All language subtitles for 07.07 Paper War

Stop, or I'll shoot.

Higgins, no, it's me!

To quote, "Higgins, I won't be home
all night. I have to do surveillance."

And that was the truth. I had
a change of plans, I came home,

I went to bed early.

Fully clothed,
wearing gloves?

All right, yes, I sneaked in
and got your security keys.

But not to put
something over on you.

I just didn't
want to wake you.

How considerate. Please remove that
mindless game from the computer.

I can't. This instant, Magnum. I insist.

Pull your disk and leave.
I told you, I can't.

For God's sake,
it's 2:00 a. M!

And I couldn't sleep.

Look, I just wanna wind down,
Higgins. I had a terrible day.

I was right on the verge of
cracking this big gambling case

I've been working on,
when the...

When you had a
chronic attack of adolescence.

No. When my suspect
flew off to Maui.

Higgins, what are you doing?
No!

Oh, my God!

Now I'm gonna have
to buy T.C. A new game.

I told you you
couldn't turn it off.

It's programmed to
erase if you stop it.

Don't be ridiculous. Why
should anyone devise such a toy?

'Cause Siege of the
Seventh Galaxy is not a toy.

It is designed for the adult who
yearns for the risk and challenge

of true-life
intergalactic combat.

Stop!

What are you doing?
I'm reformatting.

Oh, my God!

You've destroyed New Delhi.

I've what?

My second campaign in India. Three
months of mind-wrenching labor,

five complete chapters, an
entire era of my life, gone!

Why did you
reformat the main drive?

I was trying to delete it.

That game cost $59.95.

Game? You dare to mention
that game at this moment.

New Delhi is lost!

Well,
so is the Seventh Galaxy.

Oh, let's just forget it.
I've got to get some rest.

I've got to be
downtown in five hours.

Then I suggest you leave now.
It's a very long walk.

No. You can't do that.

I have to stay on that casino
case. I'm real close to breaking it.

You said your
suspect flew to Maui.

But not his office. Look, Higgins,
I'm sorry about your memoirs.

Then accept just punishment.

Punishment?
It wasn't my fault.

The Ferrari keys, Magnum.
Now.

And the keys to my other vehicles
are to be delivered to me, as well.

Your vehicles?

The vehicles Mr. Masters
has placed in my care.

No, no, no. You think of
them as your own, don't you?

Your cars,
your house, your computer,

so you can use them to
threaten me and manipulate me.

You're being quite childish.

And you're being petty,
Higgins. Real petty.

I'm being emphatic! The keys!

Oh, Hig...

You're right.
It was a stupid thing to do.

I'll give you the other keys
in the morning. Good night.

Seven years is a long time
to share common ground

with someone whom you
share no common ground.

But if there's one thing that
Higgins and I do share in common,

it's our passion
for competition.

We're even sporting enough to
give each other an advantage.

For instance,
I gave Higgins the edge

by handing over the car keys
without a fight.

That told him for sure that I had no
intention of giving up the Ferrari.

The funny part was that he
didn't try to use the advantage

and stop me from leaving.

But then if there's one other
thing Higgins and I have in common,

it's a respect for work.

I mean, no matter how mad he might
have been about the loss of his memoirs,

he would never have been petty enough to
stand in my way of attending to business.

Even business as trivial
as breaking and entering.

Hi.

What were you
doing in my office, Magnum?

Have we met?
No.

But that hasn't stopped you
from following me around.

Where'd you hear that?

Same place I heard you were
gonna break in here this morning.

Wait a minute, Bill Nahli.

You have to be Bill Nahli.

And you think I've
been following you?

This is funny, see, 'cause
I'm a private investigator.

That I know.

Working for who?
You.

Your company hired
me to do efficiency reports.

Now do you
see why it's funny?

Hey, wait a minute...

Yeah, it's very funny, since
we're closed for vacation.

But then, you knew that. You watched
me take off for Maui yesterday.

Okay. Give me my camera, move your
cars, and I'll come back next week.

No, you won't. I don't believe
you're working for me, Magnum.

But if you are, you're fired.

Hey, wait, my camera.

It was yours.

No, it wasn't.

If there's a third thing that
Higgins and I have in common,

it's an expert knowledge
of evasion techniques.

I'd have to be
expertly evasive with T.C.

