Magnum, P.I. (1980) s01e10 Episode Script
Lest We Forget
- You wouldn't ever forget me, would you, Bobby? - Diane, I love you.
I want you to find a woman, a woman who disappeared 40 years ago.
She worked in a club on Hotel Street.
- She was a hooker? - She was also my wife.
- He hired me to find you.
- Don't toy with me, especially about Bobby.
- Rick, stop him! - Hey! Hey, wait a minute! What's the matter? It's not cold.
Bobby, it's cold! Come on, Diane.
What's the matter? Bobby! Oh, I'm gonna get you.
No.
It's cold! Come on, Diane.
Let's go swimming.
Diane, you're gonna be at sea before Jessie even realizes you've left the club.
Jessie doesn't scare me.
Well, if it's Dutch- It's you, Bobby.
Diane, I love you, and I'm gonna marry you.
That's what scares me.
All of this is just- It's all too good to be true, and I just keep thinking that something's gonna happen to spoil it.
Like what? I don't know.
That's because nothing's gonna happen.
In two hours, we're gonna be married, and you'll be on the boat to San Diego.
And when I join you next month, we're gonna have the rest of our lives to raise beautiful little giris just like you and nasty little boys just like me.
Bobby, if something did go wrong, you wouldn't ever forget me, would you? Will you just stop it and listen to me? I love you, and nothing's gonna go wrong.
I won't let it.
You understand, Diane? I won't let it.
I love you, Bobby.
Hey.
I have to get back to the club.
Hey.
Come on, now.
You don't want me to be late on the night I'm gonna elope, do you? Diane, why do you have to go? Why can't we just get out- Bobby.
Bobby, I have to go back to the club.
If I don't, Jessie'll be suspicious.
Don't you worry, honey.
No man is ever gonna lay a hand on me again except you.
I swear it.
Come on.
Let's go.
Okay.
Do you want my jacket? Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Come on, honey.
That was the magic of Glenn Miller's "Moonlight Serenade" emanating from the beachfront ballroom of the Royal Hawaiian Hotel.
Temperature in Honolulu 74 degrees, with only 18 days left till Christmas.
It's gonna be a balmy, beautiful Sunday.
Now let's join the king of swing, Benny Goodman, "Stompin' at the Savoy.
" Mr.
Caine? Magnum.
I appreciate your meeting me like this.
Well, to be honest with you, sir, I was rather flattered.
I've never met a justice of the Supreme Court before.
You haven't met one yet.
I haven't accepted the nomination, and even if I do, it'll have to be confirmed by Congress.
Well, from what I hear, that's just a formality, sir.
Well, perhaps.
After Robin Masters recommended you, I, uh, got some friends in Washington to pull out your military record.
Makes for pretty good reading.
Personally, I find it rather boring, sir.
Annapolis, class of'67.
Three tours in Vietnam.
Twice wounded.
Mr.
Caine, did you come here for my help, or are you trying to get me to re-up? - I need your help.
- Well, pulling my 201 file isn't exactly a polite way to ask for it.
I had to find out what kind of a man you were, just how far I could trust you.
The only recommendation I had was Robin's, and let's face it, he is a novelist.
And you thought he might've lied to you the way you lied to him? Mr.
Caine, Robin said you were looking for an old war buddy you thought might still be living in the Islands.
You wouldn't have pulled my service records for something as simple as that.
Magnum, I, uh- I did lie to Robin.
I want you to find a woman, a woman who disappeared - Forty years? - And you've gotta find her in the next 24 hours.
As long as it's not something impossible.
I don't blame you for being angry at me, but unless you find Diane by tomorrow night, I'll have to decline the nomination.
Come on, Mr.
Caine.
What's she got on you? She, uh-She worked in a club on Hotel Street before the war.
She was a hooker? She was also my wife.
It sounded like something out of a bad Robin Masters novel.
In fact, for a second, I thought the whole thing might've been one of Robin's jokes.
But Robert Caine was a nominee to the Supreme Court, even if I did think he might be lying through his judicial teeth.
Besides, driving a Ferrari, it couldn't hurt to know a judge.
I'm sorry, sir.
You wanna fill me in? About a week after my nomination, I received a telegram.
It read, "Congratulations, Bobby.
'' It was signed, "Love, Diane.
'' - You sure it was from her? - Positive.
The wire came from Honolulu, and she's the only Diane I've ever known.
Did she ask for money? Diane would never do that.
Things were different between us.
She was different.
Special.
We were married.
I don't care how long ago it's been.
Diane would never blackmail me.
I don't understand the problem, sir.
Why don't you call the president and accept the nomination? I don't dare take the chance.
- When's the last time you saw her? - A few hours before the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor.
Now, that, brah, is what I call a good-looking wahine.
She sure was.
What do you mean, "was''? Is she dead or something? Or something.
I don't think you understand.
I'm John Sculley of the Newport Sculleys.
Mr.
Sculley, I'm sure in Newport, you make the tide go in and out, but here at the King Kamehameha Club, you have to be a member, which you're not, or the guest of a member, which you aren't, in order to use the facilities.
And anyway, sir, it's after 6:00.
It requires a jacket here.
What about him? Hey, didn't I tell you to make all the deliveries in the rear? Right.
I think I understand.
How much is it to join your little club for an afternoon? Don't even try it.
I was gonna buy you one drink, as a courtesy, at the club.
Now I want you out right now, or I'm gonna throw you out.
You and who else? Me.
- Get me a drink.
- Coming right up.
Thanks.
That's all right.
I just didn't wanna see you kill anyone.
Besides, I need your help.
I gotta find her.
She used to work Hotel Street.
What club? Wiki-Wiki.
Wiki-Wiki? I never heard of it.
Well, this was some time ago.
I don't think anybody's seen her since December.
December? Aloha.
I'm looking for Maku.
You know him? What do you want Maku for? Rick sent me.
Thomas Magnum.
Kiki.
