MAX: This is my boss, Jonathan Hart.
He's a millionaire. Self-made.
And this is his wife, Jennifer.
She's quite a lady.
Oh, and that's me. My name is Max.
I take care of them, which ain't easy,
because when they met it was murder.
Yes, sir. It went exactly as you planned.
I believe you're ready, sir.
CLERK: A costume for Mr. and Mrs. Hart.
If I can't beat this challenge, I'll hang up my pin cushion.
They're all here, you know. The greats and the near greats.
From Valentino to Dietrich, and Chaplin and Harlow.
Those were the glory days,
when Hollywood costumes meant style and glamour and panache.
Mr. and Mrs. Hart, if you'll come this way.
Now, these are the showgirl costumes I told you about,
but I don't know why that would interest you.
Let's see now. Where is the one...
This... This aisle has some very nice things in it. If we just come down here...
Don't give up now, we're just getting started.
Charles Laughton wore this in Henry VIII.
How about this? Hedy Lamarr in Samson and Delilah.
Perhaps it would help if I knew what the theme was.
JENNIFER: Oh, I don't think there is a theme.
We're simply going to Alfred Raine's private island in Hawaii
for the weekend, for a costume party.
Alfred Raine
-Yes. -Oh, I am impressed.
Uh, you're not one of Mr. Raine's world famous authors are you?
Uh, not exactly, no.
Oh, well. I suppose we'll find something.
Don't be so modest, darling. You know the only reason
that we're going to this affair is because Raine is going to try to sign you.
I know that and you know that but does he have to know that?
Wait, I've got it.
Famous couples. Romeo and Juliet.
Columbus and Queen Isabella.
Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn.
Antony and Cleopatra.
On the other hand, there is always another way to go.
Not exactly what I had in mind.
Oh, too bad.
Gee, Ollie, I thought we looked great.
Really?
Well, all right, Stanley, if that's what you want.
We'll do it.
Herbert, wrap up another Laurel and Hardy.
The decision's been made.
JENNIFER: Freeway, come here! JONATHAN: Come on!
-Yay! Up, up, up! -Phone call for you.
Oh, thanks, Max.
Hello? Yeah, hi Lou.
Well, uh, keep trying, okay? Yeah.
Right. Thanks a lot, Lou. We'll be gone for the next four days.
-Bye.
Remember my telling you that somebody was making a run
on Hart Industries stocks?
We still don't know who it is.
Sounds pretty serious.
Check with some of your buddies on the street.
Maybe one of them will hear something
that's not being said up in those executive suites.
Right, you've got a plane to catch. We gotta get home and back.
MAX: No way, squirt. You and me are staying home.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Honolulu,
where the local time is 1:45.
Please remain seated with your seat belts fastened
until the captain has turned off the "Fasten Seat Belt" sign.
PILOT: Mr. and Mrs. Hart, welcome aboard.
Our flying time to Mr. Raine's island will be about 38 minutes.
If there's anything you need, just let me know.
Honolulu Tower, this is 6589 Zulu. Request clearance to Raine's Island,
vector south-southeast on heading of 156.
PILOT: We'll be landing here, on the north face of the island.
There'll be a jeep waiting to take you and your bags to the main house.
PILOT: Hope you enjoyed your flight!
JONATHAN: We did, thanks.
Jonathan, welcome. I'm Alfred Raine.
-Jonathan Hart. -Good.
-This is my wife, Jennifer.
-I'm so glad the two of you could make it. -Oh, thank you very much.
You have a wonderful place here.
-Thanks for inviting us. -No, no, no. The thanks is all mine.
Signing Jennifer Hart will be a real feather in my cap.
I hope you understand my intentions are serious.
Well, I hope you understand that I'm seriously flattered.
Then we're off to a good start.
Now, someone will deliver your bags to your room,
and meanwhile this place is yours.
Please make yourselves at home, will you?
BOTH: All right.
JENNIFER: We'll see you later. ALFRED: Fine. Need anything, please call me.
JONATHAN: It looks like Raine built his own little paradise here.
Well, you know what they say, "publish or perish."
I guess publish won out, huh?
MAN: I just kept staring at the board.
Seemed that Spassky had made a major blunder.
I mean, the move made no sense.
Put his queen in jeopardy very early on in the game.
If you read my book, you'd see how wrong I was.
I have the guest list here. That must be...
Shelby Lyons who wrote Surrender in Black and White.
-Heavy. -I suppose this is your way
of trying to express some sort of pack dominance?
-No, it's just... -Because if you think that I am impressed
with your androgyne-based efforts to maintain some sort of elite
power position, you are sorely mistaken.
-I'm sorry.
As if that's all that's required to eradicate
2000 years of male oppression and domination.
Here's your book.
Who's that?
That's Nora Kingsley.
-Sure, you know, she wrote that book,
Men: Don't Like 'Em, Never Did.
Let me ask you a question. Did you ever read that book?
Well, I scanned it.
One or two chapters.
-I'm starved. I'm sure glad we didn't have any breakfast.
-Me, too. -Oh, this looks great.
Oh, please, you two are not really going to eat those are you?
We were considering it, yes.
I mean, even the cracker, bromated wheat.
-Do you know how many chemicals they use
to bromate wheat?
I never thought about that.
Probably because it's too frightening to remember.
What about these?
Fish eggs. Watch as I shudder.
Dirty water, dirty fish.
I guess I'll just settle for celery.
Sure, if you don't mind the pesticides.
