Go to the man, give him the money and get the information.
He tries to blackmail your grandmother with some information he has about you,
- and you say you know nothing about it? - Why are you doing this to me?
Is that you, Amy? Who's there? Who is it?
Magnum!
Morning, Higgins.
Your phone has been disconnected.
What?
Your phone has been disconnected!
Disconnected? I thought it was just out of order.
I checked with the phone company. It's been disconnected.
Why would they do that?
Usually because one doesn't pay one's phone bill.
- Well, I always pay my phone bill. - Always?
- Well, sometimes I'm a little late. - Aha!
But not this month.
Besides, what business is it of yours whether my phone is out of order?
It's not out of order. It's been disconnected.
And it makes no difference to me until I become your answering service.
Higgins.
I've taken dozens of calls from virtually every scoundrel on this island.
Higgins!
Including tasteless, provocative messages from your floozy girlfriends.
I don't have any floozy girlfriends.
Waiting this very moment on Robin's private line
is a woman who asked me to, and I quote,
"Tell that big hunk of a man to get his bod to the phone,
so I can breathe heavy."
That sounds like Agatha.
I don't care what her name is, Magnum.
- Oh, yes, you do. - No, I don't.
- Agatha? - Thomas.
How did you know it was me?
I didn't tell Higgins who was calling.
Just a lucky guess. What can I do for you?
Are you in the mood to visit an aging and tiresome woman?
Oh, I'd rather see you instead.
Oh, Thomas.
If only you'd been 20 years older,
or I'd been 20 years younger,
or both.
When do you want me?
This is disgusting!
Right, you got it. About an hour. Okay.
She wants to thank you for bringing me to the phone.
That is all.
I will not become a party to lascivious telephone calls
with disreputable women.
Higgins, that was Agatha Kimball.
Agatha Kimball?
As in King Kamehameha Club Agatha Kimball.
You just hung up on the nicest blind lady I know.
It's lovely.
You really think so? I thought you closed the door
because of all the sour notes that I've been hitting.
No. I was talking about your cologne --
the scent, it's lovely.
But your playing is lovely too.
Now you're being really sweet
because you know I'm getting to this passage with the octaves
and I've never once gotten through it.
It takes practice, Amy. It just takes practice.
Your father mastered the piano, and I'm sure that you will too.
It's in the Kimball blood.
Yes, I guess it is.
I think I'll go out in the garden for a while,
but please continue playing.
I'm sure I'll be able to hear you from out there.
Oh, Grandma! Grandma?
Stewart! Stewart!
Stewart! Oh, God.
It really made me happy to hear from Agatha this morning.
I hadn't talked to her in over a year,
so I was looking forward to seeing her again.
I was also looking forward to seeing Amy,
since I hadn't seen her in over a year either.
I know I put that ramp back there after I trimmed the flower beds.
Well, you just didn't get it back completely.
She could've killed herself.
I'm sorry, Mr. Crane, but I didn't know if I was responsible for that.
I'm very, very sorry.
Okay, we'll talk about it later.
- May I help you? - Yes, I'm here to see Agatha.
Well, I'm afraid she can't be disturbed right now.
Wait a minute. She called me.
Well, I'll tell her you came by, and maybe she'll get back to you, Mr., uh--
Magnum.
Stewart, who is it?
- Amy. - Tom.
- What are you doing here? - Agatha called me.
- She did? - Yeah.
- Hi. - Hi.
- When did she call you? - This morning.
After the accident?
What accident?
Well, her wheelchair went off a ramp and she fell.
Is she okay?
Amy, I don't think that we should--
I'm so sorry. I'm being very rude.
Thomas, this is my husband, Stewart Crane.
Stewart, Tom Magnum.
- How do you do? - Stewart.
I don't think we should disturb her. I think she needs her rest.
I think that Tom will be like a tonic for her.
Well, maybe you're right.
I, uh-- I have a few phone calls to make.
- Will you excuse me? - It was nice to meet you.
Nice meeting you.
- Husband? - Mm-hmm.
We were married six months ago.
Oh, congratulations, Amy.
