Magnum, P.I. (1980) s06e15 Episode Script
All Thieves on Deck
Apollo's been shot.
Is he dead? What you got here? That's an 'au makua.
It's a Hawaiian family god.
Is this little guy perhaps for sale? The worth of this 'au makua is beyond money.
Freeze, suckers! I would like to propose that you and I madly dance the rest of the night away.
Here's looking at you, kid.
I'm going to attempt to do what you have so miserably failed at.
I'm going to find the 'au makua.
Where is it? A week without you, Magnum, will, of course, be very difficult and trying, but somehow, it will be less difficult and trying than a week with you.
I shall survive.
Gee, thanks, Higgins.
I'll miss you, too.
I doubt that.
A week all alone on a cruise ship will undoubtedly prove to be wildly exhilarating.
There is, of course, shuffleboard, Ping-Pong, bingo.
You're just jealous because you're not going.
That Robin asked me.
The only reason I'm not going is because I must attend, as Mr.
Masters' representative, the Governor's Conference on the Preservation of Historical Hawaiian Fauna and Flora.
Obviously, your task is much less intellectual.
But exhilarating.
I mean, I usually don't take bodyguard-type jobs, but Mmm.
Zeus.
Something's wrong.
His sirloin tips are probably overdone.
My God.
What? Apollo.
He told you? Apollo.
He's been shot.
Is he dead? No, he's breathing.
I'll call the vet.
Not yet.
Come with me.
Interior security has been breached.
I think they're gone.
Yes, quite.
Looks like they were after something specific.
What makes you think they were after wine? Not wine, Magnum.
Here? You hid it here? Yes, quite.
Here.
Now you may call the veterinarian.
Yeah.
I'm afraid things are touch-and-go at this point.
The bullet is lodged near the patient's lungs at the moment.
We're hoping for some movement before we go in there.
How long can you wait? Depends on such things as the amount of blood loss, the patient's stamina, etc.
I must say, he is in extremely good physical condition.
He works out a lot.
You may wait here, Mr.
Higgins, and I'll let you know before we make the decision to operate.
Thank you, Doctor.
Now, who do we have here? Fluffy, yes? Oh, Fluffy, how could you? Come.
It's a nice doctor.
He's going to make you well.
I came just as soon as I heard.
Are you okay? I'm fine.
Thank you.
T.
C.
, this is an animal hospital.
What is going on? And what's with the message that you left for me? That you're going to meet Higgins at the hospital and you need my help.
Hey, look at me.
I got the same message, too.
It's all true.
It's Apollo.
Huh? He's been shot.
Shot? Well, how is he? Critical but, for the moment, stable.
What kind of chump would shoot an animal over a dumb statue? It is not a "dumb statue.
" The 'au makua is a Hawaiian family god given by the High Priest Kalaniopu'u to his To his nephew, King Kamehameha.
You already told me that.
But that's not the point.
The point is, it was probably the same man who tried to steal the statue, which Magnum has to deliver to a museum in Hilo for Mr.
Masters.
At present, he's watching over it while it's on display, but obviously things have escalated, and he's going to need some help.
What do you want us to do? How would you two like an all-island, all-expenses paid cruise on the S.
S.
Constitution? Discos, fine restaurants, docking at Maui, Kauai, Kona, Hilo, absolute paradise.
Who do we have to kill, Higgins? Yeah.
Hopefully, it won't come to that.
Man, shooting a dog over a statue.
I mean, even Apollo.
I'll go.
I'm in, too.
Thank you.
That statue must be worth Yeah, but of all the art treasures at Robin's Nest, why would they go after that? We don't know.
Nevertheless, the cultural and historical value of the 'au makua is priceless.
Mr.
Masters stumbled across it in a pawn shop in Hong Kong while doing some research for his new novel.
He bought it for a song.
Thank you, again.
And I'm sure Apollo will appreciate the flowers.
Hmm.
We better go pack.
Yeah.
You ready to go? I think I'll remain here for a while.
Don't be concerned about me.
I'll be fine.
I guess in retrospect Higgins being so stoic and matter-of-fact about Apollo getting shot made sense.
After all, he's British.
That's just the way he is.
What was kind of strange was the way I reacted to it.
I mean, I'm not in favor of shooting dogs or anything, but that guy, for six years, he and Zeus, have devoted their entire existence to making my life miserable.
Yet, somehow, I've become a little used to it.
And I didn't think I could become used to not having him around.
In other words, and not just because of that statue, I wanted those jokers.
Aloha.
Hi.
What you got here? That's an 'au makua, It's a Hawaiian family god.
It was given by the High Priest Kalaniopu'u to his nephew.
Oh, Russell, it's so primitive.
My name is Russell Tate.
This here is my lady, Sara.
We're from Idaho.
Potatoes.
As a matter of fact, most everybody calls us the "Taters.
" I'm Thomas Magnum.
What were you saying about the little guy here? Oh, who cares, Russell? Now, let's you and me go have some of that complimentary brunch before it's all gone.
Come on, honey.
Move it.
Yes, dear.
That's an 'au makua.
That's right.
What's it doing here? It's on display.
It was given by the High Priest Kalaniopu'u to his nephew Yes, I know.
King Kamehameha.
Peggy Armbrister.
I'm an archeologist.
I know this stuff.
A lot more than Michener ever did, that's for sure.
That man wouldn't know an 'au makua from a ku to a ki'i.
Michener wrote a big book on Hawaii.
Well, mine's going to be bigger.
Danny Frye, novelist.
I'm here in the Islands doing research for the ultimate novel about Hawaii.
Like I said, Michener didn't get it all.
And you're going to do all this research on one seven-day cruise? Sure.
Why not? Looks very expensive.
Not really.
Perhaps $20,000 American.
The worth of this 'au makua is beyond money.
Well beyond.
Take good care of it.
Hi.
Thomas Magnum.
I'm with the little guy.
Oh, it's a pleasure.
May I introduce the Countess Jacqueline Fabray Dumont? How do you do? And I am her husband, Phillipe.
We own a modest art gallery in Paris.
Is the little guy perhaps for sale? Oh, no, it isn't.
It belongs to the famous writer, Robin Masters.
He's loaning it to a museum on Hilo.
But he thought, on the way, people might like to see it.
How generous.
It would look lovely in our gallery.
It will also look lovely inside a museum, my dear.
Thank you very much.
What do you think? What do you mean, what do I think? Any of them good suspects? I don't know, Rick.
