All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s05e08 der 101.eng

Welcome to all five of you

to Private Investigation 101.

We're on a field trip. Relax

I thought we were looking
for Stacy's lost boyfriend.

Hey, trust the teach.
He can handle himself.

I wanna know where Ted is.

This wasn't just
a classroom exercise to me.

Ted is in real trouble.

What in God's name have
you done to Mildred's room?

The trash is part of
a lesson plan, Gaylord.

This class is canceled.

Whoa, bummer.

You sure
you have everything?

I got everything.
I'm all set, sweetheart.

Okay. I'm gonna
miss you.

I'm gonna
miss you too, baby.

I'll go park
and meet you at the gate.

Nah, there's not enough time,
sweetheart.

I better just
make a run for it.

I gotta go.

Bye-bye.

Wait. Kiss.

Oh.

I love you.

Give me a call.
Let me know where you're staying.

Yeah.
Yeah, I promise. Bye-bye.

Hey, you can't park here.

Five minutes. I'm...

It's a loading zone.
I'm meeting someone.

Last call for flight 241
to Seattle.

Last call for flight 241
to Seattle.

My boyfriend
left his ticket in the car.

Do you have someone
looking for a ticket?

That plane
is departing right now. Well, he...

Sorry.

Well, he can't have left.

Thank you. There you go.

Yeah, thanks.

Thank you.
Have a nice day, Mr. Hazlett.

Surveillance
of any kind requires

a high degree
of professionalism.

Tailing the target requires

intense concentration.

Relax for even a second,

and he or she
could simply vanish.

Or even worse,

if you allow he or she

to recognize you
as an adversary,

then he or she

might instigate
direct confrontation,

which the Surgeon General
has declared to be

Hazardous to your health.

Strike that. That stinks.

Your discretion
is commendable.

Higgins, don't you ever knock?

I just discovered
Mr. Masters' stereo wall

has an ugly, gaping wound

on the left side.

Oh, I'm sorry, Higgins.

Look, I'll put it back
just as soon as I finish

my idea vocabulary.

Look. Dare to Achieve.
A Guidebook to Successful Motivation.

See, I'm using it
to prepare my first lesson plan.

See, the way you get your
idea vocabulary

is you let all your thoughts

just kinda drop
out of your brain in no particular order,

and then you
store them on tape for future use.

You dropped one.

Oh, that's pizza.

I didn't
have time to stop work and take a break, Higgins.

It didn't get down
on the machine.

Surely a highly sensitive
$2,000 recording device

merits better use

than the logging
of non-sequitured musings

and the indignity
of mozzarella droppings.

Higgins, please,
at least let me

play back what I've done
and take some notes.

I've got
my first class tomorrow

and I don't have
a lesson plan.

Magnum, how long have
you known that you were going to teach this course?

Two weeks!

But, I mean,
I've been busy on a case, Higgins.

I mean, after all,
that's why they asked me to teach the class, remember?

I am a working
private investigator.

Certainly not because you're
on a volleyball team

with the Director of Adult
Education of the college.

No.

Okay, so Dave Gibson and I

play an occasional game
of volleyball. Big deal.

You really expect
to fill 20 hours with this course?

Aren't you afraid you'll be
overdrawn at your idea bank?

It's idea vocabulary,
Higgins, and please,

just let me keep it
for this chapter.

You know, Kenji was suddenly
called away from the estate this morning.

A death in the family.

Oh, I'm sorry.

What's this got to do
with your generosity?

Well, he was in the midst of
fertilizing the hibiscus beds.

Someone needs to finish it.
I haven't the time.

Sure.
How difficult could that be?

And the hibiscus needs only
one more ton of manure. A ton?

Do you want
the tape recorder or not?

All right.

But for a ton of manure,
I get to keep it

for as long as
I'm teaching the class.

Your class will
probably be canceled after today.

Oh, no, no.
It's right here in your prospectus.

"Private Investigation 101.

"A fascinating in-depth study
of the world of private investigation

"taught by professional
private investigator, Thomas Magnum. 20 hours."

Provided there is sufficient
interest in the course

to provide minimum enrollment.

Oh, it's no problem.
Dave is expecting a big sign-up.

