that means?

I think it's a code.

Oh, my.

Look at this.

What?

It's most impressive
artificial intelligence research data.

This is magnificent.

Why would he keep all of this
hidden away on this computer?

I'm the only one
who knows his access code.

Maybe you're the only one
he trusts to get it out.

We appreciate it.

We'll take it now.

Hi!

We were just...

I can explain everything.

Thomas...

What? I mean, we were
just getting some stuff for a friend.

Thomas, they're the men
who broke into my house.

Oh, no.
No, Madeline.

I mean, these people
are obviously with security here.

Run!

Hold it.

Nobody goes anywhere.

That paper belongs
to Mark Phelps.

I'm afraid not.

You're all under arrest
for conspiracy against the US Government.

Hello, Magnum.

I believe you've met
Agent Summers.

Well, I've got to
hand it to you, Magnum.

You've done it again.

You've given us
a big, fat zero.

Colonel,
our information was...

Worthless, Lieutenant.
Worthless.

What you tracked down
was a very clever formula

designed to make us think
it was the genuine item.

But the truth is,
it's about as valuable as a Susan B. Anthony dollar.

Sir...
What?

Yes, sir.

I should've known
she was a spy.

What do you know
about Ray Jones?

Just that he's missing
and his wife hired me to find him.

And who told you to go
to Galletin International?

Just a hunch.

Get off the case, Magnum.
You're getting in our way.

Oh, come on, Buck.

You know I can't stop
investigating just 'cause you ask me to.

Now, if there was
a real good reason.

You want
a real good reason?

How about you were picked up
after illegally entering

a government
contract facility?

Come on.

If you were gonna hold us
on that, you would've charged us by now.

I mean, you already let
the other guys go.

Well, I think we should
get back to work.

Sir!

Slow down,
Magnum.

Ray Jones was doing
some freelance work for us on artificial intelligence.

He was onto something special

when apparently he was
approached by an agent

who wanted to buy it
for the Eastern Bloc.

Mark Phelps.

Unfortunately, Ray Jones
went into hiding

before he could give us
the information or them.

We found a look-a-like
to try to draw Phelps out.

But you two kept showing up
and getting in the way.

So your guys
and Mark Phelps' guys

are just going to keep
bumping each other off

in the race to find Ray
or the formula.

That's a little simplistic.

On the other hand, I'd hate
for the two of you to get caught in any crossfire.

So, I'm asking you
to get off the case.

Well, I'm afraid
I can't do that.

But thanks
for the information.

Oh, and, Karen,
I'm sorry that we led you to the wrong formula,

but it happens
sometimes.

Damn it,
Magnum.

Why'd I tell you all this
if you're going to keep on looking for him?

Beats the hell
out of me.

He makes me so mad,
I could just scream.

The unmitigated gall
of that man

to suggest that my Ray
could even think

of selling military secrets
to the enemy.

Well, he certainly
had enough time, if that was his plan.

When this is all over,
I am going to file a formal complaint with John W. Vessey.

You know, I think he took us
and them to that phony formula on purpose.

But why?

While I'm at it,
I am going to send duplicates to the other Chiefs of Staff,

General James D. Watkins,
General Paul X. Kelley,

General Charles A. Gabriel
and General John A. Wickham.

Wait a minute.
Now, how do you know the names of the Joint Chiefs of Staff?

Colonel Green had
a citation in his office. They'd all signed it.

When I get through
with that man, he is going to be so sorry

he ever hung
that citation in his office.

Madeline...

Did you ever memorize
anything for Ray?

Sure, all the time. Why?

I think I have a plan.

Seven...

Six...

Five...

Your body is quite
relaxed now.

Four...

Three...

Two...

You can barely
keep your eyes open.

It's working.

The relaxation is complete.

I knew you could...

I'm sorry.

Ask her to tell you
everything she knows about Mark Phelps.

You are going to search
your memory for the name Mark Phelps.

Do not censor anything,
no matter how trivial.

Mark Phelps...

Mark Phelps...

A... Prompt...
Two triangle...

X semicolon...
Little man... A...

