All language subtitles for 06.04 The Kona Winds

You found me.
Nothing else matters.

This is Thomas Magnum. He's
with the security company.

Nobody ever crosses Sam.
Nobody ever outsmarts him.

Anybody tries to take something that
belongs to me, I take care of them myself.

I am the only one who can link him to the deaths.
He'll have to kill me.

You have to come over
right away.

You better bring your gun.

There's something hypnotic
about the climate in Hawaii.

Every day, it's sunny
and 80 degrees.

Every day, there are gentle trade winds
to take the edge off the humidity.

Every day-

Until the Kona winds come up.

The Kona winds
come from the south,

from somewhere in the vastness of the Pacific Ocean.
And, as they travel toward the

unprotected chain of islands sitting,
vulnerable, in the huge expanse of water,

they pick up power
and speed and force,

finally crashing into the
scattered bits of land.

But the Kona winds do more than
whip the sea into a frenzy.

They stir the blood and tear at the
emotions, thrusting even temperate men

into destinies they
may later regret.

I've always felt drawn to the land's
edge to watch the winds come in,

as if I were somehow
part of the drama.

I'm not even sure
what happened.

Do you think it was the wind?

Of course it was the wind.
What else could it have been?

I might have jumped.

Did you?

No.

I don't know. I'm not sure
of anything anymore.

I'm not even sure
you should have saved me.

Don't ever say
something like that.

My husband is
going to kill me.

It's the wind.

What you're saying is...

Very serious. I know.

You have some kind of proof?

For some reason I woke up in the
middle of the night last night.

There were voices
on the patio below.

Angry voices.

At first I thought
it must be the wind.

But I went to the window
and I saw my husband.

His face was distorted
with anger and Charlie was...

Charlie?

His partner, his best friend.

Was yelling at him, something
about inspections and bribery,

that Sam was to blame.

And then Sam pulled the gun
out of his pocket,

and he shot him.
He killed him.

And you saw it?

I might have screamed.
I don't remember.

Since that moment, I've been numb.
Shock, I guess.

Nothing seems quite real.

What did the police say?

I can't call them. What
if they don't believe me?

When Sam came to bed,
I pretended I was asleep.

But every time he looks at me,
I'm sure he knows.

And I'm sure
he's going to kill me, too.

Magnum!

That's not the wind.

It's Higgins. He lives here.

You won't tell him about me.

Magnum, where are you?

If Sam didn't see me, I made a
terrible mistake in confiding in you.

No, you haven't.

Look, I'm just going to find out what
Higgins wants. I'll be right back.

You're safe here.

With the
most extensive Higgins!

damage on the outer islands,

several resort hotels were
flooded by the storm surge,

which smashed 30-foot waves...

We have 24 hours.

Meanwhile, tropical storm
Po'ipe is brewing less than 300 miles

off the north shore of Oahu.

It is expected that Po'ipe will unleash
four times the destructive force...

Put these on and follow me. We
don't have a moment to spare.

But...

Higgins!

We'll need to put masking tape
on every window on the estate

because in the event we're struck with
90-mile-an-hour winds, the glass will shatter.

Well, yeah, but
before we do that...

A drastic step, to be sure, but one far
preferable to having giant shards of glass

flying throughout the house. I estimate
we'll need a dozen rolls, two-inch width,

100-yard length.

Additionally, we will need three or four
five-gallon containers of bottled water,

four hurricane lamps, six dozen candles, an
assortment of batteries and a can opener.

A can opener?

Will you slow down?
I need to talk to you.

Take a look at this. The engine
which operates the estate's

generator system, our only source
of power should a blackout occur.

It sounds like it needs a tune-up.
Precisely.

If you don't have the skills to attend
to it personally, hire a mechanic.

Everything must be in
top-notch condition

if we're gonna have any chance
of beating the storm.

You sound like you're
addressing the troops.

There's only one way to
approach these matters, Magnum.

Head on. Meet aggression with aggression.
Whether the enemy is man or nature,

the battle goes to the one
who is prepared.

I shall expect nothing
less from you

than full-scale cooperation.

Wait. Wait a second, will you?

There's plenty of time.

According to the weather
report, 23 hours and...

Fifty-five minutes.
And counting.

I just need a minute!