I really think you mean that.
I do.
Agatha, this medication will help you sleep.
That's precisely why I'm not going to take it.
Maybe I can get her to take it, doctor.
Thomas.
Hi, Agatha. How you doing?
- Amy said you had a fall. - Oh, it was nothing.
You could have killed yourself.
The caretaker forgot to put the ramp all the way back.
That's all it was.
That's not the point.
I don't wanna hear any more about it.
Now, please, let's forget about it. I feel fine.
And I'd like everybody to leave this room...
except Thomas.
And shut the door.
He's a very pushy doctor.
I don't like pushy people. You know what I mean?
- How you doing? - Oh, you still got it.
I'm glad.
I thought maybe you might have shaved it off.
Agatha, did you just call me here to check my mustache?
No. I--
I'm in need of your services again, Thomas.
Does this have something to do with your fall?
No.
No, it's about Amy.
Yesterday morning I received a telephone call from a man
who said he had some "enlightening information about Amy."
And for the sum of $25,000 he would reveal the information to me...
and only to me.
That's all he said? Just "enlightening information?"
That's all.
So, I want you to go to the man,
give him the money and get the information.
Agatha, I think before you start throwing around 25 grand, we should--
I don't wanna argue about it.
If you don't wanna do it, I'll get somebody else, but I'd prefer you do it
because I know that I can trust you, Thomas Magnum.
Well, I'll do it, Agatha, but--
Thank you.
The money's in a envelope in my nightstand there.
I'll get it.
The instructions are in it.
And when you go to the man,
whatever he tells you, you keep to yourself.
Agatha, you know I wouldn't tell a soul except you.
I don't want you to tell even me.
I like my life the way it is. I don't want anything to change.
When my son ran out on Amy's mother all those years ago,
I thought I might never know the joy of my only grandchild.
And if it hadn't been for you being able to find Amy
and bringing us together after all those years--
I don't want anything to destroy what it took me so long to find.
So, you go to the man,
forget what he tells you...
and see that he never bothers me again.
You will, won't you, Thomas?
You know I will.
- Take care. - Mmm.
- Nice car. - Thanks, Mr. Crane.
Amy tells me you're responsible for uniting her with Agatha
after her parents died.
Well, I made a few phone calls.
Traced Amy to the mainland. Put Agatha in contact with her.
That's funny. She seems forever in your debt.
I never stop hearing about you.
Well, she needn't be. I did it as a favor to Agatha.
And ended up getting favors from Amy?
Mr. Crane, I always admired Amy's taste,
up till right now.
I'm not a threat to you, so don't come looking at me like I'm her long-lost lover.
I'm here at Agatha's request, not Amy's.
Uh, wait a minute. I--
I apologize. Uh--
I'm-- I'm a jealous husband.
I--
Amy's been acting a little strange recently,
and when I saw the two of you, I--
I'm sorry. I really am.
I guess we're all a little bit jumpy after Agatha's string of accidents.
What are you talking about? What string of accidents?
Weird things have been happening -- near misses with reckless drivers,
a couple of accidents with the wheelchair
and other peculiar little things.
Why would someone try and harm Agatha?
I don't know. I guess the obvious reason would be for her money.
Any ideas who might benefit most?
I guess the first in line would be Amy.
I wonder who the second person would be.
Yeah, good point.
The rendezvous was at the spot overlooking Hanauma Bay,
which is a place where royalty used to meet.
Times have changed a little.
Today, I was meeting a blackmailer.
I had been instructed by Agatha to carry the envelope in my left hand
and walk toward the wall.
It's terrific. It's just like in the movies.
You know Agatha Kimball?
She had an accident and couldn't come. I have the money.
- Let me see it. - First the information.
By the time I passed the truck, the guy was long gone.
And since there were four ways he could have gone,
I decided to give up on him and go back to the rendezvous point
to get an I.D. on the body.
I was a little late. I couldn't get an I.D.
But I remembered seeing the logo on the truck the guy was driving--
Fat Jack's.
Now if I could just stay one step ahead of the cops.