This is gibberish.

Perhaps not.

It could be a clever block
to keep her from uncovering vital information.

Remove the blocks.

Do not censor any thought
that comes into your mind.

U.S. Male Revue...

Great. We've tapped
into her libido.

Paul Scott.

He's the manager
at this male dance place.

P.S. Help.

Phelps. Paul Scott.

This is not going to work.

A equals...

L - Y - C...

Exclamation point...
Dollar sign... Carriage return...

Phelps. Paul Scott.
P.S. Help.

P.S. Help is
an anagram for Phelps.

It's the key.

P as in Paul.

S as in Scott.

The manager
at the dance place.

Phelps is Paul Scott.

I believe you're right.

Ms. Jones,
wonderful.

Look, when she comes out
of her trance...

She won't remember a thing.

Well, anyway, you just
tell her I think I'm on the trail of Ray.

Quite.

Now, when I count to five,
you will awaken.

One...

First,

you will search your memory
for diagrams of little-known,

but devastating,
chess maneuvers.

Do not censor anything,
no matter how trivial.

Next. Number 30.

Name of act?

The Emperor Caligula.

Go ahead.

I was getting
a little worried about you, Jones.

Who, me?

Nah. I just had to make sure
nobody was following me.

It's been a very exciting
couple of days.

Well.

Here's the formula.

Hold it right there.

I have never
seen him before in my life.

I'll take that.

I guess Madeline was
wrong about you.

Look out!

Get him!

Sorry, much too violent
for what we're looking for.

Thank you. Next.

Thanks a lot, fella.

You warned me. Why?

I wasn't giving them
real information.

I was trying to stall them
until my contact got here.

Your contact?

Unfortunately,
you got in the way.

Gentlemen, get these two
out of here.

Ray called us and told us
he was coming out of hiding.

We wanted to catch him
handing the bogus information to Phelps.

Well, I think
you're a little late.

Looks like I owe you one.

Well,

here's the real formula,
Colonel Green.

Thank you, Ray.

This is what you've
been working on?

It's all right there.

This is obsolete.

This formula is obsolete.

You're kidding! You mean
we went through all this for nothing?

I'll see you
back at my office.

Sir.

I wonder where
I went wrong.

Isn't he
the most brilliant man you've ever met?

I mean,
to outsmart Phelps

and then to leave
the clue to his identity in my brain

just in case
anything went wrong.

He's such
a genius.

Oh! A genius who came up
with the wrong formula.

Oh, who cares
about that?

Of course, I never
could've found the key without you, Thomas.

Thank you.

Well, ready to go,
bumblebee?

We don't want to miss
the flight to Kauai.

Oh. We've never had a wedding
at the Fern Grotto before.

Would you mind
taking a picture of us before we leave?

I think the camera's
right in my car.

I'd be delighted.

Well, that thanks
goes double for me.

I feel a little foolish
putting everyone in jeopardy over a worthless formula.

Yeah, that wouldn't
have been too smart.

Tell me something,

does the phrase, "A prompt,
two triangle, X semicolon," mean anything to you?

Where'd you hear that?

Oh, Madeline kept
repeating it under hypnosis.

That's part of the formula
that everybody has been looking for, isn't it?

Why'd you give Buck Green
a phony one?

What makes you
so sure I did?

Ray...

Let me put it
to you this way.

If all men had
were rocks and clubs

and you invented gun powder,

wouldn't you think twice
before giving it to the world?

Yeah.

Well, if I decided
not to give it out, though,

I might be a little worried
about the fact that my wife knew about it.

Well, we're only saying if.

Oh, of course.

Well, if your wife did know,

you'd probably try to convince
her and everybody else that she didn't know.

For her own safety.

She's right.
You are very smart.

Ready?

You're not smiling,
cupcake.

Yes, I am, honey bunch.

You're going to ruin
the photograph, dearest.

Don't start in again,
darling.

I'm not starting in.

You always do this
before every wedding.

No, I don't.

Yes, you do. You did it
when we went to Maui.

Oh, I did not.
You always...

Say cheese.

Cheese!

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