All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s08e05 Forever in Time.eng

How did
Princess Kahiwalani die?

Some say it was suicide.

l saw her yesterday
at Palí-Ulí's funeral.

She is obsessed with
the idea that she is the Princess,

come back to life.

RICK: l don't thínk
you're supposed to go ínto dead people's houses.

(CHANTING IN HAWAlIAN)

(MAN SINGING IN HAWAlIAN)

MAN: You, my beloved,

are precious to me.

Precious

as that rare blossom.

The soft falling rain

comes to that flower
as a lover,

as l now come to you.

(RESUMES SINGING IN HAWAlIAN)

Thought you were
supposed to be helping with the pageant.

,
You know, T.C. here we are,

living in paradise. l mean,

look around you.
This place is incredible.

And somehow, you get
in your day-to-day routine,

and you really do forget
to stop to smell the flowers.

You know what l mean?

Yeah, well, l wouldn't
Iet Higgins catch you

smelling the flowers
for too long.

MAN: There you are,

waiting for me.

Come, be with me.

ln the cooling rain,

l breathe.

(ALL CHANTING IN HAWAlIAN)

Jonathan?
Just a moment, Agatha.

l've just received
a telephone call from Mr. Kaimi.

The Queen...
No, no, no!

Stage left!

Stage left!
If you exit stage right, you'll collide with

the missionaries.

Whoa, whoa. Okay, gang,
Iet's make that exit stage left.

Hey, Higgins!
l got it all rigged.

This baby is
all set to go.

Fire-and-brimstone,
right on cue.

lt's gonna be
the hit of the show.

Fire?
Well, not real fire, Higgins. l mean,

it will be confetti.
But we'll have real smoke.

But in all honesty,
l think just a few flashing lights

and some colored
gel would...

Oh, come on,
are you kidding, Higgins? This is the opening number.

We need something
to catch their attention.

He's right,
you know.

William.
Jonathan.

l mean, what's a volcano
without fire and smoke? Just watch.

Jonathan,
about the phone call.

(RUMBLING)

(AIR HISSING)

Yeah, that'll catch
their attention, all right.

l can't understand
what went wrong.

They always say a bad
dress rehearsal ensures a perfect opening night.

Come on, let's go
and take a look at little Kilauea,

and see if we can
figure out where you went wrong.

This check
from the Downtown Merchants' Association

should cover the cost
of costumes and lights,

and maybe even
a better volcano.

All of us
in the Historical Society are very grateful.

Ah, forget it. l enjoy
separating the rich and famous from their checkbooks.

Especially
for a good cause.

You save me
a front row seat.

Certainly.
Okay.

What is it,
Agatha?

Oh, Mr. Kaimi
from Queen Emma Summer Palace called.

They're about to close,
and he wondered if you were still coming by

for the historical artifacts
they agreed to loan for the exhibit.

lf l am still coming?

(CAR SPEEDING)

l take it that it was
Mr. Magnum's responsibility.

l'll call
Mr. Kaimi back.

MAGNUM: l'll never
forget the date.

October 4, 1956.

l was late to my
fírst saxophone lesson.

lt was bound to happen.
l was always cuttíng ít close:

to baseball practíce,
to Boy Scouts, to school.

lt was a character traít
my mom saíd

came from her síde
of the famíly.

The Sullívan síde.

That was the síde
that always hated to be late,

but hated even worse
beíng early.

lt was also the síde
of the famíly

that never knew how to say no
to a request from a fríend.

And never
quíte felt comfortable sayíng yes, eíther.

But once they've saíd yes,

nothíng would ever stop them
from doíng the job.

Nothíng would ever take
theír attentíon away from the task at hand.

(PRIEST INCANTING
IN HAwAIIAN)

(PEOPLE HUMMING SOFTLY)

MAGNUM: My mom never
could explaín to me

why certaín thíngs seemed
to jump out of nowhere

and grab the
Sullívan ímagínatíon.

Neíther could l.

l íust knew they díd.

And, l also knew, sometímes
ít was best to let them go.

WOMAN: (WHISPERING) Thomas!

KAIMl: l'm afraid l'll have
to ask you to leave.

Visiting hours are over.

Oh! No, l'm...

Mr., uh, Kaimi?

Who are you?

Oh, l'm Thomas Magnum.
l'm here to pick up...

Oh, yes.
Mr. Higgins' delivery man.

l have the items
all packed up for you right in here.

