All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s07e20 The Aunt Who Came to Dinner.eng

Are you sure you don't want me to wait?

While you
run up the meter?

Good night, sweet prince.

It's always
the little mistakes

that catch you up
short in life.

Just when you think your life
is running along smoothly,

everything in place, the
little mistakes start happening.

Like you cut yourself shaving
and bleed all over your shirt.

Or you lose your car keys
and you're 20 minutes late

to a date you've really
been looking forward to.

Or, you overlook a tiny, little
notice that comes in the mail,

and wake up
one morning to discover

your private investigator's
license has expired.

Little mistakes.

That'll be $2.50.

Can I help somebody
over here?

Ow!

What are you doing to my dog?

Me? Nothing.

Well, why don't you pick
on someone your own size?

Come along, Bruno.

Sorry, I'm closed. You'll
have to go to the other window.

What? Wait.

Hey, no line crashing.

I've been here awhile.

Are you here to get
your marriage license?

No.

We are.

Oh, congratulations.

And I've only got 12 hours
shore leave. I didn't know that.

That's why I don't
appreciate line crashers.

Well, I'm sure they'll
just rush you right through.

See, Herbie, I told you
there's nothing to it.

There better not be.

Hey, you think you could
hurry it up, up there?

Jonathan, I can't hold
the ladies off much longer.

What am I going to do
without a Robert Browning?

I must say in all honesty
that this is atypical behavior.

Unless, Jonathan, you... Which,
you may recall, I warned you about

when you approached Magnum
in the first place.

It does seem to have a certain
poetic symmetry about it.

Me as Miss Barrett,
you as Mr. Browning.

What on earth
are you talking about?

You could take
Mr. Magnum's place

as our guest reader.

Well, Agatha, naturally,
I'd be honored, but I...

Oh, Jonathan.

I knew you
wouldn't let me down.

I'm certain Magnum
will be here any minute.

Oh, baby, I just can't wait
to be Mrs. Herbie Fosdick.

Me, too, Sugar.
Me, too.

You wanna keep
this line moving?

Hi, look, I've got
a little problem.

A slight oversight
on my part.

Your license has expired.

Yeah, I know,
I was wondering if...

Fill out this application. Bring it
back with two character references,

Hawaii residents only.

You can take the written
exam next week. Next week?

If you pass that,
we'll set up the interview.

Next.
No. Wait.

You don't understand... I
understand your license has expired.

Yes, but... And that there
are other people in line.

Yes, I always get
my new license by the mail.

That's if you sent in your
money before it expired.

But I have the money,
look whatever it takes.

If there's a fine,
or other expenses...

Are you trying to bribe me?

No.
Well, you slime.

Trying to bribe
a government official.

No, I'm not.

Oh, now come on,
I don't want to fight you.

Come on now, lady.

"I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

"with my lost saints,
I love thee with the breath,

"smiles and tears
of all my life,

"and, if God choose, I shall but
love thee better after death."

"That second time they
hunted me, from hill to plain,

"from shore to sea..."

Excuse me, Agatha.

Oh, dear.

You're just lucky I happened to
be in the building. Here sign.

Whatever possessed you to start
a fight in a government building?

I didn't start it. This...

That's a long story.

What were you
doing there, anyway?

Getting my fishing
license renewed.

What were you doing there?

Visiting a friend.
Thanks, again, Lieutenant.

Hey, hey, you don't
want to forget this.

Your application form.

You wouldn't plan on practicing
without a license, would you, now?

Of course not.

Thanks.

Okay, so I was going to
have to spend a few days

getting my
license restored.

It wasn't the worst thing
that could have happened.

And getting a couple of character
references would be easy.

I knew Rick and T.C. Or Higgins
would come through for me.

Or Carol.

At least I didn't really
have anything else

I had to do
at the moment.

Magnum, how could you?
What?

No need for a reprimand,
Jonathan.

I can see why Mr. Magnum
would forget the reading,

what with all the excitement and everything.