Maku's my grandfather.
He's also an old fool.
Boy, that's tough swimming.
I don't know what he's trying to prove.
Swimming to Laie Point and back is 10 miles.
He do that often? Every time he feels old.
He's in trouble.
No, he's not.
Are you crazy? You nearly drowned.
Hush, child.
Have you lost your senses? Is that the way to speak to your grandfather in front of a stranger? - Not many men can time a wave like that.
Tom Magnum.
- Maku.
Kiki, go get us some beer.
Hey, brahda, you married? Me? No.
I'd make a terrible husband.
Huh.
All men say that.
Even I say that, and I have 10 children and 43 grandchildren.
But you didn't come all the way out here just to hear an old man bragging.
Well, Rick sent me.
I'm looking for a woman.
You don't look like you need any help, but the best one I got just went in for the beer.
Oh, no.
See, you don't understand.
I'm not just lookin' for any woman.
I mean, not that Kiki's any woman.
She's beautiful.
I'm sure she's a special, sweet girl.
Hey, brahda, just kidding.
Just kidding.
Who's this wahine, this woman, you're looking for? - Did you ever hear of the Wiki-Wiki Club? - Sure.
I was the bartender there from '39 to '43.
Good club.
High-class wahines.
Not like the giris working the streets today.
- Did you know many of the women who worked there before the war? - Hey, brahda, I knew them all.
- You know what I mean.
- How 'bout this one? Her name was Diane Westmore.
She disappeared in the attack in '41.
Sorry, brahda.
Don't know her.
You sure? She worked there the same time you did.
Lots of giris worked the club.
They come.
They go.
Some stay only for couple of days.
How come you looking for her anyways, somebody been gone that long? A relative died, left her quite a bit of money.
Here you are, Papa.
If we want any money around here, I gotta catch the bus to go to work.
Hey, maybe you can give my Kiki one ride.
Take the beer with you.
I'll call some of my friends from the old days.
And you come back tonight, maybe I'll have something.
Fair enough.
Thanks.
You get some rest, okay? Sure.
Hey, stop fussing over me like I'm an old man.
If I like, I can go swim all the way out there and back again.
Well, you are an old man, but I love you anyway.
Aloha.
Aloha, Papa.
Mueller.
What'd you tell him? Okay.
I'll tell her.
Oh, uh, don't worry about dinner.
I may not be back till 10:00.
Yes, Mrs.
Pauley.
Maku just called me.
Oh, how is he? Worried.
Someone just visited him, looking for Diane Westmore.
Faced with a tough problem, some people drink.
Some eat.
Me, I swim.
I was pretty sure Maku recognized Diane, but when he suggested he call some friends and get back to me, I decided not to push it.
Hi, guy.
Where's Apollo? Zeus.
Apollo.
Patrol.
Enjoy your swim? Oh, whatever it is, Higgins, the answer is no.
My, we are suspicious, aren't we? I won't give up the Ferrari.
I wouldn't dream of asking you to, old boy.
I won't move out of the guesthouse.
Well, I should bloody well hope not.
And I won't let someone move in either.
Never entered my mind.
You want me to take out your sister? She's married and living in Sussex with four monstrous children.
All right.
I give up, Higgins.
What is it you want from me? Are you, by any chance, the T.
Magnum who played on the American bridge team in Sao Paulo in '72? Say good-bye, Higgins, because the answer is no.
I will not make a fourth for your Wednesday afternoon bridge club.
- I don't play with amateurs.
- We are all Life Masters.
- Well, then, you're better than I am.
- Magnum, I wouldn't stoop to ask if it weren't a bloody emergency.
- What happened? Your fourth die? - Yes.
Higgins, uh, I'm sorry.
Look.
I was just joking.
I quite understand.
Look.
I am on an investigation, but if I can wrap it up by tomorrow afternoon, I'll play.
Splendid.
Now, what can I do to assist you in your work? What do you know about Robert Caine? Well, only what I've read.
A rather obscure judge till his recent nomination to the Supreme Court.
However, those who should know speak very highly of him.
- Shall I pull some clippings? - That would be very nice.
Thank you.
- But I have to leave in an hour.
- I'll have them ready for you and warm up the Ferrari.
Splendid.
Higgins, who died? Mr.
Blackmore.
Heart attack.
Higgins? Who's playing for Mrs.
Blackmore? Well, no one.
The funeral's today.
The game's tomorrow.
What a strange little man.
I really had to hand it to Higgins.
In less than an hour, he'd dug up four articles on Caine, gassed the Ferrari and packed a lunch.
After bridge tomorrow, Zeus and Apollo might be having me for lunch.
But until then- Caine's life was a Horatio Alger story.
Orphaned at birth, he ran away to sea at 14, sailed freighters until the war, then enlisted.
He fought in Europe and was decorated for bravery twice.
After the war, law school on the G.
I.
Bill and a lucrative practice in New York and so on, until he was nominated for the Supreme Court.
All the articles read the same: Robert Caine was an amazing man.
I wasn't sure a brief marriage to a prostitute who disappeared was going to do him any real damage, even if it did leak.
Not with his record.
But I couldn't help feeling there was more to it than that.
Right on time.
Have you found her? Let's go for a ride, Mr.
Caine.
Well? I haven't found her yet.
Well, where are we going? On the phone, you led me to believe- That I had a lead? You remember a bartender used to work the Wiki-Wiki? Big Hawaiian named Maku? - No.
I don't think so.
Did he know Diane? - He says no, but I think yes.
Are we gonna see him? No.
How 'bout a piano player called Tickler? Well, I remember somebody at the club who played piano, but I don't recall his name.
You know, Mr.
Caine, it sounds like you didn't know anybody there, and nobody there knew you except Diane.
It was a long time ago.
I told you the club wasn't one of my hangouts.
I met Diane at the beach.
Sure, I knew people, but I don't remember their names, even their faces.
Look, there's only one person I am interested in meeting, and that's Diane.