Mr. Magnum,

Mr. Gibson
is a very fine administrator.

However,
his impulsive additions to our curriculum in the past

have proven to be
unsuccessful experiments.

He felt passionately
about a course called Ocean Hydrodynamics.

It had a total enrollment
of one. Himself.

Mr. Gaylord,

this is not
Ocean Hydrodynamics, okay?

I am teaching
a beginner's class in a profession.

Perhaps.

But you will admit that
in the general body of our other offerings,

it does appear
to be rather superfluous.

No. No, I won't admit that.
Look at this.

"Eighteenth Century
Portuguese Literature,

"Politics of the Vatican,
1919 to 1933,

"A History
of European Metallurgy."

And you call
my course superfluous?

Room 214.
Look at this. This one's so superfluous

it's already been canceled.
"Applied Metaphysics, Mildred Gaylord."

Geez.

My wife.

Her course was canceled
by a Mr. Gibson

to make room for yours.

Well, good luck
with your enrollment, Mr. Magnum.

I will be very interested
in the total.

The college has a policy.
Eight students per course.

Eight?

All I need is eight?

Eight.

Welcome to all five of you

to Private Investigation 101.

I'm sure there'll be lots
more students coming along in just a few minutes.

In the meantime...

Thomas

Magnum.

You can call me...

You can call me
anything you want.

Right.

Well, I was planning
on dividing this class

into two parts.

The first part will be
the classroom lectures,

and then the second part...
I think you're going to like this.

The second part will be
where we go out on the streets

for what I call
an actual field study case.

What kind of field study case?

Well, I'm glad you asked that
because that's what we need.

We need some
classroom participation. What's your name?

Merle.

What kind of field study case?

Well, I was planning
to use a case that,

that I had already solved
a couple of years ago

and then re-enacting
my investigative procedure.

What if somebody in the class
has some cases that weren't solved?

Now, why can't we
work on that?

That's a great idea!

Mrs. Anawahi. Elena.

I have a half dozen cases
to work on. Bad checks.

Elena's Gift Shop
on Diamond Head.

The amount's too small
for the police to take care of,

so I thought I'd learn
how to do it myself.

You're welcome to help me find
some of these deadbeats.

After we catch the louse
that sold me the junk truck.

I paid this dude...

Hold it. Hold it, hold it.

Merle, I don't think
a real case is a good idea.

Why not?

Because you're only paying
$25 for the course.

That's not the point.
See, the point is,

if we go out on
one of your cases...

Well, you'll be happy to know
I don't have one.

Ah.

Kiana Dau.
I'm a journalism major.

Here strictly for research.

Is she right, Magnum?

You think we're here
trying to rip you off?

No.

No, that's not the case
at all. It's just...

It's hard enough for one guy
to tail a suspect,

But can you imagine
how conspicuous six of us...

Seven of us.

Seven of us would be?

I mean,
that's why a real case just...

It just doesn't work.

P.I. 101?

Private Investigation 101.

That is,
if we get two more students.

Stacy Dayton.
I'm sorry I'm late.

Why can't you take us out
investigating a few at a time?

Maybe have more than one case.

No...
See, that is another problem.

Elena, you and Merle both

have people that you
want to find.

I mean, how could we

possibly choose
which one to pursue?

Right.

I mean, would you stop giving
Mr. Magnum such a hard time?

I mean, he's already got this
nice, pre-solved case for us

all worked out.

I mean, we should be grateful.

Yeah. Well, not me.

Adios.
Fine. No, fine.

That's fine.

We'll do a show of hands.

First Elena's check bouncers

and then Merle's
truck salesman.

Thank you.

Well, hey.
Like, what about everybody else, huh?

I mean,
can't we have problems, too?

Okay, you got a prob...

If you have a problem,
all of you, any of you,

just write it down
on a piece of paper.

Okay?

You know? If you have one.

Now, just write
'em down

on a piece of paper,

and then
we'll put them in this,

and whichever one we choose
will be our case.

Okay? Is that fair?

Hey, you're doing
the right thing, you know?

I mean,
like a real case.

Yeah, we'll be having
a real P.I. Experience, you know?

Private investigation can be
great fun. What is your name?