Until I came up
with $1,259.95,

the cost of one destroyed computer
disk and one misplaced camera.

And I had no doubt that Higgins
would be evasive with me,

rather than admit that he'd
overreacted in taking my car keys.

But then, I knew how much
his memoirs meant to him,

so I decided if he apologized,
I'd be nice about it.

I might even
offer to pay my fine.

Officer, I'm sorry, I meant
to fasten my seatbelt, but I...

You're under arrest
for grand theft auto.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say
could be disastrous,

so please speak in the warmest,
gentlest, most complimentary tones.

Yes, yes. We must take no chance of
disturbing the cereus before tomorrow.

No, of course not.

Jonathan, isn't it exciting?

You and Mr. Obata
could become famous.

Agatha, this is hardly the first
inducement of a daylight blooming

of the
Cereus Mandevillus hybrid.

However, our technique
is quite original.

We've managed to interrupt
the natural sex cycle.

Oh, dear.

Mr. Higgins and I have discovered
that the normal behavior

of the cereus can be reversed
by restricting pollination.

Higgins!

I can't believe you
did that, Higgins!

Mr. Magnum, please, don't
yell. Think of the cereus.

You bet it's serious. Mr. Obata is
referring to the Cereus Mandevillus.

You might disturb them before
tomorrow's International Hawaiian show.

Flowers? Are you serious?

You want to talk
about upset flowers?

What about me, Higgins?
I'm very upset.

Perhaps you could explain your
anger, Mr. Magnum, in cooler tones.

Higgins had Thomas arrested.

Arrested? Jonathan!

Agatha, please.

Magnum, am I to understand that it was
you who took the Ferrari this morning?

Oh, come on,
you knew I had it.

No. I reported it stolen
because you vowed not to use it.

It never occurred to me that
you might go back on your word.

Oh, cute.

Okay, just drop the charges,
I'll go get the car,

and we'll forget
the whole thing.

I'll drop the charges,
of course.

But a vow is a vow.

You can't drive the car
for six days and 11 hours.

Which will give
you an opportunity

to make an emotional commitment
to your groundskeeping duties.

I do hope you understand.

Understand?

Sure. I understand.

No problem.

He had me arrested.

Thomas, how many more times
are you going to say that?

Come on, Higgins already
explained what happened.

And you believed him?

Well, I wanted to believe that he meant
what he said about dropping the charges.

I mean, I need the two grand bail money back.

Well, don't worry.

He will straighten things out with
the police. He has made his point.

What was he trying to prove about
that emotional commitment stuff?

That is just his way of
reminding me that I promised

to help out with the lawn work
while he was busy on his project.

Here they are,
my secret set.

Are you crazy? Are you gonna
try and get the Ferrari?

Of course not.

I just wanted to find these so I
could give them back to Higgins.

Hey, man.
Where is my camera?

T. C., where the hell have you been?
I needed help with the bail money.

Well, you two had already left the
station by the time I got there.

Where is the camera?

Safe. I put it in the car
and the car's been impounded.

It is not in the car.
I had the police check.

Oh. Okay. Then have this film
developed for me.

Do what?

Well, I don't wanna ask Higgins
to use the darkroom right now.

And this film is
the key to your camera.

They usually go together.

So why is this film
not with my camera?

Because I switched it before
Nahli's guy grabbed your camera.

But don't worry, we'll get
it back, when we nail Nahli.

Hold it, hold it.

Who's Nahli?

The head of the biggest
gambling ring in the Islands.

And that film
could prove it.

It's a list addresses I
shot in his office files.

Casino locations?

I'll know for sure
if T.C. Will develop the film

and if you'll check
some of the addresses.

Me?
Rick, please.

I can't do it.
Nahli knows me now.

I wonder how he could have
found out that I was tailing him.

I wonder why I'm not in
there trying to kill him.

That's a $1,200 camera.

So, can you please just help me
find it by developing that film?

I'll get the prints to you
as soon as I can, Rick.

And in the meantime, Rick,
could you talk to Ice Pick?

He may know about
Nahli's operations.

Thomas, Ice Pick,
you got to understand.

It's not that easy. Every time I
go to him I owe him another favor.

But this is important.

It's always important.
So what're you gonna do?

You gonna take
a nap until I get back?