Now, if you haven't found her, where are you taking me? To jar your memory.
- Why'd you bring me here? - Last place you saw Diane was here.
No, no.
The last time I saw Diane was on the dock.
I told you that.
You know, Magnum, you keep testing me, and I don't like it.
And you're not telling me everything you know.
Come on, Mr.
Caine.
It's tough enough finding a woman who disappeared 40 years ago without my own client sandbagging me.
Magnum, there is nothing more I can tell you that'll help you find Diane.
Nothing.
You just have to believe me.
Now, uh, take me back to my hotel, please.
Going for a ride, kiddo? You know my rules, Bobby.
It's after curfew.
You weren't thinking of leaving, were you, Diane? Not with two years left on your contract.
You can't hold her, Jessie.
Think not, kiddo.
Of course, if you want to buy her contract, it's worth at least 20 grand.
But I like you, Bobby.
I'll let you have her for 15.
You haven't got 15? That's too bad.
Well, I suppose I'm just gonna have to keep her.
Well, of course you can visit Diane for a more reasonable fee anytime she isn't occupied.
- Dutch is gonna have to kill me, Jessie.
- That's up to you, Bobby.
Bobby, no.
Get in the car.
Diane, get in the car! No! There's a fight.
! - All right, Jessie.
I'll stay.
- Sailor! - No.
Please.
- Yah! Yah! Bobby.
Dear God.
Please.
Bobby.
! Bobby? Come on, Diane.
Get in the car.
Come on.
You killed him! It's okay.
Damn it, you've killed him! You killed him.
! You killed him.
You killed him.
You killed him.
I don't know.
Something's not right here.
Thanks, Moki.
It's screwy, Rick.
Caine's lying.
Maku's lying.
- Hell, I'll bet when I meet this guy Tickler, he'll be lying.
- Do me- Do me a favor.
Finish this beer upstairs in my office, quick.
Huh? Higgins is here.
It's after 6:30.
If he catches you in here without a jacket, he's gonna string me up alive.
No, he won't.
What? I can guarantee ya, five gets you 50, he's gonna lay that old line on me that he's on the board of directors.
He's gonna tell me to throw your butt out of here.
Money's up.
You're on.
Hi, Hig.
And how is your investigation progressing? Oh, not too well.
- Are you sure there's nothing more I can do to help? - To help? No.
Positive.
Well, if there is anything, please don't hesitate to ask.
- Put Magnum's beer on my tab.
- I always do.
- Tomorrow at 3:00? - I'll try.
Thank you.
You believe that? You're catching flies, guys.
Give that guy a drink.
How you doin'? Oh, fine, thank you.
You Tickler? Yes, sir.
Well, Rick sent me.
He said you used to work the Wiki-Wiki Club on Hotel Street during the war.
Sure did.
Great club.
Lot of action.
Lot of fun.
Lines for everything.
Even to hear my music.
Times sure have changed.
- She work there? - Oh.
Pretty lady.
Yeah.
You remember her? You know, her face does look kind of familiar.
Her name's Diane Westmore.
Yeah.
Diane.
Nice girl.
I remember when she died.
Lot of people cried.
She died? That's right.
During the war.
The big one.
In a car accident with some flyboy from Wheeler, I think.
- You sure it was Diane Westmore? - About as sure as an old man can get.
Is she related to you? No.
Never met her.
Anyway, thanks a lot.
Thank you.
Could I play anything particular for you? Oh, no, thanks.
I'd love to some other time, though.
Good.
Come back again.
Now, don't go doin' that, Mrs.
Pauley.
You've done enough.
I want to, Tickler.
Well, I'm gonna have to earn it.
I guess if I hadn't been so stunned by what Tickler told me, I'd have noticed the tail.
After all, I am a private investigator, and it wasn't the most inconspicuous vehicle on the island.
But I didn't, because I was trying to figure how a woman killed in the '40s could send a telegram in the '80s.
Anyway, that's my excuse.
That and something else I had on my mind all day.
Aloha.
Aloha.
Promised you a ride home.
Remember? That woman you thought my grandfather might know- Yeah? - You didn't find her, did you? - No.
Uh-uh.
But if I had, I'd still be drivin' you home.
Can I see her picture? Sure.
It's hard to tell in this light, Magnum, but she does look familiar.
It's like I don't know her, but maybe her mother or sister or something.
Well, you gotta remember that picture was taken before you were born.
Diane Westmore would be in her late 50s, early 60s by now.
Try and picture her that old, you know, with white hair, a little heavier.
Look out.
! Hold on.
! Man, you called me out here for this? I thought you were dead.
Excuse me.
Well, we damn near were.
You know those tow truck types.
They see a Ferrari, they think you're loaded.
Yeah, and you called me 'cause I know you're broke.
Well, I'll give you gas money.
Gas money.
Why don't you just back this thing out of here? He can't get it into reverse.
Well, see, I think the clutch needs a little adjustment.
It probably slipped when we hit the embankment.
We'll be out of here in no time, Kiki.
You wanna bet? You know, it's great to have a buddy you can trust, T.
C.
Mm-hmm.
I mean, most guys would try and rip you off, you know? - Tell you, you had something like a- - Busted transmissión? Yeah.
Somethin' like that.
Yeah, well, that's what you got, baby.
Boy, Higgins is gonna kill you.
No, he won't.
Magnum? Yeah.
I've been doing what you said, trying to picture her older.
Yeah.
I think I know her, but her name's not Diane Westmore.
What is it? Mrs.
Pauley? Yes? A friend of the governor's to see you, ma'am.
Said his name is Thomas Magnum.
Magnum.
A friend of Michael's? Yes, ma'am.
That's what he said.
All right.
Show him in.
Yes, ma'am.
Well, Michael, I can't keep track of them all.
Thomas Magnum, Mrs.
Pauley.
- Thank you, Moana.
- Hello.
Would you care for a drink? Oh, yes, thank you.
