All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s02e12 Ghost Writer.eng

You've written seven chapters
of his autobiography

and you haven't even
met him?

He's an eccentric.

Dinner
or open-heart surgery?

Germs.

Harold W. Farber.

Where... where
is she?

Who's the insurance
salesman?

Come over here.

You never made this trip,
you understand?

Why?

We have competitors.

Industrial
espionage security.

It's all legal,
and above board.

If you got any more
of these trips

that I didn't make,
you just call me.

Well, first
he's gonna tell you

he's not gonna take you
anyplace anymore.

And then
he's gonna tell you

about all the favors
he's done for you in the past.

And then
last but not least,

he'll probably tell you
never to call him again.

You think it's gonna be
that bad, Rick?

It's just a little
gas money.

You're gonna get your chance
to find out right now.

Hi, everybody.

Oh, no, no, no, no, Thomas,
let me pay for that.

This is for Thomas' beer,

and this is for
a round of drinks for everybody.

I hope you can
break this down, Rick baby.

$100? What did you do,
rob a bank?

Orville,
you're such a joker.

Uh, T.C., I hate to be the one
to spoil your happy mood.

Oh, look, I-I'll just
come right out with it.

I don't have the money
that I promised to give you today.

Tut, tut, tut.
Not to worry, Thomas.

You can give it to me
tomorrow, next week.

Whenever you get it
is soon enough for me, brother.

All right, T.C.,
spit it out. What's up?

What's up?

Yeah, what's up?

Buying these drinks,
and now this business with the gas money.

You've been waiting weeks
for the gas money. You know that.

Uh, Rick.

Let's just say

that my chopper business
has finally paid off.

I mean, a few days ago,

I did a respectable
piece of business.

Hell, that's great, T.C.
What did you do?

I can't say.

Oh, wonderful.

I didn't do anything wrong.

It's just that
it's very confidential.

And very,
very profitable.

Magnum.

The keys.

What is it now,
Higgins?

The alarm system
is still not functional.

I fixed it yesterday.

Be that as it may,
it was inoperable this afternoon.

Well, Zeus and Apollo
keep digging up the wires.

I don't care why
it's inoperable, Magnum.

Our deal was,
you fix the system, you drive the Ferrari.

Since it isn't repaired...

How am I gonna get home?

Higgy baby,

I was hoping that I would
run into you today.

Uh, I've been thinking
of making some investments,

and, uh, I was hoping

that maybe you might
give me some advice.

Well, uh,

perhaps the local bank,
a savings account.

No, no, no, no,

uh, I have a few thou
to invest and I don't think

that a savings account
would, uh, reap me my best deal.

Well, uh,

as a matter of fact,
I am putting together a small group of investors.

T.C., you do not want
to get involved with Higgins

and his regiment
of Her Majesty's pensioners.

My prescience
in matters of business has paid off handsomely.

He owns a couple
of slummy buildings in Honolulu.

They are modern works of art,

paragons of design.

Thomas Magnum.

I'm Magnum.

Virginia Fowler.

I, uh, just had
a phone conversation with Robin Masters,

and he suggested
I contact you.

Would you mind driving me
back to my hotel?

Your hotel?

Please.

I need your help.

Of course.

I'm sure that Mr. Masters
would want me to help.

Thank you
very much.

Virginia Fowler was famous
in a quiet sort of a way.

She'd ghostwritten some of
the popular autobiographies

in the last five years.

Movie stars,
athletes and politicians would turn to her

if they couldn't
turn a phrase.

Work on her current book
had been going well.

That is, until today.

She came home
from a morning swim to find trouble.

The kind of sensational stuff
that in a book

usually makes
for bad reviews.

Anything else missing?

No.

They only took

all the papers having to do
with Harold Farber's book,

and the tapes
of my first seven chapters.

Who doesn't want
the book written?

Just about everybody
who is mentioned in it.

Farber doesn't want me
to pull any punches.

How many people know
this book is being written?

A lot of people.

But only Farber

and Emerson White,
his managing director,

know that it's being
ghostwritten by me.

If someone were
concerned enough,

they'd find out
who was writing it.

You probably got tailed
to one of his meetings.

Meetings?

I've never even seen
Harold Farber.

All our conversations
have been over the phone.

