Magnum, P.I. (1980–1988): Season 5, Episode 20 - The Man from Marseilles - full transcript

Look at me

I'm as helpless
as a kitten

Up a tree

Didn't you know your partner
is the most famous policeman
in the whole of Europe?

Mmm.

You fell for that
handsome, charming bit.

"Have this little
water chestnut,
Jean Claude."

I think you're
actually jealous.

You're sure
you don't want
to change your mind?

I'm just gonna
stay in the box
till everybody leaves,

then I'll find out
what's going on.



Attention! Duck!

"Ice water
surged through his veins

"as the Inspector
looked down the barrel
of a 9 millimeter automatic

"held by the same man
who had so cavalierly

"caused the death
of his pretty wife."

Oh, no!
Doesn't he know
about the trapdoor?

Of course, he does.
He saw it in the last page.

Then why is he
standing there?

Carol, if you'd listen,
please.

Okay, all right.

It's only the first
chapter, anyway.
The hero can't die.

Right.
May I continue?

"The sneering satyr
of a man..."

"The sneering
satyr of a man
raised the gun,



"about to squeeze
the trigger,

"when suddenly a shout
was heard from above."

Magnum!

I demand
an explanation.

Oh, we were just getting to
the explanation, Jonathan.

Right.
About why you broke
into the study safe

and absconded with the galleys
of Mr. Masters' new novel,
Die And Die Again. Why?

Why? Why?

Because...

I made him do it.

I just...
I couldn't wait
for the book to come out.

And then to read it
in the sea air,
in the sand,

while consuming
alcoholic beverages.

Isn't that the way
a Robin Masters novel
is supposed to be read?

Not this one.

This particular book is not
to be read by anyone until
publication, including myself.

to make
the final revisions.

And you, you should be
particularly ashamed
of yourself.

Right.
I'm sorry, Jonathan.

I'm just a paperback junkie.
I don't know, sometimes it...

I don't know what to do.
I just can't control myself.

I guess I'll go home now.

By the by, there's a client
waiting for you in my study.

Your study?

Quite.

A friend
of Mr. Masters.

Although a sadly
misguided one,
apparently.

However, you should know
that your potential client,

and I say potential
because I'm sure that once
he's spoken to you

the relationship
will proceed no further,

is a man of extremely
delicate sensibilities and...

Perhaps just one
small chapter.

Unthinkable.

...but not unpleasant.

After all,
a job such as mine
has its advantage.

Am I not
in paradise?

You are in my study,
Monsieur Chabrol.

Bien s?r.

Uh...
Robin Masters' study?

Quite.

However, Robin Masters
is neither known
for his sensitive prose

nor his sensitive palate.

No doubt the excellent
taste of liqueur

is yours,
Monsieur Higgins.

But, as I was saying,

I, Francois Chabrol,
am a heir hunter.

And Robin Masters suggested
that I, how do you say,
look you over,

when I come to Hawaii.
You mean, "Look me up"?

I just have.
Ah.

To find
a missing duke.

I dare say what you're asking
may be somewhat out
of Magnum's line.

I don't think so.

Many times,
as Robin and I
sipped cognac,

on the veranda
of his villa,

surveying the sights
of the Cote d'Azur,

he would tell me all about
the great exploits

of Thomas Magnum,
private investigator.

Naturally, I was
quite impressed.

Thank you.
You are most welcome.

You see, I was struck by the
similarities between what you
do and what I do.

But with me,
there is almost always
a happy ending.

I travel the world looking
for the black sheep.

The runaways,
the illegitimate children.

You would be
surprised to realize

just how many
heirs there are,

how do you say,
on the lamp.

Lam.

Of course.

But for there to be
a happy ending this time,

I need your help.

Well,

sure, I could
show you around a little bit,
I guess.

But, I must tell you,
Francois, that, uh,

I don't have
a whole lot of contacts
among runaway royalty.

Of course,
I will split my commission
from the estate with you.

How do you say, 50-50?

In this particular instance,

the illegitimate
scion of a duke,

it could perhaps
come up to a few
hundred thousand dollars.

On the other hand,
I'm sure Magnum will be
quite willing to assist.

Of course.
As a favor
to Mr. Masters.

As a favor to Mr. Masters?
Magnifique.

Do you have any leads?

But of course.

Admittedly,
it was a strange clue.

I mean, whoever heard
of looking for a missing duke
on the waterfront?

Especially one who apparently
worked at a Japanese
import-export house

and had a nickname
of The Pearl.

