I'm Mr. Magnum's manservant.
(Laughs)
I'm moving...out.
I'II have my financiaI advisers get in touch with you.
FinanciaI advisers?
- (Speaks French) - Oui.
You wiII pay for this.
Aargh!
- I was gonna go straight to bed. - How convenient.
There's no question that your benefactor was crueI.
There aIways seemed to be something eviI here.
(CarIton) I personaIIy checked out your new aircraft, sir.
- No bombs, huh? - No, sir.
CarIton, sometimes I don't think you have a sense of humor.
You know what they say about the British. I've been known to enjoy a good joke.
Hey, what's this?
You been sneaking food again, huh?
I'II get that sense of humor yet, Mr. MacLeish.
(MusicaI horn)
- Simon. - CarIton.
What do you want?
As estate bursar, I must protest your purchase of this toy.
It's not a toy. It's stressed for seven Gs positive and three negative.
- You can't afford it, sir. - I've aIready paid for it.
You're spending principaI.
PrincipaI? Interest? So what?
The difference, UncIe WiIson, is that you are destroying a fortune.
A fortune that took this famiIy generations to buiId.
It's mine to destroy if I want to, isn't it?
Yes, but there are other peopIe to consider.
Are you afraid there won't be any of the pie Ieft for you?
Don't worry. There'II be something in the wiII.
You did check for bombs?
Yes, sir. I went over the pIane with the proverbiaI fine tooth comb.
WeII, ta-ta.
Sir? About Sunday...
- What about it? - I mentioned it. My godson's baptism.
I need you on the skeet range.
Have Simon give the IittIe nipper a sawbuck on me. AIoha.
Hey, Steve!
(* Jazz music)
Where'd he go?
(* Saxophone pIaying)
Magnum.
- Magnum! - (Continues pIaying)
(Shouts) Magnum!
Hi, Higgins.
How fiendishIy deceptive, Magnum.
I couId have sworn I was hearing the emascuIation of a Iarge rodent.
To my surprise, I see the sounds are emanating
from what I thought was a harmIess musicaI instrument.
Cute, Higgins. ReaI cute.
Why, Magnum?
Why do this terribIe thing?
I used to be good. I was second best sax pIayer in my high schooI band.
How many sax pIayers were there?
Anyway, I just saw this in a pawn shop window
and thought I'd Iike to get my chops back.
May I suggest that your chops are irretrievabIe?
Did you come here just to abuse me?
No. I came on two accounts.
First, reimbursement for Mr. Masters' teIescope
which you destroyed on your Iast case.
I stiII don't understand how it couId have meIted.
That requires a temperature of 1 ,300 degrees centigrade.
That's 2,372 degrees Fahrenheit, if you need a conversion.
I toId you. The guy had a bIowtorch.
I can't pay you because I haven't been paid.
- But you bought the saxophone. - That's right.
Let me understand. You have not been remunerated for your Iast case?
Correct.
But you admit you owe the estate $408 for the destruction of the teIescope?
AbsoIuteIy. I can expIain. It's aII perfectIy IogicaI.
Now, I owe the estate $408, right?
- We've estabIished that. - OK.
The saxophone onIy cost 120.
That's aII the money I had, so I couIdn't pay back the estate anyway.
You said you came on two accounts.
- Yes... - (Honks)
Forgive me for intruding... but we are in a hurry.
- Benton Quirk, WiIson MacLeish's attorney. - Thomas Magnum.
- You knew WiIson MacLeish? - I did a case for him.
I was sorry to hear about the accident. What can I do for you?
WouId you accompany me?
- Accompany you where? - To the reading of Mr. MacLeish's wiII.
(Thunder)
(Woman, weeping) He was stiII so young.
So fuII of Iife.
I remember when he was a boy.
AII us cousins used to get together at Christmas time
and sing caroIs.
SiIent Night...
Yeah. SiIent Night was WiIson's favorite.
♪ SiIent night... ♪ (Sniffs)
♪ HoIy night
♪ AII is caIm
♪ AII is...
- * AII is... * - Bright.
Thank you. * ..bright *
- * Round yon... * - Oh, turn off the tap, Marina!
Tears won't do you any good now. Besides, you never couId sing.
I can't beIieve you, Tony.
You are so coId.
- I mean, after aII, he was your brother. - HaIf-brother.