Scotch on the rocks.
You said you knew my late husband.
Well, no, ma'am.
Not the governor.
At least not personally.
I knew your first husband- Bobby.
You know Bobby? That's right.
Okay, Mr.
Magnum, you know who I was- or rather, what I was.
So just tell me how much you want, and I'll decide whether to pay it, although it'd better not be more than 50 bucks, because since the governor died, I could care less what anybody knows about my past.
But above all, don't toy with me, especially about Bobby, or you won't even get your 50 bucks.
Mrs.
Pauley, he hired me to find you.
Well, you're remarkably well-preserved for your age.
Bobby was killed 40 years ago on the Arizona.
I may have disagreed with your methods, but I do appreciate your having tried to accomplish the impossible.
I hope that this is sufficient.
Oh, thank you.
That's very generous.
We passed the exit, driver.
Driver, we passed the airport exit.
- Diane isn't at the airport.
- Diane? - That's who you hired me to find, isn't it? - Where is she? - She's on her way to meet us.
- Where? At the Arizona Memorial.
Of the 1, 177 sailors and marines killed in action on the Arizona, in the hull beneath us.
To the navy, these men are considered to be buried at sea.
At 0755 on the seventh of December, 1941, the first wave of Kate torpedo bombers came skimming in over Pearl City.
They fanned out across the harbor at 40 feet and headed straight for battleship row.
Bobby? Bobby? Oh.
Ohh! Ohh.
Oh.
Ohh.
I thought you were dead.
All these years that I thought you were dead.
Diane, what on earth happened to you? Well, you just disappeared.
I never left Oahu.
I put you on the Orion.
I watched it sail.
W- I- I couldn't leave you to face the police alone.
I got off the Orion before she weighed anchor.
And then, a couple of hours later, the Japanese attacked, and the next day, you were listed as missing in action.
Bobby, what happened? Well, I drove up into the hills to the old sugar cane fields to watch you sail away.
The Orion was barely over the horizon when the Japanese attacked.
I realized that almost all my shipmates on the Arizona must have been killed, and if I didn't report to someone, they'd list me as missing in action.
So three days later, I shipped out with some able-bodied seamen on a cargo ship to the mainland.
Then when I couldn't find you, I enlisted in the army under the name of Caine.
And you were here all the time.
All the time.
Sorry.
Look.
I hate to break up this reunion, I really do, but one of you is lying to me.
Mr.
Caine, you hired me to find Diane, but you left out a few important facts- that in 1941, you were Ensign Robert Wicks and that the night you and Diane eloped, there was a hell of a fight.
And how could I tell you that? That's what I was being blackmailed with.
Diane, whatever your reasons were- But- Uh, Bobby, I didn't know you were alive until Magnum told me a couple of hours ago.
Well, now, that's very interesting, Mr.
Caine, considering I've never even seen this telegram Diane supposedly sent you.
I never sent a telegram.
And then last night I also received this message asking for $50,000 to be dropped at a phone booth at the Ala Moana Park at 2:00 this afternoon.
Why the hell didn't you show me this? What difference would it have made? I'm not gonna pay for blackmail.
That's why I was going back to the mainland today to decline the nomination.
I guess I should've known all along that I never could accept it.
Well, that's all well and good, Mr.
Caine, but somebody took a shot at me.
After all these years still bleeding oil.
That's where I belong, you know.
If I hadn't killed Dutch, I'd- I'd be down there now.
Dutch didn't die.
He came to me- oh, it was years ago- to apologize.
He was broke.
He'd heard that I'd helped others from the old days, and he wanted to know if I could help him.
Mrs.
Pauley, you sound like you still know where Dutch is.
He's my chauffeur.
It was more ironic than a Robin Masters novel.
She thought he was dead.
He thought she was dead.
And only the chauffeur knew the truth.
He should've been the butler.
I just hoped that Rick didn't get lonely and start talking.
Hey.
You been hackin' long? You got the sports page.
Could I take a look at it? I wanna see if my horse won yesterday.
It's my first day.
Probably be your last.
Boy, I hope so.
I'm chauffeuring the judge around for this pal of mine.
Hey, let me ask you somethin'.
Don't you get bored just sittin' around here all day? Now what's he tryin' to do? Rick, stop him! What? Stop him! Hey! Hey, wait a minute! Hey! What the heck is goin' on? That guy almost ran over my foot.
What? I thought I'm supposed to be the driver.
Hey! This is security unit one.
Here come the marines! Two unauthorized vehicles have just penetrated base security.
We are in pursuit.
Take it easy.
This isn't a Ferrari.
Trust me.
Oh, cute.
This is really cute.
Intruding vehicles are black limousines currently headed for Pier 67.
Request assistance.
Over.
Security unit five, unit one reporting pursuit of vehicles on Pier 67.
Hold on! It's blocked, and we're blocked.
Oh, hi, guys.
Uh-oh.
They can't make us re-up, can they? I'm, uh, sure he'll be here at any moment.
Ah.
Must be him now.
Glad you could join us, old boy.
Thank you.
- I believe you know Mrs.
Blackmore.
- Ah, yes.
I was very sorry to hear about your husband.
And this is Mrs.
Pauley, the widow of Governor Pauley.
Nice to see you again.
Thank you.
You know each other? Well, we have a mutual friend.
Have you heard from the judge? Yes.
He's meeting with the president about now to politely decline.
- Really? - And then he's coming back here for a long vacation.
Higgins, you're catching flies.
Oh, yes.
Well, shall we begin? Uh, Higgins, I think there's something we should get straight before we start.
Of course.
What conventions we play.
We play Kennedy, single Swiss, jacoby transfer, Michael's cue-bid, August response to weak twos and DOPI- in addition to Gerber, Blackwood and Stayman.
I assume those are the same conventions you used on the American team.
I was never on the American team.
You're not the T.
Magnum who played in Sao Paulo in '72? Higgins, I never said I was.
