Magnum, P.I. (1980) s08e05 Episode Script
Forever in Time
How did Princess Kahiwalani die? Some say it was suicide.
I saw her yesterday at Pali-Uli's funeral.
She is obsessed with the idea that she is the Princess, come back to life.
I don't think you're supposed to go into dead people's houses.
You, my beloved, are precious to me.
Precious as that rare blossom.
The soft falling rain comes to that flower as a lover, as I now come to you.
Thought you were supposed to be helping with the pageant.
You know, T.
C.
, here we are, living in paradise.
I mean, look around you.
This place is incredible.
And somehow, you get in your day-to-day routine, and you really do forget to stop to smell the flowers.
You know what I mean? Yeah, well, I wouldn't let Higgins catch you smelling the flowers for too long.
There you are, waiting for me.
Come, be with me.
In the cooling rain, I breathe.
Jonathan? Just a moment, Agatha.
I've just received a telephone call from Mr.
Kaimi.
The Queen No, no, no! Stage left! Stage left! If you exit stage right, you'll collide with the missionaries.
Whoa, whoa.
Okay, gang, let's make that exit stage left.
Hey, Higgins! I got it all rigged.
This baby is all set to go.
Fire-and-brimstone, right on cue.
It's gonna be the hit of the show.
Fire? Well, not real fire, Higgins.
I mean, it will be confetti.
But we'll have real smoke.
But in all honesty, I think just a few flashing lights and some colored gel would Oh, come on, are you kidding, Higgins? This is the opening number.
We need something to catch their attention.
He's right, you know.
William.
Jonathan.
I mean, what's a volcano without fire and smoke? Just watch.
Jonathan, about the phone call.
Yeah, that'll catch their attention, all right.
I can't understand what went wrong.
They always say a bad dress rehearsal ensures a perfect opening night.
Come on, let's go and take a look at little Kilauea, and see if we can figure out where you went wrong.
This check from the Downtown Merchants' Association should cover the cost of costumes and lights, and maybe even a better volcano.
All of us in the Historical Society are very grateful.
Ah, forget it.
I enjoy separating the rich and famous from their checkbooks.
Especially for a good cause.
You save me a front row seat.
Certainly.
Okay.
What is it, Agatha? Oh, Mr.
Kaimi from Queen Emma Summer Palace called.
They're about to close, and he wondered if you were still coming by for the historical artifacts they agreed to loan for the exhibit.
If I am still coming? I take it that it was Mr.
Magnum's responsibility.
I'll call Mr.
Kaimi back.
I'll never forget the date.
October 4, 1956.
I was late to my first saxophone lesson.
It was bound to happen.
I was always cutting it close: To baseball practice, to Boy Scouts, to school.
It was a character trait my mom said came from her side of the family.
The Sullivan side.
That was the side that always hated to be late, but hated even worse being early.
It was also the side of the family that never knew how to say no to a request from a friend.
And never quite felt comfortable saying yes, either.
But once they've said yes, nothing would ever stop them from doing the job.
Nothing would ever take their attention away from the task at hand.
My mom never could explain to me why certain things seemed to jump out of nowhere and grab the Sullivan imagination.
Neither could I.
I just knew they did.
And, I also knew, sometimes it was best to let them go.
Thomas! KAIMl: I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave.
Visiting hours are over.
Oh! No, I'm Mr.
, uh, Kaimi? Who are you? Oh, I'm Thomas Magnum.
I'm here to pick up Oh, yes.
Mr.
Higgins' delivery man.
I have the items all packed up for you right in here.
Mr.
Magnum? Who Who was that woman in the garden? Just now, there was a woman out there.
The same woman that's in that picture.
There was no woman in the garden.
Uh, I saw her.
Optical illusion, Mr.
Magnum.
The afternoon sun often creates shadows that This was no shadow.
The museum is closed.
The garden is closed.
And there is no exit, except through the house, past us.
Now, please tell Mr.
Higgins we will arrange to have the artifacts picked up the day after the pageant and exhibit.
" along the beach, men and women, lads and lasses "were returning from the bath in bright raiment, red and blue and green, "such as we delighted to see in the colored little pictures of our childhood, "and presently, the sun had cleared the eastern hill, "and the glow of the day was over all.
" Excellent, Agatha.
Do you really think so? I believe we should give you the place of honor, right at the end.
Thank you.
Here you are, Higgins.
Safe and sound, in plenty of time.
You can't leave until I make sure everything is here.
I also have some selections from Mark Twain, if you think they'd be appropriate.
It's all there.
Okay, we've got it this time.
Higgins, get ready for the opening number of all opening numbers.
Who is this? That's the Princess Kahiwalani.