Mr. Magnum?

Who...

Who was that woman
in the garden?

Just now, there was
a woman out there.

The same woman
that's in that picture.

There was no woman
in the garden.

Uh, l saw her.

Optical illusion, Mr. Magnum.
The afternoon sun often creates shadows that...

This was no shadow.

The museum is closed.
The garden is closed.

And there is no exit,
except through the house, past us.

Now, please tell Mr. Higgins
we will arrange to have the artifacts picked up

the day after
the pageant and exhibit.

''...along the beach,
men and women, Iads and lasses

''were returning from the bath
in bright raiment, red and blue and green,

''such as we delighted to see
in the colored little pictures of our childhood,

''and presently,
the sun had cleared the eastern hill

''and the glow of the day
was over all.''

Excellent, Agatha.

Do you really think so?

l believe
we should give you the place of honor,

right at the end.

Thank you.

Here you are, Higgins.
Safe and sound, in plenty of time.

You can't leave
until l make sure everything is here.

l also have
some selections from Mark Twain,

if you think
they'd be appropriate.

lt's all there.

Okay, we've
got it this time.

RICK: Higgins, get ready
for the opening number of all opening numbers.

Who is this?

That's the
Princess Kahiwalani.

Descended
from a chiefly line.

She died tragically
in 1910.

(EXPLOSlON)

(GIRLS EXCLAIMING)

T.C.: l don't know
what happened. Uh...

What do you mean,
you don't know what happened? l followed your directions!

And look what
they got us, T.C.!

l'm through listening to you.
Obviously, you know Iess about this than l do.

(SIGHS)

MAGNUM: l know
what you're thínkíng, and you're ríght.

There had to be a
reasonable explanatíon

for my stoppíng at a funeral
for someone l had never met.

And there had to be
a logícal explanatíon

for beíng drawn to a woman
who l had never seen before.

And who, accordíng
to Híggíns, at least,

díed nearly 80 years ago.

There had to be a logícal,
reasonable explanatíon.

l just dídn't know
what ít was.

HIGGINS: Magnum!
Ah!

There you are.

This package
arrived for you early this morning.

Naturally, l assumed it was
some sort of manufacturer's product sample giveaway

before l noticed
the return address.

Why would
Pali-Uli Keahikapu be sending you a package?

l don't know.

Who is Pali-Uli Keahikapu?

Pali-Uli Keahikapu
was maid servant to Kahiwalani

before the Princess's sudden
and unexpected demise.

A fact l'm sure
you read for yourself

in yesterday
afternoon's newspaper.

Actually,
l didn't have a chance to read the paper...

How odd. An American Navy
lieutenant's uniform from the turn of the century,

identifiable
primarily from... l know, Higgins.

l was wearing it.

l beg your pardon?

Nothing.

Never mind.

How did Princess
Kahiwalani die?

ln a fire.

Some say
it was suicide.

(SIGHS)

l saw her.

This woman
that you say is Princess Kahiwalani

l saw her yesterday
at Pali-Uli's funeral.

l never said this was
Princess Kahiwalani.

Of course, l see some
slight resemblance, but...

That photograph
l showed you yesterday,

you said she was
Princess Kahiwalani.

The woman in
that photo, yes.

But this is not
the same woman.

This appears to be
a photograph of you and a young lady,

who looks somewhat
like the Princess.

Magnum, l know
what you're doing,

and it's not
going to work!

Obviously, this is one of your
clever little practical jokes designed to unnerve me

before the Gala Anglo-Hawaiian
Historical Society Pageant this week.

However, l have
everything under control,

and nothing could
disconcert me now.

(EXPLOSlON)

Oh, my God!

Hi, Mom. It's me.

We seem to be talking
to each other's machines a lot lately.

l just wanted
to talk to you about family history.

lt's nothing important.

l love you.

Hello again.

How did you
get in here?

Well, l'm glad
you asked,

because it seems
there is a way into and out of the garden.

l'd be happy to show you
for future reference,

in case you don't
already know where it is,

which l think
you do.

You seem to know
an awful lot about Hawaiian history.

How many of these little
things have you published?

Three? Four?

What is it you want?

Oh! l want
to know

who that woman was
out in the garden yesterday,

and l want to know
why you lied to me about it.

l have a theory.
One that l didn't

find in one of your
little books, there.

Would you like
to hear it?

Well, l figure...

Course, now,
this is just conjecture based on rumor and gossip,

but l figure maybe
she's the granddaughter of Princess Kahiwalani.