You've written seven chapters
of his autobiography,

and you haven't even
met him?

He's an eccentric.

Excuse me.
That might be important.

Harold Farber was

the human equivalent
of Bigfoot.

He made the headlines a lot,

but hardly anyone
had ever seen him.

And nobody knew
when he'd make another appearance.

I wasn't so sure
he even existed.

Okay.

That was Emerson White,

managing director
of Farber Industries.

It seems I've been invited
to lunch by Harold Farber.

Do you know how long
I've been trying to get to meet that guy?

Don't you think
that's kind of funny?

I mean, coming right after
your stuff being stolen?

I think
I better go with you.

How?

It had been a long time
since I put my suit on.

I was surprised
it was still in style.

And still smelt
like mothballs.

They don't recognize you
all dressed up.

Very funny, Higgins.

Higgins!

Ah. They recognize
the voice.

Higgins, call them off.

I'm afraid they'll have to
stay on patrol

until the alarm system
is operational.

I'll fix it tomorrow.

We shouldn't put off
until tomorrow...

What we can do today.

Higgins, we wouldn't want

Robin Masters to find out
I was late picking up Miss Fowler,

because of the lads,
would we?

Zeus, Apollo, come.

Thank you very much.

I was running late.

I had taken too much time
getting dressed,

and that's a bad sign.

Instead of
worrying about the job

I was going to do
for my client,

my mind was taken up
with picking exactly the right tie.

As if it matters.

I like that tie.

The Farber building security
was more than good.

But it made me
a little uneasy.

I never liked places
you couldn't enter from the street.

I'm Virginia Fowler
and this is my assistant.

Are you Miss Fowler?

Yes.

And, uh,
is this your assistant?

Yes.

I'm Barker, ma'am,

Mr. Farber's
gentlemen's gentleman.

Come with me.

Here she comes.

Yes?

She's visiting Farber.

Don't worry, I'll be back
before they are through.

Who's that with her?

That's her assistant.

I want a complete
background on him before he leaves here.

Arthur, you're
chief of security.

He should have been checked.

Yes, sir.
I, uh, I'll call research.

Dinner
or open-heart surgery?

This is great.

I think this is gold.

You're gonna put this
in your book, Miss Fowler?

Who would believe it?

Yes, you're probably right.

Miss Fowler,
nice to see you

in the compound
for the first time.

Mr. White, I thought
you were in New York

preparing for
the board of directors' meeting.

I leave in the morning.

Uh, this is Thomas Milton,
my assistant.

Emerson White,
Harold Farber's eyes, ears and right hand.

And the one responsible
for getting information to me.

It's nice to finally
put a face with the name, Mr. White.

And I must say,
I am particularly looking forward

to meeting the elusive
Harold Farber in person.

Yes. Well, this meeting
was called rather abruptly

because of Mr. Farber's
deteriorating health.

He wanted to be sure
to meet Miss Fowler while he still could.

I must say that

Miss Fowler and I
were really quite surprised

when the invitation
came in this morning.

We have difficulty
getting him up for visitors.

Mr. White?

Yes?

Why are we wearing these?

Germs.

Of course.

I certainly hope that
Mr. Farber is feeling better

than the last time
I spoke with him.

When was that?

A week ago yesterday
at 10:00 a.m.

I remember
because when I heard

Harold Farber himself
was on the line, I got so nervous.

What did he say?

Oh, he was
a bit incoherent,

but, uh, he knew
he was very ill

and wanted me
to finish the book as quickly as possible.

That's wonderful.

Mr. Farber has boxed up
some more of his papers for you to take,

some personal papers
this time.

Oh! What a relief!
Without those papers,

Miss Fowler
would have had to skip

our subject's
private life altogether.

Lady and gentlemen,

Harold W. Farber.

Will you stop following me?

I know where I'm going!

Where is she?

Mr. Farber,
may I present Miss Fowler.

Oh, White, you weren't kidding
when you said she's a looker.

Who's the insurance salesman?

I'm Miss Fowler's
assistant, sir.

I must say, it's a thrill
and a pleasure to meet you.

Well, you sit there.

And you, you will sit by me.

Get your cotton-picking
hands off me.

Get your hands off me!
Get... get...