The reading?
Robert Browning.

You offered to read
Robert Browning

for the
Anglo-Hawaiian Society

for the Preservation
of the English Language.

I sent the book over.

You wanted me to read it? I thought
you just wanted me to read it.

You know, not out loud.

Why didn't you tell anyone?
What was there to tell?

It's a simple
misunderstanding.

I have nothing prepared.
No special menus lined up.

No flowers
in the guest bedroom.

What are you talking about?
What's going on?

Why, the arrival of Miss Sullivan. Of course.

Miss Sullivan? Pulitzer
Prize winning playwright,

Miss Phoebe Sullivan,

who's making some ridiculous
claim about being...

My Aunt Phoebe?
Tommy?

Aunt Phoebe!

Mr. Higgins, there's another long
distance call for Miss Sullivan.

Oh, you haven't
changed a bit.

A Mr. Hal Prince
from New York.

Oh, can't they ever
leave me alone?

Who's...

Keo is visiting
her sister on Maui.

Lani is from the Niu Valley
Temporary Domestic Agency.

Would you be a darling
and tell him I have run off

with an astonishingly
handsome young man.

And you haven't the slightest
idea when I'll return. If ever.

Come along, Tommy. We don't want to
make a liar out of your Mr. Higgins.

He's not my Mr. Higgins.

Do you buy those shirts
at a regular store? What?

Isn't she wonderful?

Oh, this is the life, isn't it?

The sky, the sand
and the sea.

The moon, the stars,
we got it all.

Oh, yes.

Why would any woman want to
pursue a life of wealth and fame,

when you can lead such a
simple, happy life here?

I thought you
were in Europe.

Remember when I took you
to the Folies Berger?

That's not something
you forget.

How old were you?
Twelve.

I thought your mother
was going to skin me alive.

Well, that wasn't exactly my
mom's idea of French culture.

Katherine was always
a bit rigid.

That was the best trip
I had to Europe. Ever.

You know, I always thought,
with your vivid imagination,

you'd end up working for the
CIA or the French Foreign Legion.

I even secretly fancied you
might follow in my path,

write a famous novel.

You know, some people have
been a little worried about you.

No one's heard
from you in months.

I needed seclusion.
You know how popular I am.

People won't leave me alone.

And I've been working
on something very important.

Yeah?
I've written a new play.

Well, that's great. That
explains the call from Hal Prince.

What?

The guy, the call you
just got from New York.

It's going to be
a huge success.

I told my agent
to make a few calls.

People are already bidding
on it, sight unseen.

So you came here to make
it harder to reach you

and drive up the price.

Good heavens, no.
I came to ask for your help.

Someone is trying
to murder me.

Mr. Magnum. Miss Sullivan.
Tea is served.

My Aunt Phoebe was the
smartest woman I ever knew.

She also had a tendency to
see things bigger than life.

Which meant that when you were with
her you got to see more vibrant colors,

hear more intriguing sounds, feel
things more fully than when she was gone.

But it also meant that you
sometimes had to translate

her view of the world
into a more mundane reality.

I've never quite got
a good look at him,

but I know he's been
following me

ever since I got back
to New York,

I am convinced he broke into my
brownstone last week and then...

Then he tipped his hand.

My secretary gave me a message that
I was to meet with George and Nellie.

You remember
George and Nellie?

Vaguely. I was to meet with George and Nellie

at the David Garrick Theater
at 11:00 that night.

Well, naturally, I didn't
think anything about it.

I assumed they were
appearing there.

After all, I'd been out
of the country.

I don't quite understand how this,
"tipped his hand," as you put it.

When I got to the theater,
no one was there.

The place was all chained up.

There was never a call
from George and Nellie.

And then he showed up.

The man who's
been stalking me.

Murder Came Knocking.
Yes.

Exactly. And do you
remember how that play ended?

With the murder of the
attractive, charming, successful,

but somewhat naive
Ginny Dockworth.

