All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s03e19 Legacy From a Friend.eng

Whose car is it?

I'm on a bounty system now. Cash bonus
for everyone I puII out of the deadIy surf.

I got it. HeIp me.

You can make it!
Get up! Get up! That's it. Nice pIay.

How come he never mentioned your name?

- You're being very rude.
- Is that a major offense with you?

If it is, what wouId you consider murder?

I sure hope that doesn't happen to you.

That's it.

(YeIIs)

Hawaii's a country of the mind.
It promotes delusions of immortality.

I mean, without seasons,
it's all just sunsets.

People may die, but they never get older.

I got it. HeIp me.

You can make it!
Get up! Get up! That's it. Nice pIay.

(AppIause)

Get this one and we're out of here.
Not that I'm putting on the pressure.

Right. No pressure, partner.

OK, partner. Here we go.

Take my good friend Marcus, for example.

I woke up one day and realized I was 32
and I'd never had a chance to be 22.

Marcus? Marcus was my mirror image.

On the calendar he was closing in on 30,

but in many ways, he was still 22.

- I got it. HeIp me.
- You can make it. Get up! Get up!

- (Grunts)
- Good.

Go, go, go!

Get that! Get up! That's it. Nice pIay.

(AppIause)

Marcus, I'm a IittIe worried about Saunders.
He's hitting a Iot better with Kovak setting up.

- No probIem. I got him covered.
- I'm serious. I'm worried.

Don't be. It just causes wrinkIes.

Thank you.

Marcus?

It's not a Ferrari, but what is?

Hey, wait a second.

Lifeguards, even senior guards, don't drive...

- Come on. Whose car is it, Marcus?
- Hard work and thrift, partner.

I'm on a bounty system. Cash bonus
for everyone I puII out of the surf.

- Come on, Marcus.
- I gotta go. I got that appointment.

I'II see you at the tournament. Remember...

No pressure. Right.

When I write my book on
how to be a world-class private investigator,

I'm going to include a chapter
on listening to your little voice.

Everyone has one
and mine told me to stop Marcus

and find out the real story
behind his new car.

Of course, I didn't.
And that's another chapter -

Things I Should Have Done But Didn't.

- HeIIo.
- Thomas. Rick.

Rick? It's five in the morning.
You're in troubIe, huh?

I'm not in trouble. Listen.

Then what are you waking me up for?

I got a big tournament tomorrow.
I gotta get some rest.

Thomas, it's bad news.

Oh, yeah. I know.

Your friend Marcus. You'd better get down
to Sandy Beach right away.

ApparentIy he was out for a midnight swim.

Got caught in a tide.
It puIIed him around the reef.

- Crashed his body against the rock.
- He's a Iifeguard.

- Listen, you know as weII as me...
- He couIdn't have drowned.

- AIways possibIe. It's a mistake.
- He's too good an athIete.

That's why we need a positive identification.

- This way.
- (Woman) Marcus!

- Nancy.
- Marcus!

(Sobbing) No! No! No!

- Magnum.
- Wait a minute.

OK?

- Just wait here. PIease.
- OK.

Nancy was Marcus's kid sister.

She came out here three years ago
from Illinois to find some excitement.

She wanted to be a tour guide. You know,
see the islands and get paid for it.

(PoIice radio)

I don't want to taIk about him
or think about him or remember him again.

He was a 30-year-oId teenager
that never grew up.

I don't know. I thought he was starting to
and then he puIIs this stunt on me and dies.

Nancy. That's just it. He didn't do anything.
I don't think it was an accident.

I don't want to hear about it.
Just stay away from me. Let this be.

He's your brother, for God's sakes.
You can't just waIk away.

Why not? He's dead, isn't he?

Leave me aIone. Leave him aIone.

- Isn't his death enough?
- No, it's not.

You don't think so either.

Marcus was more than my brother.

He was my best friend.

When I came out from IIIinois,
he got me an apartment.

Thomas, he was so beautifuI.

That's what I want to remember.

PIease.

I was never any good at funerals.

When they buried Marcus,
I said goodbye to him my own way,

where we'd spent our friendship,
at the beach.

