All language subtitles for Remington Steele s01e16 Years.eng

[Laura]
Try this for a deep, dark secret...

The great detective
Remington Steele?

He doesn't exist.
I invented him.

Follow...
I always loved excitement.

So I studied and apprenticed...

and put my name on an office.

But absolutely nobody
knocked down my door.

A female private investigator
seemed so... feminine.

So I invented a superior.

A decidedly masculine superior.

Suddenly, there were cases
around the block.

It was working like a charm.

Until the day he walked in...

with his blue eyes
and mysterious past.

And before I knew it...

he assumed
Remington Steele's identity.

Now I do the work,
and he takes the bows.

It's a dangerous way to live...

but as long as people buy it...

I can get thejob done.

We never mix business
with pleasure.

Well, almost never.

I don't even know
his real name.

Annie!

[Screaming]
Annie!

Annie.!

[Shuddering]
You'll never get it outta me.

One of us will,
sooner or later, Murph.

Come on, hold on, Charlie!
Hold on to him! You can do...

[Laughing]

- Steroids. The guy must take steroids.
- Who's next? Come on!

[Man] Once is enough.
I promised my wife no coronaries.

Hey, Charlie!
A rematch! Come on!

Please. I'm trying to stay
on good terms with my ego.

- Guys, left-handed, huh? What do you say?
- No way, Murph.

You still sweat great,
don't you, Murph?

I always liked to watch you sweat.
Best part of the basketball game for me.

I know this isn't a good time,
but Dan didn't show up.

I've been everywhere looking for him.
He screamed... I think it was his scream...

and then he wasn't there,
and I didn't know what to think.

Then I remembered reading that you worked
for a detective named Remington somebody.

Hey, wait a minute.
Slow down and start over.

Okay, look. I was making dinner for us.
Nothing heavy, just a little spaghetti.

But I know Dan was really looking forward to it
because it had been almost 10 years.

And then I went to the window, and all of
a sudden I got this real burning sensation...

right between my fifth and sixth chakras,
and that's a very negative place.

So, Murph, just help me
look for him, you know?

And if you say everything's copacetic,
then I'll try to go with it, okay?

Do, um... Do I know you?

You mean in the biblical sense
or just like... names?

I think Dan's room is down here.

- Annie, this Dan...
- Yeah. Kowalski.

Varsity track and swim.

That is until Sharon Credenza
introduced him to mushrooms.

You used to go with Sharon
for a while, didn't you?

Sharon who?

I always suspected she was lying
about your relationship.

234.

[Sighs]

It's not locked. Do you think
that means something?

- Yeah. It means it's not locked.
- Oh.

Annie, Dan probably met another old friend
on his way over to your place...

and they went out
for a drink or something.

Nope. I checked all our
old town hangouts. Uh-uh.

Did you know they converted
the Rosy Rooster to a disco?

- Oh, really?
- Yeah. Now they call it the Cock-A-Doodle-Doo.

I don't know. I guess flashing lights
just don't do it for me anymore.

So what do you think
happened to him?

Look, I'm sure
he'll turn up real soon.

Meanwhile, why don't you let me buy you
some coffee at the student union?

Hey, you, uh...

want us to make it again?

You know, just for old times' sake.
I mean, I'm open to it.

Again? Annie, we never...

But you know what? Right now
I'm really worried about Dan.

Don't you think we oughta be,
like, looking for clues and stuff?

Annie, has it occurred to you that
maybe Dan changed his mind and...

- And what?
- Stood you up.

Hey...

you know, I know my brain shakes loose
from the space-time continuum...

and my mouth gets a mind of its own.

Coming here after 12 years of St. Amelia's
School for Girls will do that to a person.

But I heard somebody scream,
and I think it was Dan.

And scared is scared
in any universe you wanna pick.

All right. I'm sorry. I'll take a look
around, but if you're really concerned...

you oughta notify campus
security or something, okay?

Yeah, I guess. But uniforms always
bring out the paranoid in me, you know?

