All language subtitles for Magnum P.I. s06e15 All Thieves on Deck.eng

HlGGlNS: Apollo's been shot.

Is he dead?

What you got here?

That's an 'au makua.
It's a Hawaiian family god.

Is this little guy
perhaps for sale?

The worth of this 'au makua
is beyond money.

RlCK: Freeze, suckers!

I would like to propose

that you and I madly dance
the rest of the night away.

Here's looking at you, kid.

I'm going to attempt to do
what you have so miserably failed at.

HIGGINS: I'm going to find
the 'au makua.

(SCREAMlNG)

(SPEAKlNG CANTONESE)

Where is it?

HlGGlNS: A week without you,
Magnum, will, of course, be very difficult and trying,

but somehow, it will be less
difficult and trying than a week with you.

I shall survive.
Gee, thanks, Higgins. I'll miss you, too.

I doubt that.

A week all alone on a cruise
ship will undoubtedly prove to be wildly exhilarating.

There is, of course,
shuffleboard, Ping-Pong, bingo.

You're just jealous
because you're not going. That Robin asked me.

The only reason I'm not going
is because I must attend, as Mr. Masters' representative,

the Governor's Conference on
the Preservation of Historical Hawaiian Fauna and Flora.

Obviously, your task
is much less intellectual.

But exhilarating.

(SlGHS) I mean, I usually
don't take bodyguard-type jobs, but...

Mmm.

(DOG WHlMPERlNG)

Zeus. Something's wrong.

His sirloin tips
are probably overdone.

My God.
What?

Apollo.

He told you?

Apollo.

(APOLLO WHlMPERlNG)

He's been shot.

Is he dead?

No, he's breathing.

I'll call the vet.
Not yet. Come with me.

(BEEPlNG)

Interior security
has been breached.

I think they're gone.
Yes, quite.

Looks like they were
after something specific.

What makes you think
they were after wine?

Not wine, Magnum.

Here? You hid it here?

Yes, quite. Here.

Now you may
call the veterinarian. Yeah.

VETERlNARlAN:
I'm afraid things are touch-and-go at this point.

The bullet is lodged near the
patient's lungs at the moment.

We're hoping for some movement
before we go in there. How long can you wait?

Depends on such things as
the amount of blood loss, the patient's stamina, etc.

I must say, he is in extremely
good physical condition. He works out a lot.

You may wait here,
Mr. Higgins,

and I'll let you know
before we make the decision to operate.

Thank you, Doctor.

Now, who do we have here?
Fluffy, yes?

WOMAN: Oh, Fluffy,
how could you?

Come.

It's a nice doctor.
He's going to make you well.

(FLUFFY YOWLlNG)
I came just as soon as I heard.

Are you okay?
I'm fine. Thank you.

T.C., this is
an animal hospital. What is going on?

And what's with the message
that you left for me?

That you're going to meet
Higgins at the hospital and you need my help.

Hey, look at me. I got
the same message, too.

It's all true.
It's Apollo.

Huh?
He's been shot.

Shot?

Well, how is he?

Critical but, for the moment,
stable.

What kind of chump
would shoot an animal over a dumb statue?

It is not a "dumb statue."

The 'au makua is a Hawaiian
family god given by the High Priest Kalaniopu'u to his...

To his nephew,
King Kamehameha. You already told me that.

But that's not the point.
The point is,

it was probably the same man
who tried to steal the statue,

which Magnum has to deliver
to a museum in Hilo for Mr. Masters.

At present, he's watching over
it while it's on display, but obviously

things have escalated,
and he's going to need some help.

What do
you want us to do?

How would you two like an
all-island, all-expenses paid cruise

on the S.S. Constitution?

Discos, fine restaurants,
docking at Maui,

Kauai, Kona, Hilo,
absolute paradise.

(CHUCKLES) Who do we
have to kill, Higgins? Yeah.

Hopefully,
it won't come to that.

Man, shooting a dog
over a statue. I mean, even Apollo.

I'll go.

I'm in, too.

Thank you.

That statue must be worth...
18 to $20,000.

Yeah, but of all the art
treasures at Robin's Nest, why would they go after that?

We don't know.

Nevertheless, the cultural
and historical value of the 'au makua is priceless.