Who was that?
Reginald Sinders.
What did he write?
Are You Sure You Aren't What You Eat?
-I'm not.
Ah, this can't be too bad.
Try this. There.
There. Delicious.
JONATHAN: Uh...
-Watercress. What do you think?
It's not a cheeseburger.
MAN: For you, sir. Cheeseburger.
Thanks.
Best burgers in the city.
You gotta know, I just don't schlep out here for just anybody.
-But I know how you get when Mr. and Mrs. H leave town.
Keep it between us, though, squirt,
or we'll both end up on kibble and water.
Hey ya, squirt. Stop eating and give me the phone.
Max here. Oh yeah, Duke. Look, I need a little legwork.
Yeah, I'll fill you in when I see you.
No way, you're not getting fries.
JONATHAN: Wow! JENNIFER: Where are you?
The part where Marjorie goes into the house alone.
-Oh, I'm not there yet. -Oh, it's great.
-She goes into the house... -Oh, no, no. Please don't tell me.
-I'm sorry. -I want to find out on my own.
-Did you get to the part when they both... -Jonathan!
I'm sorry.
-How much do you know about this Stacey... -Jonathan!
Sorry.
I only know that Stacey Rodgers is one of Alfred Raine's
most successful fiction writers.
Well, I can certainly understand why.
She takes you on a ride here that's unbelievable.
-Wow!
No, I mean, wow, am I hungry.
I'm gonna get something to eat.
-No thanks.
I think I'll stay here and finish this chapter.
Okay.
Oh, I got it, thanks.
Oh.
-Eric Roth. -Jennifer Hart.
I want you to know, I'm not usually in the habit of refusing help
from such a beautiful woman.
But considering I wrote I Can Do It Alone,
might look a little funny to these people if they caught you doing it for me.
Oh, I saw you on television. Very inspirational.
Yeah, well that inspiration's become something of an albatross for me.
See, I tried to give handicapped people a little push and encouragement.
Now, I can't accept a favor from anybody.
Oh, I see.
Maybe my next book should be Accepting Help With Grace.
Oh, well, I tell you, if Grace is ever not around
and I can do anything, just give me a call.
I'll try to find an excuse, I promise.
Okay.
The egg rolls are fantastic.
Oh, yummy! Ooh, boy!
Hi there.
Hi... Uh, the water...
Is great. It's really good here.
Mmm!
MAN 1: Take my word for it, it's the perfect murder.
It's a snap. He's here for the weekend. It's a big bash.
It has to look like an accident. That's a must if it's going to work.
As soon as people start wondering about motive, we're sunk.
MAN 2: But you've figured it out?
MAN 1: Absolutely.
The hardest part is getting him separated from the crowd.
So we get him out on a fishing boat.
We get five or six other people to go with him. It's perfect.
A few others will die in the accident.
No one will even know that our guy was the intended target.
-Fire.
It's clean and it's thorough.
It also gives a few of the others a chance to save themselves.
Two or three people survive out of six. It's very real, very natural.
MAN 2: And how do you know that our man won't be
one of the people who saves themselves?
MAN 1: Because he'll be drugged.
Few sips of his drink, he'll get logy, start to feel a little faint.
He'll go down into the cabin to sleep it off. By the time the fire breaks out...
-He hasn't got a chance. -I'm telling you.
The man will die and no one will even suspect murder.
Jonathan, I see you've found my favorite spot.
I also understand I'm reading your favorite author.
Second favorite author. That's a wonderful book, isn't it?
Yeah, it's great.
-Yes.
Stacey Rodgers is indeed here.
-I'd like to meet her. -Oh, I'm sure you'll find her very interesting.
Now Jonathan, um, I did not come down here merely to make a social call.
-Oh. -I was kind of hoping you might give me a little advice
on how to entice your wife.
Al, Jennifer and I made an arrangement years ago.
She doesn't borrow my razor and I don't make her business deals.
She's very good at managing her own affairs.
All right. Well, then I'll just leave it up to her.
All I ask is 20 minutes alone with her once I have the proposal drawn up, huh?
Well, just let her know. I'm sure you'll find her very reasonable.
Thanks.
Jonathan? Whoo-hoo!
Jonathan
-It's only been ten minutes. -Oh, I thought it was an eternity.
-I have to show you something.
I just overheard two men planning a murder.
Planning to murder someone here at the party.
Did you get a look at them?
Yes, but I don't think I could recognize them. Maybe one of them.
He was gray with a thin face.
-But you would recognize him if you saw him again? -I think so.
-Let's go find him. -Okay.
I was standing right here.
What were you doing?
I was drinking water.
You were standing in the middle of the bridge drinking water
Because I was trying to get away from Reginald.
Where was Reginald?
Well, he was over... Oh darling, it has nothing to do with him.
Listen, I was standing right here when I heard the first man,
who said, "Take my word for it. This is the perfect murder."
And then the two of them went on to discuss
how they were going to do it this weekend.
Well, there's only so many people on the island.
We ought to be able to find them.
All right.
ERIC: I knew I should have made my move when I had the chance.
You've already found someone else.
-Oh! -Don't tell me. I know. It's my new aftershave.
Uh, this is my husband, Jonathan Hart. Eric Roth.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Hart. Husband, huh?
I guess I was later than I thought.
You didn't by any chance see two men under the bridge talking earlier, did you?
-No, I didn't. -Oh.
Excuse me.