No, I'm gonna commit myself
to some "cereus" lawn work.

What in God's
name are you doing?

Higgins. Is something wrong?

You've just destroyed
my chance to become

the first person to exhibit a
day-blooming Cereus Mandevillus.

You know how hard I've worked on
this project. You've gone too far!

Higgins,
they weren't blooming.

Of course
they're not blooming!

They'll only bloom during
the daytime in a dark room!

I thought they were useless.
Honest.

I'm sorry.

I just got
emotionally committed.

It's a logical error.

I understand.

I know what
you're thinking, and, sure,

I knew Higgins and I were
getting a little out of hand.

But if there's a fourth thing
that Higgins and I have in common,

it's an adult, sensitive, rational
attitude towards our problems.

We've always
known where to draw the line.

I suggest we try a normal,
nocturnal sex cycle.

Yes. And then attempt to interrupt the
pollination again before the competition.

Good morning,
Higgins, Mr. Obata.

Magnum, you're up early.
Didn't you sleep well?

I slept great.
Any reason I shouldn't have?

No. No, of course not.

What's the condition of the
cereus? Not serious, I hope.

I'm glad you can find humor
in the situation, Mr. Magnum.

Yeah, I'm glad I can, too.

Magnum, what do you want?

I would like to
borrow some adhesive tape.

Did you hurt yourself?
No, it's for a friend.

I'll just get some out of the medicine
cabinet, if that's okay. Thanks.

Magnum, wait.
Something's troubling you.

Why aren't you asleep?
It's the crack of dawn.

I have duties
to perform here, remember?

Not more lawn work,
I trust?

No, Mr. Obata. Security.

I check the grounds,
keep an eye out

for any old dangerous weapons
that might be left lying around.

Things like that.

Old dangerous weapons?

It's okay, Higgins.
I took care of the problem.

You and Higgins have
been playing stupid games

while I've been out
doing your work.

No, Higgins is playing games.
I'm just trying to resolve things.

I mean, I did make a concrete
effort to end this feud.

Hey, it's not funny, Thomas. If you
really wanted to stop this fight,

you would have never
plugged up his cannon.

He beheaded my chicken. After
you beheaded his flowers.

After he had me arrested.

After you stole the Ferrari.
I didn't steal it.

Which means that the whole
fight started over nothing.

So drop it.
And do me a favor,

do your own investigation from
now on. I got better things to do.

Well, will you just tell me what
you found out about Bill Nahli?

Oh, yeah. As soon as you tell
me what all this junk is for.

Well, it's just... It's
kind of insurance, you know,

that I hope I
don't have to use.

Now, what did Ice Pick
have to say?

The casino locations are
the best kept secret in town.

Nahli and his boss
cater to the tourist crowd.

This way, they don't have to mess
around with the cops or the syndicate.

Nahli has a boss?

And that is
the other best kept secret.

Ice Pick's been trying to get a
lead on the big guy for months,

but so far... Nothing.

Well, maybe you can find a
lead at one of those addresses.

And that is the last favor I'm gonna do
for you, Thomas, and you remember that.

You better straighten
this thing out with Higgins.

I will. All he has to do
is come and talk to me.

Got your prints.

Yeah, thanks, T.C.

Well, don't get
too excited.

I mean, I only stayed up till
midnight trying to get those developed.

Hey, these are all
residential addresses.

Of course. Nahli's not gonna
have his casinos in Waikiki.

Maybe you can sneak a look at the first
few houses and call me if you find anything.

Yeah. Like my camera.

And speaking of my property,

I think maybe I'd better pick
up my disk before it gets lost.

Right.

It must be in this
big pile of junk.

Higgins!
Higgins, open the door!

But Mr. Magnum,
you can't come in.

We're pollinating.

I want to see Higgins now!

Magnum, go away!

No, don't let
in the daylight!

The blooms are closing!
Shut the door, shut the door.

Where's my stuff, Higgins?

I have no idea
what you mean by your stuff.

But our competition begins
in exactly three hours,

and if these Cereus
Mandevillus blooms are not open,

you are to be held
directly responsible.

You cleaned out my closet.

Yes. You said you wished
to make a contribution

to the Home for Incorrigible
Boys Equipment Drive.

A contribution, yes.
But not my entire closet.

I didn't know that.