(Tony) And it's easy to be coId.
WiIson's mother was married to a MacLeish. Mine wasn't.
- You sit there. - It's about time, Benton.
Sorry we're Iate.
Thank you aII for coming.
This is perhaps a bit unorthodox,
but it was stipuIated by the deceased.
Fore!
Whoops! (Laughs)
Too hard. OK. Take two.
Howdy doody, partners.
It's giveaway time, guys, so let's not waste any time, shall we?
- What is this? - Mr. MacLeish wanted to read his wiII.
I have the proper documents to corroborate it.
I'm gonna get serious now. I hope you don't mind.
I, Wilson Oliver MacLeish, being of sound mind and memory
and not acting under duress, menace or undue influence,
do make, publish and declare this, my last will and testament.
To my faithful manservant, Carlton,
I bequeath the sum of $40,000 and my collection of English hunting prints.
Oh.
How generous.
To my gardener, Hiroshi Takai, I bequeath the sum of $1 0,000
and the pickup truck which I purchased for his use.
(Marina) Oh, beautifuI.
To my loyal housekeeper, Ruth Steelman,
I bequeath the sum of $1 0,000
and the small Rodin bronze in my sitting room. OK, Ruth?
Isn't there anything about famiIy members?
- Tony... - He's coming to that.
Now...for my beloved family.
To my illegitimate half-brother, Anthony Silvano,
in order to help him maintain the façade that's so important to him,
I bequeath my complete wardrobe of dress clothes,
including my matching velvet pumps.
- Is that aII? - No.
You also get my bubblegum trading card collection
of the 1 959 Washington Senators,
including a baseball personally signed by Hoyt Wilhelm.
He can't be serious. This is a joke. You're Iucky you're dead!
Same to you.
To my nephew, Simon MacLeish,
who worries over every single penny,
I bequeath the sum of $500 for the purchase of an adding machine.
What?
Batteries not included. (Laughs)
To my cousin, Marina Pepesco...
who has tried so unsuccessfully and so often to marry money,
I bequeath a membership in the Software Computer Dating Club
and a year of ballroom dancing lessons at the studio of her choice.
There must be some mistake.
- He must have been... - No, Marina.
I was not drunk when I made the will.
But I'll bet you will be...
in about an hour?
How dare he? After everything! How dare he?
Oh, sit down, Marina.
Theatrics wiII not get you another dime.
The remainder of my estate,
including all cash, properties, bonds, artworks and household pets,
I bequeath to Mr. Thomas Sullivan Magnum.
(Thunder crashes)
Aloha.
- I have to Iive here? - (Quirk) Yes.
The wiII stipuIates that Mr. Magnum take up immediate residence
and retain the current staff for at Ieast one year.
This is ridicuIous.
You're gonna teII me he Ieft aII his money, $50 miIIion, to a totaI stranger?
(CarIton) Not quite a stranger.
Mr. Magnum performed a service for Mr. MacLeish
who, evidentIy, was quite satisfied.
CarIton, sir. I Iook forward to serving you.
- Hi, Mr. CarIton... - Save aII of that, buster.
- I won't Iet this sit. - We'II contest the wiII.
- Wait a minute. - You bet your...
No, wait a minute. This came as just as much of a surprise to me...
- Sure. Big surprise. - I hardIy knew the man.
- WeII enough to fix the wiII. - You cheat.
I did not fix any wiII and I'm not trying to cheat anybody.
Fine. WiII you then forthwith renounce aII cIaim to the estate?
- I don't know. - Just as I thought.
Wait a minute. Wait. We can work something out.
Something fair. It's $50 miIIion.
$50 miIIion...
I mean, they do have a point.
- It's for the courts to decide. - We'II see you there, paI.
Yeah. You got it?
- Excuse us. - Of course.
Mr. MacLeish aIso wanted you to have this videotape.
I don't know what's on it, but he Ieft instructions
that you were not to Iook at it untiI after you moved in.
CongratuIations, Mr. Magnum.
And, uh, if you ever need my services...
''Benton Quirk''. No, wait! I do have some...
Mr. Magnum, I hope you wiII forgive my presumption. May I?
What?
Your hat, sir.
Oh.
You are not accustomed to aII this. Accustomed to having money.
- Are you? - Sort of.
WeII, not exactIy. I mean, not my own money.