-See ya. -Maybe you could loan me your aftershave sometime.
Any time.
-Excuse me. -I could have won it.
We're looking for a man that...
It was the lights. You do know that?
The lights?
Fluorescent lights. Well, he did something to them.
Well, maybe he was wearing special contacts so they didn't affect him,
but I couldn't concentrate.
Those lights.
Those lights were slowly driving me out of my mind.
Really?
Not to mention the fact that he hypnotized me too.
Oh, no. It was a blunder, no doubt about it.
Well, he couldn't have planned it and won.
-We were wondering if you saw a man. -A thin face.
-Gray hair.
Who are you talking about?
Well, I know who I'm talking about, who are you talking about?
Spassky!
I'm gonna give you people fair warning, if you get close to him
do not look into those eyes.
That's how he did it. That's how he hypnotized me.
Jonathan! Jonathan! That's him.
-You can't even see his face. -I know.
I know, but believe me I know that's him.
Don't you think it would be a good idea to see his face?
Just to make sure.
What are you doing? Wait.
-I'm going up to him. -But that's the murderer.
I'm just gonna get a shrimp. I'm sure I'll be safe.
MAN: Pardon me, do you know who I see here to get some ice?
Ah. The guy you want to see is Alfred.
All right.
Excuse me.
Oh, my God. Jonny!
-Frank. -Yes.
Frank Culver! Remember me telling you about Frank Culver?
He was my best friend in school.
-Frank. Great to see you. -Ah, Jonny. Good to see you.
You look wonderful. There's a surprise.
This is my wife, Jennifer.
Oh, how do you do, Jennifer? What am I saying?
You are Jonny's wife. Hello, Jennifer!
Nice to meet you.
What's it been, Jonny? Thirty, thirty
You're doing great. Every time I open the paper, it's Jonathan Hart this,
Jonathan Hart that. You've been doing great, Jon.
-Well, not as good as you,
but, what's the surprise? Just like it was in college.
Jonathan was always "most likely to succeed."
I was always "most likely to be found hanging around Jonathan."
What do you say we grab a table?
We've got thirty, thirty-five years to catch up on. Come on.
Great.
Jonathan, that's him. That's the guy.
Jonathan!
JONATHAN: Well, what have you been doing, Frank?
I've been writing for the past 12 years.
-Well, not so much.
You always wanted to write the great American novel.
Well, I'm afraid that one's gonna have to wait for a little while.
You don't become a Hemingway just because you want to, you have to have it in you.
Oh, you've always had it in you. The trick was getting it out.
Just like old times.
You may be right about that, Jonathan.
But in the meantime, I've been writing mysteries.
Mysteries?
-We love mysteries.
Could we have read any of them or seen any of them?
Well, you might have stumbled across one or two.
You wouldn't have known it was me. I've been writing under a pseudonym.
Save the real thing for the real thing, if you know what I mean.
You ever hear of Stacey Rodgers?
Guilty.
-Hey, that's terrific!
Yeah.
We've read most of her books.
I mean, we've read most of your books. I had no idea.
Anyway, that's what I'm doing here.
And I've read a couple of your books. You've done wonderful work.
I didn't know you were with Raine.
Thank you. I'm not.
Well, not yet.
As always, Jon, you done good.
FRANK: I don't know what happened to me in that department.
Things just didn't work out the way I'd planned.
And it's your fault.
Hanging around with you all those years,
I guess I just wouldn't settle for second best.
Just between you and me, Jennifer,
there was many a night I lay awake plotting this man's murder.
-Ahem.
I'm fine. I'm just a little tired.
Its' been a long, long day.
Maybe we could take this up tomorrow, okay Frank?
How about a threesome? Raine has got a fabulous 18 hole golf course here.
Hey, I would love that, as long as it's not too early.
-Fine.
-See you then. -All right. You get some rest.
-Good to see you, Jonny. -Thanks, Frank.
Why didn't you say anything? God!
-Well...
Gee, Frank, it's good to see you, and while we're at it
my wife thinks you're a murderer?
-No. -Darling, think about it. If you're right,
then you don't want him to know that you know.
No, that's right.
I didn't think about it that way. But we just can't do nothing.
Look, we'll meet him tomorrow for a little golf.
We'll go out on the golf course, have a little small talk conversation
and then we'll play it by ear.
All right. All right.
JONATHAN: Just relax. JENNIFER: Mmm-hmm.
-Put your hands together. -Uh-huh.
-Move them back and forth.
Very slowly.
-Oh. -Very softly.
-JENNIFER: That's good. -Mmm-hmm.
JENNIFER: Ahh!
Have you been practicing without me?
No, no, no. It's just beginner's luck.
You wouldn't want to bet me on the next one?
Joking. Just joking.
Oh, sure. Practicing. No fair, Jon.
I was just giving Jennifer some pointers.
Well, I got some good news and some bad news.
The bad news is the sprinkler system went bonkers. No golf today.
But the good news is that our illustrious host, Mr. Alfred
"I Supply My Guests With Everything" Raine has taken care of things.
Instead of golf, a bunch of us are gonna do some deep sea fishing.
Hey! I'd love that.
I was hoping to get some fishing in while I was here.
Well, great, now you've got your chance.
I'll see you at the boat in 30 minutes.
-You got it. -Don't be late.
Darling! Great news.
Guess what? We're going fishing.
Fishing?
Darling!
Darling, I just spoke with Al.
Frank got a business call, that's why we took off without him.