Danny.

Yeah, like my old man
was on my case

about getting a job
and stuff, you know.

So I go, "Hey."
I mean, there's worse ways to earn a living, right?

Well, I mean, you work
your own hours,

you pull down
the big bucks. Yeah.

Girls really dig it, too,
right?

Like it's pretty
laid back, huh?

Sure. And after
you finish this,

all you need
are 2,000 hours

of investigative work
to get your license.

Two thousand?

Whoa, bummer.

Where did you
get your experience, Mr. Magnum?

Well...

Naval Intelligence.

He was a Lieutenant Commander.

I'm a retired librarian.
Albert Leonard.

I just did a little
basic research on you.

First step in
an investigation, I believe?

Four.

Four potential cases.

Kiana,

since you don't have a case,
why don't you hold that,

and...

Albert.

Albert, why don't...

You don't have
a case either, so if you'll pick them,

we'll make that
as fair as possible.

"I am running for my life
from an unfriendly foreign power.

"If I don't find the hit man
in 24 hours,

"like, I'm dead, man."

Well, I just put that in there
for laughs, you know?

I didn't figure you'd pick it
or anything.

"I think my fiancé
is cheating on me."

I'm sorry.

I really do need help.

I have to find him.

Please help me.

And then
the ticket agent assured me

that no T. Hazlett
got on that flight to Seattle.

And a girlfriend of mine
swears that she saw Ted

coming out of a bar last night
on the North Shore.

Well, we'll do some checking
between now and the next class.

If he's on the island,
he shouldn't be too hard to find.

The class,
Mr. Magnum,

if you don't get
enough students to continue,

would you still help me
find Ted?

I can't pay
your regular fee, but...

Stacy,

there is going to be a class.

I think I can round up
a couple of more students.

In the meantime,
just try not to worry.

I'm sure there's
a very innocent explanation.

Okay.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow.
And thank you.

Theodore Allen Hazlett.

Born August 27th, 1956
in Phoenix, Arizona.

Graduated Central Arizona
University, 1979

with a degree
in business administration.

Moved to Hawaii in 1981,

currently employed as
an officer with Huiia Savings and Loan.

His father was an only child
and his mother

has one deceased brother.

Therefore, we must conclude

that he had no plans
to visit a sick uncle in Seattle, as he told Stacy.

He did lie to me.

Whoa, gnarly!

Any questions up till now?

T. C?

Your knowledge of the target
is most impressive.

Can you tell us how you
collect your information?

It's a basic skill
of investigative work.

A very long
and tedious process.

Records research?

Right, Albert.
Records, like...

The DMV, voters registration,
coroner's reports,

court records,

and some key people
who provide inside street information,

or something
along those lines.

Among other things, yes.

T. C: I've heard that

some private investigators
don't even do any of that bone-numbing research.

That they actually
con other people to do it for them.

Yes, I've heard that also.

But, surely
that can't be true.

Getting back to Ted.

The first step
in a missing persons investigation...

Mr. Magnum,

you haven't
answered the question.

I'm afraid little purpose
would be served by an answer, Miss Dau,

since I have
the unfortunate duty

to post a cancellation
to this class.

I find only six enrollments.

I think if you count heads
again, Mr. Gaylord, you'll come up with eight.

Please come to
the office immediately after the bell.

We do have
a sign-up procedure.

Should anyone wish to know,
today is the semester deadline

for dropping out
of a course

and receiving
a full refund.

Good day.

It's official! P.I. 101...

Private Investigation 101
is in!

Whoa, radical!

All right!
Now, as I was saying, the first step

in a missing persons
investigation

is to visit the target's
last known whereabouts.

But since in this case
he was last seen at a very large airport,

we have to take
the next most logical step.

His last alleged whereabouts.

Danny, the bar is just
a couple of more miles.

It's The Pipeline,
right, Stacy?

Yeah. That's where Deborah
said she saw him.

Hey, like, you think I can get
some mileage money?

I mean, nobody told me
we were gonna carpool it.

I'll pay for the beers
when we get there.

All right. I'm totally stoked.

I haven't done anything
like this since Y-Camp.

Right. I haven't had
this much fun since basic at Parris Island.

