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She's had the run
of the estate.

When does she plan
to finish her epic?

Some writers
take years.

Winston,
after you drop us
in Hong Kong,

could you go
to Switzerland?

With pleasure.

You've read Betty's
unfinished work?

Did she
ask my permission
to be her hero?

Russell Smythe died
an hour ago,
unknown cause.

Your lady has wandered
too near the edge
of the truth.

Thomas, get out of the car!

Thomas!

Twelve seconds
to touch down.

And by the way,
Sabre,

for security reasons,
we'll be landing
on your private strip.

Twelve seconds. Check.

Is the car ready?

Right here, sir.

Leaving now to collect you
at the ramp.

Welcome home.

May I
take that, sir?

Did you have
a pleasant flight?

The close
of another case,
sir?

No, I'm afraid not.

Why isn't it the end
of the case?

Everyone's dead.

Well, I know that,

but I can't wipe out
all the bad guys,

when I'm only on chapter two.

Miss Windom?

The electric typewriter
you ordered,

the rental company
just delivered it.

Oh, thank you, Higgins.

And thank you
for being so helpful.

I know I've been a pain,

but I just got to try anything
to get on a roll.

Miss Windom,
we've all experienced

the frustration of
the writer's block syndrome.

Yes, I recall once
sitting for days,

searching for just
the right superlatives

to describe one
Major Reginald Weddington.

You see, "Humpy" Weddington
had overcome great adversity

in his quest to be an officer.

He was very short,
very rotund,

and he had lost his left ear
in a freak rugby accident.

Well...

Betty.

What's going on?

No. No.

Not my house.

Thomas, wait a minute,
please.

It's just
for a couple of days.

Higgins!

Higgins,
where do you
draw the line?

For a week, she's had
the run of the estate,

she's had the Ferrari,
and now she wants my...

She wants the total seclusion

that Mr. Masters'
guest house offers.

And since
Mr. Masters wishes her
to have every consideration

until her novel
is completed...

And when does she plan
to finish her epic?

I'm sure
I've no idea.

Some writers take years
to complete
their maiden effort.

Years!

What, Robin's just gonna
let her move in here

and abuse his hospitality
indefinitely?

There are precedents
for such presumptions.

Magnum,
please collect
your things

and come
to the main house
immediately.

I've prepared you
a very nice room
with a magnificent view.

View? I don't want a view!
I just want my...

Higgins!

Magnum will finish his tantrum
and be out of your way
shortly, Miss Windom.

Good writing.

Higgins!

Thomas, please try
to understand.

I have to be alone
to concentrate.

I understand, Betty.

Excuse me.

You're welcome to whatever
is in the refrigerator.

I'm eating on the run
right now, anyway.

Oh, right. The case.
Tell me about it. Is it fun?

Fun? No.

It's just a dull,
routine insurance job.

Russell Smythe,
my seventh hit-and-run
this year.

I go to the hospital
one more time,

I ask him
a few more questions

and then he gets
his insurance check.

Doesn't that
sound exciting?

That's it?

What about
the hit-and-run driver?

I am having someone
check on the car

but we don't have much
to go on.

Rick's working
on it, right?

Is it true

that you don't work
on a case without his
and T.C.'s help?

Rick sort of softly
blew that information

in my ear
when he asked me out.

What's the ID on the car?

Gray. That's it.

And that's why
we're not going
to find it.

And speaking of cars,

the one I am renting
is eating up most
of my meager fee.

I don't suppose,

since you're going
to be cloistered here
working in my house,

that the Ferrari is free, hmm?

Well, I was just about
to go for a drive.

You know, just sensing
that car's power

and the breeze
in my face and...

It really helps me to think.

Do you know
the sensation I mean?

I used to.

Goodbye, Betty.

Oh, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait!

I've got it!

Why don't I come with you
and we can both use the car?

No.

Not this trip, Collette.

You know
how deceptively dangerous

these little
insurance cases can be.

I'll call you from Rome.

Good luck.

And be careful.

Sebastian

succumbed

to the smooth,

sensuous

bite of the sherry

as he mused the mystery
of the Hans Leopold case.