Don't you think that's a little convenient?
Well, maybe with a little luck we could get shipwrecked.
Jonathan!
Just imagine you and me alone for a weekend on a deserted island, huh?
-Relax. -I am relaxed.
I'm relaxed.
-JENNIFER: Darling, what's wrong? -Uh, no.
-Feel a little queasy.
I think I'll go below.
Is that your stomach?
Catch a big one, darling.
But darling, I have to tell you something.
JONATHAN: Kind of lost my sea legs, here.
JENNIFER: Darling.
Oh, Al, you've got to stop this boat.
-Don't ask me to explain.
Just stop the boat.
Why, is something wrong?
It's gonna burst into flames.
What are you talking about?
Please don't ask me to explain, just stop the boat.
Jennifer, my mechanics go over these boats at least once a week,
there's nothing wrong with the engine.
How can you be sure?
All right, if it'll make you feel better, we'll take a look. Hmm?
-Good.
-RALPH: Yes, sir. -Ooh!
Don't you think it's a good idea to take the fire extinguisher?
-I don't think it's necessary. -Please, humor me.
Good.
ALFRED: Dear God!
Get me the pliers from that tool chest.
Well, there's the problem.
That wire's been stripped back way too far.
This is very sloppy work.
Now, how did you know about this?
You seemed to know about the fire before it even happened.
Well, didn't you smell it?
No, I didn't smell anything.
Well, I smelled it very strongly from where I was standing.
I naturally assumed it was in the engine.
Well, I guess, we're all very lucky
you have such a great sense of smell.
JENNIFER: How are you doing?
JONATHAN: Oh, fine, I'm feeling much better.
-Yeah.
-Much better. -Oh, that's nice.
Because I have bad news.
What is it?
Frank Culver just tried to kill you.
What are you talking about?
Everything that just happened.
It was detail for detail what I overheard Frank planning.
Darling, you heard Al.
The motor had faulty wiring.
And I heard Frank.
Get the man on the fishing boat.
Drug him so he'll go below and go to sleep
and then burn the boat. And, ha-ha,
Frank so conveniently missed the proverbial boat.
I don't understand. Why would Frank want to kill me?
I don't know.
But didn't he say he was thinking of killing you?
Oh, people use that expression all the time.
Well, maybe he was jealous of your success
after all these years.
Well, I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for all of this.
Don't stare at me, squirt.
Go on, get something useful.
Hey, Max. How's it going?
It's going, Duke.
I need a tip. Sort of... Inside stuff.
The Fifth at Santa Anita. I'll guarantee it.
Not the ponies, Duke. Stock market.
The stock market? What are you, nuts?
Nah, stick with the ponies, Max, it's a lot safer.
Come on, you can do better than that.
Safer or not, I got to find out
who's buying up the hot industry stock.
What kind of buying are we talking about?
Big boys. Forget the kiddie stuff.
How come your boss isn't doing this himself?
He and Mrs. H are out for the big bash at Alfred Raine's place.
Alfred Raine, the publisher, the guy with the island?
The shoe was better than that.
Come on, squirt. Try again.
That's the place.
Okay, Max, but I'm a bookie.
I'm not real comfortable with these stock market types.
Thanks, Duke.
Where's the mutt?
What do you got there, squirt?
Oh, my God! Bring that back!
Uh-oh. Let's get out of here.
Hey, uh, Jonathan, Jennifer.
Hi. Glad to see you're feeling better, Jonathan.
Oh, thank you very much.
Do you mind if I ask what you had for lunch?
-Just curious.
-Well, I had the shrimp salad sandwich, right? -Shrimp, right.
Well, then I'm afraid I owe you a tremendous apology.
I've just spoken with one of my staff people.
I don't know how this happened,
but it seems as if the shrimp salad was spoiled.
Now, I'm told we had a few people fall ill back here at the house, too,
same thing that happened to you.
Convenient.
Excuse me?
Oh, it's, uh... It's just a little something between the two of us.
Sorry.
Well, once again, my apologies to both of you.
And now, I have a chef to fire.
JONATHAN: Well, what do you think?
JENNIFER: Interesting story, huh?
There you are.
I'm so sorry I missed the boat.
Not that it would be the first time.
Catch anything?
Shrimp salad.
I beg your pardon?
Frank, uh, there's something we want to talk to you about.
Shoot.
Yesterday, when Jennifer was standing over there on the bridge,
she overheard you.
Talking about what?
About killing someone.
Killing someone on this weekend.
On a fishing boat.
Drugs, fire.
Everything that just happened to Jonathan.
Could we have a drink?
Jennifer, you're absolutely right.
Everything you said you heard, you heard.
Until you put it together,
I never even thought about it,
but you did hear me plotting a murder.
None of that was real.
It was fiction.
Hypothesis.
I was helping someone plot out a murder mystery.
Really?
Why would I make something like that up?
A fellow came up to me,
right over here, as a matter of fact.
Started praising my books
and before I knew it, he was asking me to help him
with a book he was trying to write.
Just like that?
Just like that.
He was stuck trying to figure out how to pull off the murder
among all these people, and still get away with it.
It's just a story.
Do you always give away your ideas for free?
Well, I'm a writer.
I carry ideas around in my pocket.
Besides, they were only a couple of thoughts,
it wasn't as though it was a complex scenario.
And he was so flattering, I guess I couldn't resist.
I admit it, I was showing off.
Who is this man, Frank?
I was afraid you were gonna ask that question.