At any rate,
one thing for sure

is you can't just go to
the personnel departments
of these waterfront places,

because there usually
aren't any.

The kind of guys who work
on the docks usually don't
want anybody knowing

who or where they are.

And usually,
with good reason.

So, you have to do
the next best thing,

which is to go into the bars
where these guys hang out,

make friends with them,
do what they do
and, like Francois said,

there's always
a happy ending. Right?

Sing Sing.
Like the famous prison?

Not exactly.
Like what?

Well, like Edith Piaf,
Charles Aznavour,
Maurice Chevalier.

Ah, Elvis Presley,
"the King."
Yeah, you got it.

I get so Ionely

I get so Ionely
I could die

Okay. H-12.

Do you guys
want a booth?
Yes, please.

Okay.
I'll be right back.

Good-bye Joe, he gotta go,
me oh my oh

He gotta go pole the pirogue
down the bayou

My Yvonne the sweetest one,
me oh my oh

Son of a gun...

I'll be right back.

This is very interesting.
But how does this help me
find the Duke Du Rochefort?

You mean, The Pearl?
Oui, The Pearl.

Well, if he works down here,
pretty soon we're gonna
run into somebody

who knows him,
or knows of him.

I see.

So, all we gotta do
is settle back,
have a couple of cold ones,

get with the flow,
and pretty soon

we'll be talking to somebody
who can probably help us out.

C'est bon.
Oui.

Hi.
Cognac.

A couple of longnecks,
please.

What's your pleasure,
gentlemen?

Oh, no, that's okay.
We're not here to sing.

We're just going to have
a couple of beers.

Sorry, but this table
is reserved for singers...

Yeah, but...
But that's the way
we stay in business.

If you want beers,
go to the regular bar.

Now, what'll it be?

S-19?

Seven

That's the time we leave,
at seven

I'll be waitin' up
for heaven

Countin' every mile
of railroad track

That takes me back

Never thought my heart
could be so yearny

Why did I decide to roam?

Wanna make
a sentimental journey

Sentimental journey home

That was fun, great fun!

Let us have
some more longnecks,
some more tunes.

Francois, now,
don't you think...

Oh, sorry.

Don't you think
that maybe we should
mingle a little bit?

I mean, now that
we're kind of known
around here,

we could start
asking a few questions,

like...
Who the hell
are you guys?

We are, uh,
just simple sailors

having an evening
on top of the town.

But of course.
Cops?

No, we're not cops.

Well, you sure
don't look like
simple sailors, either.

Alcoholic Beverage Control?

Oh, look...

Tiffany.

Tiffany, I mean, we're just
here having a couple of beers,
minding our own business,

waiting for a friend of ours
to show up.

Yes, a very good friend.
The Pearl.
Perhaps you know him?

You wanna see Pearl?

He's expecting us.

You guys wait right here.

This is very easy.
She knows The Pearl.

Maybe.

Either that, or she thinks
we're a couple of gangsters
or something.

Don't be ridiculous.

Francois, please,
when we're in
a place like this,

let me do the talking.
Why?

Why? Be...

I'm sorry, but you
don't exactly fit in.

Now, we're not gonna
get the results we'd like.

Come with me.

The Pearl?
A very good friend of his.
Come on.

Uh-uh.

The Pearl's friend
is really shy.

But...
You stay here.

You sing.
What?

Or no Pearl.

Look

Look at me

I'm as helpless
as a kitten

Up a tree

And I feel like
I'm clingin' to a cloud

I can't understand

I get misty,
just holding your...

I can, of course,
explain this.

Who is Marcel Dubray?

Marcel Dubray is the man
responsible for 90 percent

of the crime
in the Western world.

And the other 10 percent
is yours, hmm?

Three shots,
point blank range?

As I explained to your
Lieutenant Tanaka,
it was self-defense.

Right. And I understand
Mr. Kahana pulled a knife.

Uh, Carol, Tanaka says
Mickey Kahana has a...
Had.

Had a long rap sheet
with you guys,

including drug related
disappearances.

I know that, Thomas,
but what is it to you guys?

We are not just guys.

This is Jean Claude Fornier,
the guy in Robin's book.

No!
- Yes.

Oh, my God!

Please, mademoiselle,
not everyone recognizes me
at first glance.

But your exploits are legend.

I suppose.

But as I understand it,
the book is highly
fictionalized.

Almost unrecognizable,
in fact.