Look, Higgins, earlier today

I came across someone
who'd had an accident.

It was a woman.

Higgins, now...
She almost drowned.

And she's in trouble
and she's scared.

And I told her this would be
a safe place for her to stay.

Then I suggest you set out
immediately to ensure that it is.

It's another
beautiful day in paradise.

It's hard to imagine that with
such blue skies and clear water

that tropical storm Po'ipe is brewing up
trouble only a couple of hundred miles away.

Meantime, clean-up operations
have begun on the outer islands.

Medical and food supplies are
being flown in by helicopter,

and work will begin today
restoring electrical service...

She didn't even
tell you her name?

Well, she's in trouble. She's scared.
Maybe she doesn't trust me.

Now, I wouldn't be surprised if she
felt like she couldn't trust anybody.

Boy!

You should have seen
her yesterday, T.C.

There's something about her,
I don't know.

That makes you want to
take care of her?

Makes you want to do whatever
you have to do to find her

and make sure everything's
all right for her?

Look, she's practically a prisoner in her own house.
She's married to a man

who spends most of his time
building a real estate empire.

His whole life is controlling
and manipulating other people.

She's no match
for a guy like that.

If he is going to do
something to hurt her,

how's she going to
protect herself?

I thought you said she didn't
even tell you her name.

She didn't.

You know all this stuff about someone
who doesn't even tell you her name?

Well, I am a private investigator, T.C.
I did a little investigating.

I ran a check on her license
plate from her car.

You ran a check through DMV?

Well, Rick did.

But the point is, the car is
registered to Sam Henderson.

Sam Henderson?

Yeah, wife's name is Lauren.

Yeah, he owns one of the hotels
that got wiped out in the storm

last night in Kumulani Bay.

He owns hotels
on all the islands, T.C.

So where does
it all lead to?

I don't know. She ran away.

Maybe she doesn't
even want my help.

But maybe she needs it anyway.

Well, thanks a lot
for the blankets.

There's people on that island who
will really be needing these tonight.

You think that second storm's
going to turn and miss us?

I don't know. But you can't
worry about that, Thomas.

You sure can't change
the course of the storm.

You sure can't get out of its way
if it's gonna roll over you.

In fact, all you can do is,
kind of, roll along with it

and hope you don't get too
banged up in the process.

You know,

that's the thing about nature.

It doesn't set out to
intentionally hurt you.

But you can't say the
same thing about people.

T.C.

All right,

I'll see what I can find out about
Henderson while I'm over there.

Hello, you have reached Thomas Magnum.
Please wait for the tone...

You found me.

My husband just left
for Kumulani Bay.

The hotel he and Charlie
were arguing about,

it's been
completely destroyed.

I know.

People were killed.

Nobody knew about the deaths
until a couple of hours ago.

If it wasn't the storm,

if it was what Charlie said,
bad construction...

He could be charged
with wrongful death.

He's gone to make sure there
isn't any evidence left to...

To implicate him.

I don't want to drag you into this,
but I don't know where else to turn.

Once Sam comes back,

I am the only one who can
implicate him with the deaths.

He'll have to kill me.

No, he won't.

It doesn't matter, now.
You came after me.

You found me.
Nothing else matters.

Lauren, wait...

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna take you
to the police.

There's nothing they can do.

I want you to tell them
what you told me.

That my husband killed his partner,
but I don't know where the body is?

No body, no crime.
Isn't that how that goes?

He's missing.
It's a place to start.

His secretary said he was on vacation,
but she doesn't know where.

I called.

Lauren,

are you sure?

If you don't believe me,
nobody will.

I believe you.
I do. I believe you.

Come here.
Sit down, sit down...

The police are gonna believe you, too,
if we come up with enough evidence.

Now, all we have to do is prove that
he had the motive and the opportunity.

How do we do that?

Well, we'll start with the
inspector that Sam bribed.

If Sam finds out we're looking
into this, he'll kill us.

That's a risk
we're gonna have to take.

Now you can't just sit here
waiting for him to come back.

What about his office?

They close up the office
at 5:00 on the dot.

Here's the connection.
Greg Frazier, the site inspector.

He also inspected the grating, the cement
work, the framing, plumbing, electrical...

How'd they
get away with this?

Is that unusual?

