All language subtitles for Hart to Hart s05e01 Two Harts Are Better Than One.eng

This is my boss,

Jonathan hart,
a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.

She's one lady
who knows how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them,

which ain't easy,
'cause when they met...

It was murder.

[♪♪]

[Barks]

[♪♪]

[Max] Hey, look over
there. Who are they?

They're the blues and royals, on their way
to whitehall for the changing of the guard.

They needn't
change on our account.

I've been
looking forward to London for ages.

Buckingham Palace, parliament,

the pubs, the serving wenches...

Max, the serving
wenches went out with Shakespeare.

Well, maybe one of
them will go out with me. [Chuckles]

Look, you two get
to London all the time,

but I ain't been there
since the trip when you two first met.

Remember?

Ah, yeah. That was great.

Great?

I didn't think it was
so great when we first met.

Remember?

[Camera shutter
clicks] Oh, yeah.

Now I remember. [Chuckles]

-[Max] Here you are. Thanks.
-[Door closes]

Here are your latest
phone messages.

Oh, thanks, Max. I'm
going to lie down for a few minutes.

My inner clock is on la time.

"London dispatch,
London times"...

Since when have I become so important with
the fourth estate?

"Jennifer Edwards,
London herald.

Jennifer Edwards,
Jennifer Edwards.

London herald, Jennifer
Edwards." Who is that?

She's some
American writer who's working over here.

She won't take
no for an answer. [Telephone ringing]

[Sighs]

Mr. Hart's suite.

Uh, just a second, please.

It's her. Huh?

Jennifer Edwards? Yeah.

She's persistent, isn't she?

You take care of her
for me, will you, Max?

No, I'm sorry. Mr. Hart
doesn't give interviews.

And he's in London
just for a holiday.

Oh, now, look, sir,

the London
banking scene is crawling with rumors

about what Mr. Hart
is doing here.

Now, I know he
doesn't know my work,

but please believe me,
I would never print anything unfavorable.

Now, look, I'm
just across the street.

Why don't you let me come up for
five minutes and talk to him, huh?

No. [Phone clicks]

You gotta treat
these old newspaper dames rough. [Chuckles]

Max, I think 4:00 tea
is becoming fivesies.

- I'll fix you a gin.
- Thanks.

[Telephone rings]

Mr. Hart's suite.

[In British accent] Hello.
This is Mrs. Banks, the assistant manager.

I'm terribly
sorry to bother you,

but I'm awfully afraid
there's been a leak

in the bathroom
of the floor above.

Would you mind, awfully, if we came
to your suite to check for damages?

Well, I haven't
noticed any damage,

but if you
want to, you can come up and look.

Oh, that's awfully good of you. Thank
you so much.

[Chuckles]

- What was that all about?
- Some lady assistant manager.

She says the
bathtub above us has sprung a leak.

Max, this
is the penthouse, right?

- Sure.
- This is the top floor.

Right.

There can't be a leak
from a bathtub up there.

Unless the lady assistant manager is
a...

Liar.

Maybe she's
that snoopy Jennifer...

- What's her name?
- Edwards.

- Right.
- I'm not gonna get any rest here.

You know
that? I'm gonna go down to the bar.

I'm gonna be with
my own thoughts...

My own feelings,

and I'm gonna order
myself a Manhattan.

Ah.

Don't you
think you better take your raincoat?

In the bar?

This is London. You never know.

[Knock on door]

Are you the lady about the leak?

[In British accent] Yes.

There are no
leaks in this suite, water or otherwise.

Good day.

But... [Sighs]

You're all heart, Mr. Hart.

[Piano music playing]

Gerald. Sir.

Manhattan. Yes, sir.

[Gerald] Madame?

Uh, a double vodka
Martini, straight up.

Certainly.

Rough day?

Mm-hmm.

Are you an American?

Yes.

I'm an American, too.

[Chuckles] Small world.

Excuse me, Mr. Hart, there's a reporter
on the telephone.

He wants to know
whether you're in the bar.

You can tell
him that I am not only not in the bar,

but as far
as you know, I'm not even in the hotel.

And that goes for any
journalists that may call.

Especially a woman
called Jennifer Edwards.

I'll handle
it, Mr. Hart. Thanks very much, Gerald.

The press. [Scoffs]

"The press"? Mm.

Forgive me. Are you famous?

I'll bet you're an actor.

No. I'm a... I'm a businessman.

Oh. Oh.

But to the press
around here, I seem to be the hottest thing

that's happened since
the Watergate break-in.