The point is,
Dubray is setting up shop
here in Hawaii.

But you
can't come to another
country to catch criminals.

Of course not.
I am here as a tourist
on vacation.

Illegally
carrying a gun.

I'm sorry, no,
I don't understand this.

What are you doing helping him
with this Dubray thing?

You could get into trouble,
Thomas.

I don't know. I...

Maybe it's because

Jean Claude
is one of the few
people I know of

whose deeds live up
to his reputation.

Merci.

You're welcome.

And as long
as I'm in between
cases right now,

I don't mind showing him
around a little bit
as a professional courtesy,

which is why
we're here to see you.
For a professional courtesy.

Sorry, Thomas.

Mr. Fornier.

I am all out
of professional courtesies.

Especially when they're not
really courtesies but...

Stop! Wait, right there.

What?
Your eyes!

My eyes?

Oui, your eyes!

What's wrong
with them?
Nothing.

They are exquisite
under the light right there.

What's he talking about?
Your eyes.

The way they set perfectly

in your delicately
sculpted face.

The way your
mahogany orbs

so fetchingly...

Mahogany orbs?
Shh, don't interrupt.

Mahogany orbs?
He's being poetic,
like Milton or Keats.

Yes, like Milton or Keats.

I'm sorry.
I have so much trouble
with your language.

Trouble?

I think you're doing fine,
Mr. Fornier. Thank you.

There's only one problem.
I'm not gonna fall for it.

You're very charming,
you're handsome,
you're everything, but,

I'm not going
to fall for it.

I'm not.

Hey, leave me out of it.

This man is not going
to charm me out
of classified information.

I would not
dream of it, Carol.
Never.

Only unclassified
information.

Information about
Marcel Dubray

opening up a second conduit
from the Golden Triangle,
bypassing Marseilles,

and coming straight
through this paradise
to the American mainland.

And we're looking
for Dubray's middleman here.

But all we have
is a code name.

The Pearl.

Which is where
you come in.

Maybe some
of the information

in one of your ongoing
narcotics investigations
could help us.

Thomas, I can't divulge
official information.

Not even over dinner?

Dinner.
Oui, dinner.

I can't eat dinner with you.
Pourquoi pas?

Don't you get hungry?
Well, yes, but...

9:00.

I trust you do have a decent
French restaurant here?
Yes, but I...

You're under suspicion
for murder and you're
asking questions,

that I can't
possibly answer.

And you are so beautiful
when you are aroused.

I promise you that dinner
will be strictly pleasure.

Do we have a rendezvous?

Well, 9:00's a little
late for me.
Put those away!

Do you mean that?
No business?

Just pleasure.

Well, yes, I think
9:00 will be fine.
Mmm-hmm.

Well, actually 9:00
is a little late for me.

I got a couple leads
to follow up on.

You are a gentleman.
Merci.

Monsieur Higgins
was wrong.

I can't wait to get
on the road again

On the road again
On the road again

I just can't wait
to get on the road again

The life I love is
makin' music with my friends

And I can't wait
to get on the road again

On that road again

Like a band of gypsies
we go down the highway

What's going on?

What is the matter
with you guys?

State Alcoholic Beverage
Control, my dear.

This place is closed.

Everybody. Out. Now!

All right, what the hell
is going on?
You can't close me.

You just watch us.
Why?

Try serving drinks to minors,
noise pollution, and murder.

Hey, I already talked
to the cops.

It doesn't matter,
my dear.

The commission has ruled
that The Sing Sing
attracts riffraff

and undesirable elements
into the community.

This place
is hereby closed,
pending a hearing.

And when's that?

Uh, what do you say, buddy?
Six, seven months?

I'm dead.

So is the crook that was
working for you, Kahana.

Well, Mickey was sweet.
He was a really nice guy,
you know, and I...

Save it.

Kahana was in it
up to his ears with The Pearl.
We know all about it.

You guys really think so.

You got it, baby.

Unsavory city. And as long
as guys like The Pearl
are hanging around

you got no shot
at staying in business.
Now, you got that?

Yeah, I got it.

But you get this, bozo,

there ain't no Pearl.

Pearl is not a guy.
Does not exist.

It's a freaking place.

A place.

What kind of place?

Can we make a little deal?

Great! That's just great!
Hey, I owe you guys.

No, no, you don't
owe us a thing, T.M.

This one was for
Jean Claude Fornier.

Well, thanks, T.C.,
I really appreciate it.

