All language subtitles for Remington Steele s02e21 Hounded Steele.eng

Where's Mildred?

- Cheese it!
-[ Gunshot ]

What could be so important
about a dog...

that somebody would kidnap it,
then shoot to keep it?

[ Muffled Shouts ]

- What does he want?
- TheJennings Diamond.

If I don't get it to him
by 1 0:00, he'll kill Mildred.

Once more into the breach!

[ Grunting ]

What do you say
to that, eh?

- Put it back.
- Huh?

It's a setup.

" Sleepy Rest,'' huh?
It looks about as restful as a split lip.

- Okay, lady.
- You wait for me, amigo.

- Capisce?
- Okay, lady.

- [ Dog Barking ]
- Oh.

[ Barking Continues ]

Ooh.

Shh!

[ Mutters ]
Ow! Ooh!

Ow.!

Oh, good!

Okay. Okay, sweetheart,
we got you.

Goody, goody.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait. Okay, here we go.
Okay.

- [ Lock Clicking ]
- [ Gasps ]

- Cheese it!
- [ Barks ]

- [ Muttering ]
- [ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshots ]

I told you to wait!

I'll have your green card
for this!

[ Chuckling ]

Ah, morning, Mildred!

Newspaper.

Intolerable.

[ Coughs ]

[ Coughs ]
Laura!

- No, I'm afraid I can't help you with that either.
- Laura.!

Sir-Sir, I don't know whether
the steno pads we ordered...

are canary yellow
or wintermint green.

Look,you'll just have to
call back later about all this.

Yes, well, I'm sorry!
Good-bye!

- Have you tried this?
- I made it. I don't have to drink it.

It's like a hot cup of the Thames.
Where's Mildred?

- Question of the hour.
- The newspaper wasn't on my desk.

The coffee is toxic. My morning calm
has been shattered- utterly shattered.

Bear up, Mr. Steele. This is
the first time Mildred has been late.

I'm sure she'll be here soon
to restore order to our universe.

Shh, shh, shh.

Wait, wait, wait.

Hmm. No answer
from her apartment.

- She must be on her way.
- [ Knocking ]

- You see?
- Yoo-hoo.! Anybody home?

- Oh. I have a 9:00 with Mr. Steele.
- Oh.

- Uh, Mrs. Claireborne?
- That's right.

Oh. I'm Laura Holt,
Mr. Steele's associate.

You remember, Mr. Steele.
Mrs. Claireborne...

is the lady who asked us to locate
her former classmates for a reunion.

Elmhurst Finishing School,
Class of'47.

Oh, yes, of course.
Delighted, Mrs. Claireborne.

- I have you down for 1 0:00.
- Yes, I know. I changed it on Friday.

Surely, your secretary
told you?

We've had a bit of a mix-up
this morning.

Would you mind taking a seat
out here for a few minutes?

Uh, I'm looking
for a Mildred Krebs.

- Who isn't?
- [ Phone Rings ]

Hello?
Remington Steele Investigations.

- Where do you want it, ma'am?
- I don't know. Anywhere.

No, I was talking to somebody else.
What were you saying?

Tell me, Mrs. Claireborne,
would an accomplished woman like yourself...

know how to make
a potable cup of coffee?

Oh, well, I sometimes
make it on Maria's day off.

My husband doesn't complain
too much. Is that what you mean?

Mm-hmm. Excellent.
Follow me. This way.

Call back this afternoon
and ask for a Mildred Krebs.

Yes. K-R-E-B- B-S.

Yes. This afternoon.

I don't know anything about it.
Thank you.

[ Sighs ]

- Planning a nursery, are we?
- What else can go wrong this morning?

- Come on, girls. This is it.
- You had to ask, didn't you?

- Is Mildred Krebs in?
- Not yet. May we help you?

- We're the Dragon Ladies.
- Oh.

- Mildred's bowling team.
- Of course.