I'm sure I can learn bridge.
I'm great at poker.
What's wild?
I want you to find a woman, a woman who disappeared 40 years ago.
She worked in a club on Hotel Street.
- She was a hooker? - She was also my wife.
- He hired me to find you.
- Don't toy with me, especially about Bobby.
- Rick, stop him! - Hey! Hey, wait a minute! What's the matter? It's not cold.
Bobby, it's cold! Come on, Diane.
What's the matter? Bobby! Oh, I'm gonna get you.
No.
It's cold! Come on, Diane.
Let's go swimming.
Diane, you're gonna be at sea before Jessie even realizes you've left the club.
Jessie doesn't scare me.
Well, if it's Dutch- It's you, Bobby.
Diane, I love you, and I'm gonna marry you.
That's what scares me.
All of this is just- It's all too good to be true, and I just keep thinking that something's gonna happen to spoil it.
Like what? I don't know.
That's because nothing's gonna happen.
In two hours, we're gonna be married, and you'll be on the boat to San Diego.
And when I join you next month, we're gonna have the rest of our lives to raise beautiful little giris just like you and nasty little boys just like me.
Bobby, if something did go wrong, you wouldn't ever forget me, would you? Will you just stop it and listen to me? I love you, and nothing's gonna go wrong.
I won't let it.
You understand, Diane? I won't let it.
I love you, Bobby.
Hey.
I have to get back to the club.
Hey.
Come on, now.
You don't want me to be late on the night I'm gonna elope, do you? Diane, why do you have to go? Why can't we just get out- Bobby.
Bobby, I have to go back to the club.
If I don't, Jessie'll be suspicious.
Don't you worry, honey.
No man is ever gonna lay a hand on me again except you.
I swear it.
Come on.
Let's go.
Okay.
Do you want my jacket? Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Come on, honey.
That was the magic of Glenn Miller's "Moonlight Serenade" emanating from the beachfront ballroom of the Royal Hawaiian Hotel.
Temperature in Honolulu 74 degrees, with only 18 days left till Christmas.
It's gonna be a balmy, beautiful Sunday.
Now let's join the king of swing, Benny Goodman, "Stompin' at the Savoy.
" Mr.
Caine? Magnum.
I appreciate your meeting me like this.
Well, to be honest with you, sir, I was rather flattered.
I've never met a justice of the Supreme Court before.
You haven't met one yet.
I haven't accepted the nomination, and even if I do, it'll have to be confirmed by Congress.
Well, from what I hear, that's just a formality, sir.
Well, perhaps.
After Robin Masters recommended you, I, uh, got some friends in Washington to pull out your military record.
Makes for pretty good reading.
Personally, I find it rather boring, sir.
Annapolis, class of'67.
Three tours in Vietnam.
Twice wounded.
Mr.
Caine, did you come here for my help, or are you trying to get me to re-up? - I need your help.
- Well, pulling my 201 file isn't exactly a polite way to ask for it.
I had to find out what kind of a man you were, just how far I could trust you.
The only recommendation I had was Robin's, and let's face it, he is a novelist.
And you thought he might've lied to you the way you lied to him? Mr.
Caine, Robin said you were looking for an old war buddy you thought might still be living in the Islands.
You wouldn't have pulled my service records for something as simple as that.
Magnum, I, uh- I did lie to Robin.
I want you to find a woman, a woman who disappeared - Forty years? - And you've gotta find her in the next 24 hours.
As long as it's not something impossible.
I don't blame you for being angry at me, but unless you find Diane by tomorrow night, I'll have to decline the nomination.
Come on, Mr.
Caine.
What's she got on you? She, uh-She worked in a club on Hotel Street before the war.
She was a hooker? She was also my wife.
It sounded like something out of a bad Robin Masters novel.
In fact, for a second, I thought the whole thing might've been one of Robin's jokes.
But Robert Caine was a nominee to the Supreme Court, even if I did think he might be lying through his judicial teeth.
Besides, driving a Ferrari, it couldn't hurt to know a judge.
I'm sorry, sir.
You wanna fill me in? About a week after my nomination, I received a telegram.
It read, "Congratulations, Bobby.
'' It was signed, "Love, Diane.
'' - You sure it was from her? - Positive.
The wire came from Honolulu, and she's the only Diane I've ever known.
Did she ask for money? Diane would never do that.
Things were different between us.
She was different.
Special.
We were married.
I don't care how long ago it's been.
Diane would never blackmail me.
I don't understand the problem, sir.
Why don't you call the president and accept the nomination? I don't dare take the chance.
- When's the last time you saw her? - A few hours before the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor.
Now, that, brah, is what I call a good-looking wahine.
She sure was.
What do you mean, "was''? Is she dead or something? Or something.
I don't think you understand.
I'm John Sculley of the Newport Sculleys.
Mr.
Sculley, I'm sure in Newport, you make the tide go in and out, but here at the King Kamehameha Club, you have to be a member, which you're not, or the guest of a member, which you aren't, in order to use the facilities.
And anyway, sir, it's after 6:00.
It requires a jacket here.
What about him? Hey, didn't I tell you to make all the deliveries in the rear? Right.
I think I understand.
How much is it to join your little club for an afternoon? Don't even try it.
I was gonna buy you one drink, as a courtesy, at the club.
Now I want you out right now, or I'm gonna throw you out.
You and who else? Me.
- Get me a drink.
- Coming right up.
Thanks.
That's all right.
I just didn't wanna see you kill anyone.
Besides, I need your help.
I gotta find her.
She used to work Hotel Street.
What club? Wiki-Wiki.
Wiki-Wiki? I never heard of it.
Well, this was some time ago.
I don't think anybody's seen her since December.
December? Aloha.
I'm looking for Maku.
You know him? What do you want Maku for? Rick sent me.
Thomas Magnum.
Kiki.
Maku's my grandfather.
He's also an old fool.
Boy, that's tough swimming.