As the balmy sea breeze
bathed his thoughts,

one truth washed
crystal clean in his mind.

Interpol, the vast
police force of Europe,

only called him in
on special situations.

And a case
with the Interpol code name
"Insurance Claim"

was always very special.

On through the shadows
of the South Sea sun,

the trio sped to the airport.

Boris, the devoted manservant,

Winston, the cavalier comrade
and pilot,

and Sebastian Sabre,
international investigator
at large.

This Hans Leopold case,

isn't it a bit pedestrian
for you, Sabre?

A man's hands singed
by a laser gun

from a passing car
on the streets of Brussels?

Hans Leopold is...

Was the most renowned
diamond cutter
in all of Europe, Winston.

Interpol wants to know
why someone would
go to the trouble

of destroying Hans' hands
without harming him otherwise.

So do I.

Sabre Two.

Yes, one moment.

It's Mr. Swift, sir,
calling from Monte Carlo.

Sebastian always
welcomed calls
from his friend and confidant,

the luck-laden libertine
and lord of the gaming tables.

Swift,
how's your luck running?

Oh, excellent.

I've a Middle Eastern princess
supplying my chips.

And I have the information
that you needed, Sebastian.

A printout
of every license number
of every car in Brussels.

I'll telex it to you.

No, it could be intercepted.

After Winston
drops me in Rome,

he can hop over
to Monaco and pick it up.

Gladly.

Monique will be happy
to see me.

Then I'll leave it
at the desk
at the Hotel LeMeur.

I have to be
in Switzerland tonight.

High-stakes poker
with some bankers.

Thanks for the help, Swift.

I just need
the one car
in Brussels

that will confirm
my theory, Winston,

that Hans Leopold was attacked
by a diamond theft syndicate,

or by one man

with a syndicate's power.

Sir, am I reading
your thoughts?

King Solomon?

Yes, Boris.

And this time I won't quit
until I know who he is.

I'm meeting
Inspector Vittorio Romano
of Interpol

at the hospital in Rome,

to interview Hans.

Sir, you won't
want to be in Italy
without the Ferrari.

Shall I
Air Express it?

No. Collette needs it.

And you need Collette.

Why didn't you let her
come along?

Winston,
she's writing, okay?

No, she's not.

Lunch break.

Working insurance jobs
like the Russell Smythe case

always made me feel
more like a pencil pusher

than a private investigator,

but I hadn't been
totally honest with Betty

when I referred
to this one
as just routine.

It was the same
as all the others
on the surface,

but I had a feeling
that there was
some unexplored scene

in this little drama.

I'd already had two visits
with Russell at the hospital,

but the feeling
was strong enough

to ask for
one more meeting
with the victim,

the insurance guy, Dan Morgan,
and a large supporting cast.

Oh, come on,
what's going on, Morgan?
Why is this PI hassling me?

Look, no one's
hassling you, Russell.

Thomas just felt
there were
a few more questions

to be asked,
I guess.

Look, Russell,
surely you must remember

something more
about the car
that hit you.

It was a gray sedan,
all right?
Gray. That's it.

Gray. Just like
I'm gonna be

by the time I get
this insurance check.

Aren't you a little
overly anxious
to get paid, Mr. Smythe?

Betty, what are you
doing here?

Well, I was just on a break

and I thought I might meet you
and we'll have a little lunch.

Who's she?

Would you mind
waiting outside,
please?

Sure.

There's just one question,
Mr. Smythe.

Are you certain
that there is no one

that might deliberately
try to run you over?

You're right, lady.
You're right.

See, I'm in a very
dangerous business.

I run a deli!

Some guy comes in
and asks for mayo,

I give him Thousand Island
on his turkey

and he puts a contract
out on my life!

Come on! Come on,
give me a break!

I have never heard
of King Solomon!

Hans, please,
you must cooperate.

Sebastian and Interpol
have been working for years

to learn King Solomon's
true identity.

Inspector Romano,
I'm sorry

but I have nothing more
to say to you.

Are you certain, Hans?

I've traced the license number
of a gray sedan in Brussels

to the Worldex
Import Export Company.

