"Take 'em off, girls." "Take them totally off." "[Camera clicking]" "What murder?" "The other partner." "He was murdered last night." "I don't believe you killed them." "Honest." "And I'm afraid I'm next." "Not only does she find one guy to pay her rent, she finds two." "I can't stand pain and violence." "I hate it." "I love it." "No, wait!" "(Magnum) Jan?" "You all right?" "[Hawaiian music playing]" "(Russell) For Lani it's a simple cover-up of jade green with a touch of hibiscus in her hair." "And more than a touch of sexiness in this daringly cut two-piece." "(Russell) A beautiful swimsuit for a beautiful lady." "[Audience clapping]" "Orchids for Wendy." "Now, Wendy's an old-fashioned girl." "New-fangled swimsuits may be all right for some, but..." "But Wendy, Wendy sticks to tradition." "The traditional bikini." "Another touch of the Islands from Jan Kona." "[Audience clapping]" "And here are all of our lovely girls, back to give you one more glimpse of the new summer swimwear by Jan Kona." "Aren't they beautiful, ladies and gentlemen?" "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen." "And that concludes our special sneak preview of Jan Kona beachwear designs." "And now, may I present your co-host for this afternoon," "Bart Lindsey." "[Audience clapping]" "No, no, no, please." "Thank you." "L..." "I do appreciate it." "I loved it as much as you did." "(Bart) But save your applause for the one who deserves it." "My inspired, talented, hard-working, beautiful partner, Jan Kona!" "Thank you, Bart. And thank you." "I'm so glad you liked all of our new designs." "Alan predicts a great year for us." "By the way, where is Alan?" "You mean Mr. Shy?" "[All laughing]" "This is only two-thirds of the Jan Kona company, everybody." "Our important third is the genius that put this show together and narrated so beautifully." "Come on out, Alan Russell." "Don't be bashful." "[Audience clapping]" "(Jan) Come on, Alan." "Everybody loves you." "Okay, now spit." "Spit?" "Yeah." "See, you rub it around and the saliva keeps your mask from fogging up." "Rubbed it in real good?" "All right." "Okay, rinse it out a little bit." "Get your snorkel in." "Here we go." "You're doing beautifully." "Magnum!" "I'll be right back." "Thanks, Higgins." "I should like to point out two important facts:" "One, I'm neither your secretary nor your answering service." "Higgins." "Two, you have breached your own code of conduct by dallying with one of Robin Masters' house guests." "I am not dallying," "I am teaching her how to snorkel." "Nonsense." "She's an expert snorkeler." "I know." "You know?" "And she knew that I knew when she asked me to teach her." "Then why on earth..." "Higgins, if you never play games, how do you ever have any fun?" "Uh, Miss Jones," "Mr. Masters has arranged for you to meet his publisher on Wednesday so I've taken the liberty of booking your flight for this evening." "Thank you, Higgins." "Thomas Magnum here." "Oh, thank goodness." "I thought the line went dead." "Oh, uh, there were technical difficulties." "Who am I speaking to?" "Kona." "Jan Kona." "What can I do for you, Miss Kona?" "Mr. Magnum, at this moment I am so scared that I barely make any sense." "Alan Russell, one of my partners, has been murdered." "Well, have you called the police?" "They're here now." "They're all over the place." "Look, I'd rather not discuss this over the phone." "Could you meet me someplace?" "Well, the bar of the King Kamehameha Club?" "I can be there in an hour." "Uh, I can be there in two." "I'll be there." "Oh, Jan, darling." "Florence, I tried to call you at home." "Oh, of all the days to go to one of my committee meetings." "Are you all right?" "Alan wanted me to come today." "Oh, why didn't I cancel that meeting?" "Well, he... he just wasn't the type of husband to insist on anything." "I said, "Maybe some other time." He said, "Fine."" "[Sobbing] And I never spoke to him again." "Oh, Florence!" "[People chattering]" "Kimo, don't forget to give me the bar receipts from yesterday." "Hi, Thomas." "Hi, Rick." "Give