But before his face and name
became part of my memory,

there was one more thing I had to do.

That was listen to my little voice. This time.

It was talking about Marcus's new car.

He never had two nickels to rub together,
but the day after he showed up with it,

they pulled his body off the reef.

- (Screams) What are you doing?
- Shh.

- You Ieave me aIone.
- It's OK.

No, it's not. Don't touch me.

Don't worry. I'm not gonna hurt you.

Yeah, great. So you say.

Who are you, anyway?

My name's Thomas Magnum. I'm...

I was a friend of Marcus's
and I'm aIso a private investigator.

OK. My name's Daisy Spencer.

I just got off a pIane from Cincinnati, Ohio.

I was Marcus's fiancée.

If you're such a great friend,
how come he never mentioned your name?

I couId ask you the same question.

Look, we just pIayed voIIeybaII together.
He was my partner.

- I just thought that...
- How much?

What?

- Oh, no, I'm not on this case.
- I'd be happy to pay for your services.

No, it's not the issue. It's just...

Look, Miss Spencer...

I wouIdn't hesitate
if there was any reaI evidence,

anything tangibIe that wouId indicate
his drowning wasn't accidentaI.

Marcus was a strong,
aImost worId-cIass swimmer.

- I know that.
- CIear skies, caIm sea, no unusuaI tides.

The first thing I did after his father caIIed me
and broke the news

was phone the poIice.

- They toId me that they...
- Fine. Fine.

What they didn't teII you is his sister Nancy

is one of the IoveIiest
and most gentIe girIs I've ever met.

And his death reaIIy tore her apart.

I'II be damned if I'm gonna open things up
and hurt her unnecessariIy

because of your Iong-distance Iogic.

Besides, the poIice think the coroner's report
is going to be accidentaI death.

They don't even have an active investigation.

Then what are you doing here?

It was not my best afternoon ever.

Marcus's fiancée had hit me in the spot
already rubbed raw by Nancy.

What I wanted was
a long swim in the tidal pool

followed by a steak
and an exceptional bottle of wine.

- What I got instead was...
- Magnum.

One moment, pIease, if you don't mind.

You know those tide charts
you mentioned you needed?

I dropped by the Office
of Oceanographic Affairs during my Iunch hour

and had the currents speciaIIy marked.

- You did?
- Of course.

Chums enjoy doing favors for one another.

- Chums?
- Of course.

- WiII you stop that?
- What?

That awfuI smiIing.
You're up to something. Some kind of a trick.

ActuaIIy, I'm in the rare position
of having to ask a favor of you.

- An insignificant one, of course.
- What is it, Higgins?

The AIoha HistoricaI Society has named me
its first non-native chairman

for the preservation of structures
of significant architecturaI vaIue.

As a fundraiser for the next three weekends,
with Mr. Masters' permission,

the Society wiII seII tours of the grounds.

Here? At the estate?

A bunch of IittIe oId Iadies
with bIue hair running around...

Ladies of oId famiIies, gentIy reared and bred,

concepts I reaIize are totaIIy aIien
to a man of your obvious, vuIgar tastes.

Eating cucumber sandwiches and wearing
those funny 30-year-oId suits, and no make-up.

ObviousIy a modicum of sensitivity,
a certain decorum whiIe they're about,

is impossibIe to expect
from you and your friends.

Therefore my request is that you
absent yourseIf from the grounds

from sunrise Saturday to sunset on Sunday.

What? Wait a minute.

This is my home too, remember.

- You won't do me the favor?
- AbsoIuteIy not.

How depressingIy short-sighted of you.

I thought you'd see the wisdom of this
because in return for this insignificant...

Insignificant? You caII moving out
for three weekends insignificant?

Certain past indiscretions.

Various incriminating Iapses noted in my Iog.

Higgins, there is nothing that you can teII
Robin that he doesn't aIready know,

that we haven't Iaughed about.

The potato chip heiress from BuffaIo
who fiIIed the tidaI pooI with...

A IittIe misunderstanding, Higgins.
After it was drained...

Then there was
the Romanian mime troupe who...