The same concern

that was implicated
in an earlier search
for King Solomon,

when he eluded me.

Hans, did the laser shots
that hurt your hands

come from a gray sedan?

I don't know.

But if you're trying
to imply that I would
cut stolen diamonds

for the world's
most infamous
jewel thief,

no.

I thought you said
you'd never heard
of King Solomon.

Collette.

Oh, please don't be angry
with me, darling.

I felt that you needed me.

Hans, did the King
have your hands destroyed

to warn you
to stay silent
about his identity?

Would you please stop this?

The burning
of Hans' hands
was an accident.

Can you not let me
return to Belgium?

Have I not suffered enough?

Release him, Vittorio.

Just one more
question, Hans.

You are a lifelong resident
of Belgium, correct?

Ja, of course.

Then why do you have
a German accent?

It's questions like that,
that can get us sued.

I said
I was sorry, Dan.

I didn't know Betty
was going to show up

but she did ask
a valid question.

Valid? Thomas,
what's got into you?

Why have you picked this case
to pull a cloak-and-dagger
routine on me?

I don't know, Dan,
there's something...

Not right. I know.
You told me.

Look, would you just see
his doctor and lawyer
and get all the papers signed,

so I can issue
Russell's check?

Then decide
what's not right.

Yeah, I'll see him
this afternoon.

Without the lady detective,
please?

Right.

Hey,
ready for lunch?

I saw this cute little place
on the way over here.

I want to tell you
my theory on Russell.

Betty, no.
You've helped me
enough, okay?

But I've already...
Go home. Write. Please.

What are you doing?

Thomas!

Thomas, get out
of the car!

Stop it!
What are you doing?
Stop!

Thomas, get out
of the car!

What are you doing?

Thomas! Thomas! Oh, my God!

Thomas! Thomas!

Stop it!

Thomas.

Thomas.

Thomas, are you okay?

Hey, Thomas, Betty, whoever.
It's Rick, Thomas.

Hey look, forget about
finding the backhoe.

There's too many
on the island to trace.

Ditto on the gray sedans.

And, Betty...
Well, I called earlier

to see if you'd
changed your mind
about dinner,

but Higgins told me
that you were staying over
at Thomas' place, so...

Hey, kids, no hard feelings
on this end, okay?

You guys have fun. See you.

Kiss of the Sabre
by Phillip Davy?

Phillip Davy?

Do you know
what time it is?

It's 9:00 a.m.,
Phillip Davy.

Robin said
a mystery-adventure
authoress

can't make it
unless she uses

some dumb masculine
pen name.

Betty, no writer,
under any name,
can make it,

unless they write something.

I worked until after 3:00.

And what about investigators?

You should be at the hospital
confronting Russell.

Thomas, it's obvious
he tried to have
somebody kill you

because he's afraid
that you'll find out
he's faking his injuries.

Russell is not faking it.

Then who turned
your subcompact
into a sub subcompact?

I don't know!

And I can't find out
until I wrap up
Russell's case.

And I can't do that
without transportation.

So, Betty, please, please.
Could I have the keys
to my car?

Fine, no problem.
As long as you take me
with you.

Why? It's going to be
a long, boring day.

Looking for
a killer backhoe
isn't boring.

Now, now, Betty, come on.
Now, wait a minute.

I am going to lunch
with Russell's attorney

and then I have to get him
to sign some paperwork.

Then I'm going
to see his doctor.
More paperwork.

No killer backhoe,
okay?

I promise I won't
get in your way.

I'll just spend
my time writing

and I'll be there
if you need my help.

No. No.

You were enough help
for me yesterday.

Now, you can call Higgins,
you can even call Robin,

but I am leaving here
by myself,
in that car, now.

So just give me
my keys, okay?

Clumsy Phillip.

I'll drive.

And don't take time
to pack, Collette.

We'll grab you
a wardrobe in Paris.

Collette was ecstatic
when Sebastian decided
to let her stay with him.

They lounged in the Lear
high above the Atlantic.

Silence filled
the infinite space
of sea and sky,

save for the soft caress
of wind across the wings

and the tinkling
of two glasses.