I don't know what he's trying to prove.
Swimming to Laie Point and back is 10 miles.
He do that often? Every time he feels old.
He's in trouble.
No, he's not.
Are you crazy? You nearly drowned.
Hush, child.
Have you lost your senses? Is that the way to speak to your grandfather in front of a stranger? - Not many men can time a wave like that.
Tom Magnum.
- Maku.
Kiki, go get us some beer.
Hey, brahda, you married? Me? No.
I'd make a terrible husband.
Huh.
All men say that.
Even I say that, and I have 10 children and 43 grandchildren.
But you didn't come all the way out here just to hear an old man bragging.
Well, Rick sent me.
I'm looking for a woman.
You don't look like you need any help, but the best one I got just went in for the beer.
Oh, no.
See, you don't understand.
I'm not just lookin' for any woman.
I mean, not that Kiki's any woman.
She's beautiful.
I'm sure she's a special, sweet girl.
Hey, brahda, just kidding.
Just kidding.
Who's this wahine, this woman, you're looking for? - Did you ever hear of the Wiki-Wiki Club? - Sure.
I was the bartender there from '39 to '43.
Good club.
High-class wahines.
Not like the giris working the streets today.
- Did you know many of the women who worked there before the war? - Hey, brahda, I knew them all.
- You know what I mean.
- How 'bout this one? Her name was Diane Westmore.
She disappeared in the attack in '41.
Sorry, brahda.
Don't know her.
You sure? She worked there the same time you did.
Lots of giris worked the club.
They come.
They go.
Some stay only for couple of days.
How come you looking for her anyways, somebody been gone that long? A relative died, left her quite a bit of money.
Here you are, Papa.
If we want any money around here, I gotta catch the bus to go to work.
Hey, maybe you can give my Kiki one ride.
Take the beer with you.
I'll call some of my friends from the old days.
And you come back tonight, maybe I'll have something.
Fair enough.
Thanks.
You get some rest, okay? Sure.
Hey, stop fussing over me like I'm an old man.
If I like, I can go swim all the way out there and back again.
Well, you are an old man, but I love you anyway.
Aloha.
Aloha, Papa.
Mueller.
What'd you tell him? Okay.
I'll tell her.
Oh, uh, don't worry about dinner.
I may not be back till 10:00.
Yes, Mrs.
Pauley.
Maku just called me.
Oh, how is he? Worried.
Someone just visited him, looking for Diane Westmore.
Faced with a tough problem, some people drink.
Some eat.
Me, I swim.
I was pretty sure Maku recognized Diane, but when he suggested he call some friends and get back to me, I decided not to push it.
Hi, guy.
Where's Apollo? Zeus.
Apollo.
Patrol.
Enjoy your swim? Oh, whatever it is, Higgins, the answer is no.
My, we are suspicious, aren't we? I won't give up the Ferrari.
I wouldn't dream of asking you to, old boy.
I won't move out of the guesthouse.
Well, I should bloody well hope not.
And I won't let someone move in either.
Never entered my mind.
You want me to take out your sister? She's married and living in Sussex with four monstrous children.
All right.
I give up, Higgins.
What is it you want from me? Are you, by any chance, the T.
Magnum who played on the American bridge team in Sao Paulo in '72? Say good-bye, Higgins, because the answer is no.
I will not make a fourth for your Wednesday afternoon bridge club.
- I don't play with amateurs.
- We are all Life Masters.
- Well, then, you're better than I am.
- Magnum, I wouldn't stoop to ask if it weren't a bloody emergency.
- What happened? Your fourth die? - Yes.
Higgins, uh, I'm sorry.
Look.
I was just joking.
I quite understand.
Look.
I am on an investigation, but if I can wrap it up by tomorrow afternoon, I'll play.
Splendid.
Now, what can I do to assist you in your work? What do you know about Robert Caine? Well, only what I've read.
A rather obscure judge till his recent nomination to the Supreme Court.
However, those who should know speak very highly of him.
- Shall I pull some clippings? - That would be very nice.
Thank you.
- But I have to leave in an hour.
- I'll have them ready for you and warm up the Ferrari.
Splendid.
Higgins, who died? Mr.
Blackmore.
Heart attack.
Higgins? Who's playing for Mrs.
Blackmore? Well, no one.
The funeral's today.
The game's tomorrow.
What a strange little man.
I really had to hand it to Higgins.
In less than an hour, he'd dug up four articles on Caine, gassed the Ferrari and packed a lunch.
After bridge tomorrow, Zeus and Apollo might be having me for lunch.
But until then- Caine's life was a Horatio Alger story.
Orphaned at birth, he ran away to sea at 14, sailed freighters until the war, then enlisted.
He fought in Europe and was decorated for bravery twice.
After the war, law school on the G.
I.
Bill and a lucrative practice in New York and so on, until he was nominated for the Supreme Court.
All the articles read the same: Robert Caine was an amazing man.
I wasn't sure a brief marriage to a prostitute who disappeared was going to do him any real damage, even if it did leak.
Not with his record.
But I couldn't help feeling there was more to it than that.
Right on time.
Have you found her? Let's go for a ride, Mr.
Caine.
Well? I haven't found her yet.
Well, where are we going? On the phone, you led me to believe- That I had a lead? You remember a bartender used to work the Wiki-Wiki? Big Hawaiian named Maku? - No.
I don't think so.
Did he know Diane? - He says no, but I think yes.
Are we gonna see him? No.
How 'bout a piano player called Tickler? Well, I remember somebody at the club who played piano, but I don't recall his name.
You know, Mr.
Caine, it sounds like you didn't know anybody there, and nobody there knew you except Diane.
It was a long time ago.
I told you the club wasn't one of my hangouts.
I met Diane at the beach.
Sure, I knew people, but I don't remember their names, even their faces.
Look, there's only one person I am interested in meeting, and that's Diane.
Now, if you haven't found her, where are you taking me? To jar your memory.