him a drink, Kimo." "Right away, Rick." "[Sighs]" "I'm supposed to meet Jan Kona here." "Oh, yeah?" "What do you mean, "Oh, yeah?"" "Nothin', except she's one sexy lady, pal." "Thanks, Kimo." "You're welcome, Magnum." "How well do you know her?" "Not as well as I'd like to." "Her real name is Janie Coogan." "She used to be a waitress." "Thomas, she used to wear this little costume." "She wore these black mesh stockings." "She had legs that went all the way up to her neck." "It was to die when you see this dame." "I get the picture." "Well, she was also real ambitious, see?" "She was lookin' for a guy with money that could do her a lot of good." "And brother, did she luck out." "Not only does she find one guy to pay her rent, she finds two." "Alan Russell and Bart Lindsey." "Well, I already know about Russell." "It's an old Island family." "Who's Lindsey?" "Well, Lindsey's a promoter from the mainland." "He made a bundle of money packaging Hawaiian vacations and brother, he laid it on her, too." "And I guess he didn't mind sharing' her because Russell was pumpin' money onto little Janie with the fantastic body, too." "In fact..." "Hey, isn't there a..." "There's a name for that, uh..." "A French name, a mena..." "A menagerary, right?" "[Snickering]" "It's not even close." "Uh, let me ask you something, Rick." "These guys set her up in business and became her partners, right?" "Yeah." "So?" "Then she became a famous designer and gave 'em a good return on their investment." "Right?" "So, what's the point?" "The point is that just because she's a nice-looking woman, it doesn't mean she couldn't necessarily have had a business relationship with these two guys." "Come on, Thomas, give me a break." "We're adults." "We've been around the block a couple of times." "Okay." "Let me ask you something." "Suppose it's a guy." "And this guy, as a kid he starts to run numbers." "Maybe gets to know the Mob a little bit." "Hey, not so loud." "Well, he grows up." "Serves in Nam in the Marines, and musters out in Hawaii." "And eventually, he becomes the manager of a fancy private club, like this." "Are you going to tell me this guy's a hood?" "I'm legitimate, remember?" "There's a moral in there somewhere, if you care to hunt for it." "Here she comes." "Hello, Jan. How are you?" "Hi, Rick." "I'm here to meet a Mr. Magnum." "Well, he's right here." "Jan Kona, Thomas Magnum." "How do you do?" "(Rick) I have to find you two a perfect table." "Oh, no, please." "I didn't realize it would be so busy, and I've lost my appetite today, anyway." "Well, we could talk on the beach." "I'd like that." "Fine." "Uh, why don't you buy yourself a drink, Rick, and put it all on my tab?" "Put it on his tab." "Another one for the books." "(Magnum) When two people take a walk on the beach in paradise, fear and death ought to be the furthest things from their minds." "Unfortunately that isn't always the case." "And then a car followed me." "I went miles out of my way before I lost it." "That's why I was a little late." "Are you sure you were followed?" "I'm neither neurotic nor hysterical." "And my imagination stops at the drawing board." "[Sighs]" "Okay." "If somebody wanted to kill you, why didn't you tell the police?" "Because I know they're wrong about Alan's death." "They think robbery was the motive." "You know, he... he hated credit cards and he... he carried hundreds in cash." "The money was gone?" "Along with a very expensive watch." "Gold with diamonds." "Well, the police may have a point." "Oh, I know it looks like a robbery." "That's what it's supposed to look like." "Okay, if it was murder, then who'd want to kill him?" "Please try to understand." "Once I say it out loud nothing will ever be the same again." "That's why I didn't dare tell the police." "What if I'm wrong?" "Well, if you are, no one will ever know but you and me." "When my designs first started to sell and the business started to grow beyond our wildest hopes," "Alan, Bart and I signed a partnership agreement with a special