That's ridiculous!

Well, it's iust
a theory.

Like l said,
it probably couldn't be true, because if it were,

somebody like you,
with all your publishing experience,

would probably write
a little book about it

and become
rich and famous.

That would be big news,
wouldn't it?

l'm afraid
l'm going to have to ask you to leave.

l'm leaving!
l just wanted to hear what you thought about my theory

before l gave it
to the press.

You'd be making
a big mistake.

Yeah.

All right, all right.

The girl was here
yesterday.

And she does bear
a slight resemblance

to Princess Kahiwalani.
Very slight.

As a matter of fact,
l was startled when l saw you.

You look a bit like...

Like who?

lt doesn't matter.

Like an American Navy
lieutenant, maybe?

Someone who
was very close to Princess Kahiwalani?

None of that matters.
The point is, she is a confused, neurotic girl

who desperately
wants to believe that she's royalty.

Well, l think l'd like
to decide that for myself.

She thinks
she is Kahiwalani!

l have to warn you.

She can be very convincing.
Most schizophrenics are.

Easy. It's okay.

Wait...

Don't run away.

l have to talk to you.

Who sent you here?

Nobody.

Did my husband tell you...

No.

l have something that

l think belongs to you.

Princess Kahiwalani's
Iocket.

Where did you get it?

lt was sent to me

by Pali-Uli Keahikapu.

Why does everyone
think l...

What?

lf you're looking
for a donation, we already gave.

You're bothering
my wife.

l just wanted
to ask her a few questions.

l suggest you leave
before l call the police.

MAGNUM :
The Magnum síde of me was sayíng, loud and clear,

''Stay out of somethíng that
ísn't any of your busíness.''

But the Sullívan síde
kept me wonderíng why Víctoría seemed so fríghtened.

Oh, hey,
l'm really sorry about this.

l'm having
a little problem with my steering mechanism.

lsn't that right, Dick?
Anyway, are you okay?

Yeah l think so.

Well that's good.

Because the only reason
we pulled you over like that

is, um, l have to deliver
something here.

HIGGINS:
That's very good. Very authentic.

One could almost
believe you were in an actual altercation.

l was in an altercation.

Oh, incidentally,
your mother called.

She said you wanted to
ask her some question about family history.

Yeah. Well...

l suppose you believe
you had a great-uncle who sailed the South Pacific

and managed to get
his picture into a locket

which would someday
find its way into your possession.

ls that really
so completely far-fetched?

Yes.

ls this all you got
on Hawaiian history?

l would think that
all these volumes would be sufficient

to find whatever it is
you're looking for.

What's that?
What's what?

That book there.
The book you were hiding.

l'm not hiding
anything.

Aha.

You were hiding it.

Don't be ridiculous.
Why on earth would l hide...

Gladys Shimpel's book!

Why, Higgins?

Why?

Because it's
Gladys Shimpel's book, that's why!

You expect me to believe
that you've even heard of Gladys Shimpel?

The Islands'
foremost expert on Hawaiian history.

Are you kidding?
Everyone's heard of Gladys Shimpel.

And Gladys Shimpel's theory
of Princess Kahiwalani was never proved.

You knew about this.
That's why you were hiding it.

And just because
it lends some credence to your ridiculous theory...

But isn't it possible
we're right,

me and Gladys?
It was all conjecture and rumor.

But possible,

just possible,

that Princess Kahiwalani
had a son the year she spent in England,

the result of a romance
with an American Navy lieutenant.

That's all well
and good, Magnum,

but even if it were true,
even if,

you're saying
that this man, William Keyes,

kept his wife's identity
secret for years,

and then sent two thugs
to beat you up

when you began to get
too close to his secret.

Well?
Well, it's absurd.

William Keyes
is a prominent citizen

well known for his
philanthropic acts.

Why would he
suddenly start behaving like a common criminal?

l don't know, Higgins.

But l intend
to find out.

RICK: Listen, Thomas,
l have about 500 things

left to do
for the pageant. Come on, Rick, 500?

That's a little bit
of an exaggeration. Don't you think?

l have to pick
the programs up from the printers,

l have to okay
the costumes for the dancers...

This won't take
any time at all!

l'll have you back
in an hour, Rick!

Yeah, yeah, that's
what you always say!

lt took a little digging,

but l came up
with something on your boy.

Personally, l'm always
a little suspicious

of anybody that looks
as clean as William Keyes.