Tsk, tsk. Why won't
they just leave some people alone?

That Jennifer
Edwards... Very pushy.

I know just the type.

She's probably a chain-smoking,

love-starved matron
who peeks through keyholes to get a story.

Hmm.

She even came here and broke into
my apartment.

Tsk. Huh.

And said that there
was a leak coming from the top floor,

not knowing that my apartment was
on the top floor.

[Laughing]

What a nitwit. Oh...

You waiting for someone?

Yes, as a matter of
fact, I was, but, uh...

[Chuckles]

Apparently, I've been stood up.

Let me ask you a question.

What?

Would you consider
having dinner with a complete stranger?

The London-by-night tour?

A great sight to see.

Well, then I suppose
I shouldn't miss it.

Jonathan hart.

Louise Tobin.

Shall we, Louise?

Whatever you say, John.

Jonathan. Oh, I'm sorry.

Jonathan.

Will you take
care of it for me, Gerald? Certainly, sir.

Oh.

[Inaudible]

[Taxi driver] Seven
pound exactly, sir.

Thank you very much.

[Slurred speech] Did
you give him a good tip?

Sister Kate,
first race tomorrow, epsom. [Laughing]

Who's riding?
He is. We're walking.

Oh.

[Grunts]

Uh...

Wait a minute.

Oh.

This is so nice.

Look at the pretty flowers.

Look at this. Huh?

Ah.

[Chuckles] The bedroom.

Somebody thought of everything.

That's the British for you. Ah.

With a little help from you?

Champagne?

I'd love it.

[Chuckles]

- That non-stop flight from Los Angeles to London...
- Mmm.

Really is too much.

- The jet lag is...
- Oh...

I'm sorry.

Well, can you help me open this?

Of course. It would
be my pleasure.

Allow me.

[Laughing]

What's so funny?

Well, you wouldn't
know about this but...

The reason those
reporters are hounding me... mm-hmm?

Is because me, ooh.

I'm helping the British.

Mmm.

You? Mm-hmm.

Kingsford motors and me.

But don't say a word.

My lips are sealed.

To the British.

To Max. Mm.

Kingsford motors.

Don't they make cars? [Yawning]

They won't be much longer...

If their cash flow...
[Clears throat]

Doesn't change immediately.

Oh, I get it!

Hands across the sea.

Dollars across the sea. Dollars.

[Yawning]

Ohh. Mm.

See...

I'm in a position that, uh...

[Sighs] It's so...

So...

Complicated.

Ohh. And it's so technical.

So complicated.

Mm.

And so nice.

I must have drunk
a lot more than I thought.

[Grunts]

One good turn...

So very, very nice.

[Sighs]

Operator, could I please
have the telephone number of Brooks kerr

at 27 elsworthy mews, sw7?

Yes, I'll wait.

3-6-6-7?

Thank you very much.

[Telephone rings]

Hello?

Brooks. Jennifer.

Listen. I have a lead
on the Jonathan hart story.

Jennifer, that's smashing!

-Give me everything.
-Oh, no. Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I don't have all
the details. I only had dinner with him.

But, listen, there is
a story here.

Except I have
to check it out with kingsford motors.

Kingsford motors?

That's right. Hart is
here to bail them out.

But that's front-page
stuff. You're incredible.

Hmm. Thank you,
Brooks. Now, listen.

You have to promise me you won't print a single
word until I check everything out. Promise?

[Sighs] The heraldcan't sit on a thing
like this forever, but...

All right.

Until you've
got it all sorted out,

I won't print anything.

But tell me, how did
you get the story?

Uh, let's just say that...

Us chain-smoking,
love-starved matrons

know how to peek
through keyholes.

Good night, Brooks.

Thanks, guv.

[Intercom buzzing]

Yes? Who is it?

A delivery from
Jennifer Edwards.

Oh. Good.

Uh, coming. Just a minute.

- Good evening. Come in.
- Good evening.

It's about the Jonathan
hart story, Mr. Kerr.

She's given you the copy?

Not quite.

I want to give you a story.

But she...

Didn't have the facts.

Who are you?

The man who's going
to give you the facts.

And we want
it printed in your early morning edition.

One might say your
life depends on it.

[Door opens]

Morning, Mr. H.

Late night, huh?

You had company.[Sniffs]

Mmm. [Sniffs]

I see all went well.

It did?

Yeah, I...

I guess it did.

Well, if she left you
a Rose, it couldn't be bad.