death benefit." "How special?" "Survivor gets all." "Don't you see?" "I think Bart Lindsey killed Alan Russell." "And I'm afraid I'm next." "Three minus one is two." "And two is one survivor too many." "(Higgins) You can't be serious." "You wish to borrow the Rolls Royce of cameras?" "I only want to use it for a little while." "I promise I'll bring it right back." "Do you have any idea how much Robin Masters paid for that photographic equipment?" "No." "Not offhand." "Almost the price of an automobile." "And you want to use it to take snapshots of bathing beauties?" "Fashion shots." "And the camera will only be handled by an expert." "I'm just acting as his rep." "Higgins, it's just a way of meeting people without having to be introduced as a private investigator." "I can see why you'd wish to avoid that stigma." "I promised them I'd be there at 10:00 sharp with the camera." "I think I can still make it." "I doubt that." "[Inaudible]" "[Grunts]" "[Dog growls]" "Hi, guys." "Higgins, why do you have to make a production out of everything all the time?" "All I want is to just borrow this stuff." "C-can't we make a deal?" "[Dogs growling]" "Zeus, Apollo, at ease." "What sort of a deal?" "[Sighs]" "What I had in mind was s-sort of a trade-off." "On my terms?" "Naturally." "You really are desperate." "Very well." "Well, open it!" "You haven't heard my terms." "Can't you talk and unlock at the same time?" "[Sighs]" "First, there's the Ferrari." "Uh, no." "We have been all through that." "Robin has said that I am to have the use of that car." "We'll share it." "You can have it Sunday through Tuesday," "I'll take it Wednesday through Saturday." "You get it Saturday and I get it Sunday?" "Precisely." "Is it a deal, Magnum?" "It's a deal." "Good." "Secondly," "I had a cable from Robin Masters last evening." "A Nobel Prize-winning poet is coming in day after tomorrow." "He needs a quiet place to work to write a verse trilogy about the Hundred Years' War." "The guest house would be perfect." "Don't you agree?" "Well, I suppose that I could sleep on the patio or the beach." "Not at all." "You may have a small room in the servants' wing." "May I have the camera, Higgins?" "My hands are clean." "Bear in mind this is a very delicate instrument." "Right." "If Miss Kona calls, will you tell her that I'm on my way, please?" "Uh, don't you want to know about the lenses?" "The 80 mm, the wide-angle 50, and the telephoto 150?" "Not necessary, old boy." "What advice could you possibly give a real expert?" "Shouldn't my cover-up be draped and pinned for maximum effect?" "Ordinarily, but, uh," "Mr. Alex likes to try something different." "Don't you, Mr. Alex?" "[Chuckling] Absolutely." "Take... take 'em off, girls." "Take them totally off." "Um, Lani, W-Wendy..." "Wendy?" "Uh, Wendy, would you... l-lean just a... a wee bit to your left?" "What you need is a fan to blow back our hair." "Uh, L-Lani, uh-huh, would you lean a... a little bit to... to your right?" "[Chuckles]" "Wouldn't a neutral background help bring out the colored patterns in the swimsuit?" "Uh, everybody uses neutral." "Mr. Alex likes to get away from that." "Don't you, Mr. Alex?" "Uh-huh." "(Lani) Didn't you forget something?" "We're not backlit." "Mr. Alex only goes for the natural look." "This is natural?" "(T.C.) Hold it." "I hope we're not interrupting you." "Oh, not at all." "Uh, Mr. Alex was about to take a creative break." "Uh, ladies, this way, please." "Do you think it was wise to go ahead and schedule the photo session?" "(Bart) Why not?" "Jan feels we need additional publicity pictures for the Los Angeles papers to, uh, create interest for our showing." "But so soon." "It was a blow to all of us, Wayne, but we're still in business." "(Bart) Mmm-hmm." "Absolutely." "I'm Bart Lindsey, Jan's partner." "This is Thomas Maxwell, Mr. Alex's rep." "(Magnum) Pleased to meet you." "I'm sure you've seen Alex's photos in all the better fashion magazines." "Cosmo, Harper's, Ephemeral." "Hmm." "I'm sure I have." "(Lochman) I don't recall drawing' up