Aw, come on, Merle,
we're on a field trip. Relax and enjoy the party.

Now, remember,
when we go in the place,

it's doubles and singles,
and you don't know me.

So then how are you gonna
pay for the beer, huh?

I'll handle it, Danny.
Order all you want.

That's a lot of beer.

These boys drink
their weight in beer.

You wanna buy them
all they want?

Yeah.

And anybody else who comes in.

Yeah, well,

we don't get
that much business this time of day.

Well...

Hey, how are you doing, man?
Good.

All right.

Drinks on the house!
This guy's buying.

Thank you, thank you.
That's so sweet...

Great. Radical.
Thank you.

You always go around
buying people beers?

No, actually,
I'm just kind of celebrating.

I came into some money.
An aunt I didn't even know.

Guess you never will now.

No.

Yeah, I'm just paying off
some old debts.

Listen, I hear Ted Hazlett
drops in here occasionally.

I owe him a couple of hundred.
You seen him lately?

Saw this on a late movie.

What?

Dane Clark.

Tried to pull
the same con you are.

Maybe 1948, '50s.

Guess I missed it.

Guess you missed Hazlett, too.

Now, I don't know him.
Are you still buying?

Yeah.

Good.

There you go, brother.

Thank you, my man.

Well, I hope you find this
Hazlett before your money runs out.

Yeah. You know Ted Hazlett?

What?

Ted. You know him?

Well, yeah,
he's a close friend of mine.

He's a buddy of mine, too.

You're kidding?

No.

Did you see that?

I'm a little worried
about our friend Ted.

What do you mean?
Shipley.

Where's Hazlett?

I don't know. I just...

Please, Merle, can't you
just go and check on him?

I think she's right.
Listen, he could be in trouble.

This other guy went in there
just before him.

Well, hey, men do that
a lot in men's rooms, you know?

I mean, like there's
usually room for at least two.

Girls, wait a minute.
You can't go in there.

Look, he doesn't
wanna know us, remember? Remember?

Hey, trust the teach.
He can handle himself.

I wanna know where Ted is.
Spill it. Now!

Help!

Come on, Shipley.

Are you all right?

Hey, brah.
Thanks for the beer.

Well, at least we know
Ted isn't cheating on Stacy.

Well, I mean,
if the only thing

he were doing
were cheating,

why would those other two men
be so adamant about finding him?

Maybe they were
the other woman's brothers.

Stacy,
you ever seen them before?

I don't think so.

I didn't get
a very good look at them.

Danny, it's the Halona Motel.
Turn left on Kalani.

The barmaid said
Ted's staying there.

How does she know?

She noticed the motel key
on the table when she served him.

He had his name on the key?

Uh-oh.

Just because she knew
the name of the motel

doesn't mean...
And the room number.

And the room number.

It doesn't mean
that she stayed here with him.

Stacy.

She said she remembered him

because he was
dressed so nicely.

Stacy.

I mean, she probably just
asked him his name. Did you ever think of that?

Stacy, you're the one who said
he was cheating on you.

But not with her.

Ted's a banker.

He's got class.

Can't you just jump the wall
and pick the lock?

Are you kidding?
That would be unlawful entry.

Excuse me!

I threw away a check
by mistake.

Can I have my trash bag back?

Sorry, property
of Koolau Sanitation now.

Well, look at it this way,
I'll just be saving you the trouble of dumping it.

Who are you kidding?

Sooner or later,
I'll dump it anyway.

Okay, I'll buy it from you.
Five bucks.

How's about $20?

Ted!

Ted!

Wait, it's me. Ted!

Hey, dude,
where are you going?

Let's go!
Everybody into the van. Come on.

Come on.

How do you
start this thing?

Hold on!

Whoa!

Is everybody okay?

Yeah.
We're okay.

Yeah,
you all right?

Guess I should've
told you guys

I've been needing
tires for a long time, you know.

Just take me back
to the college.

I think I can still make
the dropout deadline.

My favorite college
courses were always those

with some sort of lab work.

So there was a real
sense of pride in finding myself

sitting here conducting
my own lab class.

Dissection of Motel Trash,
Advanced.