I don't know.
I never saw him before. I certainly haven't seen him since.
It isn't exactly the strongest story.
Maybe so, but it's the truth.
Jonathan, I'm a writer.
If I were trying to think up a way to kill you,
don't you think I'd come up with a better story than that?
What do I have to do to convince you?
Well, uh...
Finding the man might be a step in the right direction.
Okay. We'll do it tonight.
Everyone will gather for dinner.
We'll just cruise the room and check out the faces. It should be a snap.
ALFRED: Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?
I have an announcement to make.
The masquerade party, which was scheduled for tomorrow night,
will be held tonight.
Wonderful.
There goes your snap.
-Not so far.
These costumes aren't helping either.
We'll keep looking.
Okay. Once more into the breach.
Ooh. Champagne and pizza.
Ooh, full of calories, cholesterol and fat.
What do you think?
It is a masquerade, Ollie.
We should keep up appearances.
Hi there.
You didn't see that.
I didn't?
And if you say anything, I'll just deny it.
Well, if it's good enough for him,
it's good enough for us, Ollie.
Mmm.
Mmm, so good.
Jonathan, Jennifer.
I see you got your appetite back, Jonathan.
Good as new.
Thank God.
I thought this might be the right time
to have that little talk with Jennifer.
-Oh. -It's your party.
"Publish or perish."
-Right this way.
Now, just remember,
no more shrimp salad.
Word of honor.
-Have a seat, Jennifer. -Ah.
Now, I could talk and talk, but it would be just that. Talk.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
-Your contract.
Your proposed contract.
-Most of what you need to know is on the first page. -Oh.
Very generous.
I'm a publisher.
I know what's important to writers
and I think I know what's important to you.
There's a lot of creative support in that paper.
It's a very good deal.
It's one of the best I've ever offered.
You are serious.
Very.
What's going on? What happened?
Someone's been shot!
Oh, my God! Jonathan!
Jonathan.
That's him, Jonathan.
That's the man who asked me to help him plot the murder.
I thought that was you.
I have a feeling, darling,
someone else was thinking exactly the same thing.
ALFRED: His name was Harold Simpson.
DETECTIVE WHOO: Is, Mr. Raine. His name is Harold Simpson.
Because a man has died doesn't mean his name has changed.
Fine.
And I understand he was one of your invited guests?
Yes. Yes, he was...
Is an aspiring author.
Was an aspiring author, Mr. Raine.
Being dead, it seems unlikely he'll write many more books.
I understand you were not present at the time of the shooting.
Yes, that's correct. I was in my office at the time.
Well, so you were present.
You were not at the scene of the crime.
Right.
Thank you.
I hope you understand.
It helps to be precise.
Of course.
And now, with your permission,
perhaps some of your other guests can shed some more light on this tragedy.
You know, you might start with Mr. and Mrs. Hart.
They seemed quite anxious to speak to the police.
Then I'll suppose they still are.
Thank you.
There's no doubt about it, Detective Woo.
-Whoo.
Whoever killed that man was trying to kill my husband.
I'm here only for the facts of the case, Mrs. Hart.
-That's what I'm trying to tell you. -No.
You're giving me conjecture.
Your opinions, fascinating as they are, they are not facts.
Well...
Isn't it a fact that that man was dressed in the same costume
as my husband, and he wound up shot to death?
It is. But what you're concluding may be mere coincidence.
Coincidence?
Is it a coincidence that that was the very man
who was talking about murder with Frank Culver
and everything that Frank suggested wound up happening to my husband?
As we sit here, Mrs. Hart,
your husband seems to be in perfect health
while another man is dead, and those are the facts.
You can't tell me that you know for sure
that my husband wasn't the intended victim.
Now, that's a fact, isn't it?
I'm afraid not.
-Detective Woo. -Whoo.
Whoo.
How can you say that?
What happened last night, Mrs. Hart, was not a murder.
It was a suicide.
Suicide?
JENNIFER: I don't believe it.
Perhaps this will help.
It's a note. It was written on his letterhead.
Harold Simpson.
In it, he talks a little about his business, his family problems,
and he ends with,
"I realize that I will be considered a coward for taking the easy way out.
"I prefer to see my death as an act of courage.
"I've done everything I could, and though I had all my pieces on the board,
"I find myself in checkmate."
You see, the facts can be useful.
JENNIFER: That doesn't make any sense.
Facts always make sense, Mrs. Hart.
One has to know how to put them in the proper order.
Are you absolutely sure of that?
Whoo knows.
Whew...
...'s on first.
-Second base.
Oh, Jonathan.
JONATHAN: Do you get the feeling someone is trying to play games with us?
I do.
But why?
Whoo knows? Whoo.
Well, I don't believe any of this.
If that man committed suicide, I'm the real Oliver Hardy.
I think it's time we packed up and got out of this place.
Maybe we can catch a ride back to Honolulu with Detective Whoo.
Good idea.
Jonathan.
I was hoping to catch up to the two of you.
Can you spare me a couple of minutes?
Just the two of us, I'm sorry. For old time's sake?
I'll go pack.
Thanks, Jennifer. Bye.
I won't keep him long, I promise.
Well, this has not exactly been a class reunion.
-No pun intended.
It's been interesting.
Just like old times, I step knee-deep into it
and you're trying to pull me out by the ears.
Let me own this one, Jonathan.
I played the patsy for someone who was clearly trying to set you up,
-and I'm sorry. -Oh, you don't have to apologize.