That's Hazel, Esther,
and I'm Rose.

- Hi.
- Uh-huh.

And what do you want?

Plant lady.
Monday and Thursday.

Oh, right. Yeah.
Sorry. Go ahead.

What can we do
for you ladies, huh?

- We're looking for Mildred.
- She missed practice last night.

She's never done that before,
and semifinals are tonight.

I tried reaching her
until midnight, but no luck...

so we thought she might be off
on another hush-hush assignment.

- Mildred?
- I told you, girls. They can't talk about it.

- [ Laura ] Talk about what?
- It's okay, honey. We understand.

[ Rose ] Mildred's told us
the kind of work that she does.

The intrigue,
the danger.

I didn't think you could talk about it
if your top op was on a case.

Top op?

- Mr. Steele.
- Would you excuse us for a moment, ladies?

Regardless of whatever tall stories
Mildred had been spinning, I'm worried.

Yes. That isn't like her
at all, is it?

- E-Excuse me.
- Oh, sorry.

I have a key Mildred gave me to her
apartment in case of an emergency.

I suggest we use it.

- Excuse me.
- Sorry.

Uh- I'll-

Ah, ladies, I don't think
Miss Krebs is in any sort of trouble...

but Miss Holt and I
are gonna make sure.

If you would like
to check back later-

- We can wait.
- She's the rock of our team.

We don't stand a chance
without her tonight.

- Suit yourselves.
- Here you are, Mr. Steele.

Ah, Mrs. Claireborne, would you be an
angel and watch the phones for a moment?

- Miss Holt and I will be right back.
- Oh, yes, I suppose so.

[ Steele ]
Splendid. You're a godsend. Toodle-oo.

Uh-

[ Tapping Keypad ]

[ Rings ]

- Yes?
- Who is this?

Susan Claireborne.
Who is this?

[ Tapping Keypad ]

[ Line Ringing ]

- Yes?
- I'm calling Remington Steele Investigations.

This is Remington Steele Investigations.
Susan Claireborne speaking.

Forty-five minutes late
and already they replaced me?

- Pardon?
- Put Mr. Steele on the phone.

- I'm afraid Mr. Steele isn't here.
- Then give me Miss Holt.

- She's not here either.
- [ Growling ]

You'll have to speak up.

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

[ Scoffs ]
Young people today.

The bed's made.

Everything's neat as a pin.

- No question where Mildred
feeds her overactive imagination. - Oh!

Have a look at this.

Besides us, it seems
the Dragon Ladies are all she has.

Odd.

I never really thought about
what Mildred does outside the office.

Neither have I.

It must get pretty lonely
for her.

Divorced, no children.

Just a sister
living in Seattle.

Makes it easy to understand
why she might exaggerate to her friends.

- Add a little color to her life.
- And theirs too, obviously.

Oh, I hope nothing's happen-

[ Huffs ]

Ah, Mr. Steele, Miss Holt,
this is Kevin Masters.

- Hello.
- How do you do? I'm just here to get my dog.

- Excuse me?
- You must be Shirley's friend.

- That's right.
- Who's Shirley?

There he is!
Good boy!

- [ Barks ]
- Yeah!

- Good boy.!
- Mildred!

Mr. Steele, Miss Holt,
I'm sorry I'm late.

- [ Gasps ]
- Oh!

Oh!

This man was shooting,
and I couldn't get away.

Rest, Mildred.

- We'll talk later.
- Okay.

- How is she?
- Fine.

- She just needs some rest.
- [ Dog Barks ]

[ Chuckles ]
He must like you, Mr. Steele.

[ Growling ]

- Bad dog.
- [ Growling Continues ]

I'm sorry, Mr. Steele. I guess
he's just excited by all the attention.

Mmm. Perfectly understandable.

Mr. Masters, do you think
you could fill us in...

on just what you and your dog
are doing here?