They're all creeps, Jackie. I'm sick of going out with creeps.
Then don't go out with creeps anymore. Get yourself a classy guy.
Guys like that don't wanna go out with fat girls like me.
Sure they do, 'cause you got inner beauty.
All you got to do is zero in on the right man.
Bingo.
Uh, excuse me, Mr. Jack?
The name's Fat Jack. That's fat with an "F."
Well, I'm Tom Magnum with an "M."
- I'm Eunice with anything. - How do you do?
- Mr. Jack, I was wondering-- - Eunice is my baby sister.
Oh, that's very nice. I was wondering if you could tell me--
Powder your nose, Eunice.
Mr. Magnum and me, we got some business to talk over.
Jack?
I met a man this morning who was driving your truck.
I wonder if you could help me with an I.D.
He was a thin, wiry guy.
Frank La Rue.
You sure?
He's the only guy who would borrow my van and not bring it back on time.
Just like now. He's still not back with it.
Well, Frank La Rue was shot. He's dead.
For once, he's got a good excuse.
You sure don't seem surprised.
A guy like Frank turning up dead?
No, I'm not surprised. Is that all?
No, that's not all.
This, uh, real important to you?
It's pretty important, yeah.
You like my Eunice?
Jack, I want the information,
but I'm not gonna marry your sister for it.
You don't have to marry her. All you got to do is take her out,
show her a good time, nuzzle her ear.
Jack, I don't think I'm her type anyway.
I'm sure she's used to the fine things, and I'm--
Well, I'm usually broke, I'm kind of sloppy--
Up to you.
However, uh, I do have a friend that I think would be just perfect for her.
I thought you might.
Fat Jack sent me to La Rue's residence,
if that's what you wanna call it.
According to Jack, La Rue used to run errands for him when they lived on Maui.
When I asked him what kind of errands, he just smiled.
Anyway, Jack said La Rue wasn't very reliable.
He thought he'd gotten rid of him, and then out of the blue,
La Rue turned up on Oahu.
I felt like someone had just kicked me in the gut.
The last thing I wanted to find
was that Amy was even remotely connected to someone like La Rue.
Tom. Come on in.
- Come on. - How's Agatha?
She's sleeping. We finally got her to take a sedative.
I was just about to have a drink.
Though I don't wanna really drink alone. Would you--
- I'll have a drink with you. - Great.
- Scotch on the rocks. - I know.
Where's Stewart?
He's out trying to finalize some business deal that he's been working on.
What business is he in anyway?
It's a different one every time I talk to him.
To reunions.
How'd you and Stewart meet anyway?
You really wanna talk about Stewart?
Okay. What do you wanna talk about?
Well, I was thinking that maybe we could talk about you and me.
There's nothing to say.
I don't know about that.
This morning when I saw you, it brought back a lot of old feelings for me.
Old feelings?
Then why'd you walk away a year ago?
Maybe because it just didn't seem right at the time.
And now that you're married it does?
That's a little low, don't you think?
Oh, maybe, but I don't like to be used.
I suppose you think that all this is just to get you
to tell me why Grandmother hired you?
- Mm-hmm. - Well, it's not.
It's just that she usually tells me everything, you know.
And this morning when she chased us all out of the room,
I naturally assumed that whatever it was, had to do with me.
I'm right, aren't I?
Yes. She's trying to protect you.
From what?
Frank La Rue.
Is this supposed to be him?
You tell me.
Tom, I don't know this man.
He was with the other girl. Um--
Carol. Carol, whatever her name is.
I worked with her for a couple of weeks years ago.
That's funny, 'cause he claims to have some information about you for a price.
Blackmail, basically.
What kind of information?
I don't know. He was killed before he could say.
- Killed? - Uh-huh.
Look, uh, I don't know anything about that. I swear it.
I only met him that one day
and I can't imagine what he could have on me.
Amy! This man had his picture taken with you, or your girlfriend, Carol,
and he tries to blackmail your grandmother
with some information he has about you,
- and you say you know nothing about him? - Why are you doing this to me?