There's hundreds of people on this boat.
We're just going to have to wait it out.
Wait for somebody to make a move.
Maybe tonight during the Captain's Welcome Aboard Dinner.
Wow.
This is going to be just like The Maltese Falcon.
Yeah.
I just hope Apollo doesn't end up like Miles Archer.
Who's Miles Archer? He was Humphrey Bogart's partner.
But he got offed in the beginning.
This is an 'au makua.
It is owned by the famous novelist, Robin Masters.
It was originally given by the High Priest Kalaniopu'u to his nephew, King Kamehameha.
To paraphrase an old song, the nighttime is the right time to be with the 'au makua you love.
And I was hoping this first night, we would be able to find that certain someone who was suitably smitten with a certain little short guy with a certain glowering visage.
The hard part, of course, was to remain ready and vigilant.
Freeze, suckers! "Freeze, sucker"? Let's go.
Let's go, guys.
Rick, I'll be right back.
That's right, Higgins.
Coast Guard's got them and they're on their way back in.
When you get an ID, please call me back.
What? Oh, no problem.
We'll enjoy ourselves.
Wait.
How's Apollo? Oh, okay.
Well, let me know.
He's scheduled for surgery at 6:00 a.
m.
This Apollo a friend of yours? Kind of.
He's a dog.
Thank you, Captain, for all your cooperation.
No trouble.
I love a thriller.
I'm just sorry it ended so soon.
I've always sort of, you know, fancied myself as something of a who-done-it man, too.
Look, I don't want to impose, but I wonder if you couldn't get Robin Masters to take a look at this, hmm? Well, I could try and ask.
Oh, that would be just great.
I call it, All Thieves on Deck.
Well, it's sort of a nautical thriller.
I expect we'd better get down to dinner.
Shall we? Sure.
Oh, what about Rick? I'll have some champagne sent up to him.
And then, I'm going to propose a toast to your success.
Congratulations.
All's well that ends well, I guess.
The thieves were history, the 'au makua safe and sound, and T.
C.
, Rick and I were going to have a whole week of fun.
Then how come I wasn't laughing? Because in my book, you're just as bad as the guys who tried to steal it! That's absurd.
It is not! It is, too! No one man has the right to own it.
That 'au makua belongs to the Hawaiian people and it should be returned to them.
And which specific Hawaiian people should it be returned to? You don't count.
You're a haole.
I'm talking about the natives.
I wouldn't use that word very loudly, if I were you.
You know what I mean.
No, I'm afraid I don't.
Because whether you or I happen to like it, Robin bought that statue with his own money and he can do whatever he wants with it.
But, because he is civically and culturally concerned, he's giving the Hawaiian people an opportunity to see it and appreciate it.
By taking it for a ride on some stupid boat.
Ship.
Okay.
Ship.
Stupid ship.
I'm sorry.
I guess I get a little carried away sometimes.
How about some more champagne? You take your Idahos, your California whites, and your Burbank potatoes Now, don't forget the Katahdins, Russell.
Or even those little new potatoes, but pound for pound, bushel for bushel, I gotta stick with that good old red, white and blue russet.
Give me a russet anytime.
I mean, you talk potatoes, he knows potatoes, believe you me.
That's very interesting.
Don't be rude, Phillipe.
Oh, russets.
Russets.
They are the best.
Well, thank you very much.
But I'm sure they have some fancy pomme de terre over there in France, too.
Right, little lady? Right, Russell.
Now, you know, there are just many, many interesting ways you can fix them.
Like I know you people like pomme frites.
Back home we call them fries.
Now, you have your baked, you have your boiled, you have your broiled, you have your au gratin, and then you have those little tiny oochy things.
They're just so cute you could just die.
Now, I just love them 'cause you just pop them in.
They go down like that.
I want to thank you, Thomas.
I'm having the time of my life.
I think I'll go relieve Rick.
No, wait a minute.
I'll do that in a little bit.
You guys have done more than your share.
Why don't you have some fun, dance with somebody? Never learned to foxtrot.
Sounds like everybody's having a good time.
Here's looking at you, kid.
Say? Thirsty for some bubbly? I forgot.
You're driving and I'm guarding you.
Whoopee.
Goodnight, Peggy.
Goodnight, Dr.
Simms.
Why don't you go home, Mr.
Higgins? You're welcome to stay.
Peggy will be on duty all night.
But there's really nothing you can do here.
Thank you, Doctor.
I know that.
But I'm awaiting a call from the police and I fear that if I make that long drive back I may well indeed miss it.
So, I Sure.
He's sleeping now.
Would you like to take a look at him? Yes, thank you.
Okay.
Okay.
Go ahead.
Name one good book this guy ever wrote.
Go ahead.
Go ahead.
Tales of the South Pacific, The Fires of Spring, Floating World, The Bridges at Toko-Ri, The Bridge at Andau, The Drifters, Sayonara, Texas, Pace, The Covenant.
Oh.
And of course, Hawaii.
What have you published? I want out! Never! You will suffer like I've been suffering.
You are a fool.
A petty, bitter, spiteful, little fool.
And you, my dear Countessa, are a tramp! I think it's time we danced.
Okay.
Just one, and then I've got to go see my little friend.
Why do you do that? What? Always be rude and argumentative in public? Or overly obstreperous and didactic? My shrink says I'm overcompensating.
But I think it's normal, most of the time.
I was talking about your bubblegum.
Oh, you mean my Japanese bubblegum.
Oh, that's because I just quit smoking.
I mean, I was real hardcore.
Two packs a day.
No filters.
But, then I found this really unique bubblegum while I was on this dig in Kyoto.
Kyoto, Japan.
Hmm.
It's got a very strange flavor but once you get past that you can blow a bubble as big as the world and when it breaks it won't stick to your hair or your face.
Or your mustache.
The bases are loaded, there's two outs.
We're at the bottom of the ninth and Elroy Face is in for the Pirates.
Now, you remember Elroy Face? all-time winning percentage, pal.
Ernie Banks is the batter.
And my Cubbies My Cubbies are three runs down.
And I'm in the bleachers with my pop when old Elroy lets loose with a three and two forkball.
And you know what Ernie did to that forkball? He made a touchdown.
Did I say something wrong? No, it's the wrong sport.
That's football.
Ernie hit a homerun and my pop caught it.
Oh, marvelous.
Are you one of the guardians of this statue? Yeah.
I guess you might say that.