Descended from a chiefly line.
She died tragically in 1910.
I don't know what happened.
Uh What do you mean, you don't know what happened? I followed your directions! And look what they got us, T.
C! I'm through listening to you.
Obviously, you know less about this than I do.
I know what you're thinking, and you're right.
There had to be a reasonable explanation for my stopping at a funeral for someone I had never met.
And there had to be a logical explanation for being drawn to a woman who I had never seen before.
And who, according to Higgins, at least, died nearly 80 years ago.
There had to be a logical, reasonable explanation.
I just didn't know what it was.
Magnum! Ah! There you are.
This package arrived for you early this morning.
Naturally, I assumed it was some sort of manufacturer's product sample giveaway before I noticed the return address.
Why would Pali-Uli Keahikapu be sending you a package? I don't know.
Who is Pali-Uli Keahikapu? Pali-Uli Keahikapu was maid servant to Kahiwalani before the Princess's sudden and unexpected demise.
A fact I'm sure you read for yourself in yesterday afternoon's newspaper.
Actually, I didn't have a chance to read the paper How odd.
An American Navy lieutenant's uniform from the turn of the century, identifiable primarily from I know, Higgins.
I was wearing it.
I beg your pardon? Nothing.
Never mind.
How did Princess Kahiwalani die? In a fire.
Some say it was suicide.
I saw her.
This woman that you say is Princess Kahiwalani, I saw her yesterday at Pali-Uli's funeral.
I never said this was Princess Kahiwalani.
Of course, I see some slight resemblance, but That photograph I showed you yesterday, you said she was Princess Kahiwalani.
The woman in that photo, yes.
But this is not the same woman.
This appears to be a photograph of you and a young lady, who looks somewhat like the Princess.
Magnum, I know what you're doing, and it's not going to work! Obviously, this is one of your clever little practical jokes designed to unnerve me before the Gala Anglo-Hawaiian Historical Society Pageant this week.
However, I have everything under control, and nothing could disconcert me now.
Oh, my God! Hi, Mom.
It's me.
We seem to be talking to each other's machines a lot lately.
I just wanted to talk to you about family history.
It's nothing important.
I love you.
Hello again.
How did you get in here? Well, I'm glad you asked, because it seems there is a way into and out of the garden.
I'd be happy to show you for future reference, in case you don't already know where it is, which I think you do.
You seem to know an awful lot about Hawaiian history.
How many of these little things have you published? Three? Four? What is it you want? Oh! I want to know who that woman was out in the garden yesterday, and I want to know why you lied to me about it.
I have a theory.
One that I didn't find in one of your little books, there.
Would you like to hear it? Well, I figure Course, now, this is just conjecture based on rumor and gossip, but I figure maybe she's the granddaughter of Princess Kahiwalani.
That's ridiculous! Well, it's just a theory.
Like I said, it probably couldn't be true, because if it were, somebody like you, with all your publishing experience, would probably write a little book about it and become rich and famous.
That would be big news, wouldn't it? I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
I'm leaving! I just wanted to hear what you thought about my theory before I gave it to the press.
You'd be making a big mistake.
Yeah.
All right, all right.
The girl was here yesterday.
And she does bear a slight resemblance to Princess Kahiwalani.
Very slight.
As a matter of fact, I was startled when I saw you.
You look a bit like Like who? It doesn't matter.
Like an American Navy lieutenant, maybe? Someone who was very close to Princess Kahiwalani? None of that matters.
The point is, she is a confused, neurotic girl who desperately wants to believe that she's royalty.
Well, I think I'd like to decide that for myself.
She thinks she is Kahiwalani! I have to warn you.
She can be very convincing.
Most schizophrenics are.
Easy.
It's okay.
Wait Don't run away.
I have to talk to you.
Who sent you here? Nobody.
Did my husband tell you No.
I have something that I think belongs to you.
Princess Kahiwalani's locket.
Where did you get it? It was sent to me by Pali-Uli Keahikapu.
Why does everyone think I What? If you're looking for a donation, we already gave.
You're bothering my wife.
I just wanted to ask her a few questions.
I suggest you leave before I call the police.
The Magnum side of me was saying, loud and clear, "Stay out of something that isn't any of your business.
" But the Sullivan side kept me wondering why Victoria seemed so frightened.
Oh, hey, I'm really sorry about this.
I'm having a little problem with my steering mechanism.
Isn't that right, Dick? Anyway, are you okay? Yeah I think so.
Well that's good.
Because the only reason we pulled you over like that is, um, I have to deliver something here.
That's very good.
Very authentic.
One could almost believe you were in an actual altercation.
I was in an altercation.