I don't wanna do it, Amy. I don't like it.
It's bad enough that my own grandmother is paying off people
- to get information about me-- - That's not what she's doing!
If she wanted something, she should have asked me.
I would have told her.
She's trying to protect you, and so am I.
But you got to tell me the truth.
Not lovers, huh, Magnum?
- You are so full of it. - Stewart, it was my fault.
- Stewart, it was my-- - Would you just--
I deserved one.
Have Agatha call me when she wakes up.
My jaw hurt a little, but I deserved it.
Amy stood there and lied to me,
and because of a few tears, I melted like an ice cube on Waikiki.
Sometimes I really feel stupid.
And this was one of them.
Who's there?
Is that you, Amy?
Who is it?
Stewart.
Is it you, Amy?
Stewart!
I might have known the only reason you invited me over here
was just to con me into taking some friend of yours out.
I'm not conning you, Rick.
If I was conning you, why would I ask T.C. along for lunch too, huh? Here.
I don't know why we keep falling for this. This ain't no lunch.
This is a junk food break.
And the answer is still N-O.
One little date. What can it hurt?
If it can't hurt anything, then how come you're not going out with her?
Because she's got a crush on you, that's why.
She's got a crush on Rick?
What's so funny about that, ya big lug?
She's crazy about him, T.C.
Anyway, I don't trust blind dates.
And neither do I, man.
The last blind date I had made me wish I was blind.
Rick. This is a relative of a business client.
It's real important.
Sure, I know. And the next thing you're gonna tell me is that she's a stone ten.
- I'm really missing it, right? - I'll tell you what.
I'll make it real easy on you. Just have one drink with her at the club.
And if it doesn't work out, I'll take her home.
- One drink at the club? - That's right.
And you promise you'll take her home?
Right.
Oh, all right. Get out of there. I'll do it.
Thanks, pal. You're gonna love it. She's a great girl.
9:15 -- Ching's Laundry.
Your shirts have been ready for two weeks. You still owe 8.50.
10:00 -- Camera Rentals wishes to remind you
that you've exceeded your 30-day trial period on the tripod by 60 days.
At 1:30, the phone company called to verify the fact
that your phone has been disconnected.
I really think I paid that bill, Higgins.
And at 2:30 you received a call from an hysterical woman
who said, "The rabbit died."
I thought that might get you.
That's really not very funny, Higgins.
No, it isn't funny at all. These all came on Robin Masters' line.
I can loan you some string and a couple of tin cans
till you pay your phone bill.
I paid that bill, T.C.!
Amy? Amy called? She say what it was about?
Amy? Oh, yes.
That was the one who said something about another accident.
I didn't quite get who or where.
Hey, Higgins, sit down. Have some lunch.
What--What are you doing here?
Where's Agatha?
I'm out here, Thomas.
Agatha, are you all right?
I got a message from Amy saying you had another accident.
Amy is too emotional.
She makes a big production out of everything.
She was pushed into the swimming pool.
I fell into the swimming pool.
I got my chair too close to the edge.
Agatha, you're not that careless.
Thank you for your editorial comments, Stewart.
Would you be good enough to leave the two of us alone?
Thomas?
I want you to push me around a little.
Okay.
- Agatha, what is going on? - Hmm?
- I don't know what you mean. - Oh, come on!
You fell off the ramp. You fell into the pool.
You're being blackmailed for information on Amy, and the blackmailer's killed.
Now what the hell is going on?
So far as I'm concerned, it was my own carelessness that caused the accident.
What about Frank La Rue's accident? Who caused that?
He was the fellow with the enlightening information, wasn't he?
Amy told me about your conversation.
Did she tell you that I found a photo of her
and another girl taken with La Rue?
Huh?
No, she didn't mention that.
But it doesn't matter because the man is dead.
And now the whole ordeal is over.
Agatha, it is not over.
Amy is lying to me about La Rue.
And I get the feeling you're not being totally honest with me either.
Now what is it you two are trying to protect?
I am trying to protect a relationship that I hold very dear to me.
Agatha, how can you hold something dear to you
when it's based on deception?