Collette, these people
that I'm questioning

about the Leopold affair.

Some of them know me.

They might speak
more freely

if you saw them alone.

I'll have
the King's identity
this time,

whatever the cost.

As we're en route
to Paris, sir,

I've taken the liberty
of preparing a lunch

of Canard a I'orange,
�pinards au jus,
and Gratin dauphinois.

I hope you'll find it
to your liking.

Oh, yes, Boris...

I'm sorry.

I should have told you
we're lunching
on the Champs �lys�es,

with Jacques Arnot,
Hans Leopold's attorney.

Very good, sir.
Not to worry.

The Dobermans
will enjoy
this little lunch.

Jacques Arnot?

Surely you don't
suspect him?

Being the most successful
attorney in the free world,

would make
an excellent cover.

Yes, even the great
Jacques Arnot is suspect.

My client
is totally disabled,
Mr. Magnum.

He's lucky if he ever walks
again, much less works.

Mr. Meeder, if you will just
give me your signature

verifying that
you have given me
all the facts on the case

as you know them, and then
I'll talk to Dr. Su.

All right. Where's my pen?
Wait a minute, I know
it's in here somewhere.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
What facts did he give you?

All you said was that
Russell was due the maximum
on his accident policy

and some doctor
would verity it.

Bill Su. I...

I've worked with him
on cases before.

So there's just
one doctor involved?

Shouldn't we get
a second opinion?
Betty, you promised!

Yeah, but if you're
just going to sit there

and let the insurance company
get taken for a ride...

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Wait a minute!

I don't think
I like your insinuation there,
Miss Windom.

No, Mr. Meeder,
wait a minute.

Betty doesn't understand.
She...

Betty understands perfectly.

I have seen
your television commercials,
Mr. Meeder.

"Insurance claims
our specialty."

So you want to be sure
you get what you can

because you get a percentage
of what you collect, right?

Betty!

That's it!
Everybody
gets paid.

You, the hospital,
the doctor...

Okay, that's it,
that's it. Over.
That's all, it's over.

No! Wait!
Now, wait a minute.

You...
No. Oh, no.

No, no, I'm gonna tell
Dan Morgan I've got grounds
for a slander suit.

You can't hold
Superior Mutual
responsible for Betty's...

I can sure
as hell try.

She made
slanderous remarks
on their behalf.

Jacques, please,
come back, sit down.

Monsieur,
how dare she imply

that I,
Jacques Arnot,

would be involved
in such a plot.

Well, Collette may be
a wonderful warrior
of a woman,

but she is
not always
a diplomat.

I simply suggested
that perhaps Hans' hands

were not
burned at all,
Jacques.

Mademoiselle Collette, please.

What would be there
to gain in such a charade?

Hans is a diamond cutter.

His hands are his fortune.

Exactly.

And if the world believed

that those gifted fingers
were destroyed,

then he could have
a much greater fortune,

secretly cutting
stolen diamonds
for King Solomon.

Forgive me,
mademoiselle,

but that
is a ridiculous theory.

Ridiculous.

Then I suppose
you'll have
no objection

to our having
another doctor
examine Hans' hands?

Easy, Collette, darling.

Hans Leopold
is a patient
of Dr. Ling.

The famous Dr. Ling?

You think he could
be King Solomon?

He certainly becomes
the most likely candidate.

Winston,
after you drop us
in Hong Kong,

could you go
to Switzerland
for Swift?

I may need him.

With pleasure.

I failed to thank Madge
the last time I visited her.

Collette, Ling and I
are old adversaries.

He'll say nothing
in front of me.

So, he's the one
that you want me
to see alone?

You know he's
a practicing degenerate.

The stories of what
he's done to women...

But it's worth the risk,

if that's what
you need from me.

Spinal injuries
are common in this kind
of situation.

If you will look right here,
at the three lower vertebrae,

there's pretty
severe damage.

Not really
enough left
to be operable.

Then there's
compound fracture
of the left femur

and multiple fractures
of metatarsals.

Bill, I have seen enough.
Russell is a total...

If you could just sign
this stuff for me?

Sure. Excuse me.

