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Sorry, lady.

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

He was shot in the back by
this drugstore cowboy.

Do you have a ballistics
match? Of course he doesn't.

Magnum's bail has been set at $100,000.

I already kind of figured out that
your killer's the psychiatrist.

I have no idea why Magnum shot him.

Shh!

What do you mean, shush?
What are you doing here?

Enjoy your vacation. Our climate
doesn't agree with everyone.

Our negotiations are almost settled.

Why would he wanna kill me?

Give me the jewels now.

Wait! Don't come any closer.

Previously on Magnum, P.I.

[Jessica] Jonathan Higgins had met
three ladies at the airport.

Joan Fulton, her secretary, Amy Sal yer

and old friend of mine,
Pamela Bates.

Somebody just tried to kill us!

Miss Sal yer.

[Jessica] A man following Amy was spotted
by a private investigator, Thomas Magnum.

I think Amy could be in real trouble.

What a brilliant deduction.
That was the police.

The Ferrari has been found abandoned,
and there's no sign of Amy.

That was Pamela Bates
on the phone just now.

Her sister is missing.

Miss Salyer's told you that
she worked here, Mr. Magnum?

Now, come on, you must have
some idea who this guy is.

I told you I don't.

[Jessica] Joan's husband
had died three months ago

and left her with a business to run.

Look, all you have to do
is keep an eye on me

until Pamela's investigator gets
here and cleans up this mess.

Until her what gets here?

Higgins hasn't told you?

She's here.

[Jessica] There'd been
some misunderstanding.

Mr. Magnum, I could hardly ignore

a telegram from a dear, old friend

saying that someone was
trying to kill her,

but I am certainly not here
to, uh, "work" on a case.

Oh, my god.

J.B. Fletcher.

I'd like to invite you
all over to my place.

I'm having a little cocktail party.

I have a colorful past,
Jessica.

With enemies who might well
deploy professional assassins

to take their vengeance on me.

Look out! Get down!

Guys like Mayfield only look
people up for one reason.

[Jessica] Mr. Magnum was convinced

Mayfield had a contract to
kill one of the ladies.

Apparently, he was right.

Jessica, please.
Stay behind me.

[Jessica] We all heard two shots.

But Mr. Mayfield was
found shot in the back

and unarmed.

Freeze!
You're under arrest.

[Magnum] Murder one?

Come on, Lieutenant.

He shot at me first.

With what, Magnum?

He was unarmed.

And he was shot in the back.

You think I did it?

I think you should stop
showing up at murder sites.

Anyway, what I think doesn't count.

This is not my case.

I've been here most of the
night. It's almost daybreak.

Well, if it's not your
case, whose case is it?

You don't wanna know.

It's all over, Magnum.
No more cutting corners.

No more pallsy-wallsy.

You stepped in this one real
good, it's all over your shoes.

We're filing charges, and I'm
gonna handle it personally.

Captain, didn't you read my statement?

Mayfield fired at me,
I fired back.

Uh, excuse me, I, uh, don't
want to interrupt anything,

but I couldn't help overhearing.

Who the hell are you, lady?

Jessica Fletcher.
I was at the party.

I was just waiting to make my statement.

You see, Mr. Magnum has this theory

that Paul Mayfield was
hired to kill someone.

Some sort of a contract.

But someone got to him first.

Which means... Mrs. Fletcher, thank you,

but maybe I'd better handle
this myself. Captain...

Paul Mayfield checks out to
be a blue ribbon citizen.

He was a guest at the party.

He was unarmed and he
was shot in the back

by this drugstore cowboy.

Do you have a ballistics match?

Of course he doesn't.

And what about a motive?
Why would I?

The slug hit his spine and splattered.

But we do know that it was a .45.

Which is exactly what Magnum was
holding in his hot little hand.

And I was holding the gun
because I'd been shot at.

Captain Browning, how much do
you know about Paul Mayfield?

Enough.

He owned property, he paid taxes,

and he was a guest at the party,

which is more than I can
say about some people.

He was there to fulfill a contract.

Oh, yes, some sort of hired killer, huh?

Who hired him?
Who was he supposed to kill?

Well, we're not quite
sure of all that yet.

"We"?

Uh, Captain, let me give
it to you one more time.

Mayfield fired at me first
from beside the shed.