You had most of
the closet's contents

lying out in the room
when the collectors arrived.

You gave away everything.

My gorilla mask, my Tiger
uniform, my Al Kaline bat.

I had no idea these tokens
meant so much to you.

If I had, believe me, I would
not have given them away.

The blooms are opening again!

Oh, Jonathan, we're saved!

Yes, yes, I'm coming.

Robin Masters' Estate.

Hello? Is anyone there?
Hello.

I'm very, very sorry, but all the donations

have already been
distributed to the boys.

Look, could you just try and
find a few of the things for me?

Just a second,
Mrs. Hunter. Hello?

Thomas, I checked out
a couple of those addresses.

You were right.
Vegas in the basements.

That's great, Rick, but...

Listen to this, Nahli was
at one of the casinos.

I got a shot of him
before his goons spotted me.

Rick, can I call you back?
Thanks.

Mrs. Hunter? Yes, Mr. Magnum. I'm still here.

Good. There's
a Detroit Tiger

baseball uniform in the
stuff that Higgins sent you.

It really means a lot to me.

Don't go away,
Mrs. Hunter. Hello?

Thomas, did Rick call you? He
found Nahli. We can get my camera.

Meet us at... Yeah, T.
C., I'll call you back.

Mrs. Hunter?

Mr. Magnum, it's obvious
that we're both very busy.

No, no, no.

There's just
a few more things.

There's a baseball bat and a
gorilla mask... A gorilla mask?

I know, I know.

It's kind of silly to
miss a gorilla mask, but...

Damn!
Mrs. Hunter...

Mrs. Hunter?

Whoever it is,
I'll have to call you back.

No, Magnum,
we talk now.

It's Bill Nahli.
We need to have a meeting.

2:00 in the old abandoned Marina
Medical Building. And come alone.

If there's a fifth thing that
Higgins and I have in common,

it's a pragmatic
sentimentality.

We only hold on to things that have
some practical use in the present.

Old bats that still had a
few long balls left in them,

old cannons that
could still fire.

But I'd begun to wonder if we were
as practical about old attitudes.

Maybe Higgins and I
had unconsciously

decided to freshen up some old
fights by going outside the rules.

And I suddenly realized
that maybe Bill Nahli

wasn't staying within
the announced rules either.

Nahli?

Higgins!

What are you up to?

I'm up to between the second
and third floors, I believe.

And trapped here indefinitely,
thanks to you.

Don't be absurd. How should
I know why we're in here.

Because you set it up. You must
have found out I was meeting Nahli.

What name did you say?

Nahli, Higgins. Bill Nahli.

The guy I've been tailing. Don't
tell me you've never heard of him.

Well, I...

I know him by reputation.
He's a respected businessman.

He's a crook. And he wanted to strike a deal

to give me his big casino boss's
name. Did you set that up too?

Of course not.

Then why are you here?

You stole the Ferrari again.
I followed you to collect it.

If you followed me,
how'd you get here first?

No, Higgins, you were cooking something
up to get back at me for the bridge.

Ah, yes, get back at you.

Tit for tat, cut and
thrust, an eye for an eye,

a Roland for an Oliver.

A Roland for an Oliver?

Childish retaliations to the
end. Well, I've cooked up nothing.

So claim your victory and your
delirious rampage of devastation.

My rampage?
Who devastated my chicken?

Who deliriously
gave away all my stuff?

How dare you
claim equitable vindication?

You destroyed my
milestone experiment,

my most prized
possessions and my history.

I merely dispensed
with a few baubles.

Baubles?
Yes, Magnum, baubles. Toys.

A gorilla mask, old baseball
cards, a piece of wood

given you in your youth
by that Kanine chap.

Kaline! Al Kaline.

My role model, and one
of the greats of the game.

Game! Precisely.

It's unnatural for an adult to attach
such importance to games and toys.

Oh, and toy bridges
are okay, and toy cannons,

and sexually maladjusted flowers
that you have to speak kindly to.

Those are acceptable mature baubles
for the mature, mature adult!

Come on, Higgins,
enough is enough.

Now, someone is going to help,
right? Or turn the power back on?

Double pressure from the same
side should prove more practical.

Come on, Higgins, answer me.
What are you up to?

What's your next
part of the plan?

I'm only going to try to create
a leverage while you push.