Well, unless he's an expert
in every one of these fields,

which is highly unlikely.

But not impossible.

Well, I'm sure that's what
Mr. Frazier will tell us.

Unless we can put this together
with a record of payment.

That's not exactly something
Sam would keep on file.

Put that light out.

It's okay.

Suppose you're Sam. You pay
this guy a lot of money,

but you want to make sure he
doesn't blackmail you for more.

I mean, wouldn't you want to
keep a record of it around

to show this guy
that he's implicated?

That's exactly how
Sam would think.

Where does he keep
his check registers?

Anything he'd want to keep
hidden would be in his office.

He told me he kept his
private papers in here.

But where?

Is there a safe?

Of course.

How like Sam to use this
picture to hide the safe.

Do you have any idea
what the combination might be?

His Social Security number?
That's too many numbers.

Try, 10-7-40,
that's his birthday.

Well, that's one down
and two to go.

What do you mean? Well, this
kind of electronic lock

gives you three chances, then it freezes
for 24 hours and sets off an alarm.

Try 6-18-81. The photograph.
Our wedding day.

Here's something, $2,500.

It's made out to cash.

Yeah, but it was written

the same date the first permit
was signed off.

And it's endorsed by
Greg Frazier.

If we can find more of these checks for
the same amount for these other dates...

It's a security
guard.

Must be time for rounds. ls
there another way out of here?

That way.

The only
question that remains is,

how soon will she hit and
how much damage will she do?

Thanks, Bill, if there's
anything we don't need, it's a second storm.

Let's all keep
our fingers crossed.

On the lighter side,
the Honolulu...

Sam's going to
find out we broke in.

No, the guard
didn't see us.

We have to go over
the papers.

Yeah, we'll go back
to my place.

No! There are other people there. We can't
take another chance on being seen together.

No one will have to see us.

I think we should
go to my house.

Sam won't be back until tomorrow
afternoon at the earliest,

but if he should call
and I'm not there...

Do you feel that? It almost
feels as if the air is alive.

It's the Kona winds.

Do you realize
what you're doing? You idiot.

I was very sheltered and
protected all my life. An only child.

My mother died
when I was three.

My father was remote, distant.

He passed away when I was in
college,

leaving me no resources
to survive on my own.

I guess, I saw the Islands as a
retreat from a frightening world.

I started working in
one of Sam's hotels.

The minute he saw me, he
started a campaign to own me.

He never gave me a chance to
think about what was happening.

He wanted an ornament.
He got one.

My marriage ended
on our wedding day.

He locked me away in this house and
made sure I could never leave.

I had no money, no friends,
no family.

The one time I told him I was
unhappy and wanted to leave,

he knocked me
across the room.

Nobody ever crosses Sam.
Nobody ever outsmarts him.

Maybe they do.

He left a pretty good trail between
him and Inspector Frazier.

Not good enough
to take to the police?

No, it's not good enough by itself.
But if he left that trail,

he's bound to have left
something else somewhere.

I want you to go to Robin's Nest.
You'll be safe there with Higgins.

It's better that I stay here.

Keep Sam thinking
I'm not onto him yet.

You'll stay
right by the phone?

I'll call you just as soon as
I find something out.

Sam, you're home early.
Everything all right?

No. Everything's a mess.

This is Thomas Magnum. He's
with the security company.

He's been out
to check the house.

Nice car, Thomas Magnum.

Thank you.

Some kind of trouble?

Well, the winds seem to have
knocked out some of the systems

at your neighbors' houses, but
yours is working just fine.

Well, can't be too careful.

Well, I've got to
file my reports.

You checked the
whole house, did you?

I think we covered everything.

Oh...

That's very thoughtful
of you, dear.

We have an elaborate
system here, Mr. Magnum.

It's quite good.

I'm real proud of it.

I'd like to show you a special
feature of the system.

It's something that
I added myself.

Mr. Magnum.

This is the heart
of the system, Mr. Magnum.

But you've already
seen it, haven't you?

I believe in strong security,
Mr. Magnum.

But I also believe that you have to
let would-be intruders know that

you mean business.

I don't think you'll have
any trouble with that.

Any system
can let you down.

But I have a backup that's
absolutely foolproof.

Anybody tries to take something that
belongs to me, I take care of them myself.