T. C: Anytime.

Look, if there's
anything else he needs,
anything,

Rick and I will be there.
No questions asked.

Oh, really?

Well, I guess I better get him
this Pearl stuff right away.

Bye.
Bye.

Thomas.

Magnum.

Carol.
Jean Claude.

Well, excuse me.
I think I'll go powder
my nose. Be right back.

So you have decided
to eat after all?

Better.
I have the clue
to The Pearl.

So do I.

What?

It is a warehouse.
Pearl Imports.

Tak Nakamura,
proprietor.

But how did...

How did you...

Attention! Duck!

Thomas!
Jean Claude.
Oh, my God!

Are you all right?
I am okay.

The bullet went
through my leg.
I will live.

That's wonderful.
Isn't it, Thomas?

Somehow I think
I liked interrogations
by Lieutenant Tanaka

better in French
than in English.

He almost made more sense.

And he certainly was
less threatening.

At any rate, there was
nothing he could do

but just ask a couple of
questions and let us go.

After all, guys were shooting
at us this time,

and Jean Claude, in his
condition, wasn't going
anywhere anyway.

But the important thing
to realize and remember

was that we were all doing
our part in helping the best
cop in Europe

catch the worst crook
in the world.

Even if some of us were
maybe doing just a little
more than our part.

Ooh. Ooh.

Here's a nice, delicious
pineapple chunk.
Mmm.

Merci. You are
too kind, Carol.

Too kind.
Oh, no. No, not really,
Jean Claude.

Here, I want you to try
a water chestnut.

Hi, Carol.

Hi.
What're you doing here?

Me?

Carol graciously brought
by some lunch to share.

Oh. Where's Higgins?

Oh, yes,
Jonathan.

Well, he went
to some meeting
somewhere downtown,

and I just happened by
because I was sort of in the
neighborhood, and I thought,

well, since nobody was here
and Jean Claude was wounded
and everything

that I would just drop by
with a little takeout.

Take in, no?

Oui.

Isn't he good?

He's great. How's the leg?
Better. Much better.

The bullet just
missed my femur.

In a day or two, when I get,
how do you say,

ambulatory...
Oui.

We'll continue
with the case.

Right. And I guess we'll start
with Pearl Imports?

Exactement.

Hungry?

No, thanks.

You were very rude.
Rude?

Rude? All I said was,
"Excuse me, por favor."

It's s'il vous plait.

I know that.

But what I'd really like
to know is why you gave out
classified information to him.

I did not give out
classified information.

Oh, really?
Then how did he know
about Pearl and Nakamura?

Did it suddenly
kind of slip out

in between the escargot
and the vichyssoise,
or the entrecotes du jour?

Oh, please, Thomas.

It was an accident.

Well, it was.
An accident?

We were sort of discussing
generic departmental stuff

and you know,
the rackets here in general,

and, why, you'd be amazed
how the next thing I knew

he put two and two together,

and he comes up
with Pearl Imports
and Tak Nakamura.

It was incredible
to watch the way
the man's mind works.

Its just no wonder
he's a terrific cop.

And maybe a little more.

What's that supposed to mean?
Nothing.

Well, it better not.

Well, I'm not the one
hand-feeding him
Chinese takeout.

"Have this little
water chestnut,
Jean Claude."

I was not hand-feeding him,
I was sharing. And besides...

Besides, you were
in the neighborhood!

Some neighborhood!
The nearest takeout
is 20 minutes away!

Carol, you are doing
exactly what you said
you wouldn't do.

You fell for that handsome
charming bit. Just because
he's a French...

Okay, okay, okay, okay!
Let's just say maybe I did.

You have to admit
that that man is something.

And nevertheless,
it was for your case.

And if you remember
correctly, you both
came to me, Thomas,

and I didn't see
friendship or ethics
or anything else

stop you from trying
to peek through my files
back in my office.

Oh, come on, Thomas.
I mean, you know,

this is incredibly immature.

In fact,
I think you're
actually jealous.

Jealous? Me?

Mmm-hmm.

Jealous?

Well, maybe
I'm a little envious.

And, yeah, I can see how
you could confuse that
with jealousy.

I mean, I can see
how that would happen.

Jealous?

Yeah, I'm jealous.

But in a professional
sort of way.

I mean, on a personal level
I would never...

Its not that I would never,
Carol, but just... It's...

I think I know
what you mean.

Well, I mean... Look,

l... I kind of always
go to you
when I need something,

and you kind of
never tell me anything,

and... and now, I mean,
you've told him...