Eugh. You're not gonna bring that up.
You were here when the paramedics arrived.

I wiII take note of your panic and those
guiIt-crazed eyes as assent to my favor,

- aIbeit with the sIightest reIuctance.
- Wait a minute!

- This isn't a favor, it's extortion and bIackmaiI.
- (Phone)

It's a gentIemen's agreement, though
under the circumstances the term is misused.

Wait a minute, Higgins.
We can taIk about this. We can...

Good day, chum.

We can taIk about this.

Aaah! Ow!

- What?
- (Rick) Never mind. I'll call back.

Rick, no. I'm sorry. What have you got?

I got the skinny on Marcus's car.

It was leased by Chase Shipping.

- You got an address?
- Grab a pencil.

The address Rick came up with
was a big white house in Kahala,

complete with the Bentley and the same
elegant blonde I'd seen outside the club

the last day I saw Marcus alive.

What are you doing?
I thought you weren't investigating this case.

- I'm not.
- Oh?

- So why are you so interested in that car?
- None of your business.

- Now, if you'II excuse me.
- I won't excuse you.

Because I'm a detective undercover
for the HonoIuIu PoIice.

You're interfering in an officiaI investigation.

So the little rich girl from Cincinnati
turned out to be an undercover cop

complete with badge and a subtle threat

of making my life miserable
if I didn't cooperate with the Department.

Although I was still upset
about being lied to,

I was, of course,
too professional to let it show.

Why didn't you teII me you were a cop?

That's undercover detective.

UntiI you started working on the case,
how did I know you weren't one of the kiIIers?

- Then the poIice think it's murder.
- It's a theory.

CaII me Tracy.
As Iong as we're working on the same case...

We're not both working on the case. We're...

On the traiI of the prime suspect.

- No, thank you.
- Oh, thank you.

- Thank you.
- That's two doIIars, pIease.

- AII I have is a five.
- Thank you.

(Tracy) Don't Iook so worried.

There's nothing to be concerned about.
Her husband's in Vancouver.

Besides, I kind of enjoy this.

That's because your menu
doesn't have prices on it.

Not that I mind dining out
in a nice restaurant. It's just that...

LateIy I've been putting a Iot of money
back into my business.

WeII, Iook. When you're staIking big game,
you've got to go into the jungIe.

- Take my hand.
- What?

Take my hand.

It's supposed to be a date,
not Indian wrestIing.

Now smiIe into my eyes.

- What?
- Now Iaugh.

Because her friend
is going to the powder room.

(Laughs unconvincingIy)

I'II just make sure
that she doesn't come right back.

It's caIIed division of Iabor.

- Miss Chase?
- Yes?

My name's Thomas Magnum.
We have a mutuaI friend. May I join you?

I aIready have a Iuncheon companion.

I beIieve you do too.

WeII...

Our mutuaI friend is dead.

I was trying to find out why.
I was just hoping you couId heIp me out.

- You're being very rude, Mr. Magnum.
- Is that a major offense with you?

If it is, what wouId you consider murder?

Are you a poIiceman?

Much worse. I'm a private investigator.

And why do you think this young man
was murdered?

That's not the question.

The question is why was this young man
driving an expensive sports car

Ieased for you by your husband's company?

You're so intense.

I wish I had some sinister answer for you.

But the truth is that he worked
for my husband and me

as a part-time house boy,
bartending at our parties.

He had to pick up suppIies and his car
broke down so I Ioaned him that one.

If you wish, you can ask my husband.

He can teII you everything you want to know
about the young man.

Marcus.

He wasn't ''the young man''. He had a name.

You know, you were wrong.

Rudeness isn't a crime. It's just a terribIe bore.

Good day.

I'II just drop you off at your car,

and then we're gonna caII it quits, right?

OK? The Department wiII reimburse me
for dinner and the breakfast, right?

- Wrong.
- What?

The Department's interested in that IittIe
bIack book you Iifted from Marcus's drawer.

- You saw...
- Mm-hm.

Now turn around. We're going to your house.

- Now Iook...
- Because if you don't,

I'm going to impound it as evidence.

Turn Ieft.

Now wait a minute. If you think I'm gonna...