a contract." "Oh, it was a verbal agreement." "This is our attorney, Wayne Lochman." "We like to put everything in writing." "It's the only way." "We're going out for coffee, Mr. Maxwell." "Would you care to join us?" "No, I've got work to do, but thanks for the nice invitation." "Now I can't wait to see those pictures." "Neither can I." "I'll have a work contract drawn up." "I hate verbal agreements." "So do I." "[Clears throat]" "Mr. Alex, I have got work to do, so, uh, call me if you want anything." "[Chuckling] Sure." "What more could I want?" "Uh, all right, my pretties, let's take pictures." "Okay, off with those wraps, please." "And up on the ramp." "(Magnum) I didn't know what I was looking for, and I wasn't sure I'd know when I found it." "But at least I did know where to look." "[Drawer closing]" "[Drawer opening]" "[Camera clicking]" "Keep... keep circling." "[Camera clicking]" "[Camera clicking]" "[Camera clicking]" "[Drawer sliding]" "Take root and heist 'em!" ""Take root and heist 'em"?" "Don't mouth off, or I'll put another hole in your head." "I'm the chief security officer of this building." "And I caught you red-handed." "You were ransacking that desk." "[Chuckling] Me?" "Ransacking?" "You're gonna laugh when I tell you what I was really looking for." "Jelly beans." "No, wait." "I know that sounds weird, but my photographer suffers from low blood sugar." "He gets kind of irritable and temperamental." "So I suddenly thought" "I had to find some jelly beans." "Just shut up and face the wall." "No, wait, you don't..." "I said, face the wall!" "Ox, let him go!" "I caught him going through the desk." "He said he was looking for jelly beans." "Jelly beans?" "Yeah, uh, I was sure that Jan said there were some in her office." "Uh, you're in the wrong office." "My office is down the corridor, off the workroom." "Oh." "How embarrassing." "Come on." "Bye." "Anything missing?" "Not that I can see." "Well, maybe he didn't find what he was lookin' for." "[Grunts]" "Hurt?" "No, it's cold." "To make it worse, I drew a blank." "I'd hate to run into him in a dark alley." "He's not so terrific in a lit room." "Did you ever wonder about the timing of all this?" "Russell's killed just as you're about to show your new designs." "Why now?" "Only Bart can answer that." "Unless Russell knew why and put it down on paper." "You whistle if Ox comes back." "I'm gonna go look for jelly beans." "Oh, I-I'm s-sorry." "L..." "I didn't know this office was being used." "Well, I'm Florence Russell." "I came to pick up my husband's personal belongings." "Are you the photographer?" "Uh, no." "I'm his rep." "I heard they were taking pictures today." "I know everybody else around here." "Well, you... you have my deepest sympathies, Mrs. Russell." "I never had the privilege of meeting your husband but everyone I've talked to says he was a fine man." "Yes, he was." "Thank you." "Well, uh, I didn't mean to intrude." "Uh, we were just looking for a place to keep our equipment." "It's all right." "There wasn't much of Alan in this room." "Just spare reading glasses, a few photographs, some letters." "You seem to have a lot of paper in there." "Well, I cleaned everything out of his desk." "Everything?" "Yeah." "I'll go through it later." "At home." "You know, I could drop this off for you." "It'd be no trouble at all." "It's not necessary." "I have my own car." "Well, let me give you a hand." "No, really, it's all right." "You could open the door for me." "Oh, yeah, sure." "Of course." "Thank you." "[Camera clicking]" "[Clicking]" "Okay, now move your head a little bit to the right." "No, no, no, no." "Put it back the way it was." "See, I don't have time for this anymore." "I've got to open for lunch in another five minutes." "[Camera clicking]" "Turn around." "Put your hand in your pocket." "[Camera clicking]" "Good." "[Laughs]" "What's this all about, anyway?" "You latch on to a camera, you play photographer for 30 minutes, and right away you think you're Skavullo." "Ska-who?" "Never mind." "Are you