Higgins, if you...

If you are telling the truth,

we may end up having to
fight our way out of here.

I don't want to do it
with a bent barrel.

Only with a bent psyche.

What does that mean?

Simply that there
are so-called professions

that only 40-year-old
adolescents,

desperate to prove their
virility would practice.

Well, whatever I'm trying to prove,
at least I'm doing it in the present.

It beats living off the
laurels of an alleged past.

Alleged past?

Are you suggesting
that I lie about it?

I am suggesting
that some people

just don't have much of a
past, so they make one up.

Maybe even one so detailed
they can even believe it.

As soon as we get out of
here, I shall call Mr. Masters.

At his discretion, one of us will
agree to leave Robin's Nest permanently.

Well, we know there won't be much
question about his discretion.

But I'll agree anyway.

I'm telling you, they let the
whole thing get out of hand.

Look at this mess.

Thomas is
definitely out of hand.

We solve his case for him and he doesn't
even bother to show up to thank us.

Which means he could be
in some kind of trouble.

Yeah, he sure is in trouble. Twelve
hundred and sixty bucks' worth.

Would you just forget about that
stuff until we find Thomas and Higgins?

No. No!

Why is it our
job to find them?

Why is it our
job to do his job?

Why am I out
a camera and a disk

that I never even got
a chance to use...

Hey, wait a minute.
Look at this.

Something serious at 4:00.

Higgins doesn't
misspell words.

Night-blooming cereus,
It's a flower.

Yeah,
the flower that got beheaded.

There's no telling what Higgins
did after Thomas blew his bridge.

3:30. Let's go.

What are you doing?
It slipped.

There's a chance that I
can induce more slippage.

No, the brakes are probably worn,
so they slipped a little bit.

But there's a safety.
You can't jar it loose.

And even if you could, do you wanna
free-fall two and a half floors?

Rather than stay here indefinitely,
yes. I'll take the risk.

No, Higgins, no. Come on,
stop, please. Just a minute.

Now, no more games.

You didn't arrange this to
mess up my meeting with Nahli?

I mean, you weren't
maybe pretending to be him?

On my honor, as an
Englishman, before the Crown,

I am not responsible.

Even as we may
shortly fall to our deaths,

you cannot forego the
opportunity to laugh at me.

Oh, come on. If I was doing the
jumping, you'd think I looked funny.

But I'd have
the decency not to laugh.

This has nothing to do with
decency. You can't laugh.

You know, in all the time I've known you,

I have never actually seen you
have a great big belly laugh.

People of proper breeding
do not belly-laugh.

Fine. Don't offend your
breeding by jumping.

Safety must be
locked down tight.

It's somewhere
on top of the car.

How is it that you're
so knowledgeable of lifts?

Elevators. And don't tell me
I actually know

more about something
than you do.

Your indictment presumes
that I possess very little

first-hand knowledge
on any subject,

that I am a charlatan
who has fabricated his past.

Not your entire past.
Nobody's that creative.

You probably didn't
make up any of it.

I've seen you in action.
That speaks for itself.

Your accusation cannot
be retracted so easily.

Well, the same goes for you
calling me a 40-year-old adolescent.

No, your accusation
is totally false.

However, aside from your reasons
for pursuing investigative work,

I consider you to
be quite competent.

Thanks. Not extraordinary,
mind you, but competent.

That's complimentary, when
you consider that I have known

the best Intelligence minds
in the world.

Yes. So it says
in your memoirs.

Tell me something, Higgins,
is there anybody

you haven't known, or
anything you haven't done?

You're calling
me a liar again.

I'm calling you
an exaggerator.

Your memoirs read
like a bad novel.

Not that it's bad writing.
No, it's kind of exciting,

very imaginative,
very professional.

Not like that cheap pulp
that Robin writes.

How dare you!

I was just quoting you.

You're the one who's always
referring to Robin's writing as cheap.

I never said cheap. It's
just not serious writing.

That's the only real difference
between the memoirs and the novels.

The memoirs? The novels?

I was using the article "the" to compare
the works, rather than the writers.

Sure.

Just how much writing
have you done, Higgins?

And so she says, "Ed, when are we
gonna get married? I feel dirty."

Ed, over a beer
tonight, okay?

We're late coming
back from lunch.