Mr. Masters stumbled across
it in a pawn shop

in Hong Kong while doing some
research for his new novel. He bought it for a song.

Thank you, again.

And I'm sure Apollo
will appreciate the flowers.

Hmm.

We better go pack.
Yeah. You ready to go?

(DOG WHlNlNG)

I think I'll remain here for
a while. Don't be concerned about me. I'll be fine.

MAGNUM: I guess in retrospect
Higgins being so stoic and matter-of-fact

about Apollo getting
shot made sense. After all, he's British.

That's just the way he is.

What was kind of strange
was the way I reacted to it.

I mean, I'm not in favor
of shooting dogs or anything,

but that guy, for six years,
he and Zeus, have devoted their entire existence

to making
my life miserable.

Yet, somehow, I've become
a little used to it.

And I didn't think
I could become used to not having him around.

In other words, and not
just because of that statue,

I wanted those jokers.

Aloha.
Hi.

What you got here?

That's an 'au makua,
It's a Hawaiian family god.

It was given by
the High Priest Kalaniopu'u to his nephew.

Oh, Russell,
it's so primitive.

(RUSSELL LAUGHS)

My name is Russell Tate.

This here is my lady, Sara.

We're from ldaho. Potatoes.

As a matter of fact,
most everybody calls us the "Taters."

I'm Thomas Magnum.

What were you saying
about the little guy here?

Oh, who cares, Russell?

Now, let's you and me go have
some of that complimentary brunch before it's all gone.

Come on, honey. Move it.

Yes, dear.

That's an 'au makua.
That's right.

What's it doing here?

It's on display. It was given
by the High Priest Kalaniopu'u to his nephew...

Yes, I know.
King Kamehameha.

Peggy Armbrister.
I'm an archeologist. I know this stuff.

A lot more than Michener
ever did, that's for sure.

That man wouldn't know
an 'au makua from a ku to a ki'i.

Michener wrote
a big book on Hawaii.

Well, mine's going
to be bigger. Danny Frye, novelist.

I'm here in the lslands
doing research for the ultimate novel about Hawaii.

Like I said, Michener
didn't get it all.

And you're going to do all
this research on one seven-day cruise?

Sure. Why not?

Looks very expensive.
Not really.

Perhaps $20,000 American.

The worth of this 'au makua
is beyond money.

Well beyond.
Take good care of it.

Hi.
Thomas Magnum.

I'm with the little guy.
Oh, it's a pleasure.

May I introduce the Countess
Jacqueline Fabray Dumont?

How do you do?
And I am her husband, Phillipe.

We own a modest
art gallery in Paris.

Is the little guy
perhaps for sale?

Oh, no, it isn't. It belongs
to the famous writer, Robin Masters.

He's loaning it to
a museum on Hilo.

But he thought, on the way,
people might like to see it.

How generous. It would look
lovely in our gallery.

It will also look lovely
inside a museum, my dear. Thank you very much.

What do you think?

What do you mean,
what do I think? Any of them good suspects?

I don't know, Rick.
There's hundreds of people on this boat.

We're just going to have
to wait it out.

Wait for somebody
to make a move.

Maybe tonight during
the Captain's Welcome Aboard Dinner.

Wow. This is going to be just
like The Maltese Falcon.

Yeah. I just hope Apollo
doesn't end up like Miles Archer.

Who's Miles Archer?
He was Humphrey Bogart's partner.

But he got offed
in the beginning.

(GREETlNG lN JAPANESE)

(GREETlNG lN JAPANESE)

This is an 'au makua.

It is owned by
the famous novelist, Robin Masters.

(TRANSLATlNG TO JAPANESE)

It was originally given by the
High Priest Kalaniopu'u to his nephew, King Kamehameha.

(TRANSLATlNG TO JAPANESE)

MAGNUM: To paraphrase
an old song,

the nighttime is
the right time to be with the 'au makua you love.

And I was hoping
this first night,

we would be able to find
that certain someone

who was suitably smitten
with a certain little short guy

with a certain
glowering visage.

The hard part, of course,
was to remain ready and vigilant.

RlCK: Freeze, suckers!

"Freeze, sucker"?

Let's go.
Let's go, guys.