done?" "Almost." "Look up, look up, look up." "[Camera clicking]" "[T.C. Laughs]" "[Clicking]" "[Laughing]" "A man's life sure looks different through a camera." "Good." "It's like a new world has opened up for me." "Can't it open up without me?" "You know, something's not right." "You need somethin', you know, to give you a little more atmosphere." "You need to hold a gun." "You got a gun?" "No, T.C., I don't have a gun." "How about a knife?" "T.C." "Four minutes." "In four minutes we open for lunch." "I hear ya, I hear ya." "It's just that, for the first time," "I-I-I'm..." "I'm seein' the real you." "Like I'm finally seein' the essence of the man." "No kiddin'?" "What do you see?" "I see a man that is lean and mean." "Stick your left leg out." "Lean and mean, huh?" "Very together!" "Ha-ha!" "[Sighs]" "That's good." "What do you mean, that's all?" "That's it?" "Well, you got to open up for lunch." "Well, wait a minute." "We've still got a couple of minutes, T.C." "Yeah, well, I don't want to be a nuisance." "Hey, if you're a nuisance I'll tell you, okay?" "Um, still want me to hold the knife?" "Uh, would you hold a gun?" "You got a gun?" "I'll be right back." "[Snickering]" "Hello, Higgins." "It's a nice place." "Is it yours?" "Loosely speaking." "[Clears throat]" "Oh, here's someone I'd like you to meet." "Miss Kona, this is Higgins." "He handles security in this place, and he does a wonderful job." "Don't try to get around me with such an obvious..." "Kona?" "That wouldn't be Jan Kona, the designer, by any chance?" "Yes, it is." "I understand your new collection of beachwear is quite superb." "Thank you." "Uh, Miss Kona will be staying with us for a couple of days." "She has reason to believe her life is in danger, and I thought she would feel much safer here with you." "And the guys." "Zeus and Apollo." "Apollo and Zeus." "Of course." "They're magnificent." "Yes, they are." "On behalf of Robin Masters, it is a pleasure to offer you the hospitality of his house, Miss Kona." "Thank you." "I hate to be a bother, but I really do appreciate this." "You'll find the security here most reliable." "Tonight, when you retire to your bedchamber, you can rest assured your privacy will not be disturbed." "By anyone." "(Rick) You think Bart Lindsey's out to kill her?" "I don't know." "He sure had the motive and the opportunity to kill Russell." "In fact, it would've been easy for him to shoot Russell." "Cross the stage behind the curtain, come out the other side during the applause." "See, I timed it out while T.C. Was doing one of the worst impressions of a photographer I have ever seen." "[Laughs]" "This is great." "So that means this guy's runnin' around loose, then?" "Oh, no, Jan's safe." "I left her at the estate with Higgins." "And the dogs." "Well, so what's your next move, Sherlock?" "Oh." "Here's a list of all the people" "I met at the office." "Florence Russell," "Wayne Lochman, Wendy Klein, Ox." "Ox?" "That's a name?" "That's the security guard's nickname." "I think his real name is King Kong." "So, what am I supposed to do with this?" "Well, I would like you to run the usual checks." "And see if anything unusual pops up." "Like a possible motive to kill Russell." "Then you're not sure that this Lindsey guy knocked his partner off?" "No, I'm not 100 percent sure." "Well, then it could have been Jan Kona." "No, I..." "I don't think so." "Yeah, it could've been." "[Engine starts]" "This is outrageous." "How dare you roust a guest from this house at this hour of the morning." "Well, sir, I'm Det." "Kaio." "And I would like to ask Miss Kona some questions." "Why don't you simply call her on the phone at a reasonable hour?" "That's all right, Higgins." "Thank you for your help." "I demand to know why you want to question Miss Kona at this ungodly hour." "It's part of a murder investigation, sir." "What murder?" "She already told the police all she knows about Alan Russell." "Not Russell." "The other partner." "He was murdered last night." "Bart Lindsey?" "I shall never forgive you for