You had no idea you were being used.
Well, I want to apologize. I'm hoping that...
After all this blows over,
under different circumstances, maybe we could...
Ah, I'd look forward to it.
In the meantime, you might actually write that great American novel
you always dreamed about.
I stopped dreaming a long time ago.
-It's been finished for quite a while.
Just haven't had the guts to show it to anyone.
Afraid it might not be everything I planned for it to be.
And yet I can't face the idea of being Stacey Rodgers for the rest of my life.
If you don't take the risks...
I know. I know. Nothing ventured...
Well...
Can't leave it in my closet forever, even the moths are getting bored.
Well, if you ever want someone to look at it,
let me know.
You'll be the first. I mean that.
You've been a good friend, Jonathan.
Take care of yourself. It's been good to see you.
I know he apologized profusely.
But I still don't trust dear old Frank.
It all started with him.
Maybe he's telling the truth.
He could be a patsy for someone else.
ALFRED: Hello?
Oh, no. What, packing already?
No, the guests are supposed to leave tomorrow morning at 11:00.
-Al... -I know.
Poor Harold Simpson's suicide has sort of put a damper
on the party atmosphere, hasn't it?
Death tends to do that.
We hate to spoil your weekend, but, uh...
After all that's happened, I think it's time that we say our goodbyes.
This party for me has been a disaster.
I'm mortified. I'm sorry.
Now let me check with the police about taking you back, huh?
Al.
JONATHAN: How well did you know Harold Simpson?
Hardly at all, really.
I invited him because he wrote one foreign piece that I published.
He was trying to get into mysteries.
You know, he was a big fan of Frank's.
Followed all his work. He used to write to Frank all the time.
You mean they knew each other?
I don't know if they actually knew each other,
I think it was mostly through the mail.
But Simpson told me that he used to write Frank fan letters all the time.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Do you think he committed suicide?
You don't?
I keep asking myself this one question.
If he shot himself,
then who pushed the button in the elevator to send him up?
Jonathan, you should have been a mystery writer yourself.
Now, would you please tell that to Detective Whoo.
Maybe he can do a little more digging here.
Meanwhile, I'll send someone up for your bags.
Oh, and Jennifer, please do not forget my offer.
I still intend to make you part of my team.
Hmm.
MAN: Mr. and Mrs. Hart, wait please.
I was asked to give you this note before you left.
Thank you.
Who's that from?
Frank.
Jon, I think I figured this whole thing out.
Meet me at the old shack as soon as you can.
It's important.
-I'm gonna check this out. -Oh, I don't trust that.
Ten minutes, tops.
I'll be fine.
Frank!
Hey, Frank!
Frank?
I'm sorry, Mrs. Hart, but we have a very strict schedule to keep.
Oh, but Detective I'm sure he'll be here in just a minute.
The fact is, Mrs. Hart, we're only 30 minutes away by air
and if you need us, just call us.
And ask for Whoo?
Absolutely.
Oh, no, no, no.
No, take it...
I'm sorry, you'll have to take those bags back.
Oh, would you take this with you up to the room?
-Yes, ma'am. -Sorry.
Hello?
Jonathan?
Help! Help!
Somebody help! Help!
Help!
Hart! What's going on?
What the hell happened here?
I wish I knew.
Let's get out of here.
-Come on. -I gotta get out.
JENNIFER: Jonathan!
Jonathan, I've been looking all over for you.
Oh, my God! What happened?
Well, it seems that someone wanted me
to take an unscheduled swim.
If it hadn't been for Eric here, I'd have been in real trouble.
No problem, Jonathan.
Looks like the two of you could use a hot bath.
Would help get some of the sand out of my teeth.
Do you mind, if we just sit here and relax a while?
Till I figure out what's going on.
Hello?
Jon?
Jennifer?
-Huh.
-It'd feel a lot better if I knew who hit me.
I think we should call Detective Whoo.
He said he could be here in half an hour.
What do you think?
Darling, why don't we just call the police?
-I'll give you two good reasons. -All right.
One is, if we leave now
we'll never find out who's at the bottom of this.
And two?
And two is...
Darling, I don't actually think that my life is in danger.
Oh, Jonathan.
You can't be serious.
What would have happened if I didn't know
about the fire on the boat?
And what would have happened if Eric
hadn't just come along at that moment.
But that's just the point.
You see, you did know about the fire on the boat.
And Eric did come along just at the right time.
No, no. I think we were just very lucky.
Sit down.
I found this
in the shack, looking for Frank.
It was hanging from its neck.
You think someone's trying to tell me something?
Great.
Why don't we go home and they can fax it to you?
What makes you think that all this would stop if we went home?
What are you saying?
If I'm right
and this is all somehow connected to the stock purchases,
then what's going on here is going on at home.
And it all started before we got here.
-Damn it!
-Oh...
I keep thinking about the suicide note.
I keep reaching back trying to grab it.
Because there was something in that phrase
about all the men being "on the board."
It's all a game.
Don't you see, darling?
You overhearing Frank,
Simpson being in my costume,
Eric being on the beach at just the right time.
Simpson didn't commit suicide.
He was murdered.
By someone who wanted to prove a point. That I'm a target.
An easy target. Huh?
He was a sacrifice for the game.
A pawn?
Yeah.
In an elaborate game of chess.
And it all keeps coming back to Frank.
I swear to you, I don't know what you're talking about.
This.