Yes.
It is beautiful.
Oh! I am the Countess Jacqueline Fabray Dumont.
You may call me Countess.
Rick Wright.
I hope you will excuse me, I've just had another fight with my pig of a husband.
I thought I would come to this spot for a little peace and quiet.
I found this 'au makua has such tranquility.
That's what I need in my life right now.
Do you mind if I join you here to contemplate the beauty of this wonderful piece? Oh, no, not at all.
In fact, I'm here all alone.
Everybody else is having a good time and I'm standing around here talking to this statue.
Pretty buggy, ain't it? No, not at all.
I understand perfectly.
Perhaps we have a kindred spirit.
Yeah, right.
Oh.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I haven't offered you any champagne.
I do apologize.
Get your glass.
Here.
Oh, hey, thanks a lot, Countess.
There.
Mmm.
You know, he married me for my money and my title.
Your pig? I mean Oh, I'm sorry.
Here.
Drink, Rick, drink.
We will be happy and we will look at the 'au makua together.
Listen, Thomas, I would one last time unequivocally and irrevocably like to apologize for being such a jerk before.
I tend to get kind of emotional about artifacts.
That's okay.
You don't need to apologize.
I understand.
You do? Mmm-hmm.
I sometimes get very emotional over things I get emotional about.
You do understand! And now I would like to propose that you and I madly dance the rest of the night away.
Okay? That sounds wonderful, but there is something I do have to do first.
How about a rain check? Tomorrow night? Magnum, may I see you a moment? Excuse me.
What is it? Your friend, Higgins.
My phone.
Says it's an emergency.
T.
C.
? Right.
I got it.
I'm checking on it now.
Oh, by the way, any change? Well, let me know, okay? Yeah.
The guys we caught are from San Diego.
Professional thieves.
Yeah, so what? They're in jail.
But they didn't arrive in Honolulu till noon, yesterday.
Then they couldn't have been the guys that broke into the estate.
And shot Apollo.
That means there could be others onboard.
Looks that way.
Let's go.
The plot thickens, eh, boys? We're gonna need a doctor.
All Thieves on Deck, Book Two, by Captain James T.
Lyle.
After an exhaustive all night search, the weary private investigator, Timothy Mandan and his able sidekick, R.
C.
, were unable to find the missing jade goddess.
Meanwhile, his other friend, Dick, and the Princess barely clung to life.
Perhaps the punishment by the gods for their brief, but illicitly torrid affair.
That's garbage! Look, I swear she had nothing to do with it.
All we did is talk.
Rick, the spiked champagne came from her bottle.
Thomas, why would she poison herself? I don't know.
I mean, I'd like to ask her myself except the doc says she's too weak to talk.
Or she's pretending to be too weak to talk.
When's the last time you saw Phillipe? Who, that jerk that married her for her title? He was here all last night, he just left.
Probably celebrating.
Yeah, celebrating ashore.
Or maybe selling the 'au makua.
Huh? Hey, I tailed him to his cabin, he went inside, so I left him there.
Why? Well, I'm betting my money on this Danny Frye guy.
I decided to follow him around.
And? And he was holed-up writing all morning.
So, then I went back to check on Phillipe.
The cruise director said he was gone ashore.
Great.
I knew it.
Said he was going to get some medicine for his wife.
Medicine? There's a whole infirmary here full of medicine.
I'm going to find him.
I'm with you.
T.
C.
, I think it's better if you stay here with Rick and keep looking.
And can you try calling Higgins to see if any of his royalty connections can confirm the Countess and her husband? Hey, while you're at it, can you see if he can reach Robin about Danny Frye? If he's as hot a writer as he says he is, maybe he's heard of him.
I don't trust that guy, either.
Mmm-hmm.
Any leads? Possibly.
Swell.
What can I do to help? You need a partner? Well, you can call the police, have them watch the airport and the boat basins.
See, I think the 'au makua is on shore.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
Just make sure the Countess stays put.
The doctor, um The doctor says you're going to live, you know.
I know what you're thinking.
Things looked horrible.
But this time, you're wrong.
That's because it was obvious I was dealing with a rank amateur.
First of all, Phillipe didn't cover his tracks very well.
No double or triple switches of taxis.
So the one guy who picked him up knew exactly where he dropped him off.
I figured he was probably inside right now fencing the 'au makua to some bozo for probably about half-price.
The big questions in my mind were whether he was going to come back to the ship for his wife or not, and whether the Countess was really poisoned, or was she just part of the act.
Somehow, I figured I'd better ask him that myself.
Well, I guess you were right.
Things did look horrible.
Poor, dumb Phillipe was probably double-crossed by his fence.
Unless She's got to be onboard.
She was just checked back in We'll split up and find her.
This is one big boat.
Ship.
Ship.
Whatever.
It's gonna take us all day.
Besides, what makes you think it was Peggy? Bad habits are hard to break.
And the next number is I-17.
Bingo! Hey, how's it going? You know, I was wondering if Hey.
Don't ever interrupt a writer.
Ever.
Oh, yeah, right.
Plying me with expensive champagne will not make the slightest bit of difference, Phillip.
I still want a divorce.
Will you excuse us, Woodley? Till death us do part, Jackie.
Please, don't leave out the "love and cherish, " either.
What a pathetic, hollow joke this has become.
Hi, Peggy.
Hi.
I am going to take you for everything you have, Phillip.
I love these old movies, too.
Yeah, they're great.
Romance, adventure, mystery.
Damn.
Where is it? What, your gum? Yeah.
Well, how about a smoke instead? I don't smoke.
Ah.
I didn't do it.
Come on, quiet.
Do what? Don't play games.
Okay, I did start smoking again, but I didn't kill Phillipe.
Well, you were obviously there.
What were you doing? I had this hunch that Phillipe and the Countess stole the 'au makua.
I just wanted to get it back.
For the people.
That's beside the point.
I don't have it.
Shut up! Okay.
Okay, let's just say I believe you, what made you think it was them? They were practically salivating over it in the display room.
Well, so were you.
What happened in the house? Well, I was outside, about to go in and confront the jerk, when there was a lot of shouting, and then there was this yell.
And then a second later a car sped out the back way.
Did you get a look at whoever was driving? Uh-uh.
It happened too fast.
Except it was a rental.
There was this big sticker.
Then you went in the house.
Philippe was dead and the 'au makua was gone.
Why didn't you call the police? That should be obvious, Thomas.
I didn't want to be implicated.