Oh, incidentally, your mother called.
She said you wanted to ask her some question about family history.
Yeah.
Well I suppose you believe you had a great-uncle who sailed the South Pacific and managed to get his picture into a locket which would someday find its way into your possession.
Is that really so completely far-fetched? Yes.
Is this all you got on Hawaiian history? I would think that all these volumes would be sufficient to find whatever it is you're looking for.
What's that? What's what? That book there.
The book you were hiding.
I'm not hiding anything.
Aha.
You were hiding it.
Don't be ridiculous.
Why on earth would I hide Gladys Shimpel's book! Why, Higgins? Why? Because it's Gladys Shimpel's book, that's why! You expect me to believe that you've even heard of Gladys Shimpel? The Islands' foremost expert on Hawaiian history.
Are you kidding? Everyone's heard of Gladys Shimpel.
And Gladys Shimpel's theory of Princess Kahiwalani was never proved.
You knew about this.
That's why you were hiding it.
And just because it lends some credence to your ridiculous theory But isn't it possible we're right, me and Gladys? It was all conjecture and rumor.
But possible, just possible, that Princess Kahiwalani had a son the year she spent in England, the result of a romance with an American Navy lieutenant.
That's all well and good, Magnum, but even if it were true, even if, you're saying that this man, William Keyes, kept his wife's identity secret for years, and then sent two thugs to beat you up when you began to get too close to his secret.
Well? Well, it's absurd.
William Keyes is a prominent citizen well known for his philanthropic acts.
Why would he suddenly start behaving like a common criminal? I don't know, Higgins.
But I intend to find out.
Listen, Thomas, I have about 500 things left to do for the pageant.
Come on, Rick, 500? That's a little bit of an exaggeration.
Don't you think? I have to pick the programs up from the printers, I have to okay the costumes for the dancers This won't take any time at all! I'll have you back in an hour, Rick! Yeah, yeah, that's what you always say! It took a little digging, but I came up with something on your boy.
Personally, I'm always a little suspicious of anybody that looks as clean as William Keyes.
Yeah, well, I never trusted the guy either.
Here you are, honey.
What'd you find? Well, on the surface, it appears like he's a very successful investor.
Ah! Card one is the chariot! Triumph, victory, hope, Success! That's great.
She's real good at this.
You said that he appears to be successful on the surface.
That's right.
However, here we have the tower.
Danger, ruin, destruction of plans.
Sudden death.
Where? Excuse me.
What's underneath the surface? What? Huh? Under the surface? Oh.
He's a hustler who's into some very big-time operators for a quarter of a million.
Would you mind getting me some more tea, dear? It's over there on the bar.
How about you? No thanks, I'm fine, ma'am.
You think he's got the money to pay them off? I know for a fact he doesn't.
He's flat broke.
It's not the first time, either.
Ice Pick, what are you doing? Sometimes you have to take the future into your own hands.
Oh, thank you, my dear.
Now, where were we? Card two.
Four of disks.
Four of disks! You hear that? Four of disks! Power.
Law and order.
Gain of money and influence.
Didn't I tell you she was great? Your man's going to have to come up with some money, fast.
If the lady's in danger, it's going to come from that corner.
Well, we got to go.
Thanks, Ice Pick.
Oh! Yeah.
Nice meeting you.
Goodbye.
Now, what does the future hold for me? I gotta give you credit.
You said we'd be less than an hour, and you were right.
It's a good thing, too.
'Cause I gotta be back at the estate to give the usherettes instructions at 2:00.
Usherettes? Dancers? Have you ever noticed that all your urgent tasks seem to have something to do with a bunch of pretty women? Uh-huh.
Well, I will be back at the estate by 2:00.
We could be.
If our next stop doesn't take too long.
Thomas! I think this is a very bad idea.
I don't think you're supposed to go into dead people's houses.
Ain't that against the law or something? If you see anybody coming up the road, just let me know.
Wait, who's gonna be coming up the road? I don't know! That's why I need somebody to keep a lookout.
Oh, great.
Just great! Hey, will you hurry up? This place gives me the creeps.
One character trait on the Magnum side of the family tree: Extreme stubbornness.
At least, that's what my mom always called it.
My dad liked to call it perseverance.
When all logic and reason told me to stay away from this case, my stubborn streak took hold.
I had to know why this woman, Pali-Uli, had tried to draw me into her world on the day that she died.
I could only hope that she had left a clue behind, to give me some sort of an answer.
It was beginning to look like she had done just that.
Thomas! Someone's coming! Thomas, let's get out of here! Thomas! Come on, come on, let's go! Princess Kahiwalani didn't commit suicide.
She was killed by her husband.