I told you I should have
talked to him alone.

This is getting us nowhere.

You know,
I find these X-rays
really fascinating.

Can they
be retouched?

I suppose
it's possible.

But believe me,
these breaks are real.

I had to set
every one of them.

Right.

So I suppose other doctors
have examined them also?

Excuse me.
I have another patient.

Thanks, Bill.

What? What'd I say?
Wait! Wait, wait, wait.

I was just trying
to find out
whether or not someone

Could alter X-rays,
that's all.

Betty, I have had it.

You're going home
so that I can finish
this investigation.

What investigation?

What did they
hire you for, anyway?

Any insurance man
could do what you're doing.

Thomas...

What?

Aren't you
forgetting something?

Don't you remember
Russell tried to kill you?

Your lady

has wandered too near
the edge of the truth, Sabre.

Dispense with him.

But take the girl
to my operating room.

Stop!

Or I'll punch you
in the square root of 18

and you all become targets
for heat-seeking missiles.

Sebastian!

Drop your ingenious abacus,
Mr. Sabre.

Here's one
for you, Swift.

And this one's mine.

Wow.

Lucky I had a tailwind
from Switzerland.

Check.

What happened to Ling?

He escaped through
a secret panel
in the ceiling.

Never mind.
More important
we return to Brussels.

Hans Leopold's life
could be in danger.

Brussels. Winston,
Micheline and Helga
will be pleased to see us.

Lunch for five
on the jet, sir?

Haven't we already
had lunch?

No. You decided
you didn't want to.

I am starving.

There wasn't time.

I spent an hour
convincing Ronnie Meeder
not to sue

and another hour
coming down here
to the hospital.

Now, maybe
we can have dinner,

if you wait for me
in the car.

That's not fair.

It was my idea
that we come back
and talk to him.

Not we, I.

I am going in there
to see Russell

because you have me
halfway convinced
that he's faking it.

But you are going
to wait right here...

Thomas, what are you
doing here?

Didn't you get my message?

What message? I was going
to your office after...
Never mind.

Just don't do any more
on the investigation, okay?

And don't go inside.
Ronnie Meeder's in there

and I have enough troubles
without him seeing
you two again.

Dan, now, wait a minute.
I straightened things out
with Meeder.

Thomas, Russell Smythe
died an hour ago.

Cause unknown.

Bill's gonna do
an autopsy.

It was
a blood clot in his lung.

Bills says that
just happens sometimes
with serious injuries.

I wanna go to bed.

Oh, that's it?
You're just gonna drop it?

You're not gonna try
to find out which one of
those men tried to kill you?

Betty, when do you stop?

You were wrong.

Nobody involved
with Russell
tried to kill me

And Russell definitely
wasn't faking it.

Hi, lovebirds.

Thomas,
for what it's worth,
a friend on the dock says

a gray '83 Buick with minor
fender damage got shipped
to Maui yesterday.

Registered owner,
Donna Jenkins,

and, by the way,
we need to discuss our deal
on this job, right?

Call me.

See? Is that fate,
or what?

Just when
you're ready
to quit,

you get a big lead
on the gray sedan.

Right. I always knew
Donna Jenkins was our girl,

whoever she may be.

Now, Betty, please,
once and for all,
just drop it.

The case is closed,
okay?

No, it isn't.
Not for me, it isn't.

Look, just because
Russell died,

doesn't mean
that the doctor
and the attorney

couldn't be running
some sort of scam!
No!

Now, I've known
Bill Su for years.

He's a reputable doctor.

That's one opinion,
Thomas!

If you'd have listened to me
and let me talk to him alone,

we would know for sure,
wouldn't we?

Good night, Betty.

Would you just wait.
Thomas, please, wait.

Just wait a minute,
please?
Wait, just wait.

Did you ever
get a chance
to eat?

I mean, since I've taken over
your kitchen and everything,

the least I can do
is fix us dinner.

I'm not very hungry
but thank you.

It was a deeply dejected
Sebastian,

who sat
in the sensuous
morning sun,

on the patio
of the Sabre's Scabbard.