Well, you're gonna have to talk to them now.
Do I have to? Yes! Go! I want out! Never! You will suffer like I have suffered.
You are a fool.
A bitter, spiteful, petty, little fool.
And you, my dear, are a tramp! I think I believe you.
You do? But you're still going to have to talk to the police.
Will you come with me? No.
There's somebody I have to talk to first.
Who? A very good actress.
Under ruthless but brilliant questioning by the famed private investigator, Timothy Mandan, the bogus Princess confessed to the theft of the priceless jade goddess.
But who killed her charlatan husband and then stole it from him? That was the next mystery facing Mandan and his stalwart cohorts.
The problem was, there were still about 600 suspects.
To be continued.
Higgins, I got your message.
Why did you come? I'm going to attempt to do what you have so miserably failed at.
I'm going to find the 'au makua.
What about Apollo? What about the Governor's conference? My duty is here.
Well, so is mine.
And it seems like everybody onboard's taken a crack at stealing that thing.
Perhaps because they realize who is guarding it, or was guarding it.
Or perhaps because it's worth more than 20 grand.
Nonsense.
It was appraised.
Now, I spoke to Mr.
Masters, who had never heard of an up-and-coming novelist named Danny Frye.
I think he's our man.
Now, wait a second, Higgins.
Just because a guy is not who he says he is does not mean he's our man.
You have to operate from hard evidence.
Like me.
And just what is your hard evidence? Peggy Armbrister, the lady archeologist that I told you about, described the getaway car as a rental.
A rental car from the same company that the cruise director booked for Danny Frye this very morning.
That all fits.
I know that.
What? How can you know that? How can you know that? You evidence is circumstantial.
Mine is concrete.
Yes, but I have evidence that may be somewhat more empirical than your concrete.
What? What is your evidence? How did you get it? From Apollo.
Apollo? A small piece of human skin was found embedded in his claws.
There was more in his fangs.
It will be interesting to see how Frye's matches up to that.
He was wearing a Band-Aid.
Well, then, please direct me to him.
How is Apollo? He's presently in ICU.
He was right here.
Pretty awful stuff, huh? Yeah.
Real awful.
My God, man.
The murky meanderings of an erstwhile novelist are totally irrelevant.
No.
Not irrelevant at all.
What's it say? "Bye, suckers.
See you in Argentina.
" You have failed.
Inexorably, unquestionably, and ignobly failed.
Will you relax, Higgins? Can we try and think of this as a temporary setback? I knew it.
I knew it was him.
Because it is most obviously a permanent setback.
Why? Higgins, I We have already caught three sets of thieves.
We're on a roll.
We'll get this guy.
I doubt Mr.
Masters would finance an excursion to Buenos Aires.
As a matter of fact, with the loss of the 'au makua, not to mention the loss of face on the part of Mr.
Masters, I wonder if he'll further finance your future sponging off his good graces.
All right, Higgins, that's enough! I know you're upset, I know you've got your mind on other things The only thing on my mind is my duty.
Thomas.
Higgins.
Let's keep some perspective on this.
What I am trying to say is I don't think Danny Frye went to Argentina.
Will you tell him that? Why? Why? I'll tell you why.
It's real simple.
Why, if Danny already had the 'au makua, after murdering Phillipe Dumont, would he sneak back onboard and leave us a nice public little note saying he went off to South America? Because he's crazy.
Or maybe he doesn't want us to look for him here.
Now, where would you go if you were in absolute total jeopardy aboard this ship? Lifeboats.
No, that's too obvious.
At any rate, they are all open.
Not the launch.
$10,000 if you say you never saw me.
A piece? Well, make it 15.
That'll be five for each one of you.
Oh, that wouldn't leave you much of a profit margin, Danny.
I mean, after all, the little guy's only worth 20 grand, right? Well, there's always sentimental value.
Oh, I don't think so.
Maybe for Peggy Armbrister it was.
But somehow I think those pros from San Diego and you didn't quite have that heart of gold.
You left out Phillipe and the Countess.
Well, they've been seeing too many movies.
Like The Maltese Falcon.
Yeah, with Humphrey Bogart, Mary Astor, Peter Lorre, Sydney Greenstreet, Barton T.
C.
, please.
And a fake statuette with a whole lot of precious gems painted over.
Except in the end it was fake.
Right.
Oh, here come the police, now.
Ow! Just kidding.
Well, let's see if it matches.
Matches what? Where the Doberman clawed you.
What Doberman? I've got an ingrown hair and it got infected He's lying.
Maybe Apollo bit him somewhere else.
Well, it doesn't matter now.
Well done, Magnum.
Thank you.
My God! Have you lost your mind? Maybe.
I think I want my lawyer.
Espionage? Uh-huh.
CIA? KGB? Maybe it's atomic secrets.
They're toys.
You killed a man for some toy robots? Ah.
Industrial espionage.
The toy industry is one of the most competitive in the world.
That's real true.
And those negatives belong to me.
He stole them.
Top-secret designs for our Christmas line.
And I want them back, Magnum.
So, hand them over.
Now! Don't move or I'll shoot.
How am I doing? Not great.
All righty.
Nice and easy, everybody.
Russell, get the negatives.
Let's move it out.
Not so fast, toots.
You destroyed it! Help! Help! Well, do something.
I can't swim! Then you shouldn't have jumped! Don't you understand? Help me! And so the final mystery of the illusive jade goddess was now over.
And there was only one loose end for the intrepid Timothy Mandan to wrap up.
Actually, several.
I guess I owe you an apology I mean, I know things haven't been that great between us.
But I'd kind of like to get off to a new start, you know.
And maybe by us working together, we've got a shot at it.
You know, you get a clue, then I get a clue and bam.
We got them.
You know, it's funny.
It is really funny how something that appears to be so complex to everybody else, can really be so simple.
Especially when you understand good old-fashioned deduction.
Like, for instance, me figuring out the 'au makua was a fake.
You know, all that King Kamehameha stuff, was nothing but an out and out fabrication told to Robin by that pawnbroker in Hong Kong.
I mean, come on.
Come on, I mean, the guy who sold it to him, the guy who was killed, was really working for Danny Frye, who himself was working for a rival toy company.
So, it was obvious that he photographed the toy designs, put the film in the fake 'au makua, and was about to deliver it to Danny Frye, when he was shot.
By Russell.
Only his name wasn't Russell.
But he's the guy who broke in here That's another story.
