Hart to Hart: Old Friends Never Die Page #5
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- 1994
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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.
- What?
- Second base.
Oh, 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.
- Really?
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.
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.
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
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.
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!
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.
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?
- Does it hurt?
- 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?
Who?
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?
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!
- What?
- 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.
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