Check this place
one more time, okay?

One more time.

Yes, naturally, I've studied
the fundamentals of writing.

Professional writing?

Hey, Dave,
the power's still on in here.

All right, that's it, Higgins.

No more games. I've had it!

Why didn't you do
that before now?

Because I didn't
want to waste a bullet.

If it is Nahli playing
the games, we may need it.

Magnum, are you certain it was a
Mr. Bill Nahli you were to meet here?

A rat!

I didn't ask for your
opinion of his character.

Just tell me if you're sure that's
whom you were to meet. Nahli?

N- A-H-L-I?

Yes. And I just saw an R-A-T
that could eat Rhode Island.

10-4.

The power's off again.

Some clown called
Island Power this morning

and told them
to cut it back on.

It's a big commitment,
this marriage stuff, Dave.

If I marry Donna,
what about Sally?

What about this job?
Get busy.

All right, all right.

Forget it. I can't get out.
That escape's not legal size.

You still haven't explained
your knowledge of lifts.

And you still
haven't explain...

Explained why you're here.

I still say you know
more than you're telling.

What happened, Higgins? Did
Nahli double-cross you, too?

I came to find my
stolen Ferrari.

Oh, that's it!

That sells it.

Sells what?

You said
your Ferrari. Again.

You have done that one
too many times, Higgins.

I meant Mr. Masters' Ferrari.

No, you didn't.
You do lie about yourself.

It all adds up. The writing, the
little "my" slips of the tongue.

What one earth
are you talking about?

The big lie, Higgins.
Admit it. You're Robin.

You are Robin Masters.

I'm laughing at the sheer
absurdity of the accusation.

No, no, no. You're laughing
because you're trapped.

You have never
laughed like this.

Now, admit it,
you spent all these years

pretending to be
Robin's employee,

because you didn't want anyone to
know that you write cheap pulp novels.

And who, may I ask, is the man we
know and address as Robin Masters?

I don't know. Some little
guy with a voice like

Orson Welles and
a body like Truman Capote

that you hired
to pose as Robin.

That was very
interesting casting.

You weren't satisfied
with a nom de plume.

You developed
this whole persona

to create the kind of playboy
you envisioned writing cheap pulp

so you could devote
yourself to serious writing.

Oh, please, I can't stand it.

You can't stand the truth.
Oh, come on, please.

I remember all
the little slip-ups,

like the time
Robin called you "sir."

And why is it
that you know exactly

when he's going to call, and
exactly what he's going to say?

I mean, why does
Jonathan Quayle Higgins

get these very legal looking letters
from Robin's publishing company?

Well...

Occasionally Mr. Masters asks me to
look over minor documents for him.

Minor documents? Checks, contracts,
approvals for galley sheets?

You steamed open my mail.
Ah-ha!

Your mail!

Demolition sirens?

They're gonna
blow this place up.

If you didn't set this up
with Bill Nahli,

you still got to have some
idea what it's all about.

Yes.

Cereus Mandevillus.

Your attention, please.
This area is unsafe.

You must clear the area and
move behind the barricades.

I repeat, clear the area and
move behind the barricades.

We're here
because of your flowers?

Perhaps.

Because of the day-blooming
experiment. Mr. Obata...

All right, I've reconsidered
your free-fall theory.

Help me.

We're safe for the moment. City
codes require that the alarms

sound first 20 minutes
before the blast.

They'll sound
again in five minutes.

Thanks. That's very reassuring.
Now, will you please jump?

And tell me why you think
Mr. Obata's mixed up in this.

I believe he's arranged
for me to perish

rather than share the credit on
our Cereus Mandevillus project.

He sent you here?

No. But I find it disconcerting
that he's Bill Nahli's uncle.

His uncle?

Higgins, people don't
take flowers that seriously.

Your friend, Mr. Obata, is
probably the big casino boss,

and he's been using
that cereus project

as an excuse to hang
around and keep tabs on me.

And he must've finally
found out that I was

onto his number two man,
his nephew.

Well, I...

I was very angry with you when
you took the car yesterday,

and I might have mentioned to Agatha and...

And to Mr. Obata...

That you were going
to have me arrested

at some office while I was
investigating a gambling case.

If I leaked vital information,
it was an innocent error.

Like your coming
down here was innocent?