Anyway.
I got him.
Glad you made it, pal.
Is he dead? What you got here? That's an 'au makua.
It's a Hawaiian family god.
Is this little guy perhaps for sale? The worth of this 'au makua is beyond money.
Freeze, suckers! I would like to propose that you and I madly dance the rest of the night away.
Here's looking at you, kid.
I'm going to attempt to do what you have so miserably failed at.
I'm going to find the 'au makua.
Where is it? A week without you, Magnum, will, of course, be very difficult and trying, but somehow, it will be less difficult and trying than a week with you.
I shall survive.
Gee, thanks, Higgins.
I'll miss you, too.
I doubt that.
A week all alone on a cruise ship will undoubtedly prove to be wildly exhilarating.
There is, of course, shuffleboard, Ping-Pong, bingo.
You're just jealous because you're not going.
That Robin asked me.
The only reason I'm not going is because I must attend, as Mr.
Masters' representative, the Governor's Conference on the Preservation of Historical Hawaiian Fauna and Flora.
Obviously, your task is much less intellectual.
But exhilarating.
I mean, I usually don't take bodyguard-type jobs, but Mmm.
Zeus.
Something's wrong.
His sirloin tips are probably overdone.
My God.
What? Apollo.
He told you? Apollo.
He's been shot.
Is he dead? No, he's breathing.
I'll call the vet.
Not yet.
Come with me.
Interior security has been breached.
I think they're gone.
Yes, quite.
Looks like they were after something specific.
What makes you think they were after wine? Not wine, Magnum.
Here? You hid it here? Yes, quite.
Here.
Now you may call the veterinarian.
Yeah.
I'm afraid things are touch-and-go at this point.
The bullet is lodged near the patient's lungs at the moment.
We're hoping for some movement before we go in there.
How long can you wait? Depends on such things as the amount of blood loss, the patient's stamina, etc.
I must say, he is in extremely good physical condition.
He works out a lot.
You may wait here, Mr.
Higgins, and I'll let you know before we make the decision to operate.
Thank you, Doctor.
Now, who do we have here? Fluffy, yes? Oh, Fluffy, how could you? Come.
It's a nice doctor.
He's going to make you well.
I came just as soon as I heard.
Are you okay? I'm fine.
Thank you.
T.
C.
, this is an animal hospital.
What is going on? And what's with the message that you left for me? That you're going to meet Higgins at the hospital and you need my help.
Hey, look at me.
I got the same message, too.
It's all true.
It's Apollo.
Huh? He's been shot.
Shot? Well, how is he? Critical but, for the moment, stable.
What kind of chump would shoot an animal over a dumb statue? It is not a "dumb statue.
" The 'au makua is a Hawaiian family god given by the High Priest Kalaniopu'u to his To his nephew, King Kamehameha.
You already told me that.
But that's not the point.
The point is, it was probably the same man who tried to steal the statue, which Magnum has to deliver to a museum in Hilo for Mr.
Masters.
At present, he's watching over it while it's on display, but obviously things have escalated, and he's going to need some help.
What do you want us to do? How would you two like an all-island, all-expenses paid cruise on the S.
S.
Constitution? Discos, fine restaurants, docking at Maui, Kauai, Kona, Hilo, absolute paradise.
Who do we have to kill, Higgins? Yeah.
Hopefully, it won't come to that.
Man, shooting a dog over a statue.
I mean, even Apollo.
I'll go.
I'm in, too.
Thank you.
That statue must be worth Yeah, but of all the art treasures at Robin's Nest, why would they go after that? We don't know.
Nevertheless, the cultural and historical value of the 'au makua is priceless.
Mr.
Masters stumbled across it in a pawn shop in Hong Kong while doing some research for his new novel.
He bought it for a song.
Thank you, again.
And I'm sure Apollo will appreciate the flowers.
Hmm.
We better go pack.
Yeah.
You ready to go? I think I'll remain here for a while.
Don't be concerned about me.
I'll be fine.
I guess in retrospect Higgins being so stoic and matter-of-fact about Apollo getting shot made sense.
After all, he's British.
That's just the way he is.
What was kind of strange was the way I reacted to it.
I mean, I'm not in favor of shooting dogs or anything, but that guy, for six years, he and Zeus, have devoted their entire existence to making my life miserable.
Yet, somehow, I've become a little used to it.
And I didn't think I could become used to not having him around.
In other words, and not just because of that statue, I wanted those jokers.
Aloha.
Hi.
What you got here? That's an 'au makua, It's a Hawaiian family god.
It was given by the High Priest Kalaniopu'u to his nephew.
Oh, Russell, it's so primitive.
My name is Russell Tate.
This here is my lady, Sara.
We're from Idaho.
Potatoes.
As a matter of fact, most everybody calls us the "Taters.
" I'm Thomas Magnum.
What were you saying about the little guy here? Oh, who cares, Russell? Now, let's you and me go have some of that complimentary brunch before it's all gone.
Come on, honey.
Move it.
Yes, dear.
That's an 'au makua.
That's right.
What's it doing here? It's on display.
It was given by the High Priest Kalaniopu'u to his nephew Yes, I know.
King Kamehameha.
Peggy Armbrister.
I'm an archeologist.
I know this stuff.
A lot more than Michener ever did, that's for sure.
That man wouldn't know an 'au makua from a ku to a ki'i.
Michener wrote a big book on Hawaii.
Well, mine's going to be bigger.
Danny Frye, novelist.
I'm here in the Islands doing research for the ultimate novel about Hawaii.
Like I said, Michener didn't get it all.
And you're going to do all this research on one seven-day cruise? Sure.
Why not? Looks very expensive.
Not really.
Perhaps $20,000 American.
The worth of this 'au makua is beyond money.
Well beyond.
Take good care of it.
Hi.
Thomas Magnum.
I'm with the little guy.
Oh, it's a pleasure.
May I introduce the Countess Jacqueline Fabray Dumont? How do you do? And I am her husband, Phillipe.
We own a modest art gallery in Paris.
Is the little guy perhaps for sale? Oh, no, it isn't.
It belongs to the famous writer, Robin Masters.
He's loaning it to a museum on Hilo.
But he thought, on the way, people might like to see it.
How generous.
It would look lovely in our gallery.
It will also look lovely inside a museum, my dear.
Thank you very much.
What do you think? What do you mean, what do I think? Any of them good suspects? I don't know, Rick.
There's hundreds of people on this boat.