I think you're so cute
when you're tongue-tied.

Come on.
Fight's over, okay?

All right.

Thanks. I...
I was being
kind of jerky.

I mean,
the information is important,
it's our first big lead,

and why should I care
where we got it?
Even though...

I came up with it on my
own, without you guys...

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Shall we go back in now
and scarf up the rest
of that takeout?

Sure. Wait.

I need a warrant
to search Pearl.

I can't give you that.

Why not?
Because I need
probable cause.

Unseen assailants
and conjecture
about such

don't make for probable
cause. I'm sorry.
But...

I'm sorry.
Sorry?

Sorry?
Yes. Yes.
I need probable cause.

Well, maybe if you spent
a little more time
in the office,

building a case,
instead of hand-feeding
some...

Watch it!
I thought he
was your hero.

I don't care. He's...
- Silence!

Will the two of you
please be quiet?

You're driving me crazy!
Crazy!

Compris?

T. C: Totally crazy.

Yeah, and dangerous.

You're sure
you don't want
to change your mind?

Nope,
I'm going through with this.

Why?

Because,

it's the only way to find out
if Dubray is operating through
Pearl Imports.

T. C: Yeah, well,
you still better
be careful.

Hey, now that you got
your lead, maybe you ought
to wait on Carol's warrant,

or at least until
Fornier gets better.

Are you saying you don't
think I can do this?

Did I say that?

Look, if we wait, Dubray'll
be long gone. If we're gonna
catch him in the act,

it's gotta be now while
he's setting things up
with Nakamura.

Oh, great. And you expect
them to give you a
guided tour or something?

I'm just gonna
stay in the box
till everybody leaves,

then I'll find out
what's going on.

You guys just wait
for my call.

T. C:
You guys just wait
for my call.

Okay, be a hero.

Just drive, T.C.

Just drive, T.C.

Hey, maybe we can be in
Robin Masters' new book, too.

There's nothing
like six hours

cramped into
a three-by-eight crate

to give one a whole new
perspective on,

as Jean Claude would say,
one's raison d'etre.

I mean, Rick and T.C.
Possibly had a point.

Was I really risking life,
limb and license

because of some sort
of professional jealousy?

Or was I really doing it
because, like Robin Masters,

I believed in and admired
Jean Claude Fornier,

and what he was trying
to do in this world?

I chose to think
it was the latter.

This way, gentlemen.

I chose to
inspect your spring line
personally

inasmuch as you, me,
and Marcel Dubray
are now partners.

Very reluctant partners,
Mr. Fornier.

Frankly,
Mr. Nakamura,

I don't give a damn
how reluctant you,

Marcel Dubray,
or anybody is.

If you do not pay me
what I ask,

my accomplice,
the great Thomas Magnum,

goes straight to the police
and informs them
about your...

heroin

enterprise.

He lied to me.

And to me.
I'll make it unanimous.

The question is how
did he manage to leave
the estate undetected?

The question is why?

Well, I think
that's fairly obvious.

Surely, Fornier's many years
of crossing the line

into the corrupting world
of narcotics trafficking

has inured him
to its horrors.

Good and evil
have become blurred.
He did it out of greed.

Unless, of course,
the blackmail scheme

was merely a ruse
to get to Dubray.

It wasn't a ruse.
If it were, he would
have let me in on it.

He wouldn't
have left himself
so vulnerable.

And I suppose
he wouldn't have taken
all of his things with him.

I still don't believe it.

I guess I just...
I don't want to believe it.

Because I believed him.

We all did.

And we all so desperately
wanted to believe him.

That a man so charming,
so larger than life,

and apparently
so purely motivated,
could be a fraud.

Well, I suppose
we're not the first

to be taken in by the legend
of Jean Claude Fornier.

Robin Masters
even wrote a novel.

I think a call
to Lieutenant Tanaka
is in order.

Wait.
No. We can't wait, Thomas.

The man now
is technically
a bail jumper,

and we have knowledge of his
involvement in a major heroin
smuggling operation.

It's my job
to bust them both.

She's right, you know.
Any residual sentimental
vacillation on our part

would make us equally
culpable.

Now, may I suggest...
No!

Magnum,
what are you doing?

I'm going to read that novel.

My God, man, how do you know
the combination?
I change it weekly.

Trade secret.

Oh, look, Thomas,
if you're doing this

because you feel bad
about me being manipulated
and everything, I...