I've tried to work it through
with my mailman and everything...

but even when he wears
his summer shorts...

[Screaming]

Annie!

Screaming is the release
that happens...

when a spirit suddenly transcends
to a radically altered reality.

Ah, this should be engaging.

A few days amidst
the groves of academe.

Oh, it's already beginning to evoke
painfully sweet memories of Cambridge.

Cambridge?
You went to Cambridge?

The ivied halls, the robed faculty...

punting on the Thames.

Cambridge is on the River Cam.
Oxford is on the Thames.

Oxford, Cambridge. It's the education
one gets that's important.

And I have no doubt as I throw myself
into the challenge of a new case...

it will serve me well.

- I wouldn't throw myself in too hard.
- Oh?

When Murphy called,
he didn't exactly request you.

Murphy never requests me.
It's not in his nature.

But we've come a long way
from those first rocky days.

Really? I wasn't aware.

He may appear gruff
and pungent at times...

but beneath that
there's a growing respect.

- No kidding!
- You watch.

We'll arrive, and he'll look at you in that
way he does, and he'll bid you welcome.

Then he'll look across at me
in that way he does and say...

- What the hell is he doing here?
- I got the gruff and pungent part.

You really disappointed me, Murphy.

Surely by now, I thought we could work
together smoothly as professionals.

What profession did you have in mind?

That's rather harsh, considering
you're the one that called for help.

- I called for her, not you.
- An oversight, no doubt.

I'm serious, Laura.
How could you let him come along?

What did you expect me to do?
Throw him out of the car?

You've had worse ideas.
He's only gonna get in the way.

I understood there was
a death to investigate.

Is there no bloody weapon to examine?
No hysterical witness to question?

No suspicious character to tail?

Those of us in the real world
know most evidence...

tends to come from the commonplace,
the ordinary and the mundane.

Such as?

Hung from a flagpole, eh?

Can't think of anything
more commonplace than that.

- I'm gonna hit him, Laura.
- Concentrate on the case, Murph.

Could this Dan Kowalski have hung himself
from the flagpole, do you think?

Well, that's the official version.

Suicide isn't the greatest way
to start off a homecoming...

but it sure beats
the hell out of murder.

They raise a lot of money from these
shindigs. Why scare anybody off?

- But I sense you have doubts.
- Well, it just doesn't fit.

The guy was supposed to have
dinner last night with somebody.

About the time he's due
to arrive, she hears screaming.

An hour later, he's hanging
from the flagpole.

Definitely more than a suicide,
which shouldn't be too hard to crack.

Will you listen to this guy?

You know, you are pushing it
just a little bit.

Oh, don't tell me you're afraid too.

Afraid? Of what?

That a novice like myself might show up
a more experienced sleuth.

- Oh, you're not serious?
- Then you are afraid.

- Laura, can't we buy him a bus ticket somewhere?
- Now hold on a minute, Murph.

You mean you think you
can solve this all by yourself?

Why not? After all, I've had
one excellent teacher.

You know, that could be
very interesting to watch.

Care to make a small
wager on the side?

- A wager?
- Laura, I'm sure it's some kind of trick.

I realize a man's been murdered,
but it would be towards a good cause.

- You know how devious he can be.
- A wager. A wager.

And what kind of terms
did you have in mind?

Well, if I solve the case first...

say, a weekend, just
the two of us in, uh, Paris.

Wouldn't five bucks
be more sensible?

You're on. And if I win,
I want one year of your life.

Laura, indentured servitude
went out with the top hat.

No, I'm talking
about your mysterious past.

I want to know what
happened in one year...

without exaggeration
or embellishment.

- You're on.
- I don't believe it.

Well, I've got work to do. With a bit of luck,
I should be through in, say, three hours.

Three hours, huh? Well, why don't I
give you something to start on?

That's sporting of you, Murphy.

This building was locked
tight as a drum last night.

No locks were picked,
no alarms were set off...

and a security guard
came by every 15 minutes.