Oh, I can explain.
Shirley gave me a jingle...

so I rang up Mildred,
and Mildred buzzed Shirley.

- Who's Shirley?
- I am. Shirley Mellish is the name.

Aw, look it.!
There's a good fella.!

Hello, Mr. Masters.
I see you made it all right.

- You Steele?
- Me Steele.

Miss Mellish, do you think we might have
a word with you?

Sure.
[ Chuckles ]

Oh, boy.Jungle.

- Straight through. Do sit down, please.
- Thank you.

In matters of this nature,
Ifind it advisable for subjects...

to focus on the initial stages
of their narrative...

and then to proceed
chronologically.

- What'd he say?
- He means start at the beginning.

Ah, gotcha.

Mr. Masters drops off
his pooch on Sunday, like always.

I groom dogs, see? I wash 'em,
clip 'em, whatever they need.

I take care of his dog, and I put him out
in the back, when I hear something.

I run out, and there's this guy
making off with the dog.

So I chase the creep,
but he hops in his car and drives off.

Not being a dimwit, I copied down
the license plate number.

- But now I have a problem.
- Why didn't you simply call the police?

See, I run the business out of my home
for the last 1 5 years now.

You know, nice and simple,
no formalities.

- And no business license.
- On the nose, honey.

So I don't think the boys in blue
would take too kindly to that.

I think you're right.
But why did you call Mildred?

I didn't call her.
I called Hazel.

Hazel called Mildred.
Mildred called me.

- Right. Go on.
- So Mildred says no problem.

She'll have the dog back
at noon today. And so she does.

End of story.

- Thank you, Mrs. Mellish.
- Sure.

[ Laughs ]

Mm-hmm.

It isn't enough that I have to
cover for you as a detective.

Now I have Mildred
to worry about.

I suppose we ought to have a little chat
with her about misrepresentation.

Yes. Why don't you talk to her
about it, being an expert in the subject?

Come, now. Calm down.
After all, she did get the dog back.

You're missing the point.

Obviously, she used my confidential
sources to trace that license plate.

Personally, I find that offensive,
and professionally, it's fraudulent.

Real detectives lose their licenses
for things like that.

Perhaps you're
missing the point.

Regardless of any improprieties, it appears
that Mildred has had a harrowing time...

and for reasons which
are presently obscure at best.

You're right.
First things first.

What could be so important
about a dog...

that somebody would kidnap it,
then shoot to keep it?

- Come here, fella! Come on!
- [ Growling ]

- Laura, let's not be hasty.
- [ Growling Continues ]

I'm Kevin Masters.

It was my dog you recovered.

I just heard the whole story,
and, well, I wanted to say thank you.

Oh, it was nothing.

Well, I'd better
let you get back to sleep.

No, that's okay.
[ Chuckles ]

You can keep me up a little longer.
[ Chuckling ]

I thought you got along
with dogs.

I do. Dogs love me. I love dogs.
That is obviously not a dog.

It's some other animal
masquerading as a dog.

I see.

Wait a minute.
Look at this.

- [ Barks ]
- [ Gasps ]

Am I imagining things,
or are these real diamonds?

Well, they do appear
to be authentic enough.

- [ Growling ]
- [ Knocks ]

Excuse me.
There's a gentleman here to see you.

Tell him to wait outside.
We're very busy.

The gentleman is very insistent.
In fact, he has a gun!

- [ Screams ]
- Give me that.

Not that.! That!

[ Whimpers ]

Hey, that's my dog!

Ooh!

- Ooh!
- Aah!

[ Groans ]

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Eleven flights, Laura.

You're right. He'll be in Poughkeepsie
by the time we get down the stairs.

- Are you okay?
- Are you all right?

Grooming charges are on the house
this week, Mr. Masters.

- Did you catch him?
- No.

May we have a word
with you, Mr. Masters?

Through here.
Excuse me.

Oops.
This one's taken.

Would you mind telling me
what makes your dog so popular?