Few had ever witnessed
the strong and secure
Sebastian Sabre

in self-exile,
on a Ionely desolate island
of defeat.

Mr. Sabre?

It's Crepes Italian, sir.
Your favorite breakfast.

What?

Oh, yes, Boris, thank you,

but I seem to have lost
my appetite.

Borie baby.

Why don't you tell us
another one
of your wonderful stories?

Sebastian always
finds them amusing.

Yes, Mr. Sabre.

Let me tell you
about the uniquely
bizarre episode

I experienced while the valet
of Prince Abdul Ben Assar.

The Prince discovered
his favorite wife
had taken a lover

and ordered me
to personally execute
the rake...

Boris.

I've heard that one.

I do find it very funny,
but not now.

Sebastian, please,
the Leopold case is over.

You must forget it.

I can't. I'm responsible
for Hans' death, Winston.

I should have realized
Dr. Ling would silence him

the moment we came
too close to the truth.

Leopold died
of a blood disease,
the results of his burns.

Do you really believe
a doctor of Ling's competence

could overlook
a simple blood disease?

Sabre's Scabbard.

One moment.

A call sure
to cheer you, sir.

Mr. Swift.
He's back
in Monte Carlo.

Sebastian, good news.

I have some
interesting information
regarding the Leopold case.

However, before we go
any further...

Oh, this is so embarrassing.

My luck has seemed
to have left me
in the last few hours.

Swift, please, I'll wire you
$50,000 immediately.

You're too generous,
Sebastian.

Dr. Ling, Jacques Arnot
and Hans Leopold
all own stock

in Worldex
Import Export Company.

And the gray Mercedes
that you found
registered to Worldex

is actually the personal car
of one Eva Leopold.

Hans' wife?

The same.

I have to get back
to the game now, Sebastian.

Thanks for the 50.

That's why
I could never
catch the King.

Winston,
we're going back
to Rome.

Boris,
get me Vittorio
at Interpol,

and then call Collette
and tell her we leave
in ten minutes.

What's the matter?

We didn't know
how to tell you, sir,

in your depressed state.

Sebastian,
Collette took a flight
to Hong Kong this morning.

Apparently,
she's investigating
on her own.

Collette was right.

The access code
to Dr. Ling's computer
was King Solomon.

Then suddenly,
there was what she needed.

Secret data
on the diabolical doctor.

Forty three jewel thieves,
all acquitted
on medical grounds,

all his patients
and all defended
by Jacques Arnot.

Then came
Ling's financial records.

There were no less
than seven
diamond companies

that he, Jacques Arnot,
and Hans Leopold
jointly owned.

But which one of them
is the King?

All of them.

Sebastian, Vittorio.

The King
isn't one man,
Collette.

It's the code name
for an entire
jewel theft ring.

Ling, Arnot,
hundreds of others.

Even Hans Leopold
before they killed him.

Hans is not dead,
Mr. Sabre.

Marcello! Angelo!
Arrest them!

Yes, Inspector.

There are many,
even at Interpol,
who are with us.

So my theory was correct.

Hans' hands were not burned.

Destroy the hands
of the world's
most famous diamond cutter?

No, mademoiselle.

We simply had Hans' wife
shoot a harmless beam at them.

And you, so close
to discovering the secret,

he had to die.

So unfortunately
for you three,

death will not be
such a lucrative charade.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute,
wait a minute.

If Hans can be alive,

why can't Russell?

Russell?

Must I post
a note on the door?

You no longer
live here.

Higgins,
it makes sense.

I mean,
it's a little far-fetched,
but basically she's right.

You've read Betty's
unfinished work?

Did she give you permission?

Did she ask my permission
to be her hero and lover?

Is something going on
of which I am unaware?

Higgins, where's Betty?

She asked for the keys
to the Audi
early this morning.

Magnum.

Read Kiss of the Sabre.
It's self-explanatory.

A mystery novel?
That's why you got me
down here?

That's your big emergency?

Dan, I didn't have time
to come by your office.

I wanted to get here
before Betty did.

Oh, and before she got done in
by the evil Dr. Su, huh?