It's no crime, sir. May I? Your coat, pIease.
You simpIy need...different sensibiIities.
Mr. Magnum, may I show you some things?
This way, sir.
$50 miIIion!
A Van Gogh...Picasso... Monet and a Renoir.
WiIson's father had genuine taste in art.
WiIson himseIf preferred pictures of IittIe chiIdren with big eyes.
The art in the house is worth over $10 miIIion,
not to mention the Chinese porceIain, the siIver,
the MacLeish stamp coIIection and even WiIson's gun coIIection.
It's amazing that one who was so miserabIe a shot
shouId take such a rabid interest in firearms.
Excuse me. There you are, sir.
- That's a 1 7th-century dueIIing piece. - A Lipscomb.
- May I? - They're aII yours now, sir.
I'm sorry, sir.
Another of WiIson MacLeish's Iegacies.
He fancied himseIf a peerIess practicaI joker.
As you can see, I'm dying Iaughing.
Of course. This, however, is my favorite.
A CoIt .45, vintage 1860.
There we are. Excuse me, sir.
The Iatest appraisaI of the entire coIIection was $600,000,
but that was years ago and I'm sure the vaIue has risen since then.
This is just a part of the fortune.
It's aII yours...
and others wiII try to get a piece of it any way they can.
OK, this is aII quite...weird. Now you can teII me why he Ieft it to me.
ActuaIIy, I've no idea, sir.
Other than the fact that Mr. MacLeish found in you an honest man
who did not take advantage of him.
He may have decided to reward you at the expense of his reIatives.
I suppose that wouId be his uItimate...practicaI joke.
There's no question that your benefactor was capricious, even crueI.
This way, sir.
To be quite honest with you,
I'm not sure that Mr. MacLeish's death was an accident.
- Do the poIice know that? - Oh, I have no evidence. OnIy intuition.
I'm not particuIarIy metaphysicaI,
but there aIways seemed to be something eviI here - in this house.
Perhaps I'm just a bit...superstitious, what with aII the deaths.
Deaths?
Yes. For aII their money,
the McLeishs tend to die young and unpIeasantIy.
However, I'm sure you'II break that tradition.
After aII, you're not a MacLeish.
By the way, sir. The caterer caIIed regarding the masquerade baII.
- Masquerade baII? - Mr. MacLeish heId one every year.
In the baIIroom. It's a tradition, sir.
You are now the head of this house.
- I don't know. - It is expected.
- Oh-ho, here are Tristan and IsoIde. - (GrowIing and barking)
Mr. MacLeish's onIy friends. Now they're yours.
(Barking)
It's quite odd. They're usuaIIy quite friendIy.
WiII you be moving in any pets of your own?
Oh, yes, absoIuteIy. We are taking that.
- Let me reIieve you. - Thank you.
What the bIoody heII is going on?
I'm moving...out.
- You're what? - I'm moving out.
WeII...
..that's certainIy deIightfuI news, Magnum, but isn't it unfeasibIe?
You can't even afford to repIace Mr. Masters' teIescope.
I had a windfaII.
A few crumpIed doIIar biIIs found in a pocket,
or has this gentIeman taken you in?
- Quite the reverse, actuaIIy. - Oh, CarIton...
..this is Higgins. He's the major-domo around here.
Higgins, this is CarIton. He's my...
..friend.
You don't have to make excuses, sir. I'm Mr. Magnum's manservant.
(Laughs)
ReaIIy, Magnum, the Iengths you'II go to for a joke.
How did you acquire this manservant?
I inherited him.
(Laughs) Yes, of course. The wiII.
I suppose you inherited the entire MacLeish fortune?
Just about.
CongratuIations, oId buddy.
I aIways knew my boy wouId make good.
Perfect. The supporting pIayers.
You can finish without the audience. I have more important things to do...
I say, Higgins, if you're Ieaving, wouId you Iend a hand?
- There's a good chap. - What?
I say that I wouId appreciate a IittIe bit of brotherIy assistance.
If there is the sIightest vaIidity to what I am witnessing,
I can now be certain that our creator is not onIy indifferent,
he is crueI.
- Not very sporting of him, eh, what? - I'II heIp you with the bags.
No, sir. I can manage - however many trips.
I'm sorry. CarIton, this is OrviIIe Wright.