I say, Magnum.
As usuaI, your timing couIdn't be worse.

I assumed you'd be
freeIoading at the cIub aII day

so I scheduIed my first committee Iuncheon.

Now it couId most deIicateIy be described
as a compromising situation.

Don't get excited. In 15 minutes,
ten if I'm Iucky, she wiII be out of here.

Tracy Spencer,
HonoIuIu PoIice Department.

Are you, by chance,
the Jonathan QuayIe Higgins?

I find that appeIIation a bit pretentious,
but yes, I am.

WeII, you're far too modest.

We're quite famiIiar
with your outstanding record

with the Prince of WaIes'
Own West Yorkshire Regiment.

As a matter of fact,
I have a private theory of my own,

one which I haven't shared with
the other members of the detective bureau...

- Oh, brother.
- Magnum, pIease.

Let this young Iady continue.

As a matter of fact,

I often wonder
how a man of Magnum's Iimited background

has been abIe to crack
so many difficuIt cases.

You're not aIone, Miss Spencer,
I can assure you.

Tracy.

UntiI I Iearned that he was
a guest at this estate.

You must be his mentor.

I? InvoIved in Magnum's
sordid divorce cases?

The keen eye, the cooI head,
the Renaissance mind

couId onIy come from a man
with your impeccabIe background and taste.

Confess. Am I right?

I suppose modestIy, from time to time,
I do heIp out a bit, yes.

Enough. If you want to Iook at the book,
you gotta do it right now.

LoveIy to meet you. OfficiaI business.

''Renaissance mind.''

''CooI head.'' Cream?

A IittIe PR never hurt. PIease.

You know a Iady named Rose?

No. What's her address?

Somewhere near
the Chinese CuIturaI Center. No number.

There you are.

Are you trying to horn in
on my investigation?

Your investigation? I most certainIy am not.

Good. Because civiIians onIy muck up
this kind of investigation so don't even...

''Muck up''?

Look, Tracy, or whatever your name
happens to be at this particuIar moment,

I am a professionaI.

I happen to get paid...Iots, Iots of money,
to soIve cases just Iike this one.

So you wanna make a deaI? Work together?

No deaIs.

It's unusuaI, it's irreguIar,

and I'm onIy wiIIing to cooperate
because you'II just keep at it anyway.

But if they find out about this down
at headquarters, I'm in very big troubIe.

I aIready toId you. No deaIs.

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

I should have stuck with no deals.

But two heads were better than one.

And besides, the experience
and streetwise acumen of a police detective

might come in handy.

Sure, I know him.

But his name isn't Marcus. It's Sean.

He worked down here? Are you sure?

A guy who Iooked Iike that? I'd remember.

Every time he said heIIo,
my brain turned to tapioca.

Kinda Iike now.

Did he seII aIoha shirts, or maps?

Oh, no. He was a cIass act.
Nothing but top-grade merchandise.

Good watches. Great IittIe tape-pIayers.

- You couId teII he was quaIity.
- Do you know where he got the stuff?

Down here, mister, you don't ask questions.

- You're not a cop, are you?
- No, I'm just a friend.

Marcus... Sean...turned up dead
in the ocean. I think somebody kiIIed him.

Oh, damn.

Listen. Thanks.

Hey, friend of Sean.

One thing, one funny thing about Sean.

By the end of the day,
he'd have a reaI wad of money.

- Yeah?
- He was never nervous about carrying it.

Around this neighborhood,
a bankroII can make you an instant neurotic.

UnIess you got some reaI protection.

Sounds Iike his ran out too soon.

I sure hope that doesn't happen to you.

Excuse me, mister, but there seems to be
a probIem with your car.

- What?
- Maybe you better come with us.

I'd be gIad to.
That car's very important to me.

It shouId be.

This is not where my car is parked.

GirIs, do you want to teII me
what's going on?

If this is a robbery, I got about eight bucks.

Here. You want my watch?
It cost about $1 7.95 at the...

Come on!

That's enough.
I've never hit a woman before...

Maybe it's about time you suddenIy started,
before it's too Iate.

That's it.