We're just going to have to wait it out.
Wait for somebody to make a move.
Maybe tonight during the Captain's Welcome Aboard Dinner.
Wow.
This is going to be just like The Maltese Falcon.
Yeah.
I just hope Apollo doesn't end up like Miles Archer.
Who's Miles Archer? He was Humphrey Bogart's partner.
But he got offed in the beginning.
This is an 'au makua.
It is owned by the famous novelist, Robin Masters.
It was originally given by the High Priest Kalaniopu'u to his nephew, King Kamehameha.
To paraphrase an old song, the nighttime is the right time to be with the 'au makua you love.
And I was hoping this first night, we would be able to find that certain someone who was suitably smitten with a certain little short guy with a certain glowering visage.
The hard part, of course, was to remain ready and vigilant.
Freeze, suckers! "Freeze, sucker"? Let's go.
Let's go, guys.
Rick, I'll be right back.
That's right, Higgins.
Coast Guard's got them and they're on their way back in.
When you get an ID, please call me back.
What? Oh, no problem.
We'll enjoy ourselves.
Wait.
How's Apollo? Oh, okay.
Well, let me know.
He's scheduled for surgery at 6:00 a.
m.
This Apollo a friend of yours? Kind of.
He's a dog.
Thank you, Captain, for all your cooperation.
No trouble.
I love a thriller.
I'm just sorry it ended so soon.
I've always sort of, you know, fancied myself as something of a who-done-it man, too.
Look, I don't want to impose, but I wonder if you couldn't get Robin Masters to take a look at this, hmm? Well, I could try and ask.
Oh, that would be just great.
I call it, All Thieves on Deck.
Well, it's sort of a nautical thriller.
I expect we'd better get down to dinner.
Shall we? Sure.
Oh, what about Rick? I'll have some champagne sent up to him.
And then, I'm going to propose a toast to your success.
Congratulations.
All's well that ends well, I guess.
The thieves were history, the 'au makua safe and sound, and T.
C.
, Rick and I were going to have a whole week of fun.
Then how come I wasn't laughing? Because in my book, you're just as bad as the guys who tried to steal it! That's absurd.
It is not! It is, too! No one man has the right to own it.
That 'au makua belongs to the Hawaiian people and it should be returned to them.
And which specific Hawaiian people should it be returned to? You don't count.
You're a haole.
I'm talking about the natives.
I wouldn't use that word very loudly, if I were you.
You know what I mean.
No, I'm afraid I don't.
Because whether you or I happen to like it, Robin bought that statue with his own money and he can do whatever he wants with it.
But, because he is civically and culturally concerned, he's giving the Hawaiian people an opportunity to see it and appreciate it.
By taking it for a ride on some stupid boat.
Ship.
Okay.
Ship.
Stupid ship.
I'm sorry.
I guess I get a little carried away sometimes.
How about some more champagne? You take your Idahos, your California whites, and your Burbank potatoes Now, don't forget the Katahdins, Russell.
Or even those little new potatoes, but pound for pound, bushel for bushel, I gotta stick with that good old red, white and blue russet.
Give me a russet anytime.
I mean, you talk potatoes, he knows potatoes, believe you me.
That's very interesting.
Don't be rude, Phillipe.
Oh, russets.
Russets.
They are the best.
Well, thank you very much.
But I'm sure they have some fancy pomme de terre over there in France, too.
Right, little lady? Right, Russell.
Now, you know, there are just many, many interesting ways you can fix them.
Like I know you people like pomme frites.
Back home we call them fries.
Now, you have your baked, you have your boiled, you have your broiled, you have your au gratin, and then you have those little tiny oochy things.
They're just so cute you could just die.
Now, I just love them 'cause you just pop them in.
They go down like that.
I want to thank you, Thomas.
I'm having the time of my life.
I think I'll go relieve Rick.
No, wait a minute.
I'll do that in a little bit.
You guys have done more than your share.
Why don't you have some fun, dance with somebody? Never learned to foxtrot.
Sounds like everybody's having a good time.
Here's looking at you, kid.
Say? Thirsty for some bubbly? I forgot.
You're driving and I'm guarding you.
Whoopee.
Goodnight, Peggy.
Goodnight, Dr.
Simms.
Why don't you go home, Mr.
Higgins? You're welcome to stay.
Peggy will be on duty all night.
But there's really nothing you can do here.
Thank you, Doctor.
I know that.
But I'm awaiting a call from the police and I fear that if I make that long drive back I may well indeed miss it.
So, I Sure.
He's sleeping now.
Would you like to take a look at him? Yes, thank you.
Okay.
Okay.
Go ahead.
Name one good book this guy ever wrote.
Go ahead.
Go ahead.
Tales of the South Pacific, The Fires of Spring, Floating World, The Bridges at Toko-Ri, The Bridge at Andau, The Drifters, Sayonara, Texas, Pace, The Covenant.
Oh.
And of course, Hawaii.
What have you published? I want out! Never! You will suffer like I've been suffering.
You are a fool.
A petty, bitter, spiteful, little fool.
And you, my dear Countessa, are a tramp! I think it's time we danced.
Okay.
Just one, and then I've got to go see my little friend.
Why do you do that? What? Always be rude and argumentative in public? Or overly obstreperous and didactic? My shrink says I'm overcompensating.
But I think it's normal, most of the time.
I was talking about your bubblegum.
Oh, you mean my Japanese bubblegum.
Oh, that's because I just quit smoking.
I mean, I was real hardcore.
Two packs a day.
No filters.
But, then I found this really unique bubblegum while I was on this dig in Kyoto.
Kyoto, Japan.
Hmm.
It's got a very strange flavor but once you get past that you can blow a bubble as big as the world and when it breaks it won't stick to your hair or your face.
Or your mustache.
The bases are loaded, there's two outs.
We're at the bottom of the ninth and Elroy Face is in for the Pirates.
Now, you remember Elroy Face? all-time winning percentage, pal.
Ernie Banks is the batter.
And my Cubbies My Cubbies are three runs down.
And I'm in the bleachers with my pop when old Elroy lets loose with a three and two forkball.
And you know what Ernie did to that forkball? He made a touchdown.
Did I say something wrong? No, it's the wrong sport.
That's football.
Ernie hit a homerun and my pop caught it.
Oh, marvelous.
Are you one of the guardians of this statue? Yeah.
I guess you might say that.
Yes.
It is beautiful.