So how is it we could not
find Mayfield's gun?

We went over the place
with metal detectors.

What we got was two .45 caliber shells.

Same manufacturer as in your clip.

And everybody heard two shots.

That's a wrap.

Lieutenant.

Lock him up, now.

Ah, Mrs. Fletcher, where's Higgins?

Look, I'm gonna need
someone to bail me out.

Oh, is that so?

Oh, don't hold your breath
waiting for the bail hearing.

Sometimes the paperwork gets misplaced.

Sometimes we even lose prisoners.

Don't worry. I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Jessica.

Magnum isn't with you?

He's being booked.
They're holding him.

But surely they can't believe...

Captain Browning apparently does.

I've noted the captain seems to have

some sort of personal
animosity toward Magnum.

Oh, I agree with you. I mean,
with Captain Browning,

it all seems to be very personal.

What is going on?

[Pamela] Jessica!
A change of plans.

Jessica.

There you are.
I packed your things for you.

Oh, yes, I know that I said we'd be
leaving this morning, Pamela, but...

Well, since Robin isn't coming, we're
moving to the Royal Hawaiian Hotel.

There's more to do.
Mrs. Fulton phoned

and told me to pack.

Oh, but do you think that's safe?

Jessica, that man is dead.

Jonathan explained it all to me.

Amy, come on, there are more hat boxes.

Just what did you explain,
Jonathan?

That I'm still of the opinion that
I was Mr. Mayfield's target.

You do recall our conversation about it,
I trust.

Oh, yes. You intimated that you'd sown

a few dragon's teeth in your day.

But why would he suddenly pick
now to settle old scores,

unless, of course, you did something
recently to provoke him?

More likely, he's simply a hired gun.

Another may replace him.

The ladies will probably
be safer at the hotel.

And I need to devote my attention
to securing Magnum's bail.

Oh, Jonathan, if I read
Captain Browning correctly,

I'm afraid that bail hearing
may be somewhat delayed.

Then he may need more
help than he realizes.

Mrs. Fletcher...

Jessica.

Could you see your way
clear to help him?

I would consider it a
great personal favor.

Well, I don't know what
I could really do.

But you will try?
Oh, yes, of course.

But what's troubling me is that I
don't know what this is all about.

I mean, what if one of those
ladies is still in danger?

Then we must consider, however remotely,

the possibility that Mayfield is not
a specter from my darker days.

What do you suggest?

Well, I think you should get the
ladies checked into the hotel.

And after I've washed
my face and changed,

would you kindly drop me
by Jason Bryan's place?

Certainly.

If you'll wait here, Mrs. Fletcher.
Mr. Bryan is on the telephone.

I'll tell him that
you're here. Thank you.

Hmm.

That's interesting.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Mr. Bryan. I was just admiring
your lovely tropical flowers.

Good morning, Mrs. Fletcher.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to
receive you immediately,

but this distressing business yesterday,
I'm afraid it's disrupted my schedule.

Is there something
I can do for you?

Actually, I was wondering
if Joan might be here.

Mrs. Fulton?
No, I haven't seen her.

Mrs. Fulton?

I was under the impression that
you two were closer than that.

Not that I'm a prude about
these things, you understand?

I mean, where she spends her nights

is, uh, her own business.

Yes, I certainly agree.

Sorry to disappoint you, Mrs. Fletcher,
but Joan and I are only friends.

Oh, yes, of course. It was silly
of me to infer otherwise.

It was so thoughtful of you
to invite her to your party.

And her secretary.

And on such short notice.

There's nothing unusual in that.

Well, of course not.

Oh, it must have been a terrible shock

when your other friend,

I think his name was
Paul Mayfield, was shot.

Mayfield was not a friend of
mine. I'd never even met him.

Oh, how strange to invite someone
that you didn't even know.

The police mentioned that
he was on your guest list.

You know,
I am in public relations.

Arranging parties is
part of my business.

Oh, I see.

You arrange parties for someone else.

A client, perhaps?

I've already told the police I
didn't know this Paul Mayfield.

I have no idea why Magnum shot him.

Well, then you have nothing
to worry about, do you?

I don't know what you want,
Mrs. Fletcher, but I can't help you.

Oh, you already have,
Mr. Bryan.