Maybe the memory of last night will
cushion this.

Get a load of this.

"American business executive here
to give kingsford motors a handout.

Exclusive by Jennifer Edwards."

Let me see that.

"An American business
executive is here to give kingsford motors

a much-needed handout"?

I didn't give
her that interview!

"In an exclusive
interview with the self-made millionaire

and self-appointed savior of
the British industry, Jonathan hart,

our reporter persuaded him..."

I didn't even
talk to this woman!

She never set foot
in the door, Mr. H, I swear.

- If I were you, I'd sue the bums.
- [Knock on door]

I'm gonna murder
this Jennifer Edwards when I see her!

I'm telling you, I'm
gonna murder her.

Morning, Louise. Get the newspaper
on the phone.

- I will, boss.
- [Sighs]

Good morning.

English muffins?

How'd you find them?

Don't you remember? Last night.

I told you I knew this great bakery that
imported them all the way from america.

How 'bout last night?

Yes.

Come on in. Oh.

[Laughing]

Thanks very much for the Rose.

Oh, it's my pleasure.

We did have a lovely evening.

We did.

Yes.

Oh, I'm so pleased.

You are? Yeah.

Jonathan, is there
anything wrong?

Wrong? Yes.

Wrong. Yeah. There
is something wrong.

You remember that reporter I was trying to
dodge last night?

Well, she got wind
of my meetings with kingsford motors. Look.

What? That's impossible!

Uh, I mean, you were so careful.

How could this have happened?

Well, any luck?

Jennifer Edwards isn't there.

And the editor
hasn't shown up yet.

Oh. Louise Tobin,
Max. Max, Louise Tobin.

Oh. How do you do?

A pleasure.

Uh, Jonathan, I don't
know Jennifer Edwards,

but I understand
that she's a very reputable journalist.

Maybe there's been some mistake.

A mistake?

Well, look, she
makes me out to be a greedy interloper.

That's not the problem.
The big problem is

that if sir Richard's board of directors
gets frightened,

that means
that the merger may not be secured.

And if that happens, that means
that kingsford motors may go bankrupt.

That
is the big problem. [Telephone rings]

Oh, dear. Yeah.

Mr. Hart's suite.

Just a minute, please.

Sir Richard
wellstood's secretary.

Well, we know
what paper he reads.

Tell him I'll
get back to him later.

I'm sorry, but Mr. Hart is out.

I'll leave the message
that you called.

Thank you.

Well, I guess
our shopping trip is out?

Yeah, I guess it is off, because
I've gotta get over to that paper.

Oh, listen. I... I know
where that paper is.

Maybe I can show you a shortcut,
if you don't mind the company.

I'd love to have your company.
I'll take a shower and be right back.

Jonathan...

I'll call a car.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

It's certainly not
your fault, Louise.

- Good morning, Mr. Thompson.
- Lovely morning, isn't it?

You were quite right, sir.

Jonathan hart did come over
here to help out kingsford motors.

Would you like to have
a look? Good show!

Well, my spies
at kingsford sensed something was up,

and it seems
you took care of the rest.

Ten thousand pounds.

It's
all there. I'm unscrupulously honest.

Do you think these
headlines will, uh, alter hart's plans?

British sentiment will view
hart as some meddling cutthroat outsider,

and the kingsford
board will turn down his offer to help.

Unfortunately, this
will Bury kingsford.

When kingsford
goes under, your automobile company

will be number
one in Great Britain, Mr. Thompson.

It will also turn
Mr. Thompson into sir Charles Thompson...

The crown's reward
for superior achievement.

Right you are, sir Charles.

You know,
the Americans have an expression.

"Winning isn't everything,
it's the only thing."

The Americans
have a way of expressing themselves

that's so... American.

[Chuckles]

[Crows cawing]

Just look at the bloody tower.

Almost a thousand years old,

and what lovely
memories she holds.

Sir Walter Raleigh, the Earl of essex,
Thomas Moore...

They used to live here?

They were all... beheaded here.

Just keep
on top of the hart situation, won't you?

[Jennifer]
Uh, hey, listen, it's almost lunchtime.

Anybody feel like stopping for steak
and kidney pie before we go to the paper?

I've got to get to the herald, louise.
I don't have time. But thanks.

Oh. Well, look,
you don't need me to go to the paper.

I'm starving. So why don't you just let me off
over there, and I'll grab a meal on my own.

No, no, no, no. I can't let you eat
alone. We'll find someplace close.