Rick, I'll be right back.

(SHlP HORN BLARlNG)

MAGNUM: That's right, Higgins.
Coast Guard's got them and they're on their way back in.

When you get an lD,
please call me back.

What? Oh, no problem.
We'll enjoy ourselves.

Wait. How's Apollo?

Oh, okay. Well, let me know.

He's scheduled
for surgery at 6:00 a.m.

This Apollo a friend of yours?

Kind of.
He's a dog.

Thank you, Captain,
for all your cooperation. No trouble. I love a thriller.

I'm just sorry it
ended so soon.

I've always sort of,

you know, fancied
myself as something of a who-done-it man, too.

Look, I don't want to impose,

but I wonder if you
couldn't get Robin Masters to take a look at this, hmm?

Well, I could try and ask.
Oh, that would be just great.

I call it,
All Thieves on Deck.

Well, it's sort
of a nautical thriller.

(LAUGHS)

I expect we'd better
get down to dinner. Shall we? Sure.

Oh, what about Rick?

I'll have some champagne
sent up to him.

And then, I'm going to propose
a toast to your success.

Congratulations.

MAGNUM:
All's well that ends well, I guess.

The thieves were history,
the 'au makua safe and sound,

and T. C., Rick and I
were going to have a whole week of fun.

(JAZZ BAND PLAYlNG)

Then how come
I wasn't laughing?

PEGGY: Because in my book,
you're just as bad as the guys who tried to steal it!

MAGNUM: That's absurd.
PEGGY: It is not!

It is, too!
No one man has the right to own it.

That 'au makua belongs
to the Hawaiian people and it should be returned to them.

And which specific
Hawaiian people should it be returned to?

You don't count.
You're a haole. I'm talking about the natives.

I wouldn't use that word
very loudly, if I were you. You know what I mean.

No, I'm afraid I don't.
Because whether you or l happen to like it,

Robin bought that statue
with his own money

and he can do whatever
he wants with it.

But, because he is civically
and culturally concerned,

he's giving the Hawaiian
people an opportunity to see it and appreciate it.

By taking it for a ride
on some stupid boat. BOTH: Ship.

Okay. Ship.

Stupid ship.

(PEGGY EXHALlNG)

I'm sorry. I guess I get
a little carried away sometimes.

How about some more champagne?

You take your ldahos,
your California whites, and your Burbank potatoes...

Now, don't forget
the Katahdins, Russell.

Or even those little
new potatoes,

but pound for pound, bushel
for bushel,

I gotta stick with that
good old red, white and blue russet.

Give me a russet anytime.

I mean, you talk potatoes,
he knows potatoes, believe you me.

That's very interesting.

Don't be rude, Phillipe.

Oh, russets. Russets.
They are the best.

Well, thank you very much.

But I'm sure they have
some fancy pomme de terre over there in France, too.

Right, little lady?

Right, Russell. Now, you know,
there are just many, many

interesting ways you
can fix them.

Like I know you people
like pomme frites.

Back home we
call them fries.

Now, you have your baked,
you have your boiled, you have your broiled,

you have your au gratin,
and then you have those little tiny oochy things.

They're just so cute
you could just die.

Now, I just love them
'cause you just pop them in. They go down like that.

I want to thank you, Thomas.

I'm having
the time of my life.

I think I'll go relieve Rick.
No, wait a minute.

I'll do that in a little bit.
You guys have done more than your share.

Why don't you have some fun,
dance with somebody?

Never learned to foxtrot.

RICK: Sounds like everybody's
having a good time.

Here's looking at you, kid.

Say? Thirsty for some bubbly?

I forgot.

You're driving

and

I'm guarding you.

(SlGHS)

Whoopee.

Goodnight, Peggy.
Goodnight, Dr. Simms.

Why don't you go home,
Mr. Higgins?

You're welcome to stay.
Peggy will be on duty all night.

But there's really
nothing you can do here.

Thank you, Doctor.
I know that.

But I'm awaiting a call
from the police

and I fear that if I make
that long drive back I may well indeed miss it.

So, l...

Sure.

He's sleeping now.

Would you like
to take a look at him?

Yes, thank you.