This girl's already
jeopardized your chances

of ever working
another case for us

and now you buy
this crazy story.

I don't want
to believe it either,
Dan, but it adds up.

Do you know
how many accident cases
Superior Mutual has had

where Bill Su
and Ronnie Meeder
were both involved?

Well, quite a few, I guess.

Over 50.

And all of them cut and dried,
just like Russell's.

And only one doctor
your company trusts
to verify injuries. Bill.

I see, so the whole hospital
is getting a kickback
with him, right?

No, no, not the top people.

But, yeah.
There could've been
enough orderlies and nurses

in on the scheme
to cover up the fake victims.

Dan, I just wanted
to give you a chance
to talk to Bill with me

before I call
the police, that's all.

Police?

Oh, come on,
wait a minute. Thomas.

You need some proof.

Proof?

Ronnie Meeder's
brother-in-law
owns a backhoe,

just like the one
that annihilated
my rental car.

And Donna Jenkins
just sent her damaged
gray sedan to Maui.

That's Russell's ex-wife.

And beneficiary.

Look, Dan,

I'm not looking forward
to this any more than you are,

but there is enough proof.

Nobody's looked forward
to it, Thomas.

We're really sorry
you had to find out.

But you have to understand,
we can't let you and Betty go.

This has been
a real good deal
for all of us

and nobody's
ever been hurt

but Superior Mutual Insurance,

up to now.

T. C: "Monique will be happy
to see me"?

How could Betty think of me

as a womanizing,
trigger-happy
clothes hound?

That's hardly
as offensive as finding
your dearest experiences

parodied as Boris'
amusing stories,

or finding yourself
caricatured as the servant

to the master
of Sabre's Scabbard.
Good God.

Well, I don't know
where she got the idea
for this Swift guy,

but he is terrific.

I mean, I can understand
why Robin is sold on her
as a writer.

This girl can really
turn a phrase.

Yes. In several
illiterated directions
simultaneously.

However, it's the content,
not the quality of her book
that currently concerns me.

No, come on, Higgins.

No way that junk
can be based
on anything serious enough

to cause any real problems.

Based on Magnum's reaction
to it, I have to disagree.

T.C., I think he's right.

There's all sorts
of stuff in here

straight from Thomas'
hit-and-run case.

Yes, and if Betty's naivet�
as an authoress

carries over
into her sleuthing,

there's every possibility
that somehow

she and Magnum
are living the jeopardy
of her final page.

Well, we better break
this plot down
or hope for some more clues.

Why bother?

I'll just go warm up the jet
and we'll hop over to Rome

and perform
our usual daring rescue.

T.C., please.

Betty has been gone
for over 24 hours,
Magnum for 18.

I think we must try
any possible avenue

that will determine
their whereabouts.

Maui's not
that hard to find.

This part is.

You're in
a very remote part
of the island

where nobody, I mean
nobody's gonna find you.

Or you, right, Russell?

Why don't you
lay off the subject

of my untimely death,
huh, Magnum?

Since you and your
meddlesome girlfriend here
are the cause of it.

Where's Bill and the others?
They just taking off
and leaving us to you?

No. No, see,
they're having a meeting.

DR. LING: For the purpose
of deciding your fate.

I'm sure my men
will enjoy cutting Mr. Sabre

into shark-sized bites,

and casting him
into the sea.

And Signorina Collette?

Collette,

I have a confession to make.

I was concerned
about your welfare and I...

I read your diary
on the way to Hong Kong.

You did
a beautiful job.

All the pieces
of the puzzle
were there,

and the things
you wrote about
us, well...

I never knew
I meant so much
to you.

Don't give up hope,
Collette.

Boris has the diary.

Let us just hope
that Collette was correct

about the secret passage
in Ling's roof.

Can we hit
that small a target?

It will be difficult
from 38,000 feet,

but not impossible
with Winston's
precise calculations.

Winston.

Yes, Swift?

How long before we go in?

T. C: We could roam
around here forever.

Do you know
how many houses
there are on Maui?

Not many with a backhoe
and a gray sedan outside.

Orville...

T.C., I know for a fact
that that backhoe
was shipped over here

and the gray sedan, too.