A character fashioned loosely
upon myself. Aunt Phoebe,

you were never
somewhat naive.

Well, I know I'm not
Ginny Dockworth.

But apparently
this madman doesn't.

If what you say is true...
It is.

And he has followed me
here to Hawaii.

Aunt Phoebe...
A car followed my limo

all the way from
the airport to your place.

Don't you find that odd?
Well, yeah.

Are you sure?

This is his
license plate number.

The limo driver
wrote it down.

Agatha Chumley. Miss Sullivan,
I hope I'm not imposing.

I... Oh, Jonathan.
Tea time already?

Yes, please, join us, Agatha.

Oh, no, no. I just popped back
with my portfolio.

Miss Sullivan, you and I
discussed it earlier.

Oh, yeah.

I haven't had a great deal
of professional experience,

Although I did perform
in a pantomime

at the Blackpool Music Hall
as a child.

Cinderella.

I'm sure you were smashing.

I thought these photos of
some of my amateur productions

might give you
an idea of my range.

Mr. Dennis Parker.

Phoebe. Darling. Dennis. Dennis Parker.

My God, it's been
a million years.

I can't believe it. You're
actually here in Honolulu.

But I'm devastated,
darling, you didn't ring me.

I only just arrived.

Well, I'm forever indebted to Agatha
for letting me know you were here.

Dennis, I'm so sorry.

Have you met my nephew,
Tommy Magnum?

Well, hello, Tommy.

I believe we've met.
I think Phoebe brought you

to the opening of one of
my plays in New York. Yes.

The opening of your only play
in New York, I believe, darling.

And you've met
Jonathan Higgins.

I'm acquainted
with Mr. Parker's work.

And of course you know...
Agatha.

I didn't expect
to see you, Dennis.

Tea?
A splendid idea.

Thank you very much.
Oh, yes.

Darling, the drums
are beating out a message,

You have a new opus.

How do these things
get out so fast?

This was our most recent
production of The Mikado.

I know it's hard to tell
that's me in the makeup.

Mr. Higgins, a call
for Miss Sullivan.

Says he's from
the Shubert Organization.

Oh, would you tell them
I'm tied up in meetings.

That should up the price
right off the bat.

Aunt Phoebe, you can't ask
Higgins to take all your messages.

He's not your servant.
Well, I'm sorry.

I'm sure he doesn't mind.
Not at all.

Incidentally, Miss Sullivan,
on behalf of Mr. Masters,

I'd like to extend the
invitation for you to stay with us

as long as you like.
Thank you.

Phoebe, I've just had the most incredible idea.
This was a few years ago. The musical, Oliver!

Well, let's put them
on the piano.

"Don't make any deals until
you've spoken to me. Joe Papp."

Wouldn't you think they could
make attractive arrangements

when they grow such beautiful flowers here.

Darling, listen,

I have an idea. Why don't you
premiere your new opus here.

Oh, Denny,
what a quaint idea.

Darling, I'm serious. Listen, I'm guest
director of the Hawaii Theater Center.

You've no doubt heard of it.

And this is
A Streetcar Named Desire.

I played Blanche.

I'd love to talk to you about it, darling.

But my nephew and I have some urgent
business to attend to right now.

You do understand? Well, look,
darling. Here, take my card

at least, will you?
And drop by.

Well, Agatha.

And Tommy.
Thomas.

Of course, Thomas.
Well, cheerio.

Well, can you find this man
who is planning to murder me.

"I have always depended
on the kindness of strangers."

How could you let your license
expire? It just slipped my mind.

Well, going to the bank,
slips your mind.

Writing home,
slips your mind.

Renewing your private investigator's license

does not slip your mind.

T. C., you're making a big deal
out of a very little mistake.

It doesn't do any good to
go on and on and on about it.

What I need right
now is a reference.

I need a recommendation
from somebody like you.

An upstanding citizen,
a pillar of the community.

So, how come you didn't
ask me to do it?