Looks like the second
storm is coming.

The encounter with Sam Henderson
had left me with the sobering realization

that events were happening too
quickly and I was losing control.

I know, some people say we don't
really have anything more

than the illusion of control, anyway.
But I was losing even that.

And it was unsettling.

For some reason, fixing
the generator gave me

a feeling that I did have some
influence over my universe,

at least until
the second storm arrived.

Then, I knew, everything
would be up for grabs.

Higgins?

Higgins!

What are you doing?

I am clearing away the last painful
remnants of a battle lost.

Battle lost?

A glaring reminder of previous
defeat is bad for morale.

I admit the winds yesterday
caught me a bit off guard.

The surprise element
left us wide open.

The carefully maintained order
with which this estate is run

was turned into utter
and complete chaos.

That will not happen again If the storm
should attack this part of the island,

we shall be ready to do
battle and we shall prevail.

This isn't a war, you know. I mean,
once nature sets its course,

you can't do anything
to stop it.

You can if you're British!

If I had paid
attention to the way the storm

was affecting
everyone around me,

I might have noticed that it was brewing
up some intense feelings in me.

Although T. C. seemed
philosophical enough about it,

Higgins was flailing around
for control.

And when I called Rick to ask for his help,
he sounded distracted, almost giddy.

And if I'd really paid
attention, I would have noticed

that I was being driven by
forces I couldn't quite identify

and taking chances I wouldn't
ordinarily take.

With winds
gusting up to 75 miles an hour,

the Coast Guard has issued
small-craft advisories.

The National Weather Service is predicting
that tropical storm Po'ipe will turn into...

Hi.

I'm sorry.

Henderson and Brandon?

Yes. Hi.
Hi.

I'm with the Superior Mutual
Insurance Group.

We carry the coverage on the
Kumulani Bay operation.

Oh, why does everything
always happen at once?

Listen, Mr. Henderson,
he's not in right now.

But he's supposed to be back pretty soon
because he needs to talk to the police,

so you're welcome to
wait, if you like. What?

The police are involved in
the Kumulani Bay problem?

What? No, not at all. It's
about the break-in last night.

What?

You know what? I probably shouldn't
be telling you any of this.

Why don't you just wait
for Mr. Henderson?

That's a shame. I mean, I kind
of wanted to wrap all this up

before the end of the
work day in LA.

I mean, you know how slow they can be
in issuing checks from the home office.

I'll tell you what?
ls Mr. Brandon around?

No, I'm sorry,
but he's on vacation.

Oh, gee!

You know, I just don't need that
much to get my paperwork done.

See, the home office wasn't able to telex
me my copy of the insurance policy,

so it would really help me out
if I could take a look at yours.

Well, I...

Well, all right.
I guess that'd be okay.

Great, great.

I'll also need copies of the purchase
orders of all your building materials,

you know, just to verify replacement
cost, that sort of thing.

You want to know what I'm going to do as
soon as Mr. Henderson gets back here?

What?
Leave.

The last place
I want to be

is in the 12th floor of this
building when that storm hits.

Oh, yeah.

I'll bet Mr. Brandon...
Charlie, is it? Yeah.

Yeah, well, I'll bet you
he's glad he's on vacation,

what with all the weather
trouble here and everything.

Yeah, well, I really wouldn't know
because I haven't talked to him.

Do you know where I can
reach him?

I mean, in case I need his
signature for anything?

No, I don't. Now, here are the copies
of those purchase orders you needed.

Oh, I really appreciate this.

Let's see...

Oh, here it is.
This is the insurance...

Yeah, this is it. This is the insurance
file on the Kumulani Bay Hotel.

Thank you.

You know confidentially, I
mean, just between you and me,

I don't blame you for not
wanting to stay up here.

I mean, the storm has got
everybody so nervous.

Well, you know what?
It's not just that.

It's just...
I don't know, but

things are just so
weird around here lately.

Yeah, I'd noticed that myself.

You did?
Yes.

No, really, did you know... Yes!

Did you know that Charlie took off and
never even told me where he was going?

I mean, I...

I don't know what I'm supposed to do about
all his luncheon appointments this week.

Plus, we have the inspection
on the Waverly Waikiki Hotel.

And you know, Charlie, he always
meets with the inspectors.