She and her Navy lieutenant lover.
I'd like to hear all about it, but could we get the hell out of here? Which is exactly what Pali-Uli thought was going to happen to Kahiwalani's granddaughter, Victoria.
Thomas! First of all, you almost get me killed over somebody who's been dead for 80 years.
Then you expect me to buy a story about Victoria Keyes, princess reincarnated? I didn't almost get you killed! And I'm not asking you to buy anything.
I'm just telling you what Pali-Uli believed.
Now, she wrote that Kahiwalani's husband found her and her lover, killed them both, and then set fire to the house.
That's very interesting, Thomas, but I got to tell you, I'm a little busy right now, so if you'll excuse me So you're saying Victoria is doomed to repeat Kahiwalani's death at her husband's hands unless the karma is somehow broken.
Right.
That is, if you believe the theory.
And you're going to buy into this? Yeah, I'm still holding.
If it were karma, and if she had to repeat it, the Navy officer would have to die with her.
Oh, come on.
That's all superstitions and ghost stories.
Without a doubt.
Although there are some of perhaps inferior intellect who support the theory of reincarnation.
First of all, why would Keyes believe that Victoria was the granddaughter of the Princess? Desperate people have a way of finding out all kinds of things.
Yeah, I'm still here.
Go ahead.
Not that I for a moment entertained the idea, but it was once proposed to me that I embody the spirit of a rather brilliant military advisor to Catherine the Great.
I'm certain if I were to mention his name, you'd see the similarity in character traits which would make such an observation possible, however misguided.
However, that's hardly the important issue at the moment.
Thanks, Darla.
I owe you one.
The problem is, if we accept any part of this bizarre theory There's no way of proving that Keyes is planning to murder his wife.
Precisely.
Just because Pali-Uli believed it, it is hardly probable cause.
But maybe a $500,000 insurance policy is.
Especially if it contains a suicide clause.
There's someone else besides Pali-Uli who knows about this.
KAIMl: She wanted to take some of Princess Kahiwalani's personal articles.
They belong to the museum.
I couldn't just let them go to some crazy woman.
And what made you think she was crazy? She thinks she's Kahiwalani! She's obsessed with the idea that she's the Princess come back to life.
Did she tell you that? No! Her husband did.
He called.
Yes, he called several times, asking for certain items.
He apologized, said he was humoring his wife, that she had all kinds of fantasies that included Suicide.
A fixation on Kahiwalani's suicide, actually.
Oma'oma'o Valley.
Oma'oma'o Valley.
A house was built for Princess Kahiwalani and her husband.
It was never lived in.
William Keyes said his wife was obsessed with restoring it and living in it.
He said she wanted to recreate Kahiwalani's life.
The ancient Hawaiians called it hana hope.
Some people called it karma.
My grandfather called it destiny.
But then, he was a Sullivan.
I didn't know whether to believe it or not, but whether Victoria was living out the destiny of her famous grandmother or simply in trouble all on her own, I knew I had to do whatever I could to help her.
Somebody should've heard from him by now.
He'd let us know if he was in trouble.
If he could.
We should send someone over to William Keyes' house.
Pre-show jitters? William! Uh, Mr.
Keyes, I, uh That is, uh Don't worry, Jonathan, everything is going to go like clockwork.
Yes, I'm quite sure your Where is Is Mrs.
Keyes attending the performance? No.
No, I'm afraid she came down with a bad headache.
I left her in her bed.
We'll see you after the show? Yes.
Good.
Ah.
" and presently the sun had cleared the eastern hill, "and the glow of the day was no more.
" I have the honor to present to you the man who made this pageant possible, for without his fundraising efforts, we would not have been able to present this program to you today.
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr.
William Keyes.
Thanks.
I know what you're thinking.
And I agree.
There was nothing more to Pali-Uli's theory of reincarnation, than the workings of a romantic, imaginative mind, and the devious, manipulative mind of William Keyes.
And, maybe, a little wishful daydreaming on the part of Thomas Sullivan Magnum.
Oh, there you are.
I've just seen Victoria, Mrs.
Keyes, off at the airport.
She asked me to give you this note.
Dear Thomas.
Please forgive me for leaving without stopping by to at least say thank you.
Somehow "thank you" seemed so inadequate, and I wasn't quite sure what else to say.
I know there must be some reason our lives were drawn together so mysteriously.
But I also know sometimes it's foolish to go chasing down reasons.
Maybe it's better to just accept it and let it go.
So I guess I'll just say mahalo and goodbye.
She also asked me to give you this.
It's quite a remarkable photograph of Princess Kahiwalani, one Pali-Uli had kept in her private collection.
So I guess we can put this reincarnation theory to rest, once and for all.