As far as I can tell, it was physically
impossible to have gotten that body up there.

Well, uh, perhaps four hours,
just to be on the safe side, eh?

Of course he maneuvered me
into the bet. I let him.

You sure that was a wise idea?
I mean, what if he actually...

- Wins?
- I know it seems like a long shot. Still...

Look, he's out of your hair, and we
could get a year of his history to boot.

Aren't you thirsting to know what
our Mr. Steele was doing in '68, '73, '80?

- Curious, I'll give you. But thirsting? No, no way.
- [Laughing]

It's a real kick in the consciousness.
You know what I mean?

I mean, Dan, of all people.

Why? Dan...

Dan was... Dan was
the poet in my life.

- I'm sure he was very good.
- No, he was terrible.

Always mixing his metaphors
and splitting his infinitives.

"Shards of Styrofoam truth
on the belly of a bottled dog."

But he really tried, you know?

And then to see him hanging...

hanging there looking like...

like one of his poems.

Can you think of any reason
why anyone would want him dead?

Or why they'd hang him
from the R.O.T.C. Building?

No. No, Dan...
R.O.T.C. Building?

- That's where they found him.
- Oh, wow. Oh, wow.

Deja vu! Deja vu!
Oh, no. Oh, no.

- What is it, Annie?
- This can't be happening.

- What?
- Oh, wow. ROTC, ROTC, ROTC.

That's where it happened
to Tom 10 years ago!

- Tom? Tom who?
- Tom Donovan.

You see, all of us were there with Tom
the night that it happened.

Look. See, this is
Tom Donovan with his sister...

and here he is with the group.

We were all pretty tight
in those days, you know?

Tom Donovan? Wait a minute.
He was killed in a lab accident, wasn't he?

Lies for the media.
It didn't happen that way.

You see, Tom had this idea.

Tom was always having ideas.

But this time,
this one, that night, 10 years ago...

We were all supposed to break into
the R.O.T.C. Building...

and do this big number
for the homecoming event...

set off a big fireworks
display from the roof.

And the six of us were all in on it.
Dan was driving.

And, uh, next to me
was Lynette Mercer...

Tom Donovan...

Nat...

and Hector Sanchez.

We got to the building
at midnight.

The administration was real
uptight about the R.O. T. C...

so there was a guard
posted out front.

Myjob was to distract him
away from the north side...

while the others snuck around to scale the
wall and break into the third-story window.

I was supposed to meet Tom at the side
door at 12::30, so he could let me in...

but this guard was
like all thumbs, you know?

It took him a lot longer
to fix it than I expected.

So I was getting real worried that I might
not make it to the side door in time.

[Sighs]
When it happened.

Something...
Something went wrong.

I'm sorry.
It must have been terrible.

Yeah. Tom died in the blast.

[Crying]
And now Dan.

I mean, that was 10 years ago.

Why?

If there's a connection,
we'll find it.

Meanwhile, I want you
to stay close to me, okay?

The others, Annie...
Where are they now?

Well, Hector wrote and said
he was gonna come this weekend.

He said Lynette was too.

And, of course, I'm sure
Nat's still hiding underground.

- Nat?
- Nat Shavers.

Well, not the Nat Shavers?

Well, he wasn't
the Nat Shavers then.

The legend sort of grew after he went
naked across the White House lawn...

on top of a V.W. Bug
and wrote his book...

Mr. Yippie
Goes to Washington.

Right. Well, come on.
We've got some people to find.

Hmm. Hmm.

[Liquid Flowing]

[Screams]

So, you're a student here now?

Oh, uh, yeah.
Graduate studies.

[Chuckles] Oh, really?
In what course?

Um, Egyptology.

But we don't have
an Egyptology Department here, do we?

No. That's why
I'll be transferring soon.

It hardly pays to work for a degree
at a school that can't offer it, right?

- [Laughs]
- Delighted to meet you. Likewise, I'm sure.

Excuse us, won't you? Matter of grave importance.
Thank you so much. Au revoir.