The note that got me over to that old shack,
that nearly took my life.
Jonathan, I didn't write this.
This is isn't even my handwriting.
What do I have to do to get you two to believe me?
Try telling the truth.
That's what I'm doing.
How well did you know Harold Simpson?
I've told you. I didn't know him at all.
He struck up a conversation with me.
Next time I saw him he had a bullet hole in his head.
That's the truth, Jonathan.
You may not believe it, but that's the truth.
He never wrote you letters?
Wrote me letters?
Fan letters?
Jennifer,
I don't get fan letters!
Stacey Rodgers, remember?
Stacey Rodgers gets thousands of fan letters.
I never see them.
The publisher has people to take care of those.
JENNIFER: Oh, boy.
Oh!
This is beginning to sound like one of your mysteries.
Well, then maybe I can help. I write them.
I've spent a lot of time trying to put characters into mysteries.
Since we are the characters in this one,
maybe if we work backwards we can find our way out.
Beginning where?
Friends, relatives, enemies...
Anybody who would have a reason to put you through something like this.
What we have to do is take it apart and then put it together again.
I found this in the shack when I went to meet you.
It was hanging by its neck from a wire.
Well, this is a hell of a lot more than a coincidence.
Look, we all agree there was no suicide, right?
Somebody killed Simpson
and then planted a note on him
with references to a chess game.
FRANK: Suicide and chess. That's the key.
JENNIFER: What is it, darling? You look as if you've seen a ghost.
I may have.
I've never seen you go picky.
It's all this talk about stocks.
Having Mr. and Mrs. H out of town.
Lot of stress.
Tell you what, after all this is over
you and me are gonna have a little vacation out of town.
Sun, girls, biscuits...
The whole nine yards.
How are things going?
Fine, Mr. H. We're doing fine.
How about you guys?
Well, everything's great here.
Um... I'll tell you about it when I get back.
Listen, Max, I need you to get some information for me.
It's, uh, something that happened back
-in the summer of 1980. -You got it.
See what you can find out
concerning the death of a man
called Rupert Holmes.
-A businessman.
-He killed himself, uh, that summer.
It was in all the papers.
We'll be in Honolulu tomorrow.
I can check with you then. We get in
about, uh, 12:00.
Will do, Mr. H.
-MAN: Here you are, sir.
Sure.
Darling, what are you trying to find out?
JONATHAN: Maybe the name of the man
that thinks that I'm responsible for the death of Rupert Holmes.
Jonathan, you're gonna have to bring me up to speed here.
Who is Rupert Holmes?
Oh, he was a competitor of mine.
About a year before he died,
-we were after the same company. -And you won.
Well, there were a lot of moves and countermoves,
and in the end, some bad moves.
-He got into deep trouble. -Checkmate.
Didn't you offer him a 50
As I seem to recall, you helped him as much as you could.
Well, he lost most of his money in the proxy fight.
It, uh... Then he started to undermine his other companies.
I actually staked him to a new start.
It was after he lost that money that he, uh,
committed suicide.
It was very sad.
-I don't know.
Something bothered me about that Simpson suicide note.
It was the similarity.
The reference to chess games.
He had all the pieces on the board and he couldn't make it.
So, at least we have a possible "why."
Now the question is "who."
Right.
BOTH: Who.
You know, we still haven't got a straight answer on whether
Frank knew Simpson.
He says no but, uh,
Raine says that, uh,
Simpson wrote him letters.
You know,
maybe Frank didn't realize the connection.
Simpson may have written to him anonymously. I don't know.
Oh, darling...
Darling, I know you don't want to admit it
because Frank is your friend,
but, really, he's probably the one that's playing with us.
Ready for dinner?
All right. You're in my bailiwick now, pal.
Mysteries.
Tonight we'll get to the bottom of this.
Darling, you ready?
Jennifer...
I don't know what's happened to me.
I don't feel very well.
My head!
I feel...
-Uh... -Jonathan...
Jonathan, you okay?
What's going on, Frank?
I wish I knew the number of that bus.
Jonathan! Oh!
Oh! The helicopters left three hours ago.
-Hello! -Hello!
Hello!
JENNIFER: Well, you'd think there'd be somebody here.
Just some staff to watch the house.
JONATHAN: Well, I don't know what to think anymore.
-Hello! -Hello!
Anybody here?
Hello! Hello!
-Nothing.
I'll check the staff quarters.
You check the kitchen. I'll meet you back here.
Hello!
Oh, Frank!
Frank?
Frank
Jonathan!
-Darling.
We've got to get to that radio equipment somehow.
But you said it yourself,
if someone planned every detail,
why would they leave us a radio that worked?
Sometimes human beings make mistakes.
Maybe leaving the radio equipment was one of them.
First things first.
-At least we've got power.
-That's a start. -Hope so.
Mayday! Mayday!
Mayday on Raine's Island.
Does anybody hear me?
Mayday! Mayday!
This is Jonathan Hart on Raine's Island.
Does anyone hear me? Come back.
MAN: We hear you loud and clear, Mr. Hart. What's the problem?
Uh, my wife and I are stranded here on Raine's Island.
Could you send in a chopper for us?
Stay on the horn, Mr. Hart. I'll see what I can do.
Right. Standing by.
Darling, don't you think you should try to contact Detective Whoo?
Good idea.
-Yes, copy.
I think I can get a chopper out to you in about 30 minutes. Do you copy?
Yeah, that'd be great.