I guess we can, Higgins.
Mahalo.
I saw her yesterday at Pali-Uli's funeral.
She is obsessed with the idea that she is the Princess, come back to life.
I don't think you're supposed to go into dead people's houses.
You, my beloved, are precious to me.
Precious as that rare blossom.
The soft falling rain comes to that flower as a lover, as I now come to you.
Thought you were supposed to be helping with the pageant.
You know, T.
C.
, here we are, living in paradise.
I mean, look around you.
This place is incredible.
And somehow, you get in your day-to-day routine, and you really do forget to stop to smell the flowers.
You know what I mean? Yeah, well, I wouldn't let Higgins catch you smelling the flowers for too long.
There you are, waiting for me.
Come, be with me.
In the cooling rain, I breathe.
Jonathan? Just a moment, Agatha.
I've just received a telephone call from Mr.
Kaimi.
The Queen No, no, no! Stage left! Stage left! If you exit stage right, you'll collide with the missionaries.
Whoa, whoa.
Okay, gang, let's make that exit stage left.
Hey, Higgins! I got it all rigged.
This baby is all set to go.
Fire-and-brimstone, right on cue.
It's gonna be the hit of the show.
Fire? Well, not real fire, Higgins.
I mean, it will be confetti.
But we'll have real smoke.
But in all honesty, I think just a few flashing lights and some colored gel would Oh, come on, are you kidding, Higgins? This is the opening number.
We need something to catch their attention.
He's right, you know.
William.
Jonathan.
I mean, what's a volcano without fire and smoke? Just watch.
Jonathan, about the phone call.
Yeah, that'll catch their attention, all right.
I can't understand what went wrong.
They always say a bad dress rehearsal ensures a perfect opening night.
Come on, let's go and take a look at little Kilauea, and see if we can figure out where you went wrong.
This check from the Downtown Merchants' Association should cover the cost of costumes and lights, and maybe even a better volcano.
All of us in the Historical Society are very grateful.
Ah, forget it.
I enjoy separating the rich and famous from their checkbooks.
Especially for a good cause.
You save me a front row seat.
Certainly.
Okay.
What is it, Agatha? Oh, Mr.
Kaimi from Queen Emma Summer Palace called.
They're about to close, and he wondered if you were still coming by for the historical artifacts they agreed to loan for the exhibit.
If I am still coming? I take it that it was Mr.
Magnum's responsibility.
I'll call Mr.
Kaimi back.
I'll never forget the date.
October 4, 1956.
I was late to my first saxophone lesson.
It was bound to happen.
I was always cutting it close: To baseball practice, to Boy Scouts, to school.
It was a character trait my mom said came from her side of the family.
The Sullivan side.
That was the side that always hated to be late, but hated even worse being early.
It was also the side of the family that never knew how to say no to a request from a friend.
And never quite felt comfortable saying yes, either.
But once they've said yes, nothing would ever stop them from doing the job.
Nothing would ever take their attention away from the task at hand.
My mom never could explain to me why certain things seemed to jump out of nowhere and grab the Sullivan imagination.
Neither could I.
I just knew they did.
And, I also knew, sometimes it was best to let them go.
Thomas! KAIMl: I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave.
Visiting hours are over.
Oh! No, I'm Mr.
, uh, Kaimi? Who are you? Oh, I'm Thomas Magnum.
I'm here to pick up Oh, yes.
Mr.
Higgins' delivery man.
I have the items all packed up for you right in here.
Mr.
Magnum? Who Who was that woman in the garden? Just now, there was a woman out there.
The same woman that's in that picture.
There was no woman in the garden.
Uh, I saw her.
Optical illusion, Mr.
Magnum.
The afternoon sun often creates shadows that This was no shadow.
The museum is closed.
The garden is closed.
And there is no exit, except through the house, past us.
Now, please tell Mr.
Higgins we will arrange to have the artifacts picked up the day after the pageant and exhibit.
" along the beach, men and women, lads and lasses "were returning from the bath in bright raiment, red and blue and green, "such as we delighted to see in the colored little pictures of our childhood, "and presently, the sun had cleared the eastern hill, "and the glow of the day was over all.
" Excellent, Agatha.
Do you really think so? I believe we should give you the place of honor, right at the end.
Thank you.
Here you are, Higgins.
Safe and sound, in plenty of time.
You can't leave until I make sure everything is here.
I also have some selections from Mark Twain, if you think they'd be appropriate.
It's all there.
Okay, we've got it this time.
Higgins, get ready for the opening number of all opening numbers.
Who is this? That's the Princess Kahiwalani.
Descended from a chiefly line.
She died tragically in 1910.