What wine?

Oh.

Scriptures.

Give us a scripture.

Uh, "Blessed are the meek,
for they shall inherit the earth."

Amen.

What is this stuff?
It tastes funny.

Chateau Lafitte, sir.

19...

I say, 1949.

We're out of muscatel?

We'll try locating
some for you, sir.

Barker, this stuff
gives me heartburn.

Now,

you,

you want my story.

The poor master!

He'll be okay.

Shouldn't he go
to a hospital?

Harold Farber
doesn't go to hospitals.

Hospitals
go to Harold Farber.

Take him to bed
and get Dr. Roberts.

Yes, sir.

I'm terribly sorry
about this, Miss Fowler.

We can count on
your discretion, of course.

Of course.

Discretion?

That, sir,
goes without saying.

How was Farber?

True to form.

That's good.

'Cause that assistant's
real name is Thomas Magnum,

an ex-Naval intelligence
officer,

currently
a private investigator.

Well, I've now met
Harold Farber.

But you know,
I still wasn't sure he existed.

They put me
in a new bungalow.

It's gonna take days
to clean up the old one.

You're lucky
they didn't kick you out.

Oh, no. Not again.

Now they are
gonna kick you out.

Hey.

It's all right.
I think I got an idea.

Virginia needed protection,

so I brought her
to Robin Masters' guesthouse.

I'd done as much
for other clients,

but maybe
never quite as willingly.

What a fantastic life
you lead.

You really think so?

Have you always been
a private investigator?

No, I used to be
a paper boy.

Uh, I'm serious.

I'm serious.
I was a Naval intelligent.

Oh.

You don't seem
like the type.

The Navy, I mean,
not the intelligence.

I know what you mean.

Um, then?

Then.

You were in the Navy.

Yes, I was in the Navy.

A career man,
Navy all the way.

What happened?

I started asking myself
a lot of questions.

And?

I'm still asking.

I just hate putting you
out of your bedroom like this.

Sure you'll be
all right there?

Oh, it's fine.

You, uh, you should stay
in the bedroom.

It's safer, more secure.

Interesting evening.

Oh, I guess so.
It's not everyday

you get to see
the legendary Harold Farber

fall blotto
at the dinner table.

That's not what I meant.

Good night, Virginia.

Good night, Thomas.

I had this
very strict policy

about not having
relationships with my clients.

Anything else just
wouldn't be professional.

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

Get down!

Somebody's trying
to shoot at one of us.

Stay right there.

Thomas.

Thomas.

What's going on?
What's wrong?

Somebody tried to shoot me.

Twice!

Who is he?

I don't know who he is,
but I intend to find out.

Stay right there.

Who sent you?

Nobody.

I said, who sent you?

Now,
care to change your mind?

With my.45 nuzzling his ear,

I expected the guy
to take us to his employer.

What I didn't expect
was that he'd take us in a limo.

Oscar!

I'm sorry, uh, I think
I'm in the wrong room.

Mrs. Ballard!

You know this woman?

Virginia!

Oh, dear me.

Damn me. Now I've
really gone and done it, haven't I?

Know this man?

Of course. That's Oscar.

Don't worry, Mrs. Ballard.
It's all right.

Is the Senator with you?

He's in Washington.

He doesn't know I'm here.

Senator Ballard's wife?

Yes.

What are you doing here then?

And why are you sending
these gunmen after me?

Oscar, I said no violence.

It wasn't me, ma'am.
I swear.

All I wanted
were the letters.

What letters?

They were shameful.

It would just kill
the Senator if he knew.

What letters?

And my grandchildren,
my great-grandchildren.

It's the only indiscretion
of my life.

I was a young widow.

I hadn't met
the Senator yet.

Harold...

Harold just
swept me off my feet.

Oh. Harold Farber.

You wrote some letters
to Harold Farber?

Why didn't you just ask him
to return the letters?

Well, I did.

As soon as I heard
about the autobiography, I telephoned him.

He said he'd give me
the letters.

And when I got here
this week,

they wouldn't let me
see him,

or even speak to him
by telephone.

And then they sent
the letters to you.

Me?

I don't have your letters.

You don't?

Okay, Mrs. Ballard.

That explains
the two ransacked rooms,

but who's trying to kill me?