I was going to, Rick,

but you've done so many
nice things for me lately.

Yeah, okay, okay, okay,
what am I supposed to say?

What you honestly feel.

Well, you know what those
examiners like to see.

Like, how you're the kind of
guy that always pays his debts.

Yeah, something like that.

The kind of guy who would never drag
a citizen into a dangerous situation.

Not unless it's
absolutely necessary.

The kind of guy who would
never use his friends,

who are not licensed private
investigators to do all of his footwork.

I don't do that.

Hey, I got a make
on that license plate.

DBO 527 is registered to Ace One
Car Rental agency. Thanks, Rick.

T.C. All right, all right,
all right. I'll do it.

But you're gonna have to
give me a couple of days.

This is going to take
some very creative writing.

Thanks, T.C.

You know I can't give
any information like that.

Look, all I need
is the name of a guy

who rented a car with
the license plate DBO 527.

Are you a cop?

No. I'm a private
investigator. Here's my card.

Everybody's
a private investigator.

This license is expired. Well, yeah,
I know. The new one's in the mail.

See, I have a client
and he rented that car

last week and he thinks he
left something valuable in it.

What's your client's name?

I can't tell you that,
client confidentiality.

I'm very busy here,
Mr. Magnum.

I'm sorry.
I can't help you.

Mr. Masters' estate.

Hi, Higgins.

Oh, Magnum. It's you.

Could I talk
to Aunt Phoebe?

No, you can't, hold on.

Robin Masters' estate,
please hold.

I'm afraid I can't
help you, Magnum.

Oh, come on, Higgins. She'll talk
to me. I'm not some famous producer.

Be that as it may, you can't
talk to her. She isn't here.

Where is she?
I haven't the slightest idea.

After she finished giving orders
about rearranging the furniture

in the living room,
the study and her room,

and completely changing the
week's menus with the cook,

she informed me that she was
borrowing my car to go visit a friend.

Higgins,
how could you let her leave?

What if what she said about
somebody following her is true?

Did you ever try giving
advice to your Aunt Phoebe?

How long do you think she'll
be gracing us with her presence?

Oh, that's hard to say.

She's been known to stay a month
or two if she likes the company.

A month?

Or two. And so far she seems
to be having a great time.

Oh, my God.

LANl:
Robin Master's Estate...

What the hell
are you doing, lady?

Back up!
Come on, move it!

What are you doing?
You can't park there.

Move back the other way!

Come on, lady. Move that car!

Come on, lady, I'm late for work! Back up!

Oh, brother!
Hey, where are you going?

Shut the door!
Can't park there!

Hey!

Come on, get back in the
car and move it, will you?

What's the matter with you?
Come on.

Coming.

Hello. Yes, she's staying here,
but she's out at the moment.

I'll be right there.

Oh, Sully. You're here.

Are you okay?
Did I call you Sully?

Yeah.

Well, there is a strong
family resemblance.

Anyone ever tell you you
look like your Uncle Sully?

They used to. It doesn't
matter how long someone's gone,

you still miss them
like they just left yesterday.

What happened?

I stopped at a theater.

I guess it must have
been the wrong one.

Mr. Magnum.

We've notified the police.

Apparently, she was mugged
and knocked down.

Now physically,
she's all right.

Just a few contusions, but
she seems a little disoriented.

Thanks.

He stole my play.

The man who's been
following me.

He wasn't planning
to murder me.

He wanted to steal my play.

I told you the dresser
is to go against the wall

and my bed is supposed
to be by the window.

I can't write unless my bed
is by the window.

But that's where I moved
it before and you said...

That's all right, Lani.
I'll take care of it.

Oh, sometimes I despair if we'll
ever get this place fixed up right.

Who were you
going to see?

What do you mean? When?

When you got lost.
When you got mugged.

You told Higgins you were
going to see a friend.

Oh.

Dennis, I suppose.

You suppose? Dennis. I
was going to see Dennis.