(YeIIs)

See, Rose doesn't Iike anybody
snooping in this territory.

- Do you understand?
- Freeze! PoIice!

(YeIIs)

Are you aII right?

Why didn't you puII your gun?

Because it got stuck...in my make-up case.

(Tracy) I mean this
in the very best sort of way.

Have you ever considered
taking a seIf-defense course?

- They were women.
- That's my point.

Poor thing. Aw!

Oh, good, Magnum. You're here...

Good Lord. Are you aII right?

- Oh, no, I'm fine.
- Is she aII right?

Is she aII right? Higgins, Iook at my body.

I'm not bIind, Magnum.

I can see that you Iook Iike bIoody heII.

ActuaIIy, though, this is a minor beating
compared to some you've taken.

On a reIative scaIe,
it mereIy counts as a dusting up.

I remember doing
my first tour of duty in India.

One of our Iads ran afouI of a minor rajah.

You can imagine
the fiendish torture the creature...

Higgins! Look, wait a second.

What makes you think I was beat up?
Anything couId have happened.

Besides,
why do you aIways assume I Iost the fight?

- Ha-ha.
- I was just about to depart.

My committee on historicaI preservation
is viewing a wonderfuI neocIassicaI house

- on the other side of the isIand.
- CongratuIations. Have a terrific trip.

I had pIanned to stay away for severaI days.

But now, of course,
I couId never abandon my duty here.

I can manage. I've got aII the instructions
from the hospitaI emergency room.

I was referring, of course, to the Iads. Magnum
is in no condition to take care of them.

Higgins, go. Just go!

I wiII watch the Iads. I'II cube their sirIoin.

- I'II even pick up their...
- Magnum.

With that assurance, I'II depart.

By the by...
Even though you're with the poIice,

you aren't, by any chance,
a cIient of Magnum's?

No! AbsoIuteIy not.

Good.

TeII me, does it stiII hurt?

Everything hurts.

- Higgins, don't come in here again.
- Thomas, it's us.

- Higgins Ieft aIready.
- He sure was Iaughing about something.

Where's that tennis racquet
you never returned?

- Whoa!
- We've got a date with two...

You Iook awfuI. Did you get beat up again?

I bet it was some big dudes.
About 6'6'' and maybe 250 pounds.

- Listen...
- I bet they had big guns too, huh?

I bet they're sorry they messed with T. M.

Guys, can we taIk about this Iater?
What have you got for me?

''What have you got for me?''
That's aII you and I are good for anymore.

And we're aIways the ones
sticking our neck out for him and...

Eugh. Doing aII the dirty work.

Guys, I'm the guy who got beat up this time.

- That's right.
- I guess you got a point.

We went to the agent
that Ieased Marcus's car.

We said we wanted to buy it
and he Iet us take it for a test ride.

Oh-ho-ho!

- Sounds dangerous.
- It is. It's got five on the fIoor,

- positraction rear end, fuII race cam...
- Rick!

OK. Here.
We found this in the gIove compartment.

Thank you.

It's a parking stub
from Rose's discount warehouse.

Marcus was invoIved with her. Come on.

Let's go. Let's go.

Up, up. Up.

Hey, wait a minute. Where are you going?

We're gonna go find those girIs
who beat him up.

GirIs?

(Laughter)

Now, Thomas...

Just remember, you won't heIp anything
by being rough and vindictive.

Don't worry. I'm a professionaI.

Hi there.

(YeIIs)

Come here. Come on.

I want some answers, starting with
who is this woman Rose you're working for?

- (Tracy) Magnum.
- What?

- Magnum.
- What?

I hope you're Iooking for Rose
for a poIite reason.

Because you just found him for sure,
sweetheart.

My paI Marcus toId me what you were up to.

Now that he's unavaiIabIe,
I figured to move in on your action.

- Who's the chick?
- Her?

Nobody. She's just my bimbo.

And he's just my big hunk of man.

So what's this action
you think you can take over?

Marcus was seIIing hot goods on the street.

Except they weren't so hot because
you Iaundered them. It's second-hand news.

Your game is Iame, Iady.

So what makes you think I'd take you in?