Pack your bags, Laura.
You'll love Paris this time of year.

A small hotel on the Left Bank, and, quite
frankly, I can't wait till we get there.

- You mean you've solved the case already?
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Read on.

Poltergeist: : Fact and Fiction?

The Uninvited. Ray Milland,
Gail Russell, Paramount, 1944.

- You're taking me to the movies again.
- The culprit was a ghost.

You heard Murphy say getting Dan's body
on that flagpole was a physical impossibility.

- It all fits.
- Very creative.

But it won't work.
I'm not big on ghosts.

Take a stroll through Dan's room. There's
something in there that's most persuasive.

Sorry, but the wager's still on.
I just don't believe in them.

How can you be so narr...

How can you be
so narrow-minded?

Spirits have stalked the earth
since time immemorial.

- There's even a ghost in my own ancestral lineage.
- Phantom of the Cinema?

He was a general at the
Battle of Agincourt, 1415.

Well, he wasn't exactly
a general. He was sort of...

- Pretending?
- Only to lure the French archers away from the English attack...

- when a wild arrow caught him in the...
- Chest?

Back, I'm afraid.

Now he's condemned
to an eternity in purgatory...

till a member of my family can perform
an act of extraordinary courage.

And end his tortured wanderings.
Are you applying for the position?

Very well. Very well.
Scoff if you like, but mark my word...

Ah, Professor Perkins!
Good to meet you at last.

- Ah, yeah.
- Percy Winfield, Dean of Men.

Your chum Michaels here
has been explaining...

the sensitive nature
of your research here on campus.

Professor Perkins?
My chum Michaels?

I'd be only too glad to assist.
I'm most anxious...

to discuss the project
down to the last detail.

Yes, well, perhaps later we could have
some cucumber sandwiches.

- Oh, nonsense! No time like the present.
- What about a curried egg?

When I told the dean that the great
Remington Steele was here to solve the case...

he was, well,
more than understanding.

- Was that really necessary?
- Well, probably not...

but you can never play it
too safe with that guy.

How's he doing anyway?

Well, he tried to convince me
Dan was killed by a ghost.

A ghost?

I knew when he got desperate,
he'd start grabbing at straws...

but that's what I call desperate.

- So how about us?
- Steady as she goes.

I still come up
with nothing on Lynette.

But Annie's found Hector.
Come on.

Annie? Annie?

She said she'd meet us
down here somewhere.

You know, I keep getting the feeling from
the way she acts that you and she were...

Oh, honestly, Laura, I really
don't remember her, okay?

It must've been when you were going
through one of your wild periods.

- I didn't have any wild periods.
- Hey. Down here.

Now listen.
Could you kind of, like, go easy?

You know, I mean,
Hector's pretty weird.

I mean, he's always been
into conspiracies, you know?

During Watergate, he was convinced
that his mother was an F.B.I. Agent.

- But now it's worse.
- Where is he?

Hector, I'm Laura Holt.
This is Murphy Michaels.

No. No. You see, that's
how the feds get to you.

A friendly handshake...
with a poisoned needle.

Hector, we're here
to help you. Really.

We're both associates
of Remington Steele.

Surely you can find some
assurance in his reputation.

Sure. Why not?

If you can show me his birth
certificate and fingerprints.

I like this guy.

Hector, we're here to ask you about...

Ghosts.

Ghosts?

Poltergeists, disembodied spirits.

To hell with the nomenclature.

The fact is, 10 years ago,
Donovan's dead...

but last night...
last night I saw him.

Hector, there's a logical
explanation for everything.

You call lights exploding logical?

You call blood from a faucet logical?

Ontology may not be your bag,
man, but I was there.

- Murphy, you don't suppose...
- Don't even think it, Laura.

Right. Right. Hector...
[Clears Throat]

Maybe you better tell us
about that night 10 years ago.

[Hector] You see, I'm an intellectual.
So what? I'm a climber too.

Socrates said
scholars should be athletes...

and, of course, he was
the first revolutionary.