[Jessica] Take a look at this, Captain.

It's a nine-millimeter shell case.

And I found it in the shed.

Mayfield was killed with a .45.

Yes, but it proves that
Mayfield shot at Magnum.

Captain.

Did you find the other gun?

Well, no, but...

Neither did we. Because
there was no other gun.

Mayfield was unarmed.

Magnum fired twice, once
into Mayfield's back.

We found the two .45 shell casings.

The same two shots that
everybody else heard.

Mrs. Fletcher, keep your nose
out of police business.

I would like to talk to Mr. Magnum.

No visitors.
That's policy.

Whose policy?

My policy.

Captain, I wouldn't dream of asking you

to bend your personal policy for me.

But a friend of mine in Washington
asked me to call the governor

while I was here, just a friendly chat.

And I intend to compliment the governor

on the personal attention

that you give to police
department policy.

The name is Browning, isn't it?

It's about time somebody
got here to bail me out.

Uh...

When they said
I had a visitor,

I thought it'd be Higgins with
the bail or an attorney,

but I guess it doesn't really matter
as long as you're here to get me out.

You're not here to post bail?

Nobody can post bail until
there's a hearing.

Apparently there's some
delay with the paperwork.

Paperwork?

While they're out wasting
time on paperwork,

I could be looking for evidence.

I found it, Mr. Magnum.

I mean, there must be some kind of...

Found what?
The shell casing,

from Mayfield's gun, nine
millimeter, when he shot at you.

Really?

That's, uh...

Great! What a fantastic piece of luck.

Yes, it must have flown through
the window of the shed

when it was ejected from Mayfield's gun.

What were you doing in
Jason Bryan's shed?

Well, you told me that Mr. Mayfield

was standing beside the
shed when he fired at you.

Um, it was a logical place to look.

Oh, yeah, that's logical. I had a
hunch it might be there myself.

Of course, the important
thing is that it proves

that Mayfield fired the other shot.

Except...
Except?

Except the police found
two .45 shell casings.

But I did have a very interesting
chat with Jason Bryan.

He practically admitted
that he had arranged

that party at someone else's request.

Would you have any idea
who that might be?

Well, Amy went to the
offices of Paclsle.

That's where I first picked up
Mayfield tailing her.

But, uh, the interesting
link is Arthur Houston.

I'm sure you've already thought of that.

Uh, Arthur Houston?

Yeah. He owns Paclsle. Has his
fingers in all kinds of things.

He was at Jason's party.
You were talking to him.

Oh, yes, yes.
Of course, I remember.

Well, I'll have to have a chat with him.

I'm not so sure that's a good idea.

We don't know anything about this guy.

He could be dangerous.
You could get hurt.

As a professional, if you
were out, what would you do?

Well, I'd talk to Arthur
Houston and get some answers.

Well, Mr. Magnum, since
you can't, I will.

Okay. Oh, one more thing
before you leave.

Please tell Higgins to bail me out.

Yes, of course.

[Houston] Well,
Mrs. Fletcher,

what did you want to see me
about that's so urgent?

Mr. Houston, I'm very worried
about a young friend of mine,

Amy Sal yer.

Who?
Amy Sal yer.

I'm afraid that she may be
in some kind of trouble.

No.

I don't believe
I know her.

I thought, perhaps, she
might be in your employ?

No.

No Sal yer works in any of my companies.

She was seen leaving your offices.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

That was the girl that the police
were making inquiries about.

I thought they found her?
Oh, yes, she turned up.

But when she left your office,
someone was following her.

Why have you come to me?
I've never met her.

Oh, but you do know her, Mr. Houston.

She was at your party.

And the curious thing is,

that the man who was following her

was also on the guest list.

The man who was killed.

I'm afraid you're confused,
Mrs. Fletcher.

That was Jason Bryan's party.

Mr. Bryan gave me the impression

that the party was arranged

at your request.

Well, if that's what he told you,
then Mr. Bryan is mistaken.

Then Paul Mayfield's name wouldn't be
on your list of employees either?

No, I didn't suppose that it would be.

I'm afraid that I can't spare you
any more time, Mrs. Fletcher.

Enjoy your vacation.

But make it brief.

Our climate doesn't agree with everyone.

[Higgins] Jessica.
I've been looking for you.