And Mr. Henderson...
Please!

Mr. Henderson is not about
to meet with those inspectors.

And then last night,
I don't know if you...

Did you hear about this?

We had a break-in in here
last night.

Yeah, I hope he calls in.
I really do, because...

I'm going to tell him.
I'm just going to tell him

what I think of this little
disappearing act of his.

Listen to me. I'm going on
and on about my problems,

and those poor people
of the Kumulani...

I'm sorry. You know what? Don't
pay any attention to me, okay?

It's all right.
It's the storm.

Yeah, oh well.

Anyway, look it,

here are those Social
Security Numbers, and...

You know, I really think that's
just about everything you need.

Your other hotel?

Oh, yeah.

These are...

Well, if you need
anything else, really,

Mr. Henderson should be
back this afternoon.

Thanks, uh...

Oh, Cindy.
My name is Cindy.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

The National Weather Bureau

has advised travelers
to stay off the roads.

Stay tuned for emergency
centers...

An uneasy feeling began
creeping around the back of my mind.

If Charlie always met with the
inspectors, how was it he didn't know

about Sam paying
one of them off?

Was it possible,
that Sam was,

for some reason I couldn't
quite put together,

concocting some elaborate
scheme to terrify Lauren?

Is this something
or is this something?

Hey look what the wind blew in.
How you doing?

You know
Big Ed Kanakoa, right?

You did work for him
on his third divorce.

I know, he puts on luaus.
Right!

So I figured, if I'm gonna throw
a blowout for all my friends,

who better to call than Big Ed
Kanakoa, the king of the luaus, right?

Why are you throwing a party?

Well, there's a second
storm coming in.

You do two things
when a storm comes in:

One, you lock your windows.
Two, you lock your doors.

Then you boogie, boogie,
boogie until you drop.

Hey, Thomas, we got an extra
seat over here!

Why don't you
come and join us?

What do you want?
Blue Hawaii, Chi Chi?

Did you get anything on that
building inspector for me?

Yeah, I called a friend of mine
who's in the cement business.

He called a cousin of his who
is an electrical contractor...

Rick, I don't have a lot of time.
Now, is he on the up and up or not?

Not. Does it
help you out any?

I think so. But there's something
else that doesn't quite fit.

Can I use your phone?
Sure.

In your office?

Oh, come on, Thomas, I just spent
a fortune for this blowout.

Don't tell me you're
not going to stick around.

I'm sorry, Rick. I'll catch
the next one. Honest.

I knew I was chasing down a
ghost trying to find Charlie Brandon.

But I figured, while I went through
the paperwork, I might as well try.

If I could even prove he was missing,
that would help the case against Sam.

I figured the very least I could
do was call the hotels he owned.

He wasn't at
the Waverly Hotel, Bora Bora,

he wasn't at the
Waverly Hotel, Tokyo,

and I was willing to bet
odds he wasn't at the...

Waverly Hotel, Melbourne.

Charles Brandon, please.

One moment please.

After Australia, I only
had three more hotels to go.

BRANDON.' Yeah?

Charlie Brandon?

Who's calling?

I'm your claims adjustor with
Empire Fidelity Insurance.

We were just trying to cut through the
paperwork on the Kumulani Bay thing.

I was just wondering if I could ask you
a couple of quick questions, you know.

Shouldn't take but a minute.

How'd you get this number?

You know, if I can get
this form in by tonight,

you should have
the first installment

on your $6,000,000 insurance
benefit by tomorrow in the mail.

You're paying off
on the hotel?

Yeah, just as soon
as I fill out this form.

You heard about
the storm, I guess?

Yeah.

I was wondering if you could tell
me your Social Security Number.

See, I think it has been
left off the application.

074-38-2628.

074-38-2628?

That's right.

Which insurance company
did you say you were with?

That should take care of it for us, Mr. Brandon.
You just have a nice vacation.

I figured, if you can't bring
Magnum to the party,

then bring the party
to Magnum.

No thanks, Ed.

Hey, I couldn't let you get
away without knowing if you

heard from my boss's wife?
What?

Sam Henderson's wife.

I mean, she told me, you know,
it was on the q.t.,

that she was looking
for a private eye.

Hey, naturally,
I turned her on to you.

When?