Myjob, you see, was to scale the wall,
open the third-floor window...

drop a rope down
and haul the others up.

Tom said it was to be an intellectual
statement for the revolution.

I was up for that. I mean,
Aristotle would've loved it.

We made something happen,
man, in space and time...

notjust in possibility.

The others went on ahead
to set up the fireworks.

I was gonna paint
a few slogans on the walls.

You know, "Utopia now.! '"
That sort of thing.

Then something went wrong.

Tom sent Lynette to tell us
that the fireworks were duds...

that there were guards
on the floor above...

and that we had to get out of there fast...
we didn't even reach the van.

[Screaming]

- Laura!
- I know! I know! There's a logical explanation.

Phenomenology.
I gotta think phenomenology.

[Panting] He came in here, Laura.
He's in here! We saw him!

- Where?
- [Annie] Hector.! Hector.!

Hector!
[Screams]

L... l-I turned my back
but one second.

Two seconds, tops!
I looked back...

- You didn't see any...
- Nothing. Nobody.

Murphy.

Don't say it.

Who needs to say it?

We had some trouble with our
R.O.T.C. Facility a few years back.

Most unfortunate.
Ayoung man was killed.

As a result,
security was increased.

Ah. Certainly nothing
like it at Cambridge.

- Oh, so you're a Cambridge man?
- Uh, more or less.

Uh, I'm curious.

Just what would you say
you got from the experience?

In sum, that Cambridge
is on the Cam...

and, uh, Oxford
is on the Thames.

[Chuckles]
What a... What an...

What an incredibly succinct way
of defining their philosophical differences.

[Both Laughing]

- Yes, well, who informed you of the murder?
- Suicide, please.

- Oh, sorry.
- Uh, the alumni.

And it was your associate,
Mr. Michaels, who called.

I imagine you must feel very lucky
to have Murphy working for you.

Oh, I'd, uh, be lost without him.

Anyway, I was just turning on my electric
blanket when I received the call.

I grabbed my Mayberry,
took my flashlight...

rushed right over,
and there he was.

- Oh, may I?
- Oh, certainly.

Naturally I informed
the board of governors immediately.

And the president, of course.

- Then we called an emergency meeting.
- Excuse me.

Your people wouldn't have any reason
to put the body back, would they?

- Put it back?
- I was afraid so.

Good God!
Who could that be?

It's Hector Sanchez.

I don't believe it.! Coming from you of all
people. He'll say anything. But you...

I merely said we may have to extend
our thinking on this case.

To what? That Dan and Hector
were killed by a ghost?

Look, the present theory about poltergeists
is that they're some kind...

of freak manifestation of human guilt...
the guilt of someone living.

- Please.
- And since all the victims...

participated in the R.O.T.C. Break-in 10 years
ago, maybe something happened then...

something that requires them all getting
back together so it can work itself out.

- But they're not all together.
Where's Nat? Where's Lynette? - I don't know!

- I'm only saying we can't rule out any possibilities.
- Would you listen to yourself?

Would you please
listen to each other?

I mean, talk about channeling your free-floating
anxiety into somebody else's space.

Face it. You're scared.
I'm scared.

I mean, in a trip like this, it would take
a really extended human being not to be.

Ah, here you all are!
Murphy, Laura and...

- Annie.
- Yes, of course.

Wonderful news.
La Guerre est finie.

- The war is over?
- What war is that?

- Are you suggesting...
- The airline's been called, the wardrobe selected.

By this time tomorrow,
it's croissants on the Concorde.

Don't tell me.
You solved the case.

- Precisely.
- The ghost?

Don't be absurd. The murderer's
of mortal flesh, speaking of which...

You wouldn't happen to have any evidence
to back that up, would you?

The kind of evidence
you slaver for, Murphy.

Solid, concrete and irrefutable.

I'll leave detailed notes on my modus operandi
for you to study...

while Laura and I
are absent from the office.

- Care to share the details with us?
- All in good time.

For the moment,
I've informed Dean Winfield.