Max, find someplace
close. Right.

[Bell tolling]

Beautiful, isn't it?

Uh, would
you mind if I freshened up a minute?

No, I think, uh,
I'll do the same thing.

Jennifer Edwards, please.

This is Jennifer Edwards.
Brooks kerr, please.

[Woman] Sorry.
She's not at her desk.

And her editor's not
in. He's probably at home.

Do you have an address on him?

Thank you. I'll
check him at home.

Thank you.

You see our
waitress yet? Uh, no.

You know,
I don't know what it is,

but suddenly I don't
feel hungry anymore.

Isn't that funny?
I feel the same way.

Really?

Well, why don't we
take a rain check?

May I
drop you somewhere? Oh, no, no, no.

I've taken
you way out of your way as it is. Okay.

Taxi!

Twenty-seven elsworthy mews.

[Taxi driver] All right, miss.

Max, uh, 27 elsworthy mews.

- Elsworthy mews? Where's that?
- We'll find it.

[Taxi driver]
Ninety-five p, miss.

- Keep the change.
- Thank you.

[Intercom buzzing]

Brooks?

Brooks?

Brooks?

Brooks!

Asleep on the job?

That is no way
to make a deadline.

Brooks?

Brooks?

Oh, Brooks! Oh!

Oh!

He's dead.

If he's Brooks, that
makes you...

Jennifer Edwards.

And quite possibly a murderer.

- Wait. Where are we going?
- To call the police.

Oh, but, Jonathan,
I can explain everything!

- You can explain it to Scotland yard.
- What? Scotland yard?

But, Jonathan,
just give me five minutes to explain!

Five minutes?

You've got four
minutes and 50 seconds.

All right, all right. I
did call Brooks last night.

I told him
I had a lead on a story.

But I made him promise me not to
print anything until I had checked it out.

He agreed.

Four minutes.

All I told him was that
we had dinner together.

- You didn't tell him the rest?
- What "rest"?

About the Rose on the pillow.

I left it there last night.

You didn't leave that
there this morning?

You fell asleep.

I fell asleep making love?

We didn't make love.

We didn't make love.

Two minutes.

Oh, Jonathan, you've got
to believe me. I did not write that story!

You were
the only one that had the information.

- Oh!
- If there is an explanation for this,

I hope I live
long enough to hear it.

[Jonathan] Drive it, Max.

[Max] Okay, Mr. H.

- Go!
- Right.

What's going on, Louise?

She's not
Louise. Her name is Jennifer Edwards.

You're Jennifer Edwards?

[Man shouts]

You stupid...

- Watch it, Max.
- I'm watching it.

[Tires screech]

- What the hell's going on?
- Someone's trying to kill me.

Jeez!

Kill you? Kill you?

Suppose someone's
trying to kill me for writing that story?

- I thought you said you didn't write that story.
- I didn't write the story!

[Jonathan] Let's get
the police to follow us.

- [Tires screeching]
- [Horn honking]

[Sirens wailing]

[Horn honking]

We've got them.

[Honking continues]

[Sirens continue wailing]

Max, keep your
eye on the mirror.

When you lose them, pull over.

- What are we doing?
- We're gonna get out.

Max'll be the bait.

Pull over.

Well, I suppose I'm
indebted to you for the rest of my life.

- A simple "thanks" would do.
- [Car approaches, stops]

You can save
it. It's not over yet.

Oh!

[Boat horn blares]

[Motor starts]

- How's your broad jump?
- I guess we're gonna find out.

[Horn blares]

[Both yell]

[Panting]

You're pretty good.

You're not too bad yourself.

[Mr. Thompson] If I'd
wanted someone to shoot them, Mr. Bowlly,

I'd have hired a gorilla.

You wanted hart not
to sign those papers.

He couldn't sign
them if he was dead.

A point which,
I suppose, is irrefutable.

However, I'd have to warn you that
Jonathan hart is not so easily eliminated.

And if he were to be, his absence
would create an even greater problem.

You've got until 5:00.

If he signs those papers, you
can flush your knighthood down the toilet.

What a charming image.

However,
if the sun rises on yet another jolly day

and Mr. Hart has failed to sign,

kingsford will
lose their financing.

The banks will call their loans first thing
in the morning.

- What are you thinking?
- Thinking?

Oh, I see you're
familiar with that word.

I'm thinking we
need to delay Mr. Hart.

And
knowing his penchant for the fair sex,

he'd be hard-pressed to
avoid saving a damsel in distress.