I don't know.
I'm as baffled as you are.

Come, now.
Dognappings at gunpoint...

are hardly an everyday occurrence,
even in Los Angeles.

- What about this, Mr. Masters?
- His collar.

Mm-hmm. What are real diamonds
doing on a dog collar, Mr. Masters?

That dog is all I have
in the world.

He and I go back a long way.

I, uh- I don't have anyone to spoil,
so I'm afraid I spoil him.

But why would somebody
take the dog and not the collar?

I don't know, but I'll pay you
anything to get him back.

Here. Take the collar
as collateral.

That won't be necessary.

We'll see what we can do,
Mr. Masters.

So I took buses, cabs, anything
to get away from the man.

I have been to places in the last 2 4 hours
that I never knew existed-

- West Covina, Azusa.
- [ Chuckles ]

- Do you know there's a place
called City of Industry? - [ Chuckles ]

- Go on, Mildred.
- There's not much more to tell.

I thought I finally gave him the slip,
but I guess not.

Perhaps we'd better start
at the place where you found the dog.

The address is in my purse.

I called your friend Alan
at the D.M.V. to trace the car...

and it was a rental
from Johnson Leasing.

So I called them
and got a local address.

- You're not mad at me, are you?
- We'll talk about it later.

For the moment, we're just glad
you're all right, okay?

I didn't think it would
turn out like this.

When Hazel called,
it seemed so minor.

A stolen dog,
for crying out loud.

And, well, I'd been telling
them all for a while now...

that, uh- that I'm more
than a secretary.

- I couldn't say no.
- But you're very important to us as you are, Mildred.

Perhaps you haven't realized
this, but...

you're very much appreciated
around here, really.

Well, maybe.

Sometimes.

But you two...

you're so young.

You're admired.
Your lives are important.

And I don't even pretend
to understand your relationship.

But you do seem
to have each other.

And, sometimes, well-

Sometimes it's hard for me.

I'm just an old bureaucrat with
a busted marriage and fading memories.

- Mildred.
- Come on. Come-

Here you go, Mildred.
Here. Come here.

I mean-

Sometimes, I don't know, I-

I just wanna feel
important too.

Yes! And they've asked me
to stay on the rest of the day.

I mean, can you imagine,
Carol? Me working?

Actually, it's not nearly as unpleasant
as I'd always imagined it was.

[ Chattering ]

- Here she is.
- Ah, Miss Krebs, the ladies will see you home now.

Do you want me to make
that court appearance for you...

on the Williamson matter,
Miss Krebs?

Oh, certainly, Miss Holt...

and extend my apologies
to the judge.

I'vejust reviewed
the Rothenberg dossier, Miss Krebs.

First-rate, as always.

Anything else we need
to know about in your absence?

I think you've been
brought up to date...

but keep me advised of any developments
in the Masters case.

- You got it.
- And Mr. Steele?

Don't you think we should
do something about these plants?

- Right away.
- Good.

- Come on, girls. Let's take the limo.
- Good-bye.

- Good-bye.
- Bye-bye. Bye-bye. Bye.

You know, Laura,
I hadn't realized until this moment...

just how frustrating it must be
for you to pretend...

- that I'm the head of this agency.
- It's about time.

For over a year now, you've had to
put up with countless charades...

and indignities of the sort that I've
just experienced for a brief moment...

and yet found quite demeaning,
even at that.

Mmm. It's truly remarkable
the way you've been able...

to keep your emotions in check while
I take the glory for all your efforts.

Mmm. Truly remarkable, yes.
[ Clicks Tongue ]

Keep up the good work.

Number four.John Smith.

That's not an alias,
you suppose?

[ Gunshots ]

[ Barking ]

[ Barking Continues ]

[ Car Engine Starting ]

[ Growling ]

[ Barking ]

It's the man
from Mildred's apartment.

Here we are.

- Oh, my.
- What is it?