Uh, listen could you contact
Detective Whoo of the Honolulu Police Department?
Tell him there's been a murder here on the island,
uh, no one's here and there's no phones. Out.
Could you do that for us? Do you... Do you copy that?
I copy. You folks gonna be okay?
Yeah, much better now.
Thanks. Uh, we'll be waiting for you.
Roger. 10-4.
-Now that is a start. -It certainly is.
DUKE: Max, let me ask you a question.
Don't all these trees and birds and fresh air get on your nerves?
He likes it.
Well, it makes me uncomfortable.
Too much open spaces.
Next time let's do this at Ziggy's pub.
What do you got, Duke?
Okay, Rupert Holmes.
It's like you said. The guy offed himself.
There's not much there.
Except this really weird note.
-Uh, something about chess pieces.
DUKE: What do you want?
No, no, doggy. This is mine.
-You know, this guy Holmes had a family?
Max, you gotta think about feeding this dog from time to time.
Ah, he eats better than you do.
Well, you wouldn't know it from looking at him.
-He's also a better con man than you are.
What's so important about the Holmes family?
He had a stepson. I bet you didn't know that.
But wait, it gets better.
You know all that stock stuff you had me running down?
Well, guess who's been buying out Mr. Hart's stock?
-The stepson.
Now, I'll give you one shot at guessing who the stepson is.
-Alfred Raine.
-I gotta call the Harts.
Now, give the dog a prize.
Jeez.
Darling, do you know what bag my glasses would be in?
Try the zipper one.
The chopper's supposed to come from this direction.
What's this?
I don't know.
"I wanted you to be the first.
"You convinced me that I can survive
"even if it's only good."
- Fool's Gold by Frank Culver.
Must be the galleys to the book he wrote.
Under his own name?
Yeah, he promised to write this book a long time ago.
"This is a book about youth.
"It's also a book about dreams.
"I suppose that it's no surprise
"how often those two words walk hand in hand.
"If it were not for the dreams of our youth,
"the sheer belief in the possible,
"our world would be without fancy,
-"without color, without music.
"Therefore I dedicate this book
"not to one person but to my adolescence.
"To all that I believe possible
"and to the good friends who convinced me to go on believing."
Oh, that's beautiful.
I promised him I'd help him get this book published.
And you know what?
You're gonna keep that promise.
Here we are!
Over here!
Shouldn't we be heading east?
I've got one more stop to make on the far side of the island.
Another call.
He said he's got another stop on the other side of the island.
He's got another call on the other side of the island.
Somebody called you from down there?
You'll have to get out here.
I don't understand.
I said, get out!
-I don't get it, squirt.
Still no answer.
Mr. H said they'd be in Honolulu by now.
Yeah, I've been trying to reach Mr. and Mrs. Hart for a couple of hours now.
What do you mean, "they didn't check in"?
They were supposed to check in four hours ago.
Okay, thanks.
-Something ain't right here, squirt.
I think maybe it's time we call the Honolulu cops.
Darling.
Darling, this is crazy. It must be 40 miles back to that house.
-Well, that's four miles less than when we started.
We'll stop further up.
Oh, darling. Can we just wait a minute?
Oh!
I hate to bring this up at a time like this,
but, you know, even when we get back to the house
we're still gonna be in the same predicament.
I'm open to suggestions.
ALFRED: Jonathan! Welcome to the game's final round.
Alfred!
How does it feel, Jonathan?
How does it feel to be toyed with,
to be run ragged until you drop with exhaustion?
Until there's nothing left of you...
-Alfred, what is this all about?
I don't think he can hear you.
That's what you did to my stepfather.
Isn't it, Jonathan?
Do you remember him, huh?
Holmes. Rupert Holmes.
You played with him.
Even though, through it all,
you held all the cards.
You didn't even have to toss him out.
You set him up to do that himself.
Well, unfortunately I can't count on you
taking the same way out.
But I can push you.
I can push you to the end of your rope.
You may survive, you may not.
But isn't that what games are all about?
Let's find some cover.
Oh!
That's a hell of a way to make a point.
-Come on. Let's go. -Go.
Next year, let's just go to the movies.
ALFRED: Are you beginning to know the feeling, Jonathan?
Beginning to know what it feels like
to be at the end of your line with nowhere to run?
No!
I've been waiting a long time for this, Jonathan.
Game's over.
Al...
How could you do this?
I never tried to hurt your father.
Too little, too late, Jonathan. Just like now.
-No. -I win.
Now!
ALFRED: Ah!
Game, set and match.
Go on, Stanley.
Stanley, go on.
I've got stage fright.
Oh, don't be silly.
It's all in the script. All you have to do is say it.
I can't.
Oh, there's nothing to it.
You just have to look at the camera and say,
"Hello!
"We're safe and sound and we're here in Hawaii."
Say it.
You just said it.
Oh, all right. Well then, forget all that.
Now you just look at the camera and you say,
"We love you, we miss you, we'll be home soon."
-Go on. -You just said it.
You know something, Ollie?
-I love you.
That's not in the script.
I know.
Now what do we say?
I got an idea. Hey, Max?
Max, you're gonna see something now you've never seen before
and you never will again.
-Bye. -Bye. Have a nice vacation.
So long, you guys.
-We love you. -All right, Ollie. Do it.
I really love those two.
-Do it, Ollie.
Oh, don't make me do it.
All right, Stanley.
There's another fine mess you've gotten us into.
Now, that's what I call a postcard.