I don't know what happened.
Uh What do you mean, you don't know what happened? I followed your directions! And look what they got us, T.
C! I'm through listening to you.
Obviously, you know less about this than I do.
I know what you're thinking, and you're right.
There had to be a reasonable explanation for my stopping at a funeral for someone I had never met.
And there had to be a logical explanation for being drawn to a woman who I had never seen before.
And who, according to Higgins, at least, died nearly 80 years ago.
There had to be a logical, reasonable explanation.
I just didn't know what it was.
Magnum! Ah! There you are.
This package arrived for you early this morning.
Naturally, I assumed it was some sort of manufacturer's product sample giveaway before I noticed the return address.
Why would Pali-Uli Keahikapu be sending you a package? I don't know.
Who is Pali-Uli Keahikapu? Pali-Uli Keahikapu was maid servant to Kahiwalani before the Princess's sudden and unexpected demise.
A fact I'm sure you read for yourself in yesterday afternoon's newspaper.
Actually, I didn't have a chance to read the paper How odd.
An American Navy lieutenant's uniform from the turn of the century, identifiable primarily from I know, Higgins.
I was wearing it.
I beg your pardon? Nothing.
Never mind.
How did Princess Kahiwalani die? In a fire.
Some say it was suicide.
I saw her.
This woman that you say is Princess Kahiwalani, I saw her yesterday at Pali-Uli's funeral.
I never said this was Princess Kahiwalani.
Of course, I see some slight resemblance, but That photograph I showed you yesterday, you said she was Princess Kahiwalani.
The woman in that photo, yes.
But this is not the same woman.
This appears to be a photograph of you and a young lady, who looks somewhat like the Princess.
Magnum, I know what you're doing, and it's not going to work! Obviously, this is one of your clever little practical jokes designed to unnerve me before the Gala Anglo-Hawaiian Historical Society Pageant this week.
However, I have everything under control, and nothing could disconcert me now.
Oh, my God! Hi, Mom.
It's me.
We seem to be talking to each other's machines a lot lately.
I just wanted to talk to you about family history.
It's nothing important.
I love you.
Hello again.
How did you get in here? Well, I'm glad you asked, because it seems there is a way into and out of the garden.
I'd be happy to show you for future reference, in case you don't already know where it is, which I think you do.
You seem to know an awful lot about Hawaiian history.
How many of these little things have you published? Three? Four? What is it you want? Oh! I want to know who that woman was out in the garden yesterday, and I want to know why you lied to me about it.
I have a theory.
One that I didn't find in one of your little books, there.
Would you like to hear it? Well, I figure Course, now, this is just conjecture based on rumor and gossip, but I figure maybe she's the granddaughter of Princess Kahiwalani.
That's ridiculous! Well, it's just a theory.
Like I said, it probably couldn't be true, because if it were, somebody like you, with all your publishing experience, would probably write a little book about it and become rich and famous.
That would be big news, wouldn't it? I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
I'm leaving! I just wanted to hear what you thought about my theory before I gave it to the press.
You'd be making a big mistake.
Yeah.
All right, all right.
The girl was here yesterday.
And she does bear a slight resemblance to Princess Kahiwalani.
Very slight.
As a matter of fact, I was startled when I saw you.
You look a bit like Like who? It doesn't matter.
Like an American Navy lieutenant, maybe? Someone who was very close to Princess Kahiwalani? None of that matters.
The point is, she is a confused, neurotic girl who desperately wants to believe that she's royalty.
Well, I think I'd like to decide that for myself.
She thinks she is Kahiwalani! I have to warn you.
She can be very convincing.
Most schizophrenics are.
Easy.
It's okay.
Wait Don't run away.
I have to talk to you.
Who sent you here? Nobody.
Did my husband tell you No.
I have something that I think belongs to you.
Princess Kahiwalani's locket.
Where did you get it? It was sent to me by Pali-Uli Keahikapu.
Why does everyone think I What? If you're looking for a donation, we already gave.
You're bothering my wife.
I just wanted to ask her a few questions.
I suggest you leave before I call the police.
The Magnum side of me was saying, loud and clear, "Stay out of something that isn't any of your business.
" But the Sullivan side kept me wondering why Victoria seemed so frightened.
Oh, hey, I'm really sorry about this.
I'm having a little problem with my steering mechanism.
Isn't that right, Dick? Anyway, are you okay? Yeah I think so.
Well that's good.
Because the only reason we pulled you over like that is, um, I have to deliver something here.
That's very good.
Very authentic.
One could almost believe you were in an actual altercation.
I was in an altercation.
Oh, incidentally, your mother called.
She said you wanted to ask her some question about family history.