Oh! I am the Countess Jacqueline Fabray Dumont.
You may call me Countess.
Rick Wright.
I hope you will excuse me, I've just had another fight with my pig of a husband.
I thought I would come to this spot for a little peace and quiet.
I found this 'au makua has such tranquility.
That's what I need in my life right now.
Do you mind if I join you here to contemplate the beauty of this wonderful piece? Oh, no, not at all.
In fact, I'm here all alone.
Everybody else is having a good time and I'm standing around here talking to this statue.
Pretty buggy, ain't it? No, not at all.
I understand perfectly.
Perhaps we have a kindred spirit.
Yeah, right.
Oh.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I haven't offered you any champagne.
I do apologize.
Get your glass.
Here.
Oh, hey, thanks a lot, Countess.
There.
Mmm.
You know, he married me for my money and my title.
Your pig? I mean Oh, I'm sorry.
Here.
Drink, Rick, drink.
We will be happy and we will look at the 'au makua together.
Listen, Thomas, I would one last time unequivocally and irrevocably like to apologize for being such a jerk before.
I tend to get kind of emotional about artifacts.
That's okay.
You don't need to apologize.
I understand.
You do? Mmm-hmm.
I sometimes get very emotional over things I get emotional about.
You do understand! And now I would like to propose that you and I madly dance the rest of the night away.
Okay? That sounds wonderful, but there is something I do have to do first.
How about a rain check? Tomorrow night? Magnum, may I see you a moment? Excuse me.
What is it? Your friend, Higgins.
My phone.
Says it's an emergency.
T.
C.
? Right.
I got it.
I'm checking on it now.
Oh, by the way, any change? Well, let me know, okay? Yeah.
The guys we caught are from San Diego.
Professional thieves.
Yeah, so what? They're in jail.
But they didn't arrive in Honolulu till noon, yesterday.
Then they couldn't have been the guys that broke into the estate.
And shot Apollo.
That means there could be others onboard.
Looks that way.
Let's go.
The plot thickens, eh, boys? We're gonna need a doctor.
All Thieves on Deck, Book Two, by Captain James T.
Lyle.
After an exhaustive all night search, the weary private investigator, Timothy Mandan and his able sidekick, R.
C.
, were unable to find the missing jade goddess.
Meanwhile, his other friend, Dick, and the Princess barely clung to life.
Perhaps the punishment by the gods for their brief, but illicitly torrid affair.
That's garbage! Look, I swear she had nothing to do with it.
All we did is talk.
Rick, the spiked champagne came from her bottle.
Thomas, why would she poison herself? I don't know.
I mean, I'd like to ask her myself except the doc says she's too weak to talk.
Or she's pretending to be too weak to talk.
When's the last time you saw Phillipe? Who, that jerk that married her for her title? He was here all last night, he just left.
Probably celebrating.
Yeah, celebrating ashore.
Or maybe selling the 'au makua.
Huh? Hey, I tailed him to his cabin, he went inside, so I left him there.
Why? Well, I'm betting my money on this Danny Frye guy.
I decided to follow him around.
And? And he was holed-up writing all morning.
So, then I went back to check on Phillipe.
The cruise director said he was gone ashore.
Great.
I knew it.
Said he was going to get some medicine for his wife.
Medicine? There's a whole infirmary here full of medicine.
I'm going to find him.
I'm with you.
T.
C.
, I think it's better if you stay here with Rick and keep looking.
And can you try calling Higgins to see if any of his royalty connections can confirm the Countess and her husband? Hey, while you're at it, can you see if he can reach Robin about Danny Frye? If he's as hot a writer as he says he is, maybe he's heard of him.
I don't trust that guy, either.
Mmm-hmm.
Any leads? Possibly.
Swell.
What can I do to help? You need a partner? Well, you can call the police, have them watch the airport and the boat basins.
See, I think the 'au makua is on shore.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
Just make sure the Countess stays put.
The doctor, um The doctor says you're going to live, you know.
I know what you're thinking.
Things looked horrible.
But this time, you're wrong.
That's because it was obvious I was dealing with a rank amateur.
First of all, Phillipe didn't cover his tracks very well.
No double or triple switches of taxis.
So the one guy who picked him up knew exactly where he dropped him off.
I figured he was probably inside right now fencing the 'au makua to some bozo for probably about half-price.
The big questions in my mind were whether he was going to come back to the ship for his wife or not, and whether the Countess was really poisoned, or was she just part of the act.
Somehow, I figured I'd better ask him that myself.
Well, I guess you were right.
Things did look horrible.
Poor, dumb Phillipe was probably double-crossed by his fence.
Unless She's got to be onboard.
She was just checked back in We'll split up and find her.
This is one big boat.
Ship.
Ship.
Whatever.
It's gonna take us all day.
Besides, what makes you think it was Peggy? Bad habits are hard to break.
And the next number is I-17.
Bingo! Hey, how's it going? You know, I was wondering if Hey.
Don't ever interrupt a writer.
Ever.
Oh, yeah, right.
Plying me with expensive champagne will not make the slightest bit of difference, Phillip.
I still want a divorce.
Will you excuse us, Woodley? Till death us do part, Jackie.
Please, don't leave out the "love and cherish, " either.
What a pathetic, hollow joke this has become.
Hi, Peggy.
Hi.
I am going to take you for everything you have, Phillip.
I love these old movies, too.
Yeah, they're great.
Romance, adventure, mystery.
Damn.
Where is it? What, your gum? Yeah.
Well, how about a smoke instead? I don't smoke.
Ah.
I didn't do it.
Come on, quiet.
Do what? Don't play games.
Okay, I did start smoking again, but I didn't kill Phillipe.
Well, you were obviously there.
What were you doing? I had this hunch that Phillipe and the Countess stole the 'au makua.
I just wanted to get it back.
For the people.
That's beside the point.
I don't have it.
Shut up! Okay.
Okay, let's just say I believe you, what made you think it was them? They were practically salivating over it in the display room.
Well, so were you.
What happened in the house? Well, I was outside, about to go in and confront the jerk, when there was a lot of shouting, and then there was this yell.
And then a second later a car sped out the back way.
Did you get a look at whoever was driving? Uh-uh.
It happened too fast.
Except it was a rental.
There was this big sticker.
Then you went in the house.
Philippe was dead and the 'au makua was gone.
Why didn't you call the police? That should be obvious, Thomas.
I didn't want to be implicated.
Well, you're gonna have to talk to them now.