[Jessica] Is something wrong?
[Higgins] Perhaps we should talk inside.

I've made a distressing discovery.

Mr. Masters' gun cabinet
has been broken into

and a valuable weapon is missing.

A handgun used for researching
his first novel.

A .45 automatic?
How did you know?

Just an educated guess.

A silencer is gone as well.

I've no idea when the theft occurred.

With the excitement of
the past few days,

I'm afraid I've been remiss
in checking the cabinet.

Jonathan, another .45 with a silencer

could account for the fact that
only two shots were heard

when Mayfield was killed.

Mayfield shot at Magnum.

The nine-millimeter shell
case that I found...

Magnum's shot.

And the shot that was fired
into Mayfield's back

muffled with the silencer.
Of course.

The second .45 shell
casing the police found.

Jonathan, you know what this means?

Surely, you're not suggesting
one of those charming ladies.

Who else was there?

Well, Jason Bryan, of course.

[Pamela] Jessica.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't realize...

Well, if I'm interrupting anything.

Oh, my goodness, no.
Come on in.

Uh, was there something that you wanted?

I was wondering if you'd seen Amy.

No, I haven't.
Have you seen her, Jonathan?

Her room is across the hall.

Perhaps she doesn't want
to be interrupted.

Well, I only wanted to
return her cookbook.

Cookbook?

Yes.

The one she bought and
wrapped so prettily

for her Aunt Grace.

She wanted me to keep
it for her, but I...

Oh, what pretty paper.

Oh, it's very light for a book.
Maybe it was for dieters.

And it rattles.

It's not a book.
It's some kind of case.

Extraordinary.

These appear to be
exceptionally fine jewels.

If I'm not mistaken, they are.

I'll thank you to return
my property, please.

[Pamela] Amy, dear.

I think you owe us some
kind of an explanation.

On the contrary,
I think you owe me one.

When I give you a package
to keep for me,

I don't expect you to open it.

Well, apparently secretaries
are paid a great deal more

than they were in my day.

Uh, I think I should
have a chat with her.

North Hawaiian
Hotel, may I help you?

Yes, please hold.

Telephone call for Joan Fulton.

Joan Fulton, please go to a house phone.

You have a call for Joan Fulton?

Since you were kind enough
to answer the page,

perhaps we could conduct our
business in person, Mrs. Fulton.

[Amy] The jewels are mine,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, then I advise you to
put them in the hotel safe.

They were left to me by my
grandmother when she died.

Amy, a man has been killed.

A man Magnum says was following you.

Now, if you're in some kind of trouble,

perhaps I can help.

All right, I suppose
I owe you an explanation.

I've run away from my husband.

I couldn't deal with it anymore,
and I had to get away.

Are you filing for a divorce?

Divorce? Oh, Mrs. Fletcher,
you don't know Victor.

He's possessive to the point of madness.

He threatened to kill
me if I ever left him.

That man who was killed, I thought
Victor had sent someone to find me

and to bring me back.

Why didn't you tell us?
I told Pamela.

She got me the job as Joan's secretary.

But Pamela doesn't understand.
She thinks it's a lover's quarrel.

Poor Pamela.

I mean, she's only trying to help
and only making things worse.

But you didn't tell
Pamela about the jewels?

No, I...

I thought they'd be
safer if no one knew.

They're all I've got to start
over and make a new life.

I'm curious about one other thing.

Why did you go to Paclsle?

Joan sent me there to
drop off an envelope.

For Arthur Houston?
Yes.

But I didn't know what was
in it. It was sealed.

I mean, after all, that's
what she was paying me for.

But why didn't you tell
this to Mr. Magnum?

Joan said it was extremely confidential.
And I was to tell no one.

And then when I saw
that man following me,

I just panicked.

Mrs. Fletcher, I have some
errands I have to do for Joan.

Yes, of course.

Amy, there's someone here to see you.

Amy.

How could you do this to me?
Victor.

How did you find...

Amy!

Apparently she doesn't
want to see you just now.

Uh, I'm Jessica Fletcher.
You must be Amy's husband?

Victor Sal yer, Mrs. Fletcher.

Poor Amy, she must be more
embarrassed than upset.

I've been so worried.
But you see, she left

without a word, not even a note.

Then how did you know that she was here?