Yeah, well
l never tru!sted the guy either.

Here you are,
honey.

What'd you find?

Well, on
the surface,

it appears
like he's a very successful investor.

Ah! Card one is the chariot!

Triumph, victory,
hope,

(WHISPERING)
success!

That's great.
She's real good at this.

You said
that he appears to be successful on the surface.

lCE PICK: That's right.
WOMAN: However,

here we have the tower.

Danger, ruin,
destruction of plans.

Sudden death.

(STAMMERING) Where?

Excuse me.
What's underneath the surface?

What? Huh? Under
the surface? Oh.

He's a hustler who's into
some very big-time operators

for a quarter
of a million.

Would you mind getting me
some more tea, dear?

lt's over there
on the bar.

How about you?
No thanks, l'm fine, ma'am.

You think
he's got the money to pay them off?

l know for
a fact he doesn't. He's flat broke.

lt's not the first
time, either.

lce Pick,
what are you doing?

Sometimes you
have to take the future into your own hands.

Oh, thank you, my dear.
Now, where were we?

Card two.
Four of disks.

Four of disks!
You hear that?

Four of disks!

Power.
Law and order.

Gain of money and influence.

Didn't l tell you
she was great?

Your man's going
to have to come up with some money, fast.

lf the lady's in danger,

it's going to come
from that corner.

Well, we got to go.
Thanks, Ice Pick.

Oh! Yeah.
Nice meeting you.

Goodbye.

Now, what does the future
hold for me?

l gotta give you credit.
You said we'd be less than an hour, and you were right.

lt's a good thing, too.

'Cause l gotta be back
at the estate

to give the usherettes
instructions at 2:OO.

Usherettes?
Dancers?

Have you ever
noticed that all your urgent tasks

seem to have something
to do with a bunch of pretty women?

Uh-huh. Well, l will be back
at the estate by 2:OO.

We could be.
If our next stop doesn't take too long.

Thomas!

l think this is
a very bad idea.

l don't think
you're supposed to go into dead people's houses.

Ain't that
against the law or something?

lf you see anybody
coming up the road, just let me know.

Wait, who's gonna be
coming up the road? l don't know!

That's why
l need somebody to keep a lookout.

Oh, great.
Just great!

Hey, will you hurry up?
This place gives me the creeps.

MAGNUM: One character
traít on the Magnum síde of the famíly tree:

extreme stubbornness.

At least,
that's what my mom always called ít.

My dad líked to
call ít perseverance.

When all logíc and reason
told me to stay away from thís case,

my stubborn streak
took hold.

l had to know
why thís woman, Palí-Ulí,

had tríed to draw me
ínto her world on the day that she díed.

l could only hope
that she had le Ft a clue behínd,

to gíve me
some sort of an answer.

lt was begínníng to look
líke she had done just that.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Thomas!
Someone's coming!

Thomas, let's
get out of here!

Thomas!

Come on, come on,
Iet's go!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Princess Kahiwalani
didn't commit suicide.

She was killed
by her husband.

She and her Navy
lieutenant lover.

l'd like to hear
all about it,

but could we get
the hell out of here?

Which is exactly
what Pali-Uli thought was going to happen

to Kahiwalani's
granddaughter, Victoria.

Thomas!

RICK: First of all
you almost get m!e killed

over somebody
who's been dead for 80 years.

Then you expect me
to buy a story

about Victoria Keyes,
princess reincarnated?

l didn't almost
get you killed!

And l'm not asking you
to buy anything.

l'm iust telling you
what Pali-Uli believed.

Now, she wrote
that Kahiwalani's husband found her and her lover,

killed them both,
and then set fire to the house.

(SCOFFS) That's very
interesting, Thomas,

but l got to tell you,

l'm a little busy right now,
so if you'll excuse me...

So you're saying
Victoria is doomed

to repeat Kahiwalani's death
at her husband's hands

unless the karma
is somehow broken.

Right.
That is, if you believe the theory.

(SCOFFS)

And you're going
to buy into this?

Yeah, l'm still
holding.

lf it were karma,
and if she had to repeat it,

the Navy officer
would have to die with her.

Oh, come on.
That's all superstitions and ghost stories.

Without a doubt.
Although there are some of perhaps inferior intellect

who support the theory
of reincarnation.

First of all
why would! Keyes

believe that Victoria
was the granddaughter of the Princess?