That's enough, Thomas. That's quite enough.
This case is closed.
And this, uh-- this is for your services.
- Come on, Agatha! - No.
Thank you very much.
And now you may go, Thomas, please.
I'll find my own way back.
Go along, Thomas.
Amy? Amy?
She left a while ago, sir.
Did she say where she was going?
She headed for the yacht harbor, I think.
- Is she taking the boat out? - Sorry. I don't know.
Oh. Thanks.
Hey, T.M.
No wonder you're so hard to reach. T.C., I got to get to Maui.
Can't help you, man. I got to take the Mitchells
to Kauai at 3:00.
No, that's great. That gives us plenty of time.
Plenty of time for what? I ain't going nowhere.
No, T.C., this is important.
You remember the guy who I told you was shot?
Mm-hmm.
Well, he used to live on Maui, and now I'm pretty sure Amy's headed over there too.
Amy?
That's Agatha Kimball's granddaughter.
She's the one who said she doesn't know--
T.C., I'll explain all that after we get going. Come on.
Like I said, I ain't going nowhere,
unless you got some kind of money -- you know, gas money, something.
Ah, come on, T.C.
No money,
no Maui.
- I bought you lunch. - Junk food.
There. That's all I got.
That's all I got. Oh.
That's it.
You need to take this to a church somewhere.
Man, I'm talking about real money, not chump change.
Wait. I do have a couple hundred here, I think.
I just got paid.
Scooglie-wooglies! Man, where did you get this from?
You didn't do nothing illegal, did you?
No, that's mine!
I've been on a case. This case.
Yeah, well, maybe I better hold this for you.
We got some past debts that we need to discuss, um,
on our way to Maui. Shall we go?
Wait, T.C. I never counted that. I thought there was 250 bucks there.
You better bone up on your accounting, boy, 'cause this is a lot of money here.
T.C., how much is there anyway?
Will you hurry up? I got to get back for my next ride.
Hurry up? There must be a hundred boats down there.
Can't you get me a little lower?
If I wanted to water-ski with this chopper, which I don't.
There it is. Looks empty.
Take me to, uh, uh, uh, 265 Kahului Drive.
I ain't running no taxi service.
The gas money, T.C.
You got a map or something? You know where to find this place?
We'll ask someone.
Ask someone?
Boy, I can't-- I just can't believe you.
Let's go.
Thomas, I got customers waiting for me.
All right, just finished here. I got to go now.
Thanks, T.C. I owe you one.
Hello?
What do you want? You another cop?
No. Excuse me. Has Amy Kimball been here?
Amy Kimball died two years ago, mister.
Amy Kimball died when she got caught in a riptide off Lahaina.
Her boyfriend had tried to save her, but failed.
His name was Frank La Rue.
I knew now why he had called Agatha. He probably thought $25,000
was a small price to pay for exposing a phony.
Unfortunately, for La Rue, he didn't realize what price he'd have to pay
to keep the information a secret.
Hello, Carol.
It is Carol, isn't it?
Carol Foster.
Well, how did you know where to find me?
Oh, there was a girl at La Rue's who filled me in on some of the highlights.
Amy--
Don't you think it's time you filled me in on the details?
Amy and I were roommates for three years.
We shared everything about our lives, our families.
It was a beautiful friendship.
But something happened to Amy when her mother died.
She--She just dropped out.
She started taking drugs and hanging around guys like Frank La Rue.
It was agony for me to watch someone I loved like a sister
just self-destruct.
So you decided to take over where Amy left off?
That's one way of looking at it.
Amy really started going off the deep end
at about the time the you contacted her in Texas.
Then I spoke to the real Amy?
Uh-huh. The first time you called,
you got Amy.
And then Grandma started to--
I mean, um,
her grandmother started to write to her,
and Amy was always so strung out that she couldn't even read the mail.
So, I started reading the letters.
She sounded like such a wonderful lady.
I got so wrapped up in those letters that...
I found myself answering them and--
And pretty soon, I'd--I'd just become Amy Kimball.
I wanted to tell her. I wanted to.