A friend saw her, telephoned.

Look, I know that I'm not the
easiest person to live with,

but you see,
I love her very much.

I just want her to know
that I'll forgive her,

anything, if only she'll
come back to me.

Love, honor and forgive.

They ought to change the vows.

I really must see her.
She's still my wife.

Mr. Sal yer,
Amy is really very upset.

I suggest that you wait.
Call her tomorrow.

Maybe you're right.

Look, I wanna thank you for
being so kind to her.

You know, if Amy doesn't want him...

I've, uh, just come from
the attorney's office.

The good news is that
there's been a hearing.

And the bad news?

Magnum's bail has been set at $100,000.

Oh, dear. Jonathan,
I must talk to Magnum.

Joan, would you keep an eye on Amy?

Perhaps it's better if
she's not left alone.

[Magnum] You haven't
talked to Robin yet? Why?

I thought he was coming from
Greece straight to here.

Yes, so did I.

You can't reach him?

He's in hiding, isn't he?

He doesn't want to come
home and be bossed around

by his dear friend
Pamela Bates.

I have left him a message
that she has left the estate

and that you are in dire need.

Good.
Well, that's settled.

Now we can get back to the real problem.

Who killed Paul Mayfield?

Okay.

The missing .45 and the silencer at
least tell us how he was killed.

Which leaves us with the who.

As I see it, Jason Bryan had an
opportunity in all the confusion.

[Magnum] If Amy stole the diamonds,

that would explain why
Mayfield was following her.

That was good work, Higgins.

Actually, it was Jessica who
discovered the diamonds.

Oh.

And I'm not sure that the diamonds
have got anything to do with it.

Amy told me that the diamonds were
left to her by her grandmother.

And you believed her?

Magnum.

Well, uh-

I mean, come to think of it,
I can see how you might...

Uh, it's kind of like the plots
of one of your novels, right?

Uh, which one?

Was it, uh...
No, it's not that one.

Yeah, I remember.

Magnum, it's the only one
I sent you.

Do you mean you actually read it?

Of course, I read it.
At least most of it.

You didn't finish it?

Oh, no, I'm going to finish it.

But, uh, I already kind of figured out

that your killer's the psychiatrist.

Actually, it was the lawyer.

There we go, ma'am.

Anything else you need,
just let us know.

Actually, there is something.

I was wondering if I could
arrange for a massage?

Sure, ma'am. Just call
the concierge desk

and they'll make an
appointment with a masseuse.

You seem to have strong,
sensitive hands.

Joan, I was just looking for Amy.

Thank you very much, ma'am.

Don't mention it.

Towels. They never give
you enough towels.

I thought Amy might be in here with you.

Well, I tried to find her,
but she's not in her room.

Joan, I think it's time that
you and I had a serious talk.

I know.
You're going to tell me

I have to stop flirting with
every man on the island.

Jessica, when it comes to
grieving, I already gave.

Amy told me that she'd gone to see
Arthur Houston at your request.

Hmm.

She wasn't supposed to tell
anyone, but yes, that's true.

Why?

I don't know that it's
any of your business.

Look, Jessica, when my husband
died, he left me the business.

Electronics.
We hold some valuable patents.

I'm negotiating with Arthur
Houston to sell the company.

And Jason Bryan is the middleman?

You are quick.

Would Arthur Houston have any
reason to want to kill you?

Kill me?
I don't think so.

Our negotiations are almost settled.

Why would he want to kill me?

I don't know.

But I think that Paul Mayfield
worked for Arthur Houston.

But Mayfield is dead.
That's all over.

Isn't it?

No.

I'm afraid it's not finished yet.

Sorry, lady, you can't go in there.

What are you doing here?

I was hoping to speak to Mr. Houston.

Yeah, well, that is
going to be a problem.

Oh, my goodness.
In the back,

like Mr. Mayfield.

Same MO. Same .45.
Same killer.

You may very well be right,
Captain Browning,

but it couldn't have been Mr. Magnum,

since you've so
thoughtfully provided him

with an alibi by holding him in jail.

Magnum made bail a couple of hours ago.

He couldn't have wasted
much time either.

'Cause we figure Houston's
only been dead about an hour.

Oh, no.
Captain Browning, I...

We've even got his cap.

Right next to his body.

Oh, how careless of him.