this, Magnum." "Never." "You brought her here and begged me to take her in against my better judgment." "Now I find I've been harboring a murderess here in Robin Masters' house." "Are you listening to me?" "(Magnum) No." "(Magnum) I didn't feel like listening to what everyone was saying about the murders and who committed them." "I just wanted to get away." "The problem was, I could escape all the speculation, but I couldn't run away from my little voice." "Jan?" "You all right?" "Yeah." "May I ask who you are?" "I'm Thomas Magnum." "I'm a private investigator." "I'm working for Miss Kona." "Is that true?" "Yes." "Uh, hold it a minute." "Miss Kona does not have an attorney present, and I believe she has the right to remain silent." "I don't want to remain silent." "There's some things I have to say." "Jan, under the circumstances, I don't think..." "I'm sorry." "Certain things have to be brought out into the open." "Well, I'm ready to listen to anything you have to say." "Thank you." "Tell me, why did you hire a private investigator?" "I thought Bart Lindsey killed Alan, and I was afraid I was next." "Why would you think that?" "Jan, I think you've said enough." "Now wait a minute." "Where were you last night at 11:30, when Mr. Lindsey was killed?" "She was here at the estate." "Uh, I went for a walk along the beach." "Well, I do that often to clear my head." "No one saw you?" "Um, Higgins may have seen me leave the house around 11:00." "It was 10:52 p.m. Precisely." "Just hold it." "The bomb that blew up Lindsey's car could've been planted at any time yesterday." "So where you were isn't even relevant." "Now I suggest, Sergeant, that unless you've got some kind of formal charge to make, that Miss Kona is free to go." "Oh, for now, maybe." "But don't plan on leaving the island." "But I'm showing my designs on the mainland..." "Jan, he doesn't wanna know about that now." "But I can't leave." "Let's just go for a drive." "We'll talk in the car." "Thank you, Sergeant." "Mr. Higgins." "(Magnum) We went to see Wayne Lochman." "It took him about 10 minutes to chew Jan out about what she had said, but you could tell his heart wasn't in it." "After all, how could you yell at someone who's lost her two partners to murder?" "[Sighing]" "I guess I was wrong about Bart." "Well, survivor gets all was the perfect motive until you turned out to be the survivor." "Then why were Alan and Bart killed?" "[Sighs] I don't know." "Maybe somebody wants you to get it all." "Remind me not to send a thank you note." "Or that the, uh, two killings were done by different people, with different motives." "What?" "Jan, I think we have to examine all the possibilities." "Including there's only one killer, and it's me?" "I didn't say that." "Thanks for the vote of confidence." "(Magnum) My gut told me Jan was innocent." "On the other hand, logic said she probably did it." "I hated logic." "Sometimes it really gets in the way." "Jan, come on." "It's too dangerous out here." "Go away." "I don't believe you killed them." "Honest." "I've heard the stories about myself." "Sure, I was ambitious." "I promoted myself to Alan and Bart," "I took every opportunity they gave me." "But I never went to bed with either one of them." "Alan was my dearest friend." "I never liked Bart, but I didn't kill him." "I wanted to be somebody." "It was finally happening for me, and..." "Come on." "Don't give up." "No matter how bad things look, we'll... we'll just sort this out." "Don't worry." "Come on." "Don't worry." "(Magnum) My leads had gotten so slim that I was forced to start examining wreckage." "Fortunately I had T.C. To help me out." "I just hoped we found what we were looking for before the police found us." "Bet that's it." "Give me a hand with this, will ya?" "Yeah, this is it." "Oh, wow." "Somebody really did a job on this." "Looks like it might've been a nice car at one time, too." "Careful what you touch." "I don't know whether they finished going over it yet." "What do you think?" "Looks good." "Mind if I drive around the block a