Garbage is
to the private investigator

what the single cell
is to the scientist.

A person is
what a person throws away.

In this case, finding
Ted Hazlett's trash

was my only hope for a clue

as to why he didn't
want to be found.

And it was also my only shot
at regaining credibility

with a dwindling
and skeptical class.

Is this really necessary?

Kiana, look what we
already know about the guy

from the trash
he threw out.

We know where he eats,

where he works,
what he drinks and...

Look! Here's a laundry ticket
here with his name on it.

Jackpot.

Deposit receipts
from Huiia Savings and Loan.

Ted doesn't have
that kind of money.

Well, maybe he brought them
home with his work.

No.

It's strictly against policy.

Oh, now wait a minute.

Ted's my fiancé.

We work at the same bank
together.

I mean, I would know
if he were doing anything illegal.

What in God's name have
you done to Mildred's room?

The trash is part of
a lesson plan, Gaylord.

Don't worry, we'll clean it up
when we're finished.

You are finished, Mr. Magnum.

One of your students had
the good sense to withdraw.

Merle?
No, he missed the deadline.

His account of your
off-campus antics was so bizarre

that I thought
a change of rules was in order.

This class is canceled.

Oh, come on, Mr. Gaylord,

you could at least give us
a chance to explain.

Oh, yes, we must continue.

We've just found
our first big clue.

Yeah. Like,
I'm actually motivated.

Please!

You will all receive
the same consideration given Mr. Merle Bell.

Please come
to the registrar's office

and get your refund.

To tell you the truth,
Higgins,

I'm sorry it's over.

I thought it was
something I could do without messing up.

I never realized
spreading fertilizer

could bring one
such a sense of accomplishment.

Don't you think you're taking
your martyrdom a bit too far?

Oh, it isn't martyrdom.

Martyrs become martyrs
for doing things right.

Yes, and you did
everything wrong.

Yes.

And it cost me almost
my entire life's savings doing it.

Eighty bucks for beer,
20 bucks for garbage,

50 bucks for
Rick and T.C.'s tuition.

All I got out of
the investment

was having to face the fact
that nobody got anything out of my class.

Well, Stacy Dayton got a very
important piece of information

about her fiancé.

You provided her
with just enough of a clue

to leave her
totally confused

and distraught.

Of course, I understand why
you can't help her continue her search.

It's imperative that
you sit here in your agony

because you failed
as a teacher.

Please go shower and change.
You're soiling the couch.

All right.

I'll call Stacy and see
if I can help.

What... Wait a minute. Wait.

How did you know
about Stacy's problem?

She told me.

Please, Thomas.

This wasn't just
a classroom exercise to me.

It's the biggest problem
I've ever had in my life.

I mean,

up to now
everything has been easy.

High school and college,

my career.

Even my teeth were straight.

I've had a perfect life

until now.

Ted is in real trouble.

I need your help.

I'll try, Stacy.

I'll try.

But I think
I gotta tell you that I don't feel

at my investigative best
right now.

Your class disagrees.

We've all signed a petition
to have you reinstated.

And Gaylord bought it?

No.

But all your students
believe in you. Doesn't that count for something?

Well, yeah.

Stacy, about Ted,
we just don't have much to go on.

But we do.

These deposit receipts
could be a big lead.

I checked the account number
at the bank.

It belongs to a company called
Central Grocers.

Their deposits
over the last 90 days

have totaled more than
six million in cash.

Of course, grocery concerns
deal mostly in cash transactions.

Right.

And they get exemptions
from currency transaction reports.

Why do they get exempted?

Because the bank can give
an exemption to whomever they please.

And then they charge
a service fee of 5%.

Fifty cents on
every washed $10.

Well, I doubt if you'll still
find the money in your local accommodating bank.

The funds have probably been
transferred to an account in a tax-haven country.

I'm quite familiar with this
sort of laundering scheme from my days with Ml6.

I remember one
most intriguing case...

Do you have the phone number
of this Central Grocers?

Disconnected.

The address they gave
was phony. There was no D&B listing.

Probably a drug-running
front.

Ted is not involved
in narcotics.

Not narcotics, Stacy,
narco-bucks.

People have a way of
conveniently separating the two.