And--And I tried, but...
she seemed so happy that she'd found her granddaughter again.
I just couldn't do it.
I couldn't shatter her life like that.
And yours.
And mine.
That's the real reason that I didn't let anything develop between us.
I knew I was a fake.
And what about the inheritance? The thought of that ever occur to you?
I don't give a damn about the money.
I love her. I love her as if she was my own grandmother.
I don't care about the money. I swear it.
And what about your grandmother's accidents?
What about them? They're accidents.
Then you're naive, because they aren't accidents.
Somebody wants to kill your grandmother for her money.
Well, it isn't me.
I know that.
No.
Oh, no. It isn't-- It isn't Stewart.
Amy?
It isn't. It isn't. Don't say it. Because--
Look, I know him. I know what he can do and he couldn't do that.
Amy.
Come on. Let's go. Come on.
- What are you doing? - I'm gonna call Agatha.
Operator, I'd like to charge this to my home phone.
It's 555-2131.
My name? It's Robin Masters.
Isn't she answering?
Come on. Let's get back to the boat.
This isn't exactly the fastest way to travel,
but I guess we got no choice.
It's a lot faster than you think.
Stewart!
You should have done what Agatha told you.
You should have taken the money and run.
Because now you can't.
Is that what you plan to do, Stewart?
Uh-huh, yeah. As soon as she finds out you're not her granddaughter.
You knew?
La Rue came to me first before he realized that
Agatha could dish out a lot more cash than I could.
Come on. Get up. We're gonna take a ride. Get on the bridge.
You want me to drive, Stewart?
Yeah.
- Stewart, you can't-- Ow! - You just--
Just give me the keys.
Okay.
Bye!
Police! Police! Call the police!
Stewart, look out!
Get out of the way!
Don't--
I just don't see how I can do it, that's all.
I can't.
Amy, we've just been through this. Now listen to me.
I want you to pull yourself together.
This isn't gonna be nearly as hard as you think it is.
What if the words won't come out of my mouth?
They're not supposed to come out of your mouth.
They're supposed to come out of your heart.
Okay?
Hey, Thomas.
- Hi, Rick. - Am I glad I bumped into you.
Hi, Amy. I want you to meet Denise, my date for tonight.
Denise?
I'm Eunice's sister.
Her sister?
Eunice had root canal work done today and just didn't feel like going out.
Root canal.
Yeah, well, we're gonna get a couple of drinks.
Boy, can you pick 'em.
What's all that about?
Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.
Good evening, Amy, Magnum.
Higgins.
Don't you have something to say to me?
I'm sorry.
For what?
The bill. You paid it.
What bill?
The phone bill.
Your phone wasn't disconnected.
And why is that?
The dogs chewed through the wire.
Oh, Higgins, you're really going to have to give them bones.
- Frances. - Thank you, Frances.
Who's there?
Amy?
Is it you, Amy?
- Thomas? - Hi, Agatha.
Hello, Thomas.
Please, come. Sit.
You too, Amy.
Well,
this is one of the most interesting conversations I've ever heard.
Aren't you going to say anything at all, Amy?
It's not Amy, Agatha.
I'm Carol. Carol Foster.
Oh, dear.
And I am not your granddaughter.
Well, perhaps not of my blood,
but you are my granddaughter.
You knew I wasn't your real granddaughter?
I was pretty certain you weren't my son's real daughter.
You could never play the piano like a true Kimball.
But--
Oh, believe me, Amy,
you are as important to me as a granddaughter could ever be.
Why didn't you say anything?
Because all my life I dreamed about having a granddaughter.
And with you, Amy, I had finally got one.
And I figured you'd tell me about it one day.
But even if you hadn't, it wouldn't matter.
I can take anything you say to me.
Just so long as you never... say goodbye.
Yes, that's a good girl.
Now, now.
Oh, my, my, my, my, my.
Thomas, are you still here?
Yeah, I'm right here, Agatha.
Well, I think I could do with a hug from you too.
I can do that.
I'm so glad you never shaved that off.
Such a beautiful brush.