Yeah.
Well I suppose you believe you had a great-uncle who sailed the South Pacific and managed to get his picture into a locket which would someday find its way into your possession.
Is that really so completely far-fetched? Yes.
Is this all you got on Hawaiian history? I would think that all these volumes would be sufficient to find whatever it is you're looking for.
What's that? What's what? That book there.
The book you were hiding.
I'm not hiding anything.
Aha.
You were hiding it.
Don't be ridiculous.
Why on earth would I hide Gladys Shimpel's book! Why, Higgins? Why? Because it's Gladys Shimpel's book, that's why! You expect me to believe that you've even heard of Gladys Shimpel? The Islands' foremost expert on Hawaiian history.
Are you kidding? Everyone's heard of Gladys Shimpel.
And Gladys Shimpel's theory of Princess Kahiwalani was never proved.
You knew about this.
That's why you were hiding it.
And just because it lends some credence to your ridiculous theory But isn't it possible we're right, me and Gladys? It was all conjecture and rumor.
But possible, just possible, that Princess Kahiwalani had a son the year she spent in England, the result of a romance with an American Navy lieutenant.
That's all well and good, Magnum, but even if it were true, even if, you're saying that this man, William Keyes, kept his wife's identity secret for years, and then sent two thugs to beat you up when you began to get too close to his secret.
Well? Well, it's absurd.
William Keyes is a prominent citizen well known for his philanthropic acts.
Why would he suddenly start behaving like a common criminal? I don't know, Higgins.
But I intend to find out.
Listen, Thomas, I have about 500 things left to do for the pageant.
Come on, Rick, 500? That's a little bit of an exaggeration.
Don't you think? I have to pick the programs up from the printers, I have to okay the costumes for the dancers This won't take any time at all! I'll have you back in an hour, Rick! Yeah, yeah, that's what you always say! It took a little digging, but I came up with something on your boy.
Personally, I'm always a little suspicious of anybody that looks as clean as William Keyes.
Yeah, well, I never trusted the guy either.
Here you are, honey.
What'd you find? Well, on the surface, it appears like he's a very successful investor.
Ah! Card one is the chariot! Triumph, victory, hope, Success! That's great.
She's real good at this.
You said that he appears to be successful on the surface.
That's right.
However, here we have the tower.
Danger, ruin, destruction of plans.
Sudden death.
Where? Excuse me.
What's underneath the surface? What? Huh? Under the surface? Oh.
He's a hustler who's into some very big-time operators for a quarter of a million.
Would you mind getting me some more tea, dear? It's over there on the bar.
How about you? No thanks, I'm fine, ma'am.
You think he's got the money to pay them off? I know for a fact he doesn't.
He's flat broke.
It's not the first time, either.
Ice Pick, what are you doing? Sometimes you have to take the future into your own hands.
Oh, thank you, my dear.
Now, where were we? Card two.
Four of disks.
Four of disks! You hear that? Four of disks! Power.
Law and order.
Gain of money and influence.
Didn't I tell you she was great? Your man's going to have to come up with some money, fast.
If the lady's in danger, it's going to come from that corner.
Well, we got to go.
Thanks, Ice Pick.
Oh! Yeah.
Nice meeting you.
Goodbye.
Now, what does the future hold for me? I gotta give you credit.
You said we'd be less than an hour, and you were right.
It's a good thing, too.
'Cause I gotta be back at the estate to give the usherettes instructions at 2:00.
Usherettes? Dancers? Have you ever noticed that all your urgent tasks seem to have something to do with a bunch of pretty women? Uh-huh.
Well, I will be back at the estate by 2:00.
We could be.
If our next stop doesn't take too long.
Thomas! I think this is a very bad idea.
I don't think you're supposed to go into dead people's houses.
Ain't that against the law or something? If you see anybody coming up the road, just let me know.
Wait, who's gonna be coming up the road? I don't know! That's why I need somebody to keep a lookout.
Oh, great.
Just great! Hey, will you hurry up? This place gives me the creeps.
One character trait on the Magnum side of the family tree: Extreme stubbornness.
At least, that's what my mom always called it.
My dad liked to call it perseverance.
When all logic and reason told me to stay away from this case, my stubborn streak took hold.
I had to know why this woman, Pali-Uli, had tried to draw me into her world on the day that she died.
I could only hope that she had left a clue behind, to give me some sort of an answer.
It was beginning to look like she had done just that.
Thomas! Someone's coming! Thomas, let's get out of here! Thomas! Come on, come on, let's go! Princess Kahiwalani didn't commit suicide.
She was killed by her husband.
She and her Navy lieutenant lover.