Good heavens, if this is
how you run an investigation,

it's no wonder you're
not working for the CIA.

You're supposed to interrogate
the suspects not the client.

Sully never liked
this side of me.

Crabapple, he called me.

Do you remember,
when Murder Came Knocking

opened in New York, and you and
I sat up all night at Sardi's

waiting for the reviews
to come in?

Dennis Parker thought I was
going to fall flat on my face.

But the reviews
were all glowing,

except for that one...

Oh, what was his name?

The critic for Act One.

Oh, it was wonderful.

I'll come get you
for dinner.

I think I liked it better
the other way.

Yes.

Well,
perhaps it is a good idea

to shake everything up
once in a while

to avoid getting into a rut,

if you see what I mean.

Sounds like something
my Aunt Phoebe said.

I trust
she's resting comfortably.

I guess.

Let me ask you
a hypothetical question.

The kind of question one might find
on a private investigator's exam?

Exactly.

Suppose you were a famous
composer, for instance,

and you hadn't written
any symphonies or operas

or anything like that
for several years.

And suppose you told everyone

you'd just finished something
really very spectacular,

only you didn't finish it
for some reason.

Writer's block, for example?
Yeah. Say, writer's block,

you just...
You couldn't finish it

and everyone was expecting to see
it and there was all this pressure.

What would you do?

There is another way
to look at this.

Another hypothetical.
Precisely.

Suppose you had been in retirement
for some time and you had, indeed,

written something quite...
What was the word?

Spectacular.
Quite.

But you were afraid it might get lost
in the rush of other compositions.

And you knew that with some
unusual publicity gimmick

you might get it the attention
it so richly deserved.

Hmm.

Or, she could be
telling the truth.

I have to assume she is.

I think I'll pay a visit to an
old friend with a motive for theft.

Oh, the phones?

Oh, I disconnected them.
Temporarily.

It does make it
more peaceful somehow.

When I was eight years old,

my Aunt Phoebe took me to see a
production of A Midsummer Night's Dream.

My mother told her
that I was too young.

But Phoebe said you're never
too young for Shakespeare.

And she was right.

I loved every minute of it.

After that, once a year, she took
me to New York to see a new play.

Some I liked
better than others.

And the year
Uncle Sully died,

she took me to see the opening of
her first play, Murder Comes Knocking.

I watched the play.

But mostly, I watched her
watching the play.

And I saw something
I hadn't seen much of

up to that point, an
absolute love of what she did.

Somehow, I couldn't believe that that woman

would let herself be stopped
by writer's block

or stoop to some cheap
gimmick to get publicity.

What I could believe

was that someone who had been
jealous of her success for years

would do almost anything to keep
her from producing another play.

Take five, will you kids?

Well, what are we doing,
slumming?

I beg your pardon?

Phoebe sent you down
with some cockamamie story

about how she's just too
busy to get down to see me,

but we must, dear, have
lunch one day real soon.

Phoebe doesn't know I'm here. Oh.

She didn't come
to see you this afternoon?

I suppose you were with
people who could verify that?

You know, Tommy,

I don't think I appreciate
your tone of voice.

Well, I don't think you're gonna
appreciate this a whole lot more.

You had one play on Broadway,
one success and then oblivion.

Oh, I had a cult following.

While you watched Phoebe
have one hit after another.

Cheap commercial theatrics.

Well, you know what I think?

I think you can't
stand the idea

of seeing her have
one more big success.

That's where you're wrong, Tommy.
I don't begrudge Phoebe anything.

Not her success,
nor her marriage. Nothing.

Frankly, I don't think this
conversation is leading us anywhere.

So, if you'll forgive me,
I am rather busy.

Oh, that rental car
you're driving.

Is that part
of your deal here?

I don't have a rental car.

As a matter of fact,
I don't have any car.

You know, Tommy. I just
never learned to drive.

All right.
Let's pick it up from the top.

Jenny, you be a little bit
more downstage,

and please, now,
let's pick up the tempo.