I'm a big girl and I'm an
adult, and I can face the
consequences of my actions.

And so can I.
Magnum, we must
make that call.

Will you be quiet?
I'm trying to get
this thing open.

Yes, quite.

But, you see,
I've added a pre-combination
to the normal one

to prevent precisely
what you're trying
to do right now.

If you'd just tell us what
it is you're trying to prove
by getting to that book,

I'll open the safe
for you myself.

I want to prove that you
and me and Carol and Robin
are not crazy.

But what is
a Robin Masters novel
going to tell us?

Maybe what
Jean Claude Fornier couldn't.

Far from being
a typical Robin Masters book,

with the exception
of the title,

Die And Die Again
was the taut, sad story
of a man so obsessed

with ridding society
of the parasites
and the predators,

that he let his own life,
and specifically
his own marriage,

become his personal tragedy.

Listen to this.

"The man's wife, although
she shared his ideals,
couldn't share his obsession,

"the hours, the days,
the weeks and months,
away from each other.

"And for those brief times,
when he came back,

"when he came back from that
bleak world of the predators
and the rats and the maggots

"that inhabited the seamy
underbelly of that world,

"she knew he wasn't the same."

"So naturally,
she turned elsewhere
for fulfillment.

"It began with
the classic Gaelic affairs.

"But then, in what later
became obvious as a desperate
plea for his attention,

"she turned to
more serious games.

"First, the chic drugs,
cocaine and amyl nitrate,
hashish,

"and then when that didn't
get the man's attention,
she went all the way."

The real
Jean Claude Fornier

found his wife dead
in a seedy waterfront
hotel room.

The cause of death
was a heroin overdose.

And even though
he didn't personally
hand her the syringe,

the man ultimately
responsible for that overdose
was Marcel Dubray.

Sometimes, the truth
is too painful for fiction.

This wasn't your typical
Robin Masters fare,

and maybe he wasn't
going to sell
a whole lot of copies,

but I was glad as hell
that he wrote it.

Now, I've made all
the necessary arrangements.

Remember, you won't have
much time once the charade
has been discovered.

We're not going
to need much time.

Just make sure
Tanaka's ready.

Quite.

Merci.

Enjoying yourself?
Very much.

You throw such marvelous
parties, Monsieur Dubray.
Simply marvelous.

It's so nice
to be invited
for a change.

Oh, please.
I'm getting
quite bored.

May we get our business
over with now?

But of course.
Lead the way.

You ready?

Why did he have to lie?

What would you
have done?

Oh, and Jonathan,
would you clean
the windscreen, please?

Welcome aboard.

Carol.
Thank you.

No, thank you.
I think I'll go below.

I think I will, too.

No, you're not.
Oh, yes, I am.

Oh, no, you're not.
I'm not even gonna
discuss it with you.

It may be too late, as it is.
Now, just wait here.

Thomas, will you
listen to me?

I'm an officer of the court,
and this man is due
at a hearing.

You understand me?
I'm responsible for this.

We both are. Come on.

Stay behind me.

Shut the door.
- How did you find me?

It is unfortunate.

It's unfortunate that
you didn't tell us the truth.
We could have helped.

It is too late
for that now.

That's not true.

We could have
come here together.

I don't want your help.

Jean Claude...

Could you really
shoot me, Thomas?

Can't you see
what I have to do,
I must do alone?

No, you don't.

You can stop right now,
and we can put this man away
for the rest of his life.

There is a better way.

All three of you
can walk out of here
right now

with more money
than you've ever
dreamed of having.

You shut up.

He can't kill me.
You won't let him.

I am afraid
that is not an option.

You see, if I don't kill him,
Marcel Dubray will never be
punished for even one day

for all the evil
that he has perpetrated
in this world.

His money and his lawyers
will get him off.

Not here, they won't.
I'll see to it.

But, you don't know him.
Please, leave.

If not as friends anymore,
at least understand
what I have to do.

Stop it.
Thomas, no!

I understand.

I understand what you
think you have to do,

but it has nothing
to do with justice.

It's Angeline.

He even named his boat
after her.

Killing him is not
gonna bring her back.

There's always going to be
another Marcel Dubray.

But there are so few
Jean Claude Forniers.

Let it end here.

Please.

He didn't look like
the ambassador to Chile.

He has a gun.

I had decided
not to kill him.

And I can only tell you
that is the truth.

I know it is.

It's here.

It's in your
mahogany orbs.

Look at me

I'm as helpless
as a kitten

Up a tree