Or should I say, how
convenient for the killer.

Captain Browning, a .45
automatic with a silencer

was stolen from Robin
Masters' gun cabinet.

Don't you see someone is
trying to frame Mr. Magnum?

Sure, I see.

The .45 that Magnum
used to kill Mayfield,

we're holding down in our evidence room.

So it figures, he knew where
to find another one.

But we've got the slug this time.

When we find the piece, we have a match.

Now,

you never did tell me what you
wanted to see Houston about?

Well, you see,

I think that there may be a connection
between Arthur Houston and...

And what?

Nothing.

Anything I say,

you'll just twist around and
use against Mr. Magnum too.

Lieutenant, pick up Magnum again.

And give Mrs. Fletcher a
ride back to her hotel.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, stubborn, impossible man!

Who are you?

Shh!

What do you mean, shush?
What are you doing here?

Well, I thought we could talk.

Well, you could've knocked.

Well, I did.

But I guess you didn't hear
me with the water running.

Oh, I see.

So you just let yourself in?

How do you propose to conduct
your little conference?

With me in the tub?

Well, no.
I would've waited.

But I couldn't just stand
around out in the hall.

Well?

Nice robe.

Well, I suppose we're even, Mr. Magnum.

My friends call me Thomas.

And I'm Jessica.

I, uh, finished your book,
Jessica.

Now I would've thought Dashiell
Hammett was more my style,

but I really like the
way your mind works.

Well, I'll take that as a compliment.

You know the police are looking for you.

Well, they're not gonna find me,
not till I get some answers.

What have they got?

Mr. Houston was shot in the back.

Probably with that .45 that was taken
from Mr. Masters' gun cabinet,

and someone thoughtfully
placed your baseball cap

next to the body.

My Detroit Tigers cap?
How do they know it was mine?

When did you have it last?

Well, uh...

I was wearing it the day that
everybody arrived at the estate.

Well, I haven't been able to put
all the pieces together yet,

but, Thomas, if someone
took your cap then,

before
Mr. Mayfield was killed...

Then whoever that was, was already
planning to kill Houston.

And pinning it on you.

Somebody's real mad at me.

Or using you.

First things first though.

Where were you when
Mr. Houston was killed?

When was he killed?

Captain Browning said it was
an hour after you made bail.

Oh, great.

I went to the estate to see
Higgins, but nobody was there.

Unless the dogs can vouch for me.

Look, Mrs. Fletcher...
Uh, Jessica,

Um, I appreciate all you've done for me,

but this is gettin' dangerous.

Yes, I've noticed that.

But I can't just sit by when one of
these ladies may be still in danger.

I don't suppose I could talk
you into leaving this to me?

No, I didn't think so.

Well, don't let me keep
you from your bath.

Oh, uh, Jessica.

Come join us.

Hello, Mr. Bryan.

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

I just bumped into Jason.
It's nothing private.

We were just talking about the news.

It's quite a shock.

Oh, yes, it must have been a
terrible shock for you, Mr. Bryan.

I presume there was a
commission involved

if the deal had gone through?

I'm sure I don't know what you're
talking about, Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, dear, now I am confused.

Joan had told me that
you were the middleman

in Mr. Houston's offer for her company.

So she told you.

She didn't make it very easy for me,
I can tell you.

She thinks she's a very
tough businesswoman.

But she blew it.

I would have had this all
wrapped up weeks ago

without her even coming over

if she hadn't kept raising her price.

Well, perhaps she was shrewder

than you gave her credit for.

If you ladies will excuse me,
I have an appointment.

I had no idea.
I thought he and Joan...

Well, you know.

I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic.

I never seem to get it right.

Take Amy and her husband.

You never mentioned
that you'd known them.

Oh, I didn't.

But you must have known them, Pamela.

Amy told me that you helped her

to obtain the job as Joan's
traveling secretary.

Well, I only knew them casually.

I mean, Amy told me

that she was having a difficult
patch with her husband,

and she wanted to get away for awhile.

But then she seemed so
unhappy when she got here.

I just picked up the phone...

Well, I suppose I really
shouldn't have interfered.

Oh, Jessica,
I was only trying to help.

Amy?

Is anyone here?

What are you doing?
Oh, Amy, you startled me.

I noticed that the door had been forced.