Certainly not Harold Farber.

He's a very gentle man.

He wouldn't harm anyone.

I think I can get
those letters back for you.

Wait a minute.

After what happened
last time I was there, he owes me another visit.

Now just hold on.

I said somebody
just tried to kill me.

Could you get me in there?

No, she couldn't.

Didn't you two
just hear what I said?

Somebody's tried
to kill me, twice.

And it has something to do
with Harold Farber.

And besides that,
that could be dangerous.

Well, then,
you'd better come with us.

It's a simple question.

Whose autobiography
is she writing?

I can't tell you that.

Well, then I can't do
you a favor. Sorry, pal.

Come on, Rick.
Who she's writing about

falls under
client confidentiality. You know that.

Oh, I see.

It's okay for you
to send me out on your goofy cases,

but when it comes to
anything else, just forget it, right?

No.

I just can't tell you,
that's all.

You just can't tell me,
that's all.

You sound like T.C.

He's been acting
like a KGB agent lately.

Why is it that
I bend over backwards for you guys,

I'll do anything for you,

I ask you one simple question,
just one,

and you act like
I come from 60 Minutes.

All right, all right,

if I tell you,
will you do me the favor?

Maybe.

She's writing
a book about me.

About you?

That's a riot.

What's so funny?

It just so happens I've had
a pretty interesting life.

Sure,
a couple of chapters maybe, but a whole book?

I'm even including
an item or two about you, old buddy.

You are? Like what?

Like Bangkok.

Like that girl
who wouldn't kiss you

because she was
brought up in a convent.

All the time
she was saying no,

she was picking your pockets
and stealing your watch.

That's not funny.

Oh, some people think
it is very funny.

That's personal stuff,
Thomas.

Don't you need
permission from me to write stuff like that?

I'm not writing it.

I am merely
recounting my life

and including the people
and the memories that have made it what it is.

Thomas.

Of course,

I could forget to leave out
some of those stories

if I really wanted to.

Of course, I'm sure.

All right,
I'll do the favor.

Let's get one thing straight.

I'm not gonna put on
any dumb disguise.

I'm not playing
garbage man, delivery man,

sewer man,
or any other kind of man.

That-that's final,
all right?

Of course.

State your business.

Delivery.
Muscatel for the penthouse.

Someone will be right down.

Barker, delivery.

Mike,
keep an eye on Barker.

He dozes off a lot.

Can I help you,
sonny?

Hey, pops. Got a little
delivery here for you.

Hang on to that now.

You all right?
Let me give you a hand here.

You all right there, pop?
You got them?

The master always takes
a small glass

just at bedtime.

Yeah, right.
You sure you got them now?

I'm trying to
help you over here.

Well, it looked like rain
earlier in the day.

Rheumatism always tells me
when it's about to rain...

Yeah, rain,
it's gonna rain, pop. You're right.

It always rains
on Wednesdays.

You got that?

Uh, thank you.

Okay, well, how come
I can't be a general partner

as opposed to
a limited partner?

Really, T.C.,
that's so elementary,

I hardly know
where to begin.

Since I'm getting ready
to invest a few thou,

you better begin
at the beginning.

It's simple, T.C.

The limited partners
put up all the money,

and the general partner
spends it

and shares in the profits,
if there are any.

Oh.

Well, then I definitely
want to be

the general partner.

I'm afraid
that's impossible.

How come?

There already is
a general partner.

Who?

Me.

Wait... wait... wait.

You mean,
I'm putting in all my money,

and you ain't putting in any,

but, yet instead,
you get to sharing the profits?

No way.
Look here, Higgins,

if I find you trying
to run this con on anybody else,

I'm gonna report you
to the Better Business Bureau.

Uh...

Here. This ain't
the key to the city.

Just so long as it
fits the elevator.

Hey, hey, hey,
where's my van? Is it okay?

Your van is fine.

Oh, T.C.,

uh, one of my clients
may need to rent your chopper later.

$100 an hour
for the chopper.

Deal.

And if I get shot at,

it's triple plus damages.

Why would you
get shot at, T.C.?

OK, $100.
Double, if shot at.

No. Triple,
if I get shot at.

T.C.!

Triple.

Deal.

Plus damages?