Not Ted.

Don't you see?

That's why I know
he must be in trouble.

He must have discovered
what I did,

and he probably knows
who the inside person is at the bank.

I mean, why else
would he go into hiding?

But how can six million
in cash end up in a bogus account

without an accountant
or somebody catching it?

Probably by
the most common method,

first perfected by a small,
provincial bank in northern France.

The deliveries are made
in the most unobtrusive fashion.

Quite likely
one of those most directly involved in the scheme

will personally
deliver the money

to the bank official
who's working with them.

The delivery is usually
through a discreet, private entrance.

Do you recognize
either one of them? There you go.

Mr. Spencer.

The guy in the suit?
He works at the bank?

He's the vice-president.

Won't he know
you're following him?

Stacy, I do this
all the time, remember?

Sorry.

He'll probably
change clothes and take off.

After he leaves, we'll go in
and check his files.

Clever.

Very clever.

That must be Grider.

I thought
you told the class that that was unlawful entry.

Right.
It is at certain times.

What certain times?

When class is in session.

Freeze.

United States
Treasury Department.

This ID doesn't
give you the license to break and enter.

Or kill people.

He was like that
when we found him.

And yours doesn't
give you the right to crack ribs either.

You should have told us
who you were at that bar.

Did I get a chance?

More than he got.

You saw us come in.
You should have seen that car that pulled away.

We thought it was Grider.

What were you doing here?

We're trying to find Ted Hazlett.

Now, where is he
and what's he mixed up in?

I don't know.

He gave the IRS a tip.

Before we could get
the full story, he disappeared on us.

Must have got scared.

If you've got any idea
where he is, you better tell us now,

before anybody else gets hurt.

We wish we did know.

What tip?

The money laundering scheme.

We've had Grider
under surveillance for about a week.

Looks like his clients
got nervous about being discovered

and decided to
terminate the arrangement.

Yeah, well, we're sorry
we got in your way. Can we go?

Wait. What about Ted?
Stacy,

they said they don't know
where he is.

I'm sure he'll get back
in touch with us in a couple of days,

like they said.
Now, may I have my ID please?

Oh.

I'm sorry.

It's been one of those weeks.

Yeah.

For us, too.

It fits a safe deposit box,
right?

And I thought you were
just being a klutz back there.

You're right.
It's for a box at Huiia Savings.

You know,
Blaylock might have had Grider killed

if he thought
he had something on him.

Something incriminating.

What?

I thought they were
the good guys.

Stacy, treasury agents
don't use strong-arm tactics in bars.

Not honest ones anyway.
Excuse me.

Do you mean
they killed Grider?

Well, they must have been
in on it.

I mean, how could they
possibly have missed that car pulling away from the office?

And if they actually
are agents,

then they will have
no trouble at all

framing Ted
and getting off clean.

Unless there is something
incriminating in that box.

Stacy,

I don't think they're gonna
wanna face the problem of framing him.

They'd rather just find him
and make sure he doesn't talk.

Thomas, we've got to find Ted
before they do.

To do that,
we've gotta find out

what's in Grider's box
tomorrow.

And then we'll have
a little class field trip.

But there is no class anymore.

Whoa, bummer.

Excuse me.

It's all right.
Go ahead with your work, Miss Dayton.

I'll take care
of this young man.

Yes, sir. You'd like to
get into your safety deposit.

Well, yeah.
Well, I don't know.

Yeah, I guess.

You do have a box here?

Well, sure. It's just that...

Whoa, bummer.
I brought my AT&T stock.

It was my Standard Oil
I wanted to stash in the freezer.

See ya.
Any time we can be of service.

Wow, like I hope I never
have to find my way to Tacoma again.

Would you like to put
something in your safety deposit box, sir?

Yeah.

Sign this slip, please.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Grider.

Now, please follow me.

And what exactly was
in the box, Magnum?

Oh, names, dates,
tapes of meetings, lists of corporate officers.

Some of the people involved
are real shockers.

So what do you want
out of this, Magnum?

Oh, a finder's fee.

Nothing exorbitant.
Say, 10%% of whatever's recovered.

Say 1%%,
and you're saying a fortune.