I can get my own merchandise.

It's easier to take me in
than fight me for the territory.

What kind of merchandise
are we taIking about?

Top-of-the-Iine stuff. The best.

It better be.

Cos I'd get reaI upset
if I thought I was being scammed.

- You got that, sweetheart?
- Trust me.

Trust him.

Hey, guys. I got the microwave.
T.C., give me a hand with this speaker.

Thanks.

You've had some crazy ideas
but this has got to be the craziest.

That truck we're using beIongs to Ice Pick.
I toId him we were moving my aunt.

Guys, this is shrewd detective work.

Every angIe has been figured.

Tracy's even getting the seriaI numbers
so we can prove the goods are ours.

If this is so fooIproof,
why aren't we taking stuff from your pIace?

That's obvious. I promised Rose top quaIity
and I'm not materiaIistic.

(Laughs)

I have just not spent my money
acquiring things, that's aII.

What is Higgie baby gonna say
about aII this?

Higgins? If he were here,
he'd be heIping us.

He did seem Iike
an extremeIy generous man to me.

This chick is a detective?

Ice Pick can get terrific Tank watches.
You can't teII it from the reaI thing.

So if you're Iooking for a...
Just a suggestion. I'm just trying to heIp.

Are we aImost finished?
I don't want to be Iate.

This operation has to be synchronized.

Let me get the stereo stuff from upstairs.

Hey! Come on, guys.
This is gonna be a snap.

I know what you're thinking again,
but this time you're absolutely wrong.

It was one of the sweetest plans ever.
I'd catch Marcus's killer,

Tracy would be out of my life,

and the best part of all
was that we were absolutely safe

because I was relying on human nature -
greed.

- Oh, no.
- WeII, what have we got here?

Hi. Ripping us off?

That's right.

OK. Now's the time. CaII in the backups.

Go ahead. CaII them on your wrist radio
or whatever you use nowadays.

- I can't.
- What? Why?

Because I'm not a detective.

I'm a meter maid.

Come to Rose, sweetheart.

Come on.

(Tracy) Listen, I can expIain.
(Magnum) Don't bother.

- PIease!
- I won't beIieve you.

But I want to expIain. I need to expIain.

Who cares? Tracy, I've been Iied to,
conned, humiIiated and aImost kiIIed.

- Ditto.
- And aIoha.

- Next time you need us...
- Just incIude us out.

I don't want to hear it.

- But...
- Not one singIe word.

PIease. Just Iisten.

Thomas.

Tho...

Tho...

Look...

My father was a poIice captain in Cincinnati.

My mother died when I was eight.

I grew up with 27 uncIes,

the cops in my dad's precinct.

I was the onIy girI to go to her graduation
with a fuII motorcycIe escort.

So far I Iike it better than the story
about being Marcus's fiancée, but not much.

AII I ever wanted to be
was a detective Iike Dad.

So I came out here to make it on my own,
onIy I can't get on the detective squad.

I can't even get a patroI-person job.
They say it's cos of my bad eyes.

Oh, no. They're just being kind.

But if that's the case,
why don't you move back to Cincinnati?

Maybe the Ietters are bigger
on the eye charts there.

Don't make fun of me! It was hard enough
to get on the traffic patroI out here.

Which is aImost Iike being a reaI cop.
OnIy we don't carry guns.

And on my own time
I respond to homicide caIIs

because if I soIve a big murder case
they'II have to Iet me be a reaI cop.

You don't know the marginaI cases
I've spent time on,

praying it turned out to be a murder.

- That's the truth.
- Tracy.

You wouIdn't know the truth
if it came at you in a head-on coIIision.

Tom, Iook.

You've just got to heIp me.

Because I'm using my vacation time
to crack this case

and I gave myseIf untiI I was 30
to become a poIicewoman,

then I gave myseIf untiI I was 31
and my birthday's in two days

and I can't go back a faiIure
so you're my absoIute desperate Iast chance.

Besides...

CouIdn't we just try once more?
Then I promise I won't ask again.

Why? Why wouId I do
a crazy thing Iike that?

Because underneath that tough-guy facade,
you've got a heart of goId.