Jonathan Hemmings,
Interpol.

Oh, my!

I didn't know
you had a dog, Laura.

He belongs to Mr. Steele.
Mr. Steele just loves dogs.

Mmm. You say you knew
this Hemmings, Lieutenant?

Came to the office.
That was about it.

He said he was trying to find a former
Interpol man, name of Anatole Blaylock.

Seems this Blaylock is still going around
using Interpol credentials and contacts.

Any idea why?

- Thanks, Tom.
- Sure.

I'll bet Blaylock is the one
we're after.

It would explain what Hemmings
was doing at Mildred's apartment.

He saw Blaylock chasing Mildred,
picked up on her identity somehow...

and decided to check her out.

Laura, this case just became
extremely interesting.

Several years ago, Interpol
put Anatole Blaylock in charge...

of apprehending a brilliant
thief known as "Le Renard. ''

- The Fox.
- Mm-hmm.

Blaylock failed utterly,
so Interpol had him cashiered out.

Apparently Blaylock
became unhinged by it all.

How do you know so much
about Blaylock anyway?

Mmm.

Because for a while,
Interpol thought I was the Fox.

- Were you?
- There were times I wished I was.

- Good cookies.
- They'rejust chocolate chip.

- The recipe's on the package.
- But some people put nuts in 'em.

- Right.
- I don't like 'em with nuts.

Me either.
That's why I didn't put them in.

Here I am,
prattling on about myself...

and I don't know anything
about you, Kevin.

Not much to tell, Mildred.
I'm retired.

Nowadays, I mostly take walks
with my faithful companion.

- Your wife?
- My dog.

Oh!

- I love the little guy.
- [ Knocking ]

[ Hazel ]
Yoo-hoo.! Milly, it's us.!

Well, I should be going.

Oh, uh-

Maybe I'll drop around tomorrow,
if you'll be around, that is.

I'll be here.

Good day, ladies.

[ Wolf Whistle ]

He's just a friend.

[ Steele ]
Stay.!

Stay!

When I say " Stay,''
you bloody well stay, damn it!

- Wonderful technique.
- I'm close to a breakthrough.

- [ Barks ]
- I can sense it. Ah! Laura, observe.

[ Sighs ]

[ High-pitched Voice ]
Sit! Sit-

[ Lower Pitch ]
Stand! Stand.

[ Higher Pitch ]
Walkies! Walkies!

- [ Laughs ]
- [ Chuckling ]

- Mr. Steele-
- Huh?

[ Clears Throat ]

It sickens me to think that you and Old Yeller
are members of the same animal family. Get!

- These scrapbooks are amazing.
- Mm-hmm.

- Sort of a catalog of classic burglaries in our time.
- Mm-hmm.

Some children collect comic books.
Others collect baseball cards.

You collected larcenies.

There's quite a lot here
about le Renard.

Gentleman thief.
Only stole from the very rich.

Never used weapons,
never caught.

- He dropped out of sight several years ago.
- Here you go.

This is the collar
that was around the dog.

- You mean, Kevin Masters?
- Le Renard?

I don't believe it.
We have a master criminal for a client.

Makes for a nice
change of pace, eh?

Let's be serious
for a moment.

Some of these articles mention
an alleged accomplice, Doolittle.

- [ Barks ]
- He was never identified either.

- Irish, isn't it? Doolittle?
- [ Barks ]

- I suppose so.
- Listen. Doolittle.

- [ Barks ]
- Will you be quiet, please!

- I'm trying to listen.
- No, don't you see?

- Doolittle.!
- [ Barks ]

[ Clears Throat ]
Doolittle.

[ Laura ] I would have thought a master thief
would have grander digs.

[ Doorbell Rings ]

- You found him! Come in, come in!
- [ Barking ]

Well, hello there, boy!
How are you? [ Laughs ]

- Doolittle's a good dog, isn't he?
- Yes, he's a fine-

- Did I tell you his name?
- You know...