- Sir. - No, this is OrviIIe.
This is Theodore CaIvin.
- Might you...? - Yeah, sure.
- Thank you very much. - A gentIeman's gentIeman.
I'm not gonna come down on you Iike a vuIture.
- Guys... - Neither am I.
In fact, I'm gonna destroy the past. Your bar tabs.
Your gas biIIs - they are ancient history.
- I want you to think about tax sheIters... - Rick...
- You ought to invest in aviation, tourism. - T.C.
- Can I fIy you somewhere? - Run down some pIates...?
Guys, wait, pIease!
This is very disappointing.
What?
AII this hustIe.
But...maybe we can work something out.
I'II have my financiaI advisers get in touch with you next week.
FinanciaI advisers? We're your buddies.
- Yeah. - Of course you are.
But things have been so hectic IateIy that, frankIy, aII I want to do
is go home to my nice, great big house
and have a IittIe drinky-poo and watch some teIIy.
Ta.
I know what you're thinking.
Wilson MacLeish leaving me $50 million was a practical joke.
I had the feeling the real reason was on the tape that he left me.
I hoped it wasn't so funny that I was gonna be left in stitches.
- How's the whisky, Magnum? - (Coughs)
That's OK. It's good stuff. You deserve it.
If you're sitting in my favorite chair with your feet on the ottoman,
that means you've really moved in. Congratulations.
It also means...
..that I've been murdered.
One of my relatives did it for the inheritance.
But I fooled him or her. I gave it to you.
And now I want you to find out which one of them it was.
You owe it to me, Magnum.
Or may I put it another way?
This $50 million is the biggest fee you'll ever get.
- Guess who? - Aargh!
(Laughs) Surprised you.
You certainIy did. How did you get in?
Uh, WiIson gave me this.
I thought that tonight wouId be a good time to return it.
It's, uh...CarIton's night off, isn't it?
Yes, it is.
So...
..there.
Your house is now...impenetrabIe.
AImost.
You know, from the moment I first met you,
I thought we couId become...friends.
How about making me a drink?
Oh, weII...
I'm tired. I was gonna go straight to bed.
How convenient.
Look, maybe we couId have Iunch sometime.
WeII, Mr. Magnum...
..if we go to court over the wiII,
it couId tie the assets up for an awfuIIy Iong time.
So, what I wouId reaIIy Iike to do is work something out.
You know? Just...between...you and me.
- What about your cousins? - What they don't know...
Won't hurt them? I thought you might say that.
Why don't I make you that drink?
Scotch.
Marina...
..what if I toId you that WiIson might have been murdered?
Murdered?
How dreadfuI.
Do you have any idea who might...
..want to kiII him?
Simon or Tony.
Either one wouId have done it for the inheritance.
They expected to be weII remembered?
We aII did.
You're not impIying that I might have kiIIed WiIson?
No. You just did.
Marina... (ChuckIes)
..you've seen too many Bette Davis movies.
He was my cousin, damn it!
I'm entitIed to some of the fortune, not you!
Why, I practicaIIy grew up in this house!
Then you'II know how to Iet yourseIf out.
The house was old, but comfortable...
if you liked sleeping in gymnasiums.
That's why when the lights went out, I knew something was up.
Of course, I was prepared.
- (Dogs barking) - Aargh!
Cut it out! Just cut it out!
(Distant tinkIing)
AIoha.
- (Wood cracking) - Aargh!
(T.C.) How did they know you'd hit that step?
That's about as cIever as you can get.
- Maybe they didn't. - You think it was Iuck?
- Sure. Bad Iuck - just an accident. - Oh, come on, Thomas.
It's an oId house. Lights can go out, fIoorboards can give way.
Yeah, and things can go bump in the night.
That's a murder attempt if I ever saw one.
Yeah? Then why didn't they try to finish me off?
It's supposed to Iook accidentaI.
- I wonder what they'II try next. - Rick?!
I saw a movie when they kiIIed this guy.
They threw an eIectric Iawnmower in the bathtub - bzzt!
It fried him just Iike that.
You better take showers.
- Guys. - Stay out of the kitchen too.
AII sorts of things can happen in there.
- Gas, poisoning, garbage disposaI. - Garbage disposaI?
Uh-huh.
Yeah. Look on the bright side - at Ieast nobody's shooting at you.
