Hart to Hart: Old Friends Never Die Page #6

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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?

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.

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.

Suicide and chess.

That's the key.

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.

- Hello?

- Hello, Max?

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.

- 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.

- Here you are, sir.

- Oh. Lemonade?

Sure.

Darling, what are

you trying to find out?

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 50-50 deal?

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.

- What made you think of it?

- 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.

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...

You all right? 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!

Well, you'd think

there'd be somebody here.

Just some staff

to watch the house.

Well, I don't know

what to think anymore.

- Hello!

- Hello!

Anybody here?

Hello! Hello!

- Any luck?

- Nothing.

- Did you check Raine's office?

- Nothing.

I'll check the staff quarters.

You check the kitchen.

I'll meet you back here.

Hello!

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.

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.

- Mr. Hart?

- 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.

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.

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.

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