I know what you're thinking,
and you're right.

Breaking into
the Ace One Car Rental Agency,

especially with
an expired license,

could be one of those little
mistakes that turn into big problems.

On the other hand, at this point I
really didn't see what other choice I had.

And sometimes you have to
risk those little mistakes

to get the big reward.

Now, all I had to do was
figure out what the big reward

was doing following Phoebe,

and if he was the one
who had stolen her play.

There was something real familiar
about the name Theo Winters.

I knew, I knew who he was,

but I couldn't quite
place it.

I was pretty sure
Phoebe would know

or at the very least,
Higgins.

Yeah.
T. C., it's me.

Thomas?
Yes.

Does the name Theo Winters
mean anything to you?

I can't hear you.
Theo Winters.

Does the name Theo Winters
mean anything to you?

I'll have that character reference ready

if you want to come by
and pick it up.

T. C., I need
a little help here.

You sure do. That's why it
took me a while to write it.

I'm talking about
Theo Winters.

For some reason, that
name just sticks out to me.

Does this have anything
to do with the case

you're not investigating because
your investigator's license ran out?

But I can't quite place it.

Theo Winters.
Yeah, you know him?

The name does
sound familiar.

T. C?

Wait a minute,
let me look.

Sardi's. The night
Phoebe's play opened.

Maybe it was the excitement
of the night,

maybe Phoebe was just
a bit overly dramatic,

but when one critic
who didn't like her play

walked into the restaurant,

she dumped her Hungarian goulash on his head.

I ducked under the table as the
food fight started in earnest.

And the critic for the
theatrical trade paper, Act One,

just stood there,

goulash oozing down
his suit.

His name was Theo Winters.

I guess it was crawling
underneath the desk

that helped me
remember that night.

Which just goes to prove that there
really are no little mistakes in life.

On the other hand,
Theo Winters

had made
a definite little mistake

in using his real name and
address when renting a car.

That's if he didn't
want to get caught.

Hello, Denny.

Here, take it, take it,
it's worthless.

I paid some idiot $50 to
steal that thing for me

and it's garbage.
It's gibberish.

The great Phoebe Sullivan,
she's lost it.

And she's lost her mind.

I'm afraid I made
a little mistake.

I underestimated
your ability to find me.

Drink, Mr. Magnum?

No.

Is our Mr. Parker all right?

He's explaining a few things to a
friend of mine in the police department.

And I suppose I should expect
to hear their heavy knock

on my door at any moment.

I assure you that I had
nothing to do with the theft.

I will admit that Denny
Parker was the first person

I contacted on my arrival,

and when he offered
to sell me the manuscript,

I felt, well, it was at least
worth examining.

Why are you
following my aunt?

Phoebe Sullivan
is a public figure.

One of great curiosity
to my readers.

When she disappeared
a few months ago,

everyone assumed that she had
gone in seclusion again to write.

However,
I was in Connecticut,

visiting a friend
at the Middlebury Clinic,

I bumped into Phoebe
in Dr. Gilford's office.

He is one of the foremost
experts on Alzheimer's Disease

and related disorders.

Now, it occurred to me
that if Phoebe Sullivan

were suffering from...
She isn't.

I checked with the records
department at Middlebury.

Naturally,
they gave me nothing.

And then Phoebe ran.

I pursued her
all the way here,

but she's very slippery.
I thought I had her yesterday,

but she slipped away
before I could talk to her.

She won't even let me
get near her.

Well, there's no need.
You can go home, Mr. Winters.

There's no story.

If there is one,
I'll find out.

And I'll write about it.
Why?

Because you're a great writer
with a story that has to be told?

Or because you're still nursing a wounded ego

over a 30-year-old
plate of Hungarian goulash?

I'd learned not to count
on a lot of things in life,

but one thing I could
always count on,

in an odd way,
was my Aunt Phoebe.

She was unconventional
and nobody in my family

could quite understand why staid,
solid, Uncle Sully had married her.