(JAZZ MUSlC PLAYlNG)

(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)

Okay. Okay.

Go ahead.
Name one good book this guy ever wrote.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

Tales of the South Pacific,
The Fires of Spring,

Floating World,
The Bridges at Toko-Ri,

The Bridge at Andau,
The Drifters,

Sayonara, Texas, Pace,
The Covenant.

Oh. And of course, Hawaii.

What have you published?

(MUMBLlNG)

I want out!

Never!

You will suffer
like I've been suffering.

You are a fool.
A petty, bitter, spiteful, little fool.

And you, my dear Countessa,
are a tramp!

(EXCLAlMS)

I think
it's time we danced.

Okay.

Just one, and then I've got to
go see my little friend.

Why do you do that?

What? Always be
rude and argumentative in public?

Or overly obstreperous
and didactic?

My shrink says
I'm overcompensating.

But I think it's normal,
most of the time.

I was talking
about your bubblegum.

Oh, you mean
my Japanese bubblegum.

Oh, that's because
I just quit smoking.

I mean, I was real hardcore.

Two packs a day.
No filters.

But, then I found this
really unique bubblegum

while I was on this dig
in Kyoto. Kyoto, Japan. Hmm.

It's got a very
strange flavor

but once you get past that
you can blow a bubble as big as the world

and when it breaks
it won't stick to your hair or your face.

Or your mustache.

The bases are loaded,
there's two outs.

We're at the bottom
of the ninth and Elroy Face is in for the Pirates.

Now, you remember
Elroy Face?

18 and 1 in '59.
Now, that's an all-time winning percentage, pal.

Ernie Banks is the batter.

And my Cubbies...
My Cubbies are three runs down.

And I'm in the bleachers
with my pop

when old Elroy lets loose
with a three and two forkball.

And you know what Ernie did
to that forkball?

COUNTESS:
He made a touchdown.

Did I say something wrong?

(LAUGHlNG)
No, it's the wrong sport. That's football.

Ernie hit a homerun
and my pop caught it.

Oh, marvelous.

Are you one of
the guardians of this statue?

Yeah. I guess
you might say that. Yes.

It is beautiful. Oh!

I am the Countess
Jacqueline Fabray Dumont. You may call me Countess.

Rick Wright.

I hope you will excuse me,
I've just had another fight with my pig of a husband.

I thought I would come
to this spot for a little peace and quiet.

I found this 'au makua
has such tranquility.

That's what I need
in my life right now.

Do you mind if I join you here
to contemplate the beauty of this wonderful piece?

Oh, no, not at all.
In fact, I'm here all alone.

Everybody else
is having a good time

and I'm standing around here
talking to this statue.

Pretty buggy, ain't it?

No, not at all.
I understand perfectly.

Perhaps we have
a kindred spirit.

Yeah, right.

Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry.
I haven't offered you any champagne.

I do apologize.
Get your glass.

Here.

Oh, hey,
thanks a lot, Countess.

There.

Mmm.

You know, he married me
for my money and my title.

Your pig? I mean...
Oh, I'm sorry.

Here. Drink, Rick, drink.

(SlGHS)

We will be happy
and we will look at the 'au makua together.

Listen, Thomas,
I would one last time

unequivocally
and irrevocably

Iike to apologize
for being such a jerk before.

I tend to get kind of
emotional about artifacts.

That's okay. You don't need
to apologize. I understand.

You do?
Mmm-hmm.

I sometimes get
very emotional

over things
I get emotional about.

You do understand!

And now I would
like to propose

that you and I madly dance
the rest of the night away.

Okay?

That sounds wonderful,
but there is something I do have to do first.

How about a rain check?

Tomorrow night?

Magnum, may I see you
a moment?

Excuse me.

What is it?

Your friend, Higgins.
My phone.

Says it's an emergency.

T.C.?

Right. I got it.
I'm checking on it now.

Oh, by the way,
any change?

Well, let me know, okay? Yeah.

The guys we caught
are from San Diego. Professional thieves.

Yeah, so what?
They're in jail.

But they didn't arrive
in Honolulu till noon, yesterday.

Then they couldn't have
been the guys that broke into the estate.

And shot Apollo.

That means
there could be others onboard.

Looks that way.
Let's go.