I don't follow you.

Cherchez la femme, mr. Bowlly.

If it's a case of saving that Edwards
girl,

I'm sure Mr. Hart will
see the light.

But we don't have her.

The Americans have
a very quaint expression.

"When the
going gets tough, the tough get going."

Get going, and get
Jennifer Edwards.

[Horn blares]

[Jennifer] Would you have turned
me in if you had the chance?

I never had the chance.

Well, maybe you've
come to your senses and you realize

that I was
telling you the truth.

- That's not quite right.
- I am telling you the truth.

- You lied to me once before.
- When?

When you tried to make me
believe that we spent the night together.

Why did you do that?

- Uh...
- I'm listening.

- [Sighs]
- I'm listening.

Because I...

Wanted to see you again.

And because I wanted
to finish the story.

- The story.
- You asked me!

I don't lie.

The Rose was a nice touch.

Thank you.

You still haven't
answered my question.

- Why I didn't turn you in?
- Yes.

Because I like your eyes.

You do?

Yes, I do.

Then you believe me?

I didn't say that.
I said I liked your eyes.

In your heart,
you know it's true.

- I didn't say that either.
- Oh, Jonathan.

Tell me you believe me.

I believe you.

I believe you... Louise.

Jennifer.

[Man] Hammond pier terminal.
Hope you enjoyed your trip. Thank you.

What are we gonna do?

We can't just keep
cruising the thames.

We're going to Scotland yard.

Scot...

I thought you
said you believed me.

I do, sort of.

What do I have to
do to convince you?

I'll think of something, but in the
meantime, we're going to go to Scotland yard.

-Because if someone
is trying to kill me and you, -[Gasps]

Then we're gonna
get the proper protection.

Well, that is a
very, very good idea.

Flattery will
get you everything.

Mr. Hart? Yes?

[Grunting]

Whoa!

Jonathan!

Oh!

Don't make a foolish
move. Not a word.

[Panting]

The thames.

[Pants] The thames!

What a time to go
swimming in the thames...

[Panting]

[Grunts]

Where you been, Mr. H?

Max, take the
phone off the hook.

I already got the
phone off the hook. I'm talking to you.

After you
talk to me, take the phone off the hook.

Okay, Mr. H. I understand.

Now, what did
you call to tell me?

To take the phone off the hook!

He hasn't
been normal since he met that dame.

[Crow caws]

The tower of
London, miss Edwards. Traitors' gate.

Do you have
some medieval torture in mind for me?

No, I have a modern
weapon. A gun.

Pointed at your back.

It might go off,
so behave yourself.

[Crows cawing]

Mr. Thompson,
this is miss Edwards.

Ah, yes. The young
lady with the nose for news.

So lovely too.
I'm Charles Thompson.

The Charles Thompson?

Soon to be
sir Charles Thompson, thanks to you.

Well, Mr. Thompson, I'd say you have
a unique way of attaining your knighthood.

It's all in the outcome, miss Edwards,
not in the manner in which it was achieved.

You know,
I'm rather surprised by your attitude.

After all, I'm only applying
a tried and true American philosophy.

What's that?

Well, as you can see, I'm undoubtedly
number two.

I am merely trying harder.

Now, um,

let me show you the
bloody tower.

What an imposing edifice.

[Knocking on door]

-Oh, Max. [Exhaling
forcefully] -Mr. H, is it raining?

Only on me, Max. Only on me.

Mr. H, I've
kept the phone off the hook. But why?

Good. Why?

Because
I have a feeling that kingsford motors...

Someone is gonna
put them out of business.

And any minute, someone's gonna call on
that phone and ask me to sign the papers,

and if I don't, they're
gonna hurt Jennifer.

Hurt Jennifer? But what has
miss Edwards got to do with that?

If they don't
call, they can't deliver the message.

- I thought you didn't like her.
- I do like her. I do like her!

Now, keep the
phone off the hook.

Now, you stay up here
and watch the suite.

I'm gonna go downstairs
and keep my eye on the lobby, okay?

- Okay, but first, dry yourself off.
- [Sneezes]

I will, Max.
I will. Okay. [Sniffles]

[Mr. Thompson] Did you know that lady
Jane grey was beheaded here in 1554?

No.

Ah, those were
the good old days.

Bowlly.

Jonathan hart.

Lady in distress, hmm?

Sir.

The tower held some lovely
prisoners, but none as lovely as you.

[Inaudible]

For Mr. Hart.