The police have put out an A.P.B.

That's law enforcement jargon
for an all points bulletin.

Soon the culprit shall be safely
tucked away in a cell...

while we are safely
tucked away in...

Laura, there is work to be done,
and I do believe I'm going to be ill.

- [Door Slams]
- [Chuckles]

Not even Murphy's good humor
can deprive me of this moment.

Well, enjoy it while you can. Those
moments have a habit of running out.

Not this time.
But we'll see.

It's your shoe leather
to waste as you see fit.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

- [Clears Throat]
- You must be Remington Steele.

Yes, I, uh...
I really believe I am.

Did you know that you radiate
a very powerful energy?

One hears rumors.

Wow. I could really
use some of that.

- Would you mind?
- Would I mind what?

A quick transfer of auras through
the total union of our bodies and spirits.

Uh, well, unfortunately,
I have to go to Paris shortly.

Oh... bummer.
[Sighs]

So did you really find out
who killed Dan and Hector?

Oh, how thoughtless of me. You must be
distraught. Let me reassure you.

I discovered this name tag
at the scene of the crime...

revealing the name of our killer.

- Tom Donovan?
- Mm-hmm. Tom Donovan.

He's been dead for 10 years.

Dead? Are you sure?

Do they know that?

You so much as breathe funny,
and I'll use this. Understand?

- Please, don't shoot. Don't...
- Don't turn around.

- Put your hands where I can see 'em.
- Okay. Okay.

- Who are you?
- Charles Ryder.

I want to know why you're breaking into
my car, and I want to know now!

Because before
I became Charles Ryder...

I was Nat Shavers.

Nat Shavers? Not...

The Nat Shavers.

But, Nat, all that great hair.

- What happened?
- I sold it.

What do you think happened?

It went the way of the sit-in,
the peace sign and Janis Joplin.

[Whistles]
Oh, believe me.

The life of an underground fugitive may read
great, but it's murder on a peptic ulcer.

By '75, I knew more
federal agents than Hoover did.

But it was rumored you'd hooked up
with the international underground.

Reports of you
in Munich, Belfast, Rome.

Do you have any idea what it
costs to get to Italy? Even then?

And the times I could
hook up with some contact...

all they wanted me for was to smuggle
them stereos and blue jeans.

All right, I liked being a legend.
You know, who wouldn't?

But you can't eat
press clippings, you know?

So you changed your name
and dropped back in?

Hey, it was painfully easy. You wanna go
unnoticed in this society, just act productive.

And, uh, now?

I sell time for an ad agency
in San Fernando.

My wife makes me write
all her P.T.A. Speeches.

My kids think "Hell, no, we won't go"
is what you say at bedtime.

I thought it might be fun
to ride up here for the weekend...

stay in the background
and see what's become of us.

But after what happened
in Dan's room...

Don't tell me you saw
Donovan's ghost too?

I don't know what I saw, but it's got me
popping tranquilizers like peanuts.

What do you remember the night
you broke into the R.O.T.C. Building?

[Nat] I remember I'd planned
my moves out very carefully...

going over it again and again in my mind
until I could do it almost automatically.

Once inside, we split up
on the third floor.

Tom and Lynette
went up to the roof...

and I hustled myself into
the R.O. T.C. Commander's office...

Iooking for some embarrassing documents
we could publish in the underground paper.

I thought I'd found something when
Tom sent Lynette down to me.

She told me the bomb was nearly set...

but that the campus security was onto us
and were already in the building.

So we had to get the hell out of there.

I thought Tom would be
right behind us, but...

- He wasn't.
- A bomb?

But I though Tom
was using fireworks.

He just said that to get Annie,
Dan and Hector to go along with it.

The fact is, he wanted to blow
the roof right off the building.

- No.
- I'm sorry, Annie.

It wasn't supposed
to happen like that.

But according to my definition of reality,
this shouldn't be happening either.

- Nat, come with me.
- Where are we going?

You're gonna introduce me
to this ghost.

