All language subtitles for MrSWr3E08.Magnum.on.Ice.(2).

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, PI.

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 sown a few dragon's 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.

Hmm.

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.

Uh, 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, uh, 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, uh...

I mean, come to think of it,

I can see how you might.

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

Uh, which one?

Was it, uh... 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 MO, 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, uh, 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, uh, 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, uh, 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 businesswoman, 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, 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!

- Ow! - 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.

Uh, 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.