Ah. Mr. Hart.

Thanks.

Did you know, sir Walter Raleigh

was confined here
for 13 years before...

[Decapitation noise]

Ah, gentle Mr. Bowlly.

I take it you managed to deliver
the message without shooting anyone?

It's all done.

[Mr. Thompson] You know,
you've done a splendid job, bowlly.

Exactly what I hired you for.

A trifle heavy-handed
perhaps, but...

Bowlly!

[Grunting]

Good heavens.

Okay, Charlie boy,
I think you've had it.

- [Decapitation noise]
- Mmm.

[Grunting]

Ow!

[Grunting]

You gotta watch that last step.

It's murder.

[Exhales]

I am not withholding
information, inspector.

I am a newspaperperson,
and I simply am not revealing my sources.

- I represent a...
- She's quite a scrapper, isn't she?

She sure is. But,
Mr. H, if you don't get to kingsford motors

in time to
sign the papers, the deal will collapse.

I can't leave now.

I may never see her again.

I've got an idea. You
might not like it, but...

[Whispering indistinctly]

[Jennifer]
Check with my bureau in New York City.

- I can't do that.
- Try it.

[Jennifer] It was
right here. Oh, dear...

[Chattering]

I don't have any of my
cards on me. Would you consider checking...

Oh, this gentleman knows me.

Inspector,
did you check this woman's identity?

I don't think she is
who she says she is.

She's been running around London using an
assumed name.

- Jonathan!
- She was witness to a murder today.

- Did she tell you about that?
- No, she didn't.

You rat! I'll get you for this.

That's what I'm talking
about. Threats like that. You understand?

Yes, sir. Okay, miss. I'm afraid
you'll have to come with us to the yard.

- Thank you, Mr. Hart.
- What? Wait a minute!

No, but i... I'm
not... I'm innocent! I... come on, miss.

I'll never speak to you again!

Let's go, miss.

Darn you, Jonathan hart! I thought
you were a nice man, but you're a heel!

You think that worked?

[Man] Kingsford motors saved by American!
Read all about it!

- What's the news on Jennifer?
- I checked with the paper.

She's leaving for New
York this afternoon.

Huh. What plane?

2:00.

No, Mr. H. I'm afraid you've gotta handle
this on your own.

- Max, we gotta find her.
- Congratulations, Mr. Hart.

- I just heard the news about kingsford motors.
- Thanks very much.

Stopping her
is easier said than done.

Only way she's gonna talk to you is if
she's in handcuffs.

- She's not gonna talk to me.
- She ain't gonna talk to me because I talk to you.

Is there a problem, Mr. Hart?

Calvin...

[Man] You're all set
for New York, miss Edwards. Gate 33.

Thank you.

- Miss Jennifer Edwards?
- Yes?

I'm inspector hunchinrider of Scotland
yard.

- I'm afraid you're needed for questioning.
- Questioning?

But I already answered all
the questions. I was released an hour ago.

- Regrettably, we've thought of some more questions.
- I have a plane to catch.

Uh, we won't delay you long, I
assure you. If you'd like to come this way.

[Jennifer] This
isn't Scotland yard.

[Calvin] Mmm. And
I'm not an inspector.

- You?
- Would you mind getting out of the car?

I wanna talk to
you for just a minute.

Well, I don't
want to talk to you.

For just one minute would you please
get out of the car so I can talk to you?

And you'll never
have to see me again if you don't want to.

One minute?

One minute.

You have 50 seconds left.

- Turn around.
- What?

Please.

Turn around.

[Laughing]

You're crazy.

About you.

After all the trouble
we've been through, you want to marry me?

Well, I'm sure we won't get into trouble
on a weekly basis.

But...

You live in Los Angeles, and
I have an apartment in New York.

I don't want your apartment.

I want you.

All my clothes are in New York.

They have nice
clothes in Los Angeles.

What am I gonna tell my father?

Tell him someone loves you, and you're
getting married.

Flowers for the lady?

Well?

Have you ever been
to New York City?

Max, take us
once around the park.

I sure will, Mr. H.

And they lived happily
ever after. [Laughs]

[Whinnying]

You know,

I knew you were in love with me.

- You did?
- Mm-hmm.

When did you first know?

From the moment that you left the Rose
on the pillow.

Ohh. [Chuckles] Very good.

- [Chuckles]
- You guys had it easy.

You know how
much that wig itched?

It was murder.

[Chuckles]

[Camera shutter clicks]

- And it still is.
- Aw...

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