And I was calling security, but the
phone has been yanked out of the wall.

He's been here.
Yes, I can see that.

The jewels?
No, I had them with me.

Oh, Amy, that's not very wise.

Mrs. Fletcher's right, Amy.

Not very wise at all.

You know it's very dangerous carrying
around something that valuable.

Why don't you just let
me keep them for you?

Victor, you can have everything else.

I'm afraid there isn't anything else.

I've had a bit of bad luck lately.

So, you see,
I really must have them.

Mr. Sal yer.

I advise you to stay out of this

little domestic squabble,
Mrs. Fletcher.

So often it's the innocent
bystander who gets hurt.

Amy?

No. They're mine.

This was very effective
in opening the door.

I'll bet it's just as
good at opening a head.

Give me the jewels now.

Wait! Don't come any closer.

Uh...

There's somebody behind you.

Please, Mrs. Fletcher,
not that old turkey.

Make another move at your
own peril, Sal yer.

Kiai!

Oh!

Jonathan, are you all right?

Just a flesh wound.

Oh, you were magnificent!

Heaven knows what would have happened

if you hadn't turned up
when you did, Jonathan.

Hold still.

Fortunately,
I was following Amy at Magnum's request.

Following me?
Why?

Well, perhaps Mr. Magnum thought
you might need some protection,

considering what you
were carrying around.

I'm ever so grateful,
Mr. Higgins.

I was a fool not to take your advice,
Mrs. Fletcher,

about, uh, putting the
jewels in the vault.

I've learned my lesson.

Would you please do it for me?
Put them in the vault?

I hate to impose, but I think they'd
be safer if you carried them.

Oh, yes, of course.
I'm flattered by your trust.

Well, I'm going across to my
room and pack my things.

I'm not gonna stay here a moment longer.

And then we'll go down together.

She's really quite charming.

I couldn't bring myself to tell her
why I was really following her.

Magnum thought she might
attempt to sell the jewels.

Uh, speaking of Thomas...
Mr. Magnum,

you weren't able to reach
Mr. Masters about the bail, were you?

No, it wasn't necessary.
Joan posted the bail.

I didn't even know she'd done it.

I suspect she had hopes
that Magnum would find

some suitable way of
showing his gratitude.

Perhaps her infatuation will ease when
she learns that he's a fugitive.

And the bail has been revoked.

I'm afraid the whole
island knows by now.

Yes.

Well, I'd best keep a lookout
for Victor Sal yer.

[Higgins] Damn!

We might still catch her in
the lobby. Coming, Jessica?

Ah, no, no, no.
You go ahead.

Oh, miss, I wonder if you could help me.

I seem to have locked my key in my room.

Actually,
I'm working my way through college.

Every little bit helps. Most
people don't even tip the maid.

Oh, yes, and thank you.

Let me help you look.

No, no, that's all right. No, no, no,
that... That's quite all right.

Oh, no trouble.
No, no, please don't.

I just remembered.
I think I must have

left it down on the beach somewhere.

I'll get you another one.
Oh, no.

Please, please don't.

I will stop by the desk on my way down.

Thank you so much.

Gee, thanks.

Oh, Mrs. Fulton.

Your key, Mrs. Fulton.

The maid just called and
said you'd lost yours.

Thank you.

Oh, Joan, you startled me. I, uh...

I couldn't find my aspirin.

Pamela must have mislaid them
when she was packing for me.

I just came over to borrow yours.

The maid was here.
I didn't think you'd mind.

Apparently the maid had the
impression that you were me

which accounts for the
mix-up about the key.

Oh, my goodness, you're all packed.

You're leaving?

In a couple of hours.

I had one small detail to
dispose of before I leave.

Yes, you'd have to dispose
of a gun and a silencer

before going through airport security.

Jessica, what a fanciful
imagination you have.

Not really, Joan.

It had to be you.

According to the newspapers, it
was Magnum who killed them both.

Yes, and you even left his cap
next to Mr. Houston's body.

That was effective, but
it was a mistake.

How a mistake?

I mean, assuming for a moment, that your
little fantasies about me are true.

You took Magnum's cap before
Mayfield was killed,

which means that you intended
to kill Arthur Houston

from the very beginning
and pin it on Magnum.

That's a very inventive theory.