Desperate people have
a way of finding out all kinds of things.

Yeah, l'm still here.
Go ahead.

Not that l for a moment
entertained the idea,

but it was once
proposed to me that l embody the spirit

of a rather brilliant
military advisor to Catherine the Great.

l'm certain if l were
to mention his name,

you'd see the similarity
in character traits

which would make
such an observation possible,

however misguided.

However, that's hardly
the important issue at the moment.

(SNAPPING FINGERS)

Thanks, Darla.
l owe you one.

The problem is,
if we accept any part of this bizarre theory...

There's no way of proving
that Keyes is planning to murder his wife.

Precisely.

Just because
Pali-Uli believed it, it is hardly probable cause.

But maybe a $500,OOO
insurance policy is.

Especially
if it contains a suicide clause.

There's someone else
besides Pali-Uli who knows about this.

KAIMl: She wanted to take
some of Princess Kahiwalani's personal articles.

They belong to the museum.

l couldn't iust let them go
to some crazy woman.

And what made you think
she was crazy?

She thinks
she's Kahiwalani!

She's obsessed with the idea
that she's the Princess come back to life.

Did she tell you that?

No! Her husband did.

He called.

Yes, he called several times,
asking for certain items.

He apologized, said he was
humoring his wife,

that she had all kinds
of fantasies that included...

Suicide.

A fixation on Kahiwalani's
suicide, actually.

Oma'oma'o Valley.

KAIMl: Oma'oma'o Valley.

A house was buílt
for Príncess Kahíwalaní and her husband.

lt was never líved ín.

Wíllíam Keyes saíd
hís wífe was obsessed wíth restoríng ít and lívíng ín ít.

He saíd she wanted to
recreate Kahíwalaní's lífe.

MAGNUM :
The ancíent Hawaííans called ít hana hope.

Some people
called ít karma.

My grandfather
called ít destíny.

But then,
he was a Sullívan.

l dídn't know whether
to belíeve ít or not,

but whether Víctoría was
lívíng out the destíny of her famous grandmother

or símply ín trouble
all on her own,

l knew l had to do
whatever l could to help her.

(LIQUID SLOSHING)

(CAR APPROACHING)

RICK: Somebody should've
heard from him by now.

He'd let us know
if he was in trouble.

lf he could.

We should send
someone over to William Keyes' house.

WILLIAM:
Pre-show jitters?

William!
Uh, Mr. Keyes, l, uh... That is, uh...

Don't worry, Jonathan,
everything is going to go like clockwork.

Yes, l'm quite sure
your... Where is...

ls Mrs. Keyes
attending the performance?

No. No, l'm afraid
she came down with a bad headache.

l left her in her bed.
We'll see you after the show?

Yes.
Good.

(EXPLOSlON)

(ALL CHANTING IN HAWAlIAN)

Ah.

''...and presently
the sun had cleared the eastern híll

''and the glow,, of the day
was no more.

l have the honor

to present to you
the man who made thís pageant possíble,

for wíthout hís
fundraísíng efforts,

we would not have
been able to present thís program to you today.

Ladíes and gentlemen,
Mr. Wíllíam Keyes.

(ALL GASPING)

Thanks.

MAGNUM: l know
what you're thínkíng.

And l agree.

There was nothíng more
to Palí-Ulí's theory of reíncarnatíon,

than the workíngs of
a romantíc, ímagínatíve mínd,

and the devíous, manípulatíve
mínd of Wíllíam Keyes.

And, maybe, a líttle
wíshful daydreamíng

on the part of
Thomas Sullívan Magnum.

HIGGINS:
Oh, there you are.

l've iust seen Victoria,
Mrs. Keyes,

off at the airport.

She asked me
to give you this note.

VICTORIA: Dear Thomas.
Please forgíve me for leavíng

wíthout stoppíng by
to at least say thank you.

Somehow ''thank you''
seemed so ínadequate,

and l wasn't quíte sure
what else to say.

l know there must be some
reason our líves were drawn together so mysteríously.

But l also know sometímes
ít's foolísh to go chasíng down reasons.

Maybe ít's better
to just accept ít

and let ít go.

So l guess
l'll just say mahalo and goodbye.

She also asked me
to give you this.

lt's

quite a
remarkable photograph of Princess Kahiwalani

one Pali-Uli had kept
in her private collection.

So l guess we can put this
reincarnation theory to rest,

once and for all.

l guess we can,
Higgins.

Mahalo.

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