[Clears Throat]

Well, well, well. I thought you'd be
on your way to Paris by now.

Oh, well, the murderer appeared to be
more elusive than I anticipated. Who's...

- That's Nat Shavers.
- The Nat Shavers?

And here's your ghost.
The whole room was rigged.

I don't know where it was set off,
but there's a master switch somewhere.

I knew I kept you on the payroll
for a good reason.

- What's that?
- A clue, no doubt.

- Well, let me see it.
- Find your own evidence.

- This isn't over yet.
- [Laughing]

No, I've never been to Nepal.

I hitchhiked there from Kansas City.

- But isn't... isn't there a...
- An ocean.

Yeah. I took a freighter.

You know, I saw the most amazing
tattoos on that trip. Wow.

You really get around,
don't you?

Just since college.

Not that St. Amelia's School for Girls
wasn't a good place to get started...

but it was like everything that
happened to me those four years...

was trying to tell me
something, and I listened.

I know that was
just a phase for most...

but I figured, you know,
what did I have to lose really?

So I let Lou Andreas
introduce me to my body.

I gave peace a real chance...

and I tried everything
that looked interesting.

- And?
- And I still haven't run out of things yet.

- [Laughing]
- And you?

Oh, I was just finishing
high school then...

[Clattering]

[Gasps]

- I'd choose the same.
- Stop him!

- Let's split up, quick.
- Come on.

Laura, did you get
a good look at him?

Laura?

Laura?

Laura!

Laura?

Laura? Steele!

[Sighs]
I must really be scared.

- Why?
- I'm actually calling for him.

- [Steele] Laura.
- Keep coming. I'm right below you.

- Is Murphy behind you?
- I don't think so.

I noticed one of the panels
on that kiosk was off just a bit...

but it snapped shut
after I got in.

- How'd you find it?
- Huh? The Third Man.

London Films, 1949.

Orson Welles disappeared in the sewers
of Vienna through something like it.

There must be a whole network of them
underneath the campus.

Yeah, a clumsy ghost
could be rather effective...

using these to make
a sudden appearance.

There's probably a passageway
that leads up into the R.O.T.C. Building.

Yes, no need to tamper
with locks, alarms or even guards.

[Sighs]
After you.

You won't regret
giving me a head start?

- I'll risk it.
- Yeah. Okay.

- Ah, damn!
- What's wrong?

- I'm stuck.
- Hold still. Hold still. I'll give you a hand.

Oh, um, put your arms around me.

Oh, how long I've waited
for you to say that.

Just do it. Up.

[Both Grunting]

- I think I've got it.
- So long as we seem to be tete-a-tete...

what say we cancel our bet
and simply award one another the prizes?

You mean you'd willingly tell me
one year of your life?

For a weekend with you?
Gladly.

An interesting offer,
but I've so enjoyed the competition.

Has it really been one for you?

More than I expected.

You were the first
to find the ghost.

Ah. Well, that alone
ought to be... worth something.

Where else have I gone right?

I'm not sure it would be safe
for me to say right now.

[Thumping]

There's someone up ahead there.

There's always someone up ahead.

I say let them make their own bets.

- Come on. Come on. Come on.
- [Groans]

- [Gunshots]
- [Gasps]

I was never crazy
about that lighter myself.

[Screams]

[Stammers]

Did someone
just come through here?

Are you sure?
We must have taken a wrong turn.

That's one way of looking
at it, I suppose.

Uh, as you were, ladies. Yes.

Come here.

Well, who have we here?

Lynette Mercer.

Come on.

I left the country
right after graduation...

trying to get
as far away as I could.

I finally ended up
in the Hindu Kush...

living with the Koreish katurs.

They had a wisdom
I'd never encountered before.

I thought I'd renewed myself.

But it was time
for me to come home...

to test myself...

to see if I could live with the past.

I wired some friends for airfare
and returned several months ago.

Well, perhaps you'd better tell us
about what happened that night.

[Lynette]
It happened after Nat left us.