The plot thickens, eh, boys?

We're gonna need a doctor.

CAPTAlN: All Thieves on Deck,
Book Two, by Captain James T. Lyle.

After an exhaustive
all night search,

the weary private
investigator, Timothy Mandan

and his able sidekick,
R.C.,

were unable to find
the missing jade goddess.

Meanwhile, his other friend,
Dick, and the Princess barely clung to life.

Perhaps the punishment
by the gods

for their brief,
but illicitly torrid

affair.

That's garbage!
Look, I swear she had nothing to do with it.

All we did is talk.

Rick, the spiked champagne
came from her bottle.

Thomas, why would she
poison herself?

I don't know.

I mean, I'd like
to ask her myself

except the doc says
she's too weak to talk.

Or she's pretending
to be too weak to talk.

When's the last time
you saw Phillipe?

Who, that jerk
that married her for her title?

He was here all last night,
he just left.

Probably celebrating.

Yeah, celebrating ashore.

Or maybe selling
the 'au makua.

Huh?

Hey, I tailed him
to his cabin,

he went inside,
so I left him there.

Why?

Well, I'm betting my money
on this Danny Frye guy.

I decided
to follow him around.

And?

And he was holed-up
writing all morning.

So, then I went back
to check on Phillipe.

The cruise director said
he was gone ashore.

Great. I knew it.

Said he was going
to get some medicine for his wife.

(SCOFFS)

Medicine? There's
a whole infirmary here full of medicine.

I'm going to find him.

I'm with you.

T.C., I think it's better
if you stay here with Rick and keep looking.

And can you try
calling Higgins

to see if any of his
royalty connections

can confirm the Countess
and her husband?

(SNAPS FlNGERS)

Hey, while you're at it,

can you see
if he can reach Robin about Danny Frye?

If he's as hot a writer
as he says he is, maybe he's heard of him.

I don't trust that guy,
either. Mmm-hmm.

CAPTAlN: Any leads?

Possibly.

Swell. What can I do to help?
You need a partner?

Well, you can call the police,
have them watch the airport and the boat basins.

See, I think
the 'au makua is on shore.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

Just make sure
the Countess stays put.

The doctor, um...

(CLEARS THROAT)

The doctor says you're
going to live, you know.

MAGNUM: I know
what you're thinking. Things looked horrible.

But this time, you're wrong.

That's because it was obvious
I was dealing with a rank amateur.

First of all, Phillipe didn't
cover his tracks very well.

No double or triple
switches of taxis.

So the one guy who
picked him up knew exactly where he dropped him off.

I figured he was
probably inside right now

fencing the 'au makua
to some bozo for probably about half-price.

The big questions in my mind
were whether he was going to

come back to the ship
for his wife or not,

and whether the Countess
was really poisoned,

or was she just
part of the act.

Somehow, I figured I'd better
ask him that myself.

Well, I guess you were right.

Things did look horrible.

Poor, dumb Phillipe
was probably double-crossed by his fence.

Unless...

CAPTAlN:
She's got to be onboard.

She was just checked back in
45 minutes ago.

MAGNUM: We'll split up
and find her.

This is one big boat.

CAPTAlN: Ship.
MAGNUM: Ship.

Whatever. It's gonna
take us all day.

Besides, what makes you think
it was Peggy?

Bad habits
are hard to break.

WOMAN 1: And the next number
is I-17.

WOMAN 2: Bingo!

(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)

Hey, how's it going?
You know, I was wondering if...

Hey. Don't ever interrupt
a writer. Ever.

Oh, yeah, right.

Plying me with
expensive champagne

will not make the
slightest bit of difference, Phillip.

I still want a divorce.

PHILLIP: Will you
excuse us, Woodley?

(MAGNUM CALLlNG)

PHILLIP: Till death
us do part, Jackie.

JACKIE: Please, don't leave
out the "love and cherish, " either.

What a pathetic,
hollow joke this has become.

Hi, Peggy.

Hi.

I am going to take you
for everything you have, Phillip.

I love these old movies,
too.

Yeah, they're great.
Romance, adventure, mystery.

(SHUSHlNG)

Damn. Where is it?

What, your gum?
Yeah.