couple of times?" "Come on, T.C., I need an expert opinion." "Doesn't this remind you of Nam?" "You mean the way Charlie Cong used to booby-trap our jeeps?" "No, I was thinkin' the other way around." "The way we used to do it with claymores." "Yeah, you're right." "I mean, look at the way it blew straight up the steering' column." "Oh, man." "Poor guy in the driver's seat never had a prayer." "If you were in the market for an APM these days, where would you shop?" "On Oahu?" "Yeah." "I don't know." "An Army or Marine supply depot." "You still know that supply sergeant with the Swiss bank account?" "Yeah." "I don't know where there's much call for anti-personnel mines on the black market, but if there is, he's the one that can tell me where to score." "[Police radio chattering]" "[Sighs]" "If they catch me, I'll lose my license." "I told you not to touch anything." "There's something here." "Well, don't touch it." "You want me to put it back?" "'Cause if I can't touch it, I can't open it." "Touch it a little." "A gold watch and a wallet?" "Lindsey could've taken this to make" "Russell's murder look like a robbery." "Yeah, but he wouldn't hide it under his own car." "You know, it must've been placed there about the same time that mine was." "If Lindsey killed Russell, who blew him away?" "[Sighs]" "[Doorbell buzzing]" "Yes?" "(T.C.) It's us, T.M." "(Magnum) Come on in, guys." "What are you doing?" "I am opening the front gates for some guests." "Guests?" "Whose guests?" "Mine." "Relax, Higgins." "It's just Rick and T.C." "Oh." "Speaking of guests, may I remind you that the Nobel Prize-winning poet will arrive tomorrow morning to occupy your premises?" "Oh, yeah." "Higgins, could I, uh, borrow some boxes for my little move to the servants' quarters?" "Yes, of course." "And I would like to air out the guesthouse before he arrives." "It would help make up for your part in the police raid of this morning, if you would clean out your closet within the next half hour." "Thank you for all the advance notice." "Don't mention it." "(Rick) Thomas." "In the den." "Incidentally, two filters are missing from the camera equipment, and the batteries for the flash are totally dead." "Gee, I wonder why?" "Perhaps your expert could answer that." "Hey, Higgie baby." "Hello, Mr. Alex." "How's everything, Higgins?" "(Higgins) Splendid." "(Magnum) Well, you guys didn't come here to talk to Higgins." "Rick, did you check those names for me?" "Yeah, but I had trouble with the woman." "You only gave me her married name..." "Rick." "Oh, all right." "Here it is." "Thanks." "Uh, T.C." "I knew this investigative business was easy, else you wouldn't be in it." "You saw the man and you got the word." "Right, and right again." "Well, what did he say?" "Oh." "Well, he said that anyone in the know could get an APM by simply picking up the telephone." "No questions asked." "Hmm!" "Uh-huh." "Take a look at the bottom of that bio right there." "Jan's still at the office." "I got to get over there." "Rick, call a Det." "Sgt. Kaio and tell him all about this." "Thanks." "Kaio." "Magnum!" "What about your move?" "Don't expect me to pack for you." "I'm not your valet." "Hey, what's going on here?" "I don't know, but Higgins is getting worse." "[Car engine revving]" "Tell me, do you gentlemen have a favorite charity?" "Uh, yeah." "Sure." "Yeah, we got a couple of 'em." "Why, Higgins?" "I thought I might donate some clothes and other miscellaneous belongings." "Oh." "[Chuckling] Great." "[Rattling]" "Who's there?" "Ox?" "Is that you?" "I know somebody's here." "[Gasps]" "[Exclaims]" "Florence!" "(Ox) Where do you think you're going?" "Hi." "Remember me?" "Yeah." "(Magnum) My dad gave me a few words of advice that I've always tried to live by." "He said. ;" ""Son, never throw a punch at a redwood tree."" "Is Jan still in her office?" "This building is closed." "It's not closed if she's still here." "It is to you." "What about Mrs. Russell?" "How'd you know she was here?" "Listen to me, Ox." "No foolin' around this time." "This