Tom had the explosives with him.

He and I were supposed to go
up on the roof...

and get them ready
with an automatic timer.

Instead, Tom took me
into one of the offices...

and I realized he'd brought a lot more
explosives than we'd talked about.

But before I could even ask, he began
telling me what he meant to do.

Tom had set them up...
Annie, Hector and Nat.

He was gonna set off a bomb
inside the building...

and make them martyrs
to the revolution.

I couldn't believe
how stupid I'd been.

I loved him. I followed him.
I trusted him.

But I hadn't noticed that he'd become
more fanatic with each new adventure.

I thought about running
to warn the others...

but they all worshipped him so
I was afraid they wouldn't believe me.

And I knew even ifhe
didn't succeed that night...

he would've tried again...
another building...

another set of victims
to his personal cause.

I reset the timer for five minutes
and ran out of the room.

I told the others that campus
security was in the building...

and that Tom wanted all of us out.

It was as simple as that.

And so, obsessed with your guilt,
you returned to this country...

and proceeded to terrify and punish the people
who caused you to murder the man you loved.

What are you talking about?

Dan, Hector and the apparition
you assumed to kill them.

- I didn't kill Dan and Hector.
- Hmm.

I suppose you didn't take a shot
at Miss Holt and me either.

- That's right. I didn't.
- Then what were you doing in the tunnels?

Hiding. When I arrived here
and learned that Dan had been killed...

I thought the killer must've
really have been after me.

Tom told me about the tunnels after he
and his kid sister discovered them...

so I went down there hoping I could
find out who it was before they found me.

There's a hole in your story
somewhere. There has to be.

Miss Holt, if you
would kindly do the honors.

There's no hole.
Before now...

no one knew what
she had done to Tom...

so she'd have no motive
for killing them.

- Then who's the murderer?
- I don't know.

[Sighs]

These, uh, Koreish katurs
you joined... Austere people?

Very. They live in the mountains
of Afghanistan.

And I suppose you have to give up
all worldly possessions...

jewelry, that kind of thing?

Why would I want to wear
ridiculous, sexist ornamentation?

Why indeed? Pity.

- What was that?
- I said...

Paris seems a long way off
at the moment.

[Chattering In French]

It must be here.
We just can't see it.

Someone with a motive
and access to everything.

Murphy, have a look at this.

- This is Tom Donovan's jacket.
- I don't get it.

Why would she have
the same picture?

- [Gasps]
- She's his sister!

And then I will make a few remarks.
There'll be applause, applause, applause.

And then I will crown...

our homecoming queen.

- It's her!
- It's her!

[Screams]

- The earring!
- The sister.

- The sister?
- Not just his sister.

Tom practically raised me
when my parents split up.

He was everything I had in the world,
and they murdered him.

So you decided to return the favor.

I'm sorry I didn't get them all.

Spoken like a true ghost.
Come on.

You could say
she really was his ghost.

Tom's original plan
was to see them all killed.

Without knowing it,
she was after the same thing.

Changed her name,
went to the same school...

waited for their reunion
to have her due.

How do you suppose
a delicate creature like that...

managed to drag
all those bodies around?

I have no idea. But you know
what they say about a woman obsessed.

Hell hath no fury like...

No, that's a woman
scorned, isn't it?

Or a woman defeated, perhaps?

Defeated? Surely
you're not suggesting...

As I reconstruct
the events in my mind...

I was the first to actually
identify the murderer.

Ah, but we found her at the same time,
thus making our little wager...

- A draw?
- Afraid so.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
[Sighs]

And I knew you had your heart set
on learning a bit of my colorful past...

not to mention a weekend in Paris.

Some other time, perhaps?

Yes, but we worked so
diligently, so tirelessly...

two sleuths hurling
themselves into the unknown...

desperately seeking to find
the truth behind a baffling mystery.

- Are you building up to something?
- A compromise.

Six months of my life
for one night of yours.

Your ancestral ghost?

If it is, uh, good show, old boy.

[Mews]

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