Why else but to hide them?

T.C., why are you
flying around
the southern tip?

I told you,
the tax appraiser's office
locates Dr. Su's cottage

somewhere in the north.

T. C: Will you just let me
do the flying?

T. C: This is crazy.
I am setting down
and calling the police.

And have them do what?

Read Kiss of the Sabre?

T.C., please, fly north.

Thanks, guys.
It really means a lot to us.

One minute, Thomas.

That's all we can give you.
I'm sorry.

Well, that's better
than nothing.

We just want
to say goodbye.

We really care
about each other.

Hey. Wait a minute.
Why are we leaving
these people alone?

They're not
going nowhere,
they're tied up. Come on.

Thank you.

All right, Betty,

I think you should know
that I have no great
heroic way

of getting us out of this.

I'm wide open
for suggestions.

What would
Sebastian Sabre do?

You read it?

Oh, my God,
I could die.
Yes, you could!

Oh, my God.
We could!

So will you use
that wild imagination

and help me think
of something to get us
out of this door safely.

A candle.

Sebastian would hold
his ropes over the flame

until they burned in two
and then he'd pretend
to still be tied up.

And then he would jump
all four of them,
when they came back in.

Betty, look around you.
Do you see a candle
anywhere in this room?

And only
the Sebastian Sabre

would be dumb enough
to jump four people
all by himself.

He's not dumb.
He's confident.
Criminals aren't.

Any man
with real self-confidence

could handle
four insecure killers.

Thomas, come on.
No more time.

Come on, Meeder,
you're an attorney.

What's the difference
between the penalties
for insurance rip-offs

and two counts
of murder one?

Oh, well,
don't think that we didn't
discuss that, Magnum.

We figure
we have to take the chance.

Dan, I mean,

I'm starting
to get a little scared.

You're not
double-crossing me,
are you?

What is he
talking about?

Beats the hell out of me.

You know,
there's a copy
of that statement

that goes to the police,
if I don't get back.

What statement?

My written statement
exposing this whole operation.

Dan bought my silence
in exchange for his promise

that I could
become a partner.

We just set up
this little trip

to reduce the size
of management.

Come on. Can't you see
he's winging it to stay alive?

Really? He sounds pretty
sure of himself

for a guy who's about
to be killed.

Nobody asked
for your opinion,
Russell.

Yeah, well,
I'm giving it, okay?

I mean, if you guys
had done away with him
with the backhoe

instead of just trying
to scare him...

Hey! Stop it.
Just get these two
in the car.

No, not until I figure
this statement thing out.

Russell,
there is no statement!

Damn it!
Stop flailing
that gun around.

Don't do it,
Russell.
Now, Russell...

Give me that gun
before you hurt...

Get it. Go on, get it!

Five, four, three, two one.

Good luck, Boris.

Oh, my God!

There it is, T.C.
There's the backhoe.

Chopper!

Let's get out
of here!

T. C: Thomas!

Lucky I got the tailwind
from Oahu.

Betty.

Rick's waiting.

All right, thanks.

I hope you know
that I wanted to take you
to the airport personally,

but I'm already late
for a meeting on a case.

Listen, I straightened
everybody out

about our...

You know,

our relationship.

Yeah. Yeah,
it was pretty funny
them thinking that we...

I mean,

we never even made it
to dinner.

You know,
I think Robin was right
about your talent.

I just...

I feel that you need to...

Try a different approach?

Right.

You know,
I was considering
a romance novel.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

What do you think
about the name

Collette Crystal?

Oh, it's okay.

I like Betty Windom
a lot better.

Why don't you
just start over

and write one in her name?

I gotta run.
Another insurance case.

And you know
how tricky

these little
insurance cases
can be.

Collette knew
that Sebastian was right.

The diary must be destroyed.

The King Solomon syndicate
was not finished,

only severed into pieces
by the Sabre's slash.

To have the diary in the hands
of the remaining Solomites

would be fatal
to all concerned.

It hurt to watch
her pages of passion
fight for their life

and die on the outgoing tide,

but it was
what Sebastian wanted.

And she never
refused him anything.