I'd like to hear all about it, but could we get the hell out of here? Which is exactly what Pali-Uli thought was going to happen to Kahiwalani's granddaughter, Victoria.
Thomas! First of all, you almost get me killed over somebody who's been dead for 80 years.
Then you expect me to buy a story about Victoria Keyes, princess reincarnated? I didn't almost get you killed! And I'm not asking you to buy anything.
I'm just telling you what Pali-Uli believed.
Now, she wrote that Kahiwalani's husband found her and her lover, killed them both, and then set fire to the house.
That's very interesting, Thomas, but I got to tell you, I'm a little busy right now, so if you'll excuse me So you're saying Victoria is doomed to repeat Kahiwalani's death at her husband's hands unless the karma is somehow broken.
Right.
That is, if you believe the theory.
And you're going to buy into this? Yeah, I'm still holding.
If it were karma, and if she had to repeat it, the Navy officer would have to die with her.
Oh, come on.
That's all superstitions and ghost stories.
Without a doubt.
Although there are some of perhaps inferior intellect who support the theory of reincarnation.
First of all, why would Keyes believe that Victoria was the granddaughter of the Princess? Desperate people have a way of finding out all kinds of things.
Yeah, I'm still here.
Go ahead.
Not that I for a moment entertained the idea, but it was once proposed to me that I embody the spirit of a rather brilliant military advisor to Catherine the Great.
I'm certain if I were to mention his name, you'd see the similarity in character traits which would make such an observation possible, however misguided.
However, that's hardly the important issue at the moment.
Thanks, Darla.
I owe you one.
The problem is, if we accept any part of this bizarre theory There's no way of proving that Keyes is planning to murder his wife.
Precisely.
Just because Pali-Uli believed it, it is hardly probable cause.
But maybe a $500,000 insurance policy is.
Especially if it contains a suicide clause.
There's someone else besides Pali-Uli who knows about this.
KAIMl: She wanted to take some of Princess Kahiwalani's personal articles.
They belong to the museum.
I couldn't just let them go to some crazy woman.
And what made you think she was crazy? She thinks she's Kahiwalani! She's obsessed with the idea that she's the Princess come back to life.
Did she tell you that? No! Her husband did.
He called.
Yes, he called several times, asking for certain items.
He apologized, said he was humoring his wife, that she had all kinds of fantasies that included Suicide.
A fixation on Kahiwalani's suicide, actually.
Oma'oma'o Valley.
Oma'oma'o Valley.
A house was built for Princess Kahiwalani and her husband.
It was never lived in.
William Keyes said his wife was obsessed with restoring it and living in it.
He said she wanted to recreate Kahiwalani's life.
The ancient Hawaiians called it hana hope.
Some people called it karma.
My grandfather called it destiny.
But then, he was a Sullivan.
I didn't know whether to believe it or not, but whether Victoria was living out the destiny of her famous grandmother or simply in trouble all on her own, I knew I had to do whatever I could to help her.
Somebody should've heard from him by now.
He'd let us know if he was in trouble.
If he could.
We should send someone over to William Keyes' house.
Pre-show jitters? William! Uh, Mr.
Keyes, I, uh That is, uh Don't worry, Jonathan, everything is going to go like clockwork.
Yes, I'm quite sure your Where is Is Mrs.
Keyes attending the performance? No.
No, I'm afraid she came down with a bad headache.
I left her in her bed.
We'll see you after the show? Yes.
Good.
Ah.
" and presently the sun had cleared the eastern hill, "and the glow of the day was no more.
" I have the honor to present to you the man who made this pageant possible, for without his fundraising efforts, we would not have been able to present this program to you today.
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr.
William Keyes.
Thanks.
I know what you're thinking.
And I agree.
There was nothing more to Pali-Uli's theory of reincarnation, than the workings of a romantic, imaginative mind, and the devious, manipulative mind of William Keyes.
And, maybe, a little wishful daydreaming on the part of Thomas Sullivan Magnum.
Oh, there you are.
I've just seen Victoria, Mrs.
Keyes, off at the airport.
She asked me to give you this note.
Dear Thomas.
Please forgive me for leaving without stopping by to at least say thank you.
Somehow "thank you" seemed so inadequate, and I wasn't quite sure what else to say.
I know there must be some reason our lives were drawn together so mysteriously.
But I also know sometimes it's foolish to go chasing down reasons.
Maybe it's better to just accept it and let it go.
So I guess I'll just say mahalo and goodbye.
She also asked me to give you this.
It's quite a remarkable photograph of Princess Kahiwalani, one Pali-Uli had kept in her private collection.
So I guess we can put this reincarnation theory to rest, once and for all.
I guess we can, Higgins.
Mahalo.