Because you couIdn't say no
to a woman in troubIe, no matter what.

- No.
- Because you...

- What did you say?
- I said no.

N-O. No!

(Laughs)

And if you think that's gonna work,
you're crazy.

Now I want you to take that truck back

and then get out of my Iife, forever.

- Go on!
- Is that your finaI decision?

- Yes!
- Are you sure?

- Yes!
- Are you absoIuteIy positive?

Yes!

I still know what you're thinking.
I was a little hard on her.

But she deserved it,

even though she called
and promised to pay for the TV.

She said she'd send $20 every month
to Higgins to cover it.

I told her not to bother.
But something else was bothering me.

My little voice. It was telling me
there was one more thing I could try.

Sometimes a single look
says a thousand words.

That morning outside the club,
Marcus and Margaret Chase

exchanged a look that said
a lot more than ''Have a nice day. ''

I thought nothing of it then,
but when you run out of the obvious leads,

your mind has a tendency to create its own.

The inside of the house was cool
and very proper, like Mrs. Chase herself.

Maybe because I'm a private investigator,

I always get uneasy
around people and places like that,

and start looking for anything
that's not quite so perfect.

It seems there's always something.

(Woman) OIiver?

OIiver, I thought
you weren't due back tiII...Friday.

- It's not OIiver.
- WeII, that's obvious.

And what you have in your hand
is very private.

Murder's never private.

- Give it to me.
- I'II trade you.

For what? I suppose you want money too.

No. Just the truth.

Was someone bIackmaiIing you?

No.

- Marcus was your Iover.
- No.

- Someone found out and demanded a payoff?
- No.

And you wouIdn't pay so he was kiIIed.

WiII you stop it? What do you want?

I want to beIieve that you're worth dying for.

Marcus did.

In many ways, Marcus was Iike a IittIe boy.

Wanted to be my hero.

- You were right about the bIackmaiI.
- Rose.

Yeah.

Marcus was working for Rose because
he thought if he had money I'd Ieave OIiver.

He didn't know that being poor
wasn't what I was afraid of.

I never imagined
that he'd faII in Iove with me.

Was it your husband?

No. He never knew.

He stiII doesn't, but I had to end it.

So I toId Marcus and he got furious.

We were out on my boat.

I took him there because
I knew how impuIsive he couId be.

I knew he'd go straight to Rose.
It was the onIy fight we ever had.

Margaret, who? Was it Rose?

No, it was...

I just never thought he'd do that.

It wasn't murder.

Then what do you caII it?

(Rose) I'd caII it quits, sweetheart.

Hi, Rose.

Hi, guys.

- Cash and carry, Mrs. Chase?
- No.

- Come again?
- No.

No more. I am through paying.

- Just Ieave.
- Maybe you'd Iike to reconsider.

- I don't think so.
- No?

You want to say goodbye to me? I'II go.

You don't want to pay me no more?
Don't pay.

Come on, Iadies.

Except what about OIiver?

Do you want to caII him?

Or shouId we wait untiI he reads about it
in the papers?

And then there's the triaI.

Are you ready for that, Mrs. Chase?

Are you ready to pay the price?

Or do you just want to keep on paying me?

(Laughs)

Bet you hated your fathers.

(Grunts)

Freeze!

Freeze!

PIease?

- Thanks for the game, guys.
- (Tracy) Magnum.

Magnum.

I'm gonna buy you
the taIIest, coIdest beer you ever had.

Not that I'm trying to encourage
your consumption of aIcohoIic beverages,

but this is a ceIebration.

They made you a poIice person?

They actuaIIy... I don't beIieve it.
The poIice actuaIIy...

WeII, it's more Iike actuaIIy sort of.

My appIication is up for review,
and what I need from you is an affidavit

expIaining how I cracked the case,
how invaIuabIe I was.

- InvaIuabIe?
- We can taIk about it after the beer.

But just think about it. If I actuaIIy
did eventuaIIy become a detective,

we couId be, Iike, two pros together.

I mean, maybe even partners.
Isn't that terrific?

Isn't Iife fabuIous? Oh!

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