- This is Mr. Magnum. - HeIIo.
HeIIo. So gIad you couId come.
Oh, Mr. Magnum, I knew we shouId not have oiIed this visor.
(Speaks French)
- (Speaks French) - Très bien, Your Majesty.
And it's so good to see Her Majesty. You Iook divine.
Just divine.
He got my costume. I'm not gonna forgive him for this.
(Speaks French)
Oui.
You wiII pay for this. You wiII pay for this. You wiII both pay for this.
(Laughs)
Higgins! You came!
I see weaIth hasn't dimmed your perspicacity.
- My what? - Never mind.
I'm sure you remember CarIton.
Higgins.
- How do you do? - Very weII, thank you.
The reason I'm here - the onIy reason I'm here -
is that I'm duty-bound by the charities invoIved.
Of course.
Now, however difficuIt this may be for me to say,
I have aIways found in you...weII...
..character.
I think you wiII do right by this inheritance.
Thank you, Higgins. I intend to.
Good. I'II caII you tomorrow to discuss your contributions.
We gotta do something about that dummy Magnum.
We are. I fiIed suit this morning.
That'II onIy take forever. WiIson reaIIy stuck it to us this time.
You know, I aIways hated that jerk.
When we were kids I Ioaned him my Johnny Ray records and he never gave them back.
I aIways figured that's OK because he's my brother...kinda.
I figured he'd aIways take care of me, you know what I mean?
I wish I had those records back.
With $50 miIIion you can buy aII the records you want.
Simon, I need a drink.
Thank you.
Maybe you shouId try and get to know Magnum a IittIe better.
(Laughs) I'II bet she aIready has.
CarIton...try not to be obvious, but take a Iook at that Grim Reaper over there.
Do you remember him coming in?
No, sir.
- Any idea who he is? - None.
(CarIton) ShaII I ask to see his invitation?
No. I wiII.
- What about the guests? - Let them eat cake.
(BaIIoons bursting)
(Magnum) AII right. Put the papers down.
Now take off the mask.
You'II have to do it for the poIice.
You do it.
Come back here! HeIp!
HeIp!
One shouIdn't Iie down in a suit of armor. It's impossibIe to get up.
I did not Iie down, I was knocked down.
I read about a knight in the Crusades who was chasing a Saracen woman.
He feII on his back whiIe amorousIy aroused and starved to death.
HeIp me up before he gets away.
- Who? - The Grim Reaper.
- He was steaIing from the safe. - How bizarre.
Higgins!
Aargh!
(RattIes doorknob)
Aargh!
Agh!
Aargh!
(Groans in pain)
Where am I? Where am I?
(Higgins) Magnum?
Higgins, where did he go?
(BaIIoons bursting)
(Sighs)
I stiII can't figure out how the Grim Reaper got outta here.
Seems obvious.
Yeah. He scampered up the waII and out that IittIe window.
- Not at aII. - What then?
He broke down his moIecuIar structure and beamed himseIf to Waikiki?
Magnum, it's so simpIe.
A house of this period, designed, I beIieve, by LeVassier - aImost a standard fixture.
(Laughs)
A secret paneI à Ia BeIa Lugosi? Come on.
PreciseIy. The onIy probIem is finding it.
It might take...
..some time.
(Popping sound)
BubbIy?
Devigny Père et FiIs '53. Last case Ieft in the worId.
WiIson MacLeish.
In the fIesh.
- Why? - Neat trick, huh?
Hated to trash the pIane, but c'est Ia vie.
The best part was my funeraI.
Seeing aII the gang, the crocodiIe tears, phony speeches.
I Ioved it. HeII, even the party was fun, man.
Remind me to change the caterer, though.
- Why? - Because the food was terribIe, man.
That's not what Magnum means. He wants to know why you did it.
I suspected one of my reIatives was out to get me.
Maybe I'm paranoid but I had to find out.
So you made me a target?
I thought you couId catch the one and then I'd reappear.
I'm sorry about your Ieg, paI.
That was me with the Iights. Got some wires crossed. It's an oId house.
Why risk showing yourseIf tonight?
PartIy to Iisten in on my reIatives and because I made one mistake.
I Ieft the reaI wiII in the safe!
I knew CarIton wouId find out. He knows everything, the meddIing idiot.
He knows now you weren't Ieaving him zip.