So I'm willing to negotiate.

Provided I'm guaranteed
complete immunity.

The Treasury Department
will want to see what you've got first.

Okay. 4:00,
King Kamehameha Club.

I'm not a member.

Neither am I.

I know what you're thinking.

Forcing the issue
with Blaylock

was kind of like
cramming for finals the night before.

But you can't be
a student forever.

Sooner or later,
you have to graduate.

You're early.

So are you.

Where's the stuff?

Oh, right here.

Let's talk about it
over a drink.

Hey.

I'm not thirsty.
Just hand it over.

Maps.

Hey, Mr. C,
we got road maps out here.

You're real funny,
huh? Let's go, joker.

Careful of my ribs.
Come on.

Hi. You guys wanna
have a good time?

No, lady.
Come on.

Flowers for the lady.
Beautiful, fresh... No, thanks.

Will you ladies buzz off,
please?

...is very nice.

Hey, what's going on?
Is somebody gonna move that thing?

Move it!

You're in a handicapped space.

Just leave your keys
in the car.

Hey!
Hey, come on. Hey, baby. Hey.

Look, nobody parks the car,
okay?

Hey, valet parking only
after 2:00.

Hey, I'm the manager here.
What's the problem?

This guy wants to park
his own car.

Nobody self parks.

Now, how many people
are in your party?

Now, look,
there isn't any party.

Hold it!

Perfect.

Welcome back to class,

old students and new ones.

You'll be happy to hear that
I talked to Dave Gibson this morning,

and you'll all soon
be able to register

for Advanced
Private Investigation 201.

All right.

Amazing what
a little publicity will do for you.

Yeah, right.

Oh, and I'm also
sorry to announce

that we're gonna be
losing the Hazletts.

They're off
on a European honeymoon.

Aw!

Thanks to Ted's reward money.

Some of that reward money
belongs to you.

I hope it's close
to your usual fee.

At least it's expenses.

Thank you.
Thank you. I'm very touched.

And now, I think
we should touch a couple of bases

in order to wrap up that case,

so we can get on to
Merle's pick-up truck con artist.

Ted, why don't you tell us
why you went into hiding in the first place.

All right.

Well, when I realized
something fishy was going on,

I called the Treasury
Department right away.

I mean, I didn't know who
at the bank was involved.

I talked to agent Blaylock,

and he said he'd be right over
to get a statement.

But when I called back

to suggest that perhaps
we meet someplace else besides the bank,

nobody there
seemed to know who I was

or what I was talking about.

Well, then I got scared
that maybe Agent Blaylock was a Treasury man gone bad.

But, of course, Blaylock
was not the brains behind the operation.

No. The head guy
was a weasely guy

by the name of Mr. C.

Something someone found out
from a guy named Ice Pick.

And when you
couldn't find anything in the deposit box

to incriminate Blaylock,

you decided to bluff him.

And so you begged
one of your class members to get on the phone

and arrange plan B,

the class field trip
to the club.

Now, this certain class member
was certainly glad to help,

even though he missed
a big fare to Maui.

And, of course,
Shipley was just a thug who worked for Mr. C.

And since this guy, Ice Pick,
knew most of his associates,

it was easy for him
to trace down the actual hitman

who took care
of Grider.

And, when the license plate
on Grider's van traced back to Mr. C,

you had the evidence
to incriminate him.

So a quick phone call
to get him to worry

got him to the club also.

Your usual source
for this license information

was busy with this man
called Ice Pick.

Thanks, guys.

Any questions?

I got one or two.

Why didn't Blaylock or Shipley
take care of you and Stacy

at Grider's office?

Yeah. And, Ted, why did you
throw away the receipts at the motel?

I wanna know why you
didn't confront Spencer at the bank

instead of following Grider?

Yeah, and...
And come to think of it,

how come you just didn't
give the cops the photos

and be done with this?

Hey, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Who was Grider?
- And why did they kill him?

Yeah, like, I was wondering
about the license plate on the van.

That Mr. C was pretty stupid
to use his real license plates.

You're not answering
the questions, Mr. Magnum.

Hey, where'd you come up
with the idea about the garbage bag idea?

I mean, I've never heard
about anything like that.

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