Well, how about
a smoke instead?

I don't smoke.
Ah.

I didn't do it.

Come on, quiet.

(WHlSPERlNG) Do what?

(WHlSPERlNG)
Don't play games.

Okay, I did
start smoking again, but I didn't kill Phillipe.

Well, you were
obviously there.

What were you doing?

I had this hunch that
Phillipe and the Countess stole the 'au makua.

I just wanted
to get it back.

For the people.

That's beside the point.
I don't have it.

Shut up!

Okay. Okay, let's just say
I believe you,

what made you think
it was them?

They were practically
salivating over it in the display room.

Well, so were you.
What happened in the house?

Well, I was outside,
about to go in and confront the jerk,

when there was
a lot of shouting, and then there was this yell.

And then a second later
a car sped out the back way.

Did you get a look
at whoever was driving?

Uh-uh. It happened too fast.

(SlGHS)

Except it was a rental.
There was this big sticker.

Then you went in the house.

Philippe was dead and
the 'au makua was gone.

Why didn't you
call the police?

(LAUGHS) That should be
obvious, Thomas. I didn't want to be implicated.

Well, you're gonna
have to talk to them now.

Do I have to?
Yes! Go!

JACKIE: I want out!

PHILLIP: Never!

You will suffer
like I have suffered.

You are a fool.
A bitter, spiteful, petty, little fool.

And you, my dear,
are a tramp!

(EXCLAlMS)

(LAUGHS)

I think I believe you.

You do?

But you're still going to
have to talk to the police.

Will you come with me?

No. There's somebody
I have to talk to first.

Who?

A very good actress.

CAPTAIN: Under ruthless
but brilliant questioning

by the famed
private investigator, Timothy Mandan,

the bogus Princess
confessed to the theft of the priceless jade goddess.

But who killed
her charlatan husband and then stole it from him?

That was the next mystery
facing Mandan and his stalwart cohorts.

The problem was,
there were still about 600 suspects.

(WHlSTLlNG)

CAPTAIN: To be continued.

(TYPING)

Higgins, I got your message.
Why did you come?

I'm going to attempt to do
what you have so miserably failed at.

I'm going to find
the 'au makua.

What about Apollo?
What about the Governor's conference?

My duty is here.
Well, so is mine.

And it seems like everybody
onboard's taken a crack at stealing that thing.

Perhaps because they realize
who is guarding it, or was guarding it.

Or perhaps because it's worth
more than 20 grand.

Nonsense.
It was appraised.

Now, I spoke to Mr. Masters,
who had never heard of an up-and-coming novelist

named Danny Frye.
I think he's our man.

Now, wait a second, Higgins.
Just because a guy is not who he says he is

does not mean he's our man.

You have to operate
from hard evidence. Like me.

And just what is
your hard evidence?

Peggy Armbrister,
the lady archeologist that I told you about,

described the getaway car
as a rental.

A rental car
from the same company that

the cruise director
booked for Danny Frye this very morning.

That all fits.
I know that.

What?
How can you know that? How can you know that?

You evidence
is circumstantial. Mine is concrete.

Yes, but I have evidence
that may be somewhat more empirical

than your concrete.

What? What is your evidence?
How did you get it?

From Apollo.

Apollo?

A small piece of human skin
was found embedded in his claws.

There was more in his fangs.

It will be interesting to see
how Frye's matches up to that.

He was wearing a Band-Aid.

Well, then,
please direct me to him.

How is Apollo?

He's presently in lCU.

He was right here.

Pretty awful stuff,
huh?

Yeah.
Real awful.

My God, man.
The murky meanderings

of an erstwhile novelist
are totally irrelevant.

No. Not irrelevant at all.

What's it say?

"Bye, suckers.
See you in Argentina."

You have failed.
Inexorably, unquestionably, and ignobly failed.

Will you relax, Higgins?
Can we try and think of this as a temporary setback?

I knew it.
I knew it was him.

Because it is most obviously
a permanent setback.

Why? Higgins, l...

We have already caught
three sets of thieves.

We're on a roll.
We'll get this guy.

I doubt Mr. Masters
would finance an excursion to Buenos Aires.