- Why'd you bring me here? - Last place you saw Diane was here.
No, no.
The last time I saw Diane was on the dock.
I told you that.
You know, Magnum, you keep testing me, and I don't like it.
And you're not telling me everything you know.
Come on, Mr.
Caine.
It's tough enough finding a woman who disappeared 40 years ago without my own client sandbagging me.
Magnum, there is nothing more I can tell you that'll help you find Diane.
Nothing.
You just have to believe me.
Now, uh, take me back to my hotel, please.
Going for a ride, kiddo? You know my rules, Bobby.
It's after curfew.
You weren't thinking of leaving, were you, Diane? Not with two years left on your contract.
You can't hold her, Jessie.
Think not, kiddo.
Of course, if you want to buy her contract, it's worth at least 20 grand.
But I like you, Bobby.
I'll let you have her for 15.
You haven't got 15? That's too bad.
Well, I suppose I'm just gonna have to keep her.
Well, of course you can visit Diane for a more reasonable fee anytime she isn't occupied.
- Dutch is gonna have to kill me, Jessie.
- That's up to you, Bobby.
Bobby, no.
Get in the car.
Diane, get in the car! No! There's a fight.
! - All right, Jessie.
I'll stay.
- Sailor! - No.
Please.
- Yah! Yah! Bobby.
Dear God.
Please.
Bobby.
! Bobby? Come on, Diane.
Get in the car.
Come on.
You killed him! It's okay.
Damn it, you've killed him! You killed him.
! You killed him.
You killed him.
You killed him.
I don't know.
Something's not right here.
Thanks, Moki.
It's screwy, Rick.
Caine's lying.
Maku's lying.
- Hell, I'll bet when I meet this guy Tickler, he'll be lying.
- Do me- Do me a favor.
Finish this beer upstairs in my office, quick.
Huh? Higgins is here.
It's after 6:30.
If he catches you in here without a jacket, he's gonna string me up alive.
No, he won't.
What? I can guarantee ya, five gets you 50, he's gonna lay that old line on me that he's on the board of directors.
He's gonna tell me to throw your butt out of here.
Money's up.
You're on.
Hi, Hig.
And how is your investigation progressing? Oh, not too well.
- Are you sure there's nothing more I can do to help? - To help? No.
Positive.
Well, if there is anything, please don't hesitate to ask.
- Put Magnum's beer on my tab.
- I always do.
- Tomorrow at 3:00? - I'll try.
Thank you.
You believe that? You're catching flies, guys.
Give that guy a drink.
How you doin'? Oh, fine, thank you.
You Tickler? Yes, sir.
Well, Rick sent me.
He said you used to work the Wiki-Wiki Club on Hotel Street during the war.
Sure did.
Great club.
Lot of action.
Lot of fun.
Lines for everything.
Even to hear my music.
Times sure have changed.
- She work there? - Oh.
Pretty lady.
Yeah.
You remember her? You know, her face does look kind of familiar.
Her name's Diane Westmore.
Yeah.
Diane.
Nice girl.
I remember when she died.
Lot of people cried.
She died? That's right.
During the war.
The big one.
In a car accident with some flyboy from Wheeler, I think.
- You sure it was Diane Westmore? - About as sure as an old man can get.
Is she related to you? No.
Never met her.
Anyway, thanks a lot.
Thank you.
Could I play anything particular for you? Oh, no, thanks.
I'd love to some other time, though.
Good.
Come back again.
Now, don't go doin' that, Mrs.
Pauley.
You've done enough.
I want to, Tickler.
Well, I'm gonna have to earn it.
I guess if I hadn't been so stunned by what Tickler told me, I'd have noticed the tail.
After all, I am a private investigator, and it wasn't the most inconspicuous vehicle on the island.
But I didn't, because I was trying to figure how a woman killed in the '40s could send a telegram in the '80s.
Anyway, that's my excuse.
That and something else I had on my mind all day.
Aloha.
Aloha.
Promised you a ride home.
Remember? That woman you thought my grandfather might know- Yeah? - You didn't find her, did you? - No.
Uh-uh.
But if I had, I'd still be drivin' you home.
Can I see her picture? Sure.
It's hard to tell in this light, Magnum, but she does look familiar.
It's like I don't know her, but maybe her mother or sister or something.
Well, you gotta remember that picture was taken before you were born.
Diane Westmore would be in her late 50s, early 60s by now.
Try and picture her that old, you know, with white hair, a little heavier.
Look out.
! Hold on.
! Man, you called me out here for this? I thought you were dead.
Excuse me.
Well, we damn near were.
You know those tow truck types.
They see a Ferrari, they think you're loaded.
Yeah, and you called me 'cause I know you're broke.
Well, I'll give you gas money.
Gas money.
Why don't you just back this thing out of here? He can't get it into reverse.
Well, see, I think the clutch needs a little adjustment.
It probably slipped when we hit the embankment.
We'll be out of here in no time, Kiki.
You wanna bet? You know, it's great to have a buddy you can trust, T.
C.
Mm-hmm.
I mean, most guys would try and rip you off, you know? - Tell you, you had something like a- - Busted transmissión? Yeah.
Somethin' like that.
Yeah, well, that's what you got, baby.
Boy, Higgins is gonna kill you.
No, he won't.
Magnum? Yeah.
I've been doing what you said, trying to picture her older.
Yeah.
I think I know her, but her name's not Diane Westmore.
What is it? Mrs.
Pauley? Yes? A friend of the governor's to see you, ma'am.
Said his name is Thomas Magnum.
Magnum.
A friend of Michael's? Yes, ma'am.
That's what he said.
All right.
Show him in.
Yes, ma'am.
Well, Michael, I can't keep track of them all.
Thomas Magnum, Mrs.
Pauley.
- Thank you, Moana.
- Hello.
Would you care for a drink? Oh, yes, thank you.
Scotch on the rocks.
You said you knew my late husband.