But I knew why. He married
her because she was exciting

and unpredictable,
full of life.

And I knew
she always would be.

I still had to believe
there was nothing

that could drag
my Aunt Phoebe down.

Not as long as there was
something I could do about it.

You're home.

What's all this? I'll bet you
thought I'd forgotten how to cook.

Well, I had a terrible time finding all
the ingredients, but it's your favorite.

Aunt Phoebe,
I saw Dennis Parker tonight.

Oh, Sully,
please, let's not talk shop.

Not tonight.

Thomas.

I'm afraid I cannot remember what
I did with your anniversary present.

I remember buying it
and bringing it home.

Aunt Phoebe.

But I haven't seen hide
nor hair of it since then.

Maybe Myrtle put it away
when she was cleaning up.

Aunt Phoebe.

I've been thinking

we really ought to
fix this place up.

Not just redecorate, but
really shake down the rafters.

Oh, Sully, did you really
think I'd be the kind

to want to put down roots?

I'm not Sully. I'm Thomas.

Who are you?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid my husband
isn't home right now.

Aunt Phoebe.

What happened to your play?

You found it.

Thomas.

You found it.

It isn't very good, is it?

What took me
a long time to sort out

was why I was mad
at Phoebe.

She hadn't let me down.

Life was letting her down.

And try as I might,
I couldn't figure out

what I could do
to turn that around for her.

Magnum. The police are here to
take a statement from Phoebe.

Apparently, she is gone.
So is the Audi.

"Lovers and madmen
have such seething brains,

"such shaping fantasies,
that apprehend

"more than cool reason
ever comprehends.

"The lunatic, the lover
and the poet

"are of imagination
all compact.

"The one sees more devils
than vast hell can hold,

"that is, the madman.

"The lover, all as frantic,
sees Helen's beauty

"in a brow of Egypt.

"The poet's eye,
in a fine frenzy rolling,

"doth glance
from heaven to earth,

"from earth to heaven

"and as imagination
bodies forth

"the form of things unknown,
the poet's pen

"turns them to shapes

"and gives to airy nothing

"a local habitation
and a name.

"Such tricks hath
strong imagination."

A Midsummer Night's Dream.

I remember.

What a joy it was

for me to see you seeing
things for the first time.

Aunt Phoebe... I'm going
to go back to New York.

I want you to stay here
with me.

I thought that's what
I wanted, too.

I tricked myself into
thinking I was in danger.

So you'd come riding in
on a white horse

and rescue me.

I want to rescue you.
I know.

Well, then stay here.

Some days things
are so clear,

I think this is all just
going to go away.

But it isn't. I need to be
around a lot of people

who will keep me
thinking and working.

I have that in New York.

My theater family. And a few
regular family members, too,

if I can put up with them.

I always did need
a lot of distraction.

I'm afraid my life here
would get too sedentary.

And I realize now that I
needed to see you again.

One more time.

And to let you know
how much I love you.

Aunt Phoebe.

And to let you know I'm
going to be okay with this.

Really, I am.

And don't judge
Dennis too harshly.

Life didn't work out for him

as well as it did for us.

"A revival of
Murder Came Knocking

"will be mounted at the newly
refurbished David Garrick Theater.

"All of New York society is
waiting in keen anticipation

"to see if author
Phoebe Sullivan

"will arrive
for opening night,

"at which time the theater
will be rededicated

"and carry her name."

Jonathan,
isn't that wonderful?

Apparently, it was
Theo Winters' idea.

"Miss Sullivan,
who has gone into seclusion

"to write and reflect, could
not be reached for comment."

Oh, incidentally, your renewed
investigator's license arrived in the mail.

More tea?
No, thanks, Lani.

Keo will be back
tomorrow morning.

I think I'll take a walk.

"And as imagination
bodies forth

"the form of things unknown,
the poet's pen

"turns them to shapes,
and gives to airy nothing

"a local habitation
and a name."

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