As a matter of fact,
with the loss of the 'au makua,

not to mention
the loss of face on the part of Mr. Masters,

I wonder if he'll further
finance your future sponging off his good graces.

All right, Higgins,
that's enough!

I know you're upset,
I know you've got your mind on other things...

The only thing on my mind
is my duty.

Thomas. Higgins.

Let's keep some perspective
on this.

What I am trying to say
is I don't think Danny Frye went to Argentina.

Will you tell him that?

Why?

Why? I'll tell you why.
It's real simple.

Why, if Danny already had
the 'au makua,

after murdering
Phillipe Dumont,

would he sneak back onboard
and leave us a nice public little note

saying he went off
to South America?

Because he's crazy.

Or maybe he doesn't want us
to look for him here.

Now, where would you go
if you were in absolute total jeopardy aboard this ship?

Lifeboats.

No, that's too obvious.

At any rate,
they are all open.

Not the launch.

$10,000 if you say
you never saw me.

A piece?

Well, make it 15. That'll be
five for each one of you.

Oh, that wouldn't leave you
much of a profit margin, Danny.

I mean, after all,
the little guy's only worth 20 grand, right?

Well, there's always
sentimental value.

Oh, I don't think so.
Maybe for Peggy Armbrister it was.

But somehow I think
those pros from San Diego and you

didn't quite have
that heart of gold.

You left out
Phillipe and the Countess.

Well, they've been seeing
too many movies. Like The Maltese Falcon.

Yeah, with Humphrey Bogart,
Mary Astor, Peter Lorre,

Sydney Greenstreet, Barton...
T.C., please.

And a fake statuette with
a whole lot of precious gems painted over.

Except in the end
it was fake.

Right. Oh,
here come the police, now.

Ow!

Just kidding.

Well, let's see
if it matches.

Matches what?

Where the Doberman
clawed you.

What Doberman?
I've got an ingrown hair and it got infected...

He's lying.

Maybe Apollo bit him
somewhere else.

Well, it doesn't matter now.

Well done, Magnum.

Thank you.

My God! Have you
lost your mind?

Maybe.

I think I want my lawyer.

Espionage?
Uh-huh.

HlGGlNS: ClA? KGB?

T.C.: Maybe
it's atomic secrets.

They're toys.

You killed a man
for some toy robots?

Ah. Industrial espionage.

The toy industry
is one of the most competitive in the world.

MAN: That's real true.

And those negatives
belong to me. He stole them.

Top-secret designs
for our Christmas line.

And I want them back, Magnum.
So, hand them over.

Now!

Don't move
or I'll shoot.

How am I doing?

Not great.

All righty.
Nice and easy, everybody.

Russell, get the negatives.
Let's move it out.

Not so fast, toots.

(PEGGY EXCLAlMlNG)

You destroyed it!

(SCREAMlNG)

Help! Help!

Well, do something.
I can't swim!

Then you shouldn't have
jumped!

Don't you understand?

(DANNY SCREAMlNG)

Help me!

CAPTAIN: And so
the final mystery of the illusive jade goddess

(TYPING)
was now over.

And there was only one
loose end for the intrepid Timothy Mandan to wrap up.

Actually, several.

MAGNUM: I guess
I owe you an apology

I mean, I know
things haven't been that great between us.

But I'd kind of like
to get off to a new start, you know.

And maybe
by us working together, we've got a shot at it.

You know, you get a clue,
then I get a clue and bam.

We got them.

You know,

it's funny.

It is really funny
how something

that appears to be
so complex to everybody else, can really be so simple.

Especially when you understand
good old-fashioned deduction.

Like, for instance,
me figuring out the 'au makua was a fake.

You know, all that
King Kamehameha stuff,

was nothing but
an out and out fabrication

told to Robin
by that pawnbroker in Hong Kong.

I mean, come on.

Come on, I mean, the guy
who sold it to him, the guy who was killed,

was really working
for Danny Frye,

who himself was working
for a rival toy company.

So, it was obvious

that he photographed
the toy designs,

put the film
in the fake 'au makua,

and was about to
deliver it to Danny Frye, when he was shot.

By Russell. Only his name
wasn't Russell.

But he's the guy
who broke in here... That's another story.

Anyway.

I got him.

Glad you made it, pal.

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