I had to ask myself.

Why would you want to pin it on Magnum
when he was in jail with an alibi?

I mean, that wouldn't work.

So you made sure that he was
out by posting his bail.

It was you Mr. Mayfield
wanted to kill at the party.

And why would Mayfield want to kill me?

Possibly because you wouldn't sell
your business to Arthur Houston.

Jason Bryan said that you were

particularly difficult
in the negotiations.

I built that company, even
more than my husband.

And now that he's gone,
I have a chance in my own right

to take it public, to
make something of it.

I told Houston
I didn't want to sell.

He thought
I was negotiating.

And then the subtle threats.

I came here to settle
it, once and for all.

And then that car nearly
ran us off the road.

And that is when you realized that
Arthur Houston was behind it.

I couldn't be sure, but
I was frightened.

And then Magnum got a line on Mayfield.

My God.

Houston had put out a contract on me.

If I wouldn't sell, he'd
buy from my executors.

You must have been frantic.

Frantic?

I was angry.

Really angry.

I realized there's only one way
to deal with a man like that.

You could have gone to the police.

What could they have done?

Even if they believed me.

One day, there'd be another accident,
and Houston would have won.

No, I wasn't gonna let Houston

or anybody else

have what I've spent my life building.

It was deceptively easy.

Men always underestimate me.

The secret of my success.

So you took the .45 from the
gun cabinet at the estate...

My husband insisted that
I learn to handle firearms,

part of our executive security training.

And with a silencer,

shooting in the back,

I suppose it's not too difficult
if you've got the stomach for it.

If I hadn't gotten Houston,

he would have sent someone else.

Call it self-preservation.

It's one of those economic principles

they don't teach you at business school.

I'm really sorry it all
had to land on Magnum.

It was nothing personal,
strictly business.

And now you've become a
dangerous liability.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to write you off

and debit Mr. Magnum's account again.

[Magnum] Put it down, Joan.

Do you always make such
dramatic entrances?

Well, I would've used the front door.

But thanks to Joan,

my picture seems to be
circulating all over town.

That was pretty smart,

leaving me a message from
Higgins to go to the estate,

so I wouldn't have an alibi while
you were taking care of Houston.

Put the gun down, Joan.
It's over.

Since you don't seem to have yours
with you, I don't think I will.

I'd have thought that
a professional P.I.

Would at least bring a gun.

It's private investigator.

And you know...

The police have my gun.

But I called 'em. They're
gonna be here any minute.

Why would you call the police when
it's you they're looking for?

That's exactly why I called them.

Because they're looking for me.

I don't believe you.

You're bluffing.

Open up! Police!

Freeze, sucker!

Ow!
Captain, wait!

Will you cut it out?
He said freeze.

Captain, this isn't the way it looks.

[Magnum] I think
I can explain everything.

No, I think I better explain.

Well, Thomas, in a way,
you did call the police.

I mean, I'm gonna keep
this as a souvenir.

I guess while I was hanging
around the balcony,

somebody recognized me and turned me in.

But, uh, I want you to know

that if Browning hadn't shown up...

Well, I... I still had
everything under control.

Oh, yes.

Hey. Um...

I wanna thank you for straightening
things out with Browning

and gettin' my license reinstated.

Do you really know the
governor personally?

Well, he's a friend of a friend.

Well. I have to admit,

I did kind of get a kick out of watching
Browning bulldoze over Victor Sal yer.

Yes, and it turned out the
jewels did belong to Amy.

With Victor arrested, she's
finally free of him.

[Magnum] Uh, Higgins?

I guess I forgot to tell you
I already offered

to take Jessica to the airport.

Don't be ridiculous. I'm taking
Jessica to the airport,

and that's the end of it.

[Magnum] Well, I don't mind.
Really.

Magnum.
Well, couldn't we all go?

[Magnum] Unless

you needed to discuss something
with her privately.

Well, actually,
I was hoping to discuss, uh...

I mean, that is to say,

I was considering taking
my annual holiday

in New England this year.

And I, uh-
I thought that, uh,

perhaps you could recommend
some restaurants.

Oh.

I'll put the bags in the car.

So, Jessica,

what do you say we make a deal?

If you don't take out a private
investigator's license...

Yes?

I won't buy a typewriter.
Deal.