What, did Mr. Obata con you with some
great idea for getting back at me?

My reason for being here is of
little importance at the moment,

and may have no consequence
at all in 15 minutes.

It's 12 minutes to four.

They might not
withstand the shock.

Agatha,
we've got to talk to you.

We can talk,
but I can't open the door.

The Cereus Mandevillus
must remain in total darkness

until just before the opening.

Is Higgins in there with you?

No, I'm alone. Mr. Obata is
holding a press conference,

and Jonathan has
gone to assist Mr. Magnum.

Assist? We thought
Thomas was here.

Yeah, to try and mess up those
flowers before Higgins can show them.

Oh, dear.

The call was a trick?

What call?

The call that Jonathan
received from a man who told him

that Mr. Magnum was in serious
difficulty and needed help.

Did Higgins say
where he was going?

Yes, the Marine.
No... The Marina.

The Marina. The Yacht Club Marina. That's it!

They're gonna take the
King Kam Two out to sea,

and they're gonna settle
this fight once and for all.

Wait a minute, Rick.

Oh, no,
you can't bloom now!

Your attention, please.

You have five minutes
to clear the area.

I repeat, you have five
minutes to detonation.

It was a long shot,
but it finally came to me.

My uncle told me
on these elevators

where the escape hatch
was so small,

that the brakes were
probably in the floor.

Your uncle?

Yeah, Uncle Otis. He used
to take me on repair jobs

with him when I was a kid.

Your uncle was a lift
repairman and his name was Otis?

An elevator repairman,
and yes, his name was Otis,

and if you put that in one of your
books, no one would believe it,

would they, Robin?

For God's sake, you're not
going to start that again?

We may have less
than five minutes to live.

So, we may not have another
chance to discuss it.

Confess. Wait.

It's here.

This is the final
warning to clear the area.

We are at one
minute and counting.

I repeat, we have one minute to detonation.

Safety's frozen.

It won't budge.

Come on, turn loose.

Got it!

You okay?

Yes.

Magnum, where did
you park the Ferrari?

Will you forget about the
car and worry about us?

All clear. We have a go.

Ten, nine,

eight, seven, six,

five, four, three, two, one.

We had to check out
the Yacht Club Marina!

I should never
have listened to you

and that stupid
duel at sea theory!

We would have made it if we'd
have come here first, but no...

Come on, will you? Just
come on! It's not my fault.

I mean,
we couldn't have known...

You
couldn't have known.

We couldn't have
know that they...

You couldn't have known we were
trapped inside if you'd gotten here.

Well, Mr. Masters' Ferrari
appears to be all right.

The Cereus Mandevillus bloomed
briefly in the broom closet

and then succumbed, without
the judges ever seeing them.

To think that Mr. Obata might
have murdered you for nothing.

Flower lovers can
be pretty serious people.

But of course Mr. Obata had far more
important things on his mind than flowers.

He made a full confession
about the casino operation.

Mr. Obata
arranged for my death

out of a desperate need
for singular notoriety.

But I could hardly expect that you
and I would agree on the matter.

Yes, well, I must be going.

Bye, Agatha.
Bye.

Okay, Higgins,

I'm here to get
something off my chest.

I did have an uncle who repaired
elevators, but his name wasn't Otis.

It was Tom.

They're the wrong size.

Fortunately, so was your
Detroit Tiger costume.

It was too large
for any of the boys.

Mrs. Hunter says that most of your
other donations were rejected as well.

The complaints ranged from
antiquated to juvenile.

Rick and T.C. Say you
only came to that building

because you thought I was
in trouble. Is that true?

I was obviously duped into
going by a bogus phone call.

You won't admit that you came
there to help me out, will you?

Just like you won't admit that you're Robin.

No, I won't listen to that
ridiculous theory again.

Sure, Robin.

And for your information,
Mr. Masters does ask me

to inspect all of
his important papers.

Of course. Why not? Robin
should check out Robin's papers.

Anyway, I am going surf skiing for a while.

Kids stuff, I know,
but I do enjoy it.

Have fun
rebuilding your toy bridge.

The cement is out
of your toy cannon

when you want to play with it.

Magnum,

I, too, have a
confession to make.

I did indeed want the last
trick, the last one-up.

But, so goes the game.

You're a good loser, Robin.

Higgins!