is deadly serious." "I gotta get up there." "Why?" "Did you run out of jelly beans?" "Okay, fine, you can ride up in the elevator with me." "You can watch me the whole time." "Let's go." "[Grunts]" "Florence." "L..." "I..." "I don't understand." "I really don't." "Why... why are you here with that gun?" "I grew up with guns." "I still have the expert marksmanship medal that my father gave me." "But... but... but why... why do you want to shoot me?" "Because you killed my Alan." "[Screams]" "I can't stand pain and violence." "I hate it." "I love it." "No, wait!" "Don't hit me, please." "[Groans]" "[Sighs]" "That way out, clown." "I give up, okay?" "Come on." "Okay!" "[Groans]" "I think this is broken." "Is this... is this bleeding?" "Not yet." "[Grunts]" "You can't hide forever, Jan, darling." "[Gun fires]" "[Thudding]" "Jan?" "You all right?" "Yes." "Why are you doing this, Mrs. Russell?" "She helped kill my husband." "That's a lie." "How do you know that?" "I saw a letter that Alan wrote to the... the clothing manufacturer who wanted to buy the company." "And he rejected it, but he explained that all three partners had to agree to a sale." "So you think that Lindsey killed your husband to sell the company?" "And Jan. They were in it together." "So you blew Lindsey up with a claymore mine." "How did you know that?" "Found out that your father was a colonel in Army ordnance and that you worked in the supply depot as a secretary until two years ago." "Wasn't too hard to put together." "They... they were lovers." "They... they tried to kill my Alan." "I heard that Jan was getting it on with both partners." "(Mrs. Russell) That's not true!" "We had a... a beautiful marriage." "He was never unfaithful." "Never." "If that much wasn't true, why not the rest?" "Yeah, Lindsey killed your husband, but he was planning to kill Jan, too." "You're wrong about her." "[Gun firing]" "[Gun clicking]" "You weren't listening." "[Sighs]" "No, let her be alone." "How are you?" "Oh, it's only a flesh wound." "I always wanted to say that." "Here, put that on there." "Oh, but the truth is it hurts like crazy." "It's all right." "Come on." "Take root and heist 'em!" "[Laughing]" "[Jan laughing]" "Well, what do you think?" "[Chuckling] That's Rick all right." "The essence of the man." "Absolutely." "What're you going to do with it?" "Well, I figure I'll have it blown up, put it in a big chrome frame, and then give it to Rick for his birthday or somethin'." "Oh, I'm sure he'll be very touched." "Yeah." "I thought it would look real good in his office." "You know, above his desk." "That way everybody could see it." "He'll want that." "Uh, I'll see you later, Mr. Alex." "All right." "Take it easy, man." "Hey, Higgins." "Uh, hello, Magnum." "Where are you going?" "Uh, the Cumberlands are, uh, sponsoring a tea for the Britannic Seaman's Fund." "Oh, that's right." "That's one of your charities, isn't it?" "I happen to be the chairman of the Honolulu chapter, yes." "Gee, that makes me feel all the worse." "What do you mean?" "Well, it's Sunday." "And we made that deal about the car." "You know, you get it Saturday and I get it Sunday." "[Chuckling] See here, Magnum." "The starter's out on the Audi and I'm late as it is." "Boy, that makes me feel awful, Higgins, because I know your sense of honor won't let you back out on that deal." "Magnum, you have no intention of using this car today." "Why don't you take the truck?" "I can't drive up to the Cumberlands' in a pickup truck." "Oh, of course." "Well, I tell you what, Higgins." "I tell you what, why don't we just forget about the whole deal?" "That way I can loan you the car in good conscience." "That's quite decent of you, Magnum." "Of course, that also means that that poet, the one writing the verse trilogy of the Hundred Years' War, will have to find another place to write." "Magnum." "You know, it would look very funny, the chairman of the Britannic Seaman's Fund showing up in a truck." "Agreed." "Well, have a nice tea, Higgins." "And watch those crumpets." "Ta."