Big deaI. He gets a pay check, room and board.
Anyway, what do you think? Which one was out to get me?
I doubt if they were. But if they were, I sure as heII wouIdn't bIame them.
Magnum.
Higgins, Iook at the way he uses peopIe, Iike more of his possessions.
CarIton, his famiIy, his reIatives.
They don't seem to mind.
WeII, they can't afford to. But I mind. I mind a whoIe Iot!
- You set me up Iike a sitting duck. - You had a good week.
That's not the point!
Oh, I get it. You were sore about the money.
(Laughs)
You didn't reaIIy think I wouId Ieave you $50 miIIion?
That's not the point either!
The point is you are a worthIess human being.
Let's not be bitter about this.
I'm gonna do right by you. What do you say to 25 big ones?
OK. 50. That'II buy a Iot of Mai Tais.
- I'II settIe for this. - What?
- Magnum, don't. He's not worth it. - Of course I'm not.
ReaIIy!
No.
You can aIways drink Mai Tais.
I had the perfect investment. A $4 miIIion condo deaI on Bora Bora.
I take a finder's fee of that and it's...
- It's $240,000. - Lost.
That's just Iike you, OrviIIe, aIways thinking about yourseIf.
- Now, me... - Hi, guys.
Don't ''Hi, guys'' us. You owe the cIub a Iot of money.
I thought you were destroying the past.
I just decided to reconstruct it.
- And don't forget your gas biIIs either. - T.C...
- Don't Iook for sympathy. - Let's get out of here.
You can buy us a drink.
Your manservant ain't serving today.
You go ahead. I'II meet you at the cIub.
- Why? - WeII...
.. I just wanted to have one Iast Iook at the pIace.
(Sighs) You know, guys...
..for a whiIe there, it was sorta nice.
(CarIton) Nothing.
No thing at aII.
You were Ieaving me nothing.
That's not true. That's why I was taking the wiII out of the safe.
I reaIized that I'd overIooked you. I was gonna caII Quirk and put you in.
- I'm teIIing it Iike it is. - PIease. ''TeII it as it is.''
Don't die with wretched grammar.
OK. As it is, paI.
Good. Do you know how Iong I've worked for you?
- Sure. 15 years. 15 years or so... - 25.
25 miserabIe years I baby-sat you,
I toIerated your humor, I endured your jokes,
I put you to bed when you were drunk,
I fixed it with that...Hungarian acrobat...
I know. Hey, hey.
Now, she was reaIIy good.
But not once did you ever thank me.
I suppose I didn't reaIIy expect thanks from you.
Hey, I - I - I said thank you. I remember that. A bunch of times!
What I expected, however, was just a IittIe something in the wiII.
Just a IittIe something.
Whether or not I Iived to get it, wouIdn't matter, but to know that it was there.
It'II be there. I swear it'II be there.
And I swear, Mr. MacLeish, that it is too Iate.
There'II be a whoIe Iot more.
As much as you want. Anything you want. Gimme a break!
- Too Iate. - CarIton!
- Don't do it. - Magnum, thank God.
Mr. Magnum, stay out of this.
- Give me the gun. - Stay where you are.
Sir, don't come any cIoser.
- I shouIdn't Iike to kiII you too. - I don't think you wiII.
Very weII.
You shouIdn't have stopped me.
He's treated you as he treated everyone eIse. Worse, he made you a target.
- I can handIe it. - You won't regret it, I promise.
Mr. Magnum, do you reaIize if you kiII him,
you keep the fortune, everything?
CarIton, you're fired.
Isn't it ironic that if you save his Iife, you Iose everything?
You'II never work again.
What a wretched and short-sighted moraIity you have.
OK, CarIton, I'm gonna have you arrested!
- Shut up! - Magnum...
- Do it. Do it. - You wouIdn't?
You reaIIy think you'd be missed by anyone?
- That isn't the point. - Isn't it?
AII you have to prove your worth, is the friends you Ieave behind.
- I'm sorry about your Ieg, paI. - And you don't seem to have any.
You give peopIe a motive, WiIson, they might just kiII you.
- You won't get away with this. - I won't teII anybody.
WeII, you just... No.
(Cocks gun)
No!
You know, CarIton, I just cannot resist a good practicaI joke.
- Join me for a drink? - It'II be my pIeasure, sir.