Plus damages.

Okay, where
are we flying?

I want you to wait
by the phone.

If you don't hear
from me by 8.00,

I want you to land on the roof
of the Farber building and pick us up.

No way.

But you just said deal.

I didn't. You did.

T.C., what's going on?

Let's just say that
I'm getting smart, that's all.

Sorry, Thomas.

Later, fellas.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Why would T.C.
Turn down all that money?

T.C. Backed out,

but I still had to
go through with this.

Somewhere I had this feeling

he'd change his mind
and come through for me.

At least I hoped he would.

Good afternoon,
Barker.

Good afternoon, ma'am.

Oh, my God!
He's fainted!

Miss Fow...
Help!

Help! My God,
he's fainted!

He's fainted.

Help. Help.

Help!

Miss Fowler, are you...

The man...

Uh, I know a heart attack
when I see one.

I used to be a nurse.

Heart attack?

Yes.

What?

Well, we've got to get him
to a bed or something.

Come on, old man.

Harold.

Harold.

It's Frona.

Is it still raining?

He's drunk.

Never.

What's wrong?

He looks different.

When did you see him last?

May 10, 1925.

Well, people change,
you know.

It's the shape
of his head, the nose.

Something...

What are you doing?

Harold had a scar
on his chest.

That's not Harold.

What have they done
with my Harold?

Come on,
let's get some exercise.

Are you...
Come on!

Let's get
some exercise.

Forward.

Back.

Back.

Hey, hey!

What do you two think
you're doing?

We don't allow
that kind of thing here.

Orville, Orville.

Hi, T.C.
No, I haven't seen him.

Did you try the estate?

I did, but Higgins said
he didn't come home last night.

So maybe he got lucky.
You know him.

Or shot at.

He shouldn't mess around
with married women.

Oh, man. He asked me
to help him and I wouldn't.

He went off
and did it himself.

Did what?
Get fresh fruit, will you?

I think he went
to the Farber building.

Harold Farber?

So that's who
she's writing about.

Offered big bucks
to pick him up, and I wouldn't do it.

Do what?

Mike.

Mike!

Come on.

That's Harold.

This guy is just a stand-in.

I told you,
l... I told you, he wasn't the real Harold Farber.

He's a fake.

Is he dead?

Very.

What are they
up to?

Quiet.

There's only one reason
to freeze him,

that's to announce
his death at a later date.

Wait a minute. The board
of directors' meeting.

That's it.

He wants to vote
Farber's proxy one more time.

That's right.
Come on.

But why did they
invite me here? I'll get in their way.

You're
a very valuable witness.

Once they announce
Farber's death,

you can tell everyone
how much time you spent with him

the last week of his life.

You can also verify
how sick he was.

Come on, let's go.

Oh.

Are... are we going home?

I hoped I was right
about T.C. Changing his mind.

We were heading for the roof,

and there weren't
too many healthy ways of getting off it.

T.C., we've been up here
a long time, man.

Man, I just know that
Thomas is in that building.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

There he is!
Look, I see him.

Hey! There's my Thomas.

T.C.,
get down here!

Here we come, baby.

Sometimes
I hate being right.

Hold your fire.

Thomas!

Thomas!

It's a good thing
you came along.

All I needed was
an extra 20 pounds.

But I would have
knocked him out, anyway.

Right.

I wonder where they got that
phony Farber, anyway.

How you guys feeling?

I'm getting
a little better,

but I'm just kind of
sore all over.

Oh, you poor thing.

I'll give you
an alcohol rubdown and a massage later.

Oh, that's great.
My back is killing me.

Not you.
She's talking about me, Rick.

You know,
I'm starting to feel like

Harold Farber
in that weird ice machine.

By the way, Virginia,

that's gonna be
a great part in your book.

Would've been a great part.

I'm no longer
writing that book.

Why not?

I only do
autobiographies.

And now that everyone knows
Harold Farber is dead,

it's obvious
he can't write his biography.

I've already started
a new book

on Magnum.

Now, who'd wanna buy

a book about
a second-rate Sherlock Holmes like Thomas Magnum?

Virginia.

Yes, Thomas?

Did I ever tell you
about the time...

Thomas!

...that Rick met
this wonderful girl in Bangkok.

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