Well, no, ma'am.
Not the governor.
At least not personally.
I knew your first husband- Bobby.
You know Bobby? That's right.
Okay, Mr.
Magnum, you know who I was- or rather, what I was.
So just tell me how much you want, and I'll decide whether to pay it, although it'd better not be more than 50 bucks, because since the governor died, I could care less what anybody knows about my past.
But above all, don't toy with me, especially about Bobby, or you won't even get your 50 bucks.
Mrs.
Pauley, he hired me to find you.
Well, you're remarkably well-preserved for your age.
Bobby was killed 40 years ago on the Arizona.
I may have disagreed with your methods, but I do appreciate your having tried to accomplish the impossible.
I hope that this is sufficient.
Oh, thank you.
That's very generous.
We passed the exit, driver.
Driver, we passed the airport exit.
- Diane isn't at the airport.
- Diane? - That's who you hired me to find, isn't it? - Where is she? - She's on her way to meet us.
- Where? At the Arizona Memorial.
Of the 1, 177 sailors and marines killed in action on the Arizona, in the hull beneath us.
To the navy, these men are considered to be buried at sea.
At 0755 on the seventh of December, 1941, the first wave of Kate torpedo bombers came skimming in over Pearl City.
They fanned out across the harbor at 40 feet and headed straight for battleship row.
Bobby? Bobby? Oh.
Ohh! Ohh.
Oh.
Ohh.
I thought you were dead.
All these years that I thought you were dead.
Diane, what on earth happened to you? Well, you just disappeared.
I never left Oahu.
I put you on the Orion.
I watched it sail.
W- I- I couldn't leave you to face the police alone.
I got off the Orion before she weighed anchor.
And then, a couple of hours later, the Japanese attacked, and the next day, you were listed as missing in action.
Bobby, what happened? Well, I drove up into the hills to the old sugar cane fields to watch you sail away.
The Orion was barely over the horizon when the Japanese attacked.
I realized that almost all my shipmates on the Arizona must have been killed, and if I didn't report to someone, they'd list me as missing in action.
So three days later, I shipped out with some able-bodied seamen on a cargo ship to the mainland.
Then when I couldn't find you, I enlisted in the army under the name of Caine.
And you were here all the time.
All the time.
Sorry.
Look.
I hate to break up this reunion, I really do, but one of you is lying to me.
Mr.
Caine, you hired me to find Diane, but you left out a few important facts- that in 1941, you were Ensign Robert Wicks and that the night you and Diane eloped, there was a hell of a fight.
And how could I tell you that? That's what I was being blackmailed with.
Diane, whatever your reasons were- But- Uh, Bobby, I didn't know you were alive until Magnum told me a couple of hours ago.
Well, now, that's very interesting, Mr.
Caine, considering I've never even seen this telegram Diane supposedly sent you.
I never sent a telegram.
And then last night I also received this message asking for $50,000 to be dropped at a phone booth at the Ala Moana Park at 2:00 this afternoon.
Why the hell didn't you show me this? What difference would it have made? I'm not gonna pay for blackmail.
That's why I was going back to the mainland today to decline the nomination.
I guess I should've known all along that I never could accept it.
Well, that's all well and good, Mr.
Caine, but somebody took a shot at me.
After all these years still bleeding oil.
That's where I belong, you know.
If I hadn't killed Dutch, I'd- I'd be down there now.
Dutch didn't die.
He came to me- oh, it was years ago- to apologize.
He was broke.
He'd heard that I'd helped others from the old days, and he wanted to know if I could help him.
Mrs.
Pauley, you sound like you still know where Dutch is.
He's my chauffeur.
It was more ironic than a Robin Masters novel.
She thought he was dead.
He thought she was dead.
And only the chauffeur knew the truth.
He should've been the butler.
I just hoped that Rick didn't get lonely and start talking.
Hey.
You been hackin' long? You got the sports page.
Could I take a look at it? I wanna see if my horse won yesterday.
It's my first day.
Probably be your last.
Boy, I hope so.
I'm chauffeuring the judge around for this pal of mine.
Hey, let me ask you somethin'.
Don't you get bored just sittin' around here all day? Now what's he tryin' to do? Rick, stop him! What? Stop him! Hey! Hey, wait a minute! Hey! What the heck is goin' on? That guy almost ran over my foot.
What? I thought I'm supposed to be the driver.
Hey! This is security unit one.
Here come the marines! Two unauthorized vehicles have just penetrated base security.
We are in pursuit.
Take it easy.
This isn't a Ferrari.
Trust me.
Oh, cute.
This is really cute.
Intruding vehicles are black limousines currently headed for Pier 67.
Request assistance.
Over.
Security unit five, unit one reporting pursuit of vehicles on Pier 67.
Hold on! It's blocked, and we're blocked.
Oh, hi, guys.
Uh-oh.
They can't make us re-up, can they? I'm, uh, sure he'll be here at any moment.
Ah.
Must be him now.
Glad you could join us, old boy.
Thank you.
- I believe you know Mrs.
Blackmore.
- Ah, yes.
I was very sorry to hear about your husband.
And this is Mrs.
Pauley, the widow of Governor Pauley.
Nice to see you again.
Thank you.
You know each other? Well, we have a mutual friend.
Have you heard from the judge? Yes.
He's meeting with the president about now to politely decline.
- Really? - And then he's coming back here for a long vacation.
Higgins, you're catching flies.
Oh, yes.
Well, shall we begin? Uh, Higgins, I think there's something we should get straight before we start.
Of course.
What conventions we play.
We play Kennedy, single Swiss, jacoby transfer, Michael's cue-bid, August response to weak twos and DOPI- in addition to Gerber, Blackwood and Stayman.
I assume those are the same conventions you used on the American team.
I was never on the American team.
You're not the T.
Magnum who played in Sao Paulo in '72? Higgins, I never said I was.
I'm sure I can learn bridge.
I'm great at poker.
What's wild?