Do I have to? Yes! Go! I want out! Never! You will suffer like I have suffered.
You are a fool.
A bitter, spiteful, petty, little fool.
And you, my dear, are a tramp! I think I believe you.
You do? But you're still going to have to talk to the police.
Will you come with me? No.
There's somebody I have to talk to first.
Who? A very good actress.
Under ruthless but brilliant questioning by the famed private investigator, Timothy Mandan, the bogus Princess confessed to the theft of the priceless jade goddess.
But who killed her charlatan husband and then stole it from him? That was the next mystery facing Mandan and his stalwart cohorts.
The problem was, there were still about 600 suspects.
To be continued.
Higgins, I got your message.
Why did you come? I'm going to attempt to do what you have so miserably failed at.
I'm going to find the 'au makua.
What about Apollo? What about the Governor's conference? My duty is here.
Well, so is mine.
And it seems like everybody onboard's taken a crack at stealing that thing.
Perhaps because they realize who is guarding it, or was guarding it.
Or perhaps because it's worth more than 20 grand.
Nonsense.
It was appraised.
Now, I spoke to Mr.
Masters, who had never heard of an up-and-coming novelist named Danny Frye.
I think he's our man.
Now, wait a second, Higgins.
Just because a guy is not who he says he is does not mean he's our man.
You have to operate from hard evidence.
Like me.
And just what is your hard evidence? Peggy Armbrister, the lady archeologist that I told you about, described the getaway car as a rental.
A rental car from the same company that the cruise director booked for Danny Frye this very morning.
That all fits.
I know that.
What? How can you know that? How can you know that? You evidence is circumstantial.
Mine is concrete.
Yes, but I have evidence that may be somewhat more empirical than your concrete.
What? What is your evidence? How did you get it? From Apollo.
Apollo? A small piece of human skin was found embedded in his claws.
There was more in his fangs.
It will be interesting to see how Frye's matches up to that.
He was wearing a Band-Aid.
Well, then, please direct me to him.
How is Apollo? He's presently in ICU.
He was right here.
Pretty awful stuff, huh? Yeah.
Real awful.
My God, man.
The murky meanderings of an erstwhile novelist are totally irrelevant.
No.
Not irrelevant at all.
What's it say? "Bye, suckers.
See you in Argentina.
" You have failed.
Inexorably, unquestionably, and ignobly failed.
Will you relax, Higgins? Can we try and think of this as a temporary setback? I knew it.
I knew it was him.
Because it is most obviously a permanent setback.
Why? Higgins, I We have already caught three sets of thieves.
We're on a roll.
We'll get this guy.
I doubt Mr.
Masters would finance an excursion to Buenos Aires.
As a matter of fact, with the loss of the 'au makua, not to mention the loss of face on the part of Mr.
Masters, I wonder if he'll further finance your future sponging off his good graces.
All right, Higgins, that's enough! I know you're upset, I know you've got your mind on other things The only thing on my mind is my duty.
Thomas.
Higgins.
Let's keep some perspective on this.
What I am trying to say is I don't think Danny Frye went to Argentina.
Will you tell him that? Why? Why? I'll tell you why.
It's real simple.
Why, if Danny already had the 'au makua, after murdering Phillipe Dumont, would he sneak back onboard and leave us a nice public little note saying he went off to South America? Because he's crazy.
Or maybe he doesn't want us to look for him here.
Now, where would you go if you were in absolute total jeopardy aboard this ship? Lifeboats.
No, that's too obvious.
At any rate, they are all open.
Not the launch.
$10,000 if you say you never saw me.
A piece? Well, make it 15.
That'll be five for each one of you.
Oh, that wouldn't leave you much of a profit margin, Danny.
I mean, after all, the little guy's only worth 20 grand, right? Well, there's always sentimental value.
Oh, I don't think so.
Maybe for Peggy Armbrister it was.
But somehow I think those pros from San Diego and you didn't quite have that heart of gold.
You left out Phillipe and the Countess.
Well, they've been seeing too many movies.
Like The Maltese Falcon.
Yeah, with Humphrey Bogart, Mary Astor, Peter Lorre, Sydney Greenstreet, Barton T.
C.
, please.
And a fake statuette with a whole lot of precious gems painted over.
Except in the end it was fake.
Right.
Oh, here come the police, now.
Ow! Just kidding.
Well, let's see if it matches.
Matches what? Where the Doberman clawed you.
What Doberman? I've got an ingrown hair and it got infected He's lying.
Maybe Apollo bit him somewhere else.
Well, it doesn't matter now.
Well done, Magnum.
Thank you.
My God! Have you lost your mind? Maybe.
I think I want my lawyer.
Espionage? Uh-huh.
CIA? KGB? Maybe it's atomic secrets.
They're toys.
You killed a man for some toy robots? Ah.
Industrial espionage.
The toy industry is one of the most competitive in the world.
That's real true.
And those negatives belong to me.
He stole them.
Top-secret designs for our Christmas line.
And I want them back, Magnum.
So, hand them over.
Now! Don't move or I'll shoot.
How am I doing? Not great.
All righty.
Nice and easy, everybody.
Russell, get the negatives.
Let's move it out.
Not so fast, toots.
You destroyed it! Help! Help! Well, do something.
I can't swim! Then you shouldn't have jumped! Don't you understand? Help me! And so the final mystery of the illusive jade goddess was now over.
And there was only one loose end for the intrepid Timothy Mandan to wrap up.
Actually, several.
I guess I owe you an apology I mean, I know things haven't been that great between us.
But I'd kind of like to get off to a new start, you know.
And maybe by us working together, we've got a shot at it.
You know, you get a clue, then I get a clue and bam.
We got them.
You know, it's funny.
It is really funny how something that appears to be so complex to everybody else, can really be so simple.
Especially when you understand good old-fashioned deduction.
Like, for instance, me figuring out the 'au makua was a fake.
You know, all that King Kamehameha stuff, was nothing but an out and out fabrication told to Robin by that pawnbroker in Hong Kong.
I mean, come on.
Come on, I mean, the guy who sold it to him, the guy who was killed, was really working for Danny Frye, who himself was working for a rival toy company.
So, it was obvious that he photographed the toy designs, put the film in the fake 'au makua, and was about to deliver it to Danny Frye, when he was shot.
By Russell.
Only his name wasn't Russell.
But he's the guy who broke in here That's another story.
Anyway.
I got him.
Glad you made it, pal.