Oh, I think, must have been
about a week ago.

You mean, you never heard
from her?

Hello ?

The party's waiting for you.

Hello ?

Hello.

Thomas!

I've been trying to reach you. Where are you?
It doesn't matter.

You have to come over
right away.

Sam's gone to the office
and...

Thomas,
I found Charlie's body.

Thomas, are you there?

Yes.

I've called the police, but you
have to come over right away.

I'm so afraid Sam will get
home before the police arrive.

Thomas?

Are you sure it's Charlie?

Of course, I'm sure. You're not
gonna start doubting me now?

I need you. Please.
Won't you come over?

Yes.

Please, hurry. And Thomas,
just in case,

you better bring your gun.

Hello, Lauren.

Thomas.

I wasn't sure you were coming.

You lied to me about Charlie.

No.

You didn't find his body.

What else did you
lie to me about?

Nothing.

You must believe me.

I did lie about seeing the body. But
I was afraid you wouldn't come over.

I knew I had to tell you something...
How about the truth?

The truth was too complicated. I
couldn't tell you over the phone. Look.

A quarter of a
million dollars.

You remember those checks
made out to cash?

There must have been more
of them than we ever imagined.

How'd it get here?

I'm not sure. I've been thinking
about that ever since I found it.

And I think...

Charlie was always
having money troubles.

He must've forged Sam's name on those checks
to get access to some ready cash, fast.

When Sam found out some money was missing,
he probably called Charlie over here.

They got into a fight over the money, then
Charlie brought up the building inspector.

That's when I woke up. Their
fight got out of hand and

Charlie was killed.

From there I can
only guess that

Sam went to Charlie's to get the
money, brought it back here,

put it in the safe.

It's the only thing
that makes sense.

Bye, Lauren.

Where are you going?
Thomas!

Thomas!

Until you pulled me out of the ocean, I
didn't care whether I lived or died.

Today, when I found this money, I
knew I wanted to live. With you.

We can take the money and
leave. Now.

Before Sam comes back and
kills us like he did Charlie.

Sam didn't kill Charlie.

He did. I saw it!
You must believe me!

What a charming scene.

Are you here to check the security
system again, Mr. Magnum?

Thomas, you must kill him.
It's our only chance.

Hardly the loving words
of a devoted wife, my dear.

We can go
anywhere you want.

When you think about it,
it's not very gracious of you

to insist that our guest
commit homicide.

If you wanted me dead, you should
have purchased a gun yourself.

We can't let him destroy us.
Not now.

Not only would it have been
more hospitable,

it would have been more pragmatic.
You see, your Mr. Magnum

doesn't have
the killer instinct.

Beach boys generally don't.

That's why they stay on the beach,
living off of lonely, wealthy women.

Is that the kind of life you
wanted for yourself, Lauren?

Thomas, shoot him.

Save your breath.
He doesn't have it in him.

Charlie isn't dead.

I talked to him.
He's in Australia.

I know.

But Sam is dead now.
That's the important thing.

You're going to take the money
and run away with Charlie?

Nothing nearly so obvious.
The money stays here with Sam

and you.

Somehow I don't think that's
going to do us much good.

No. Probably not.

But it will help my story
a great deal.

The story you've been
saving for the police.

You'd like it.

It's all about a
down-on-his-luck Pl

who stumbled across a
very wealthy contractor

who'd been bribing
building inspectors.

Sam.

About a contractor who wouldn't allow
himself to be blackmailed by a

second-rate Pl.

That's where I come in.

And about a terrible fight which
escalated into a shootout,

both men dead,
by each other's weapons.

A routine investigation, a
respectable time for mourning,

and you and Charlie can live happily
ever after off the empire Sam built.

I'm afraid the one thing I
can't stand is long good-byes.

I emptied it

before you came downstairs.

I'm sorry

to have done something
so obvious.

You haven't changed anything. It's
still your word against mine.

Your gun killed Sam.

Nobody ever saw us together.
Nobody will ever believe you.

I will.

Sam.

It turns out I am as big a fool as you must
have thought I was when you married me.

Sam.

Please!

Don't say any more.

Even a fool has limits.

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, but I'm almost sorry you called
me at the office for that little chat.

Almost.

Looks like the second
storm isn't gonna hit after all.