I'm told that one of the great
frustrations of being a master criminal...

is the inability to take credit
for one's own craft.

Take, uh, Le Renard,
for instance...

who pulled off such remarkablejobs
as the Macedonian Chalice...

the Hapsburg Triptych,
the Panther's Eye Ruby of Simba.

What restraint he must have...

not to throw open the shutters
to the world and shout, " I did it!''

You must love that dog
an awful lot...

to give him a collar that could
put you away, Mr. Masters.

Does Miss Krebs know?

Please, come on in.
Sit down.

[ Clears Throat ]

Well, what's this all about?

Um, Anatole Blaylock.

- Blaylock?
- Mm-hmm.

Cruel chap.

But not too quick, thank God.
[ Chuckles ]

I thought he quit
searching for me years ago.

Why are you looking at me
like that, Miss Holt?

I'm finding it hard to believe
that you're a famous cat burglar.

Dog burglar, actually.

I never cared for cats.
They're haughty creatures.

But Doolittle here and his forebearers,
they've been a great help to me.

Haven't you?
[ Laughing ]

You mustn't judge me
too harshly, Miss Holt.

I'm a man whose talents
put him outside the law.

Actually, I learned my trade
working for Uncle Sam during the war-

undercover operations
in Europe.

When the war was over,
I stayed on in England.

- What happened to all the money?
- You mean this?

I spent it when I had it.
No regrets.

This place suits me fine.

Nice neighborhood,
pretty quiet.

Gardening's my hobby now.
Must be the English influence.

You Brits really love
your gardens, don't you?

Well, I, uh-

I guess you have to
turn me in now, right?

For what? Hmm?

The statute of limitations on the
Kronenbourg Necklace ran out years ago.

I don't see any evidence
of wrongdoing in our bailiwick.

- That's mighty nice of you.
- Let's just say I have...

a soft spot for charming men
with mysterious pasts.

- But we do have a problem to solve.
- Blaylock.

What do you think he wanted
with Doolittle?

I don't know.
But whatever he's after...

I don't think he'll stop now.

[ Whistling ]

[ Muffled Shouting ]

You are going to make
a little call for me, Miss Krebs.

What makes you think
I'll do that, Blaylock?

Hello, Mildred?

Are you-

Yes, I get the point,
Blaylock.

- 1 0:00.
- He has Mildred.

- What does he want?
- TheJennings Diamond.

If I don't get it to him by 1 0:00,
he'll kill Mildred.

[ Laughs ] So that's what he's after, eh?
He wants you to steal for him.

And he was using Doolittle as leverage,
but now he has Mildred instead.

He must've tailed me,
seen I'd taken a liking to her.

- Mmm. How does she sound?
- Scared.

We'd better call the police.

No. Blaylock's already killed once today.
I believe he'll do it again if provoked.

Well, I better get ready
to come out of retirement.

With all due respect,
not even you can pull this one off.

Even if you do get into
the Gem Exchange Building...

the diamond's in a case
with a unique alarm system.

Disturb the glass in any way,
and you set the bloody thing off.

- I don't have much choice, do I?
- But it's impossible.

I know for a fact it isn't.

I may not have the tools
anymore, folks...

but a retiree's got to
keep his mind active.

See, I spend months working up a tough
heist- all in my head, of course-

and when I've solved it,
I move on to another.

TheJennings Diamond
was one of my... assignments.

- Fantastic.
- I'll need some help though.

Well, it would be an honor...

to assist someone
as gifted as, uh, Le Renard.

[ Blowing ]

Come on.

Okay, boy,
we're back in business.

Here, you take him.

By the way, what are we going to do
after we steal the diamond?

Well, he'll cleverly trap Blaylock
into a web of his own devising.

Any idea how?

One thing at a time, Laura.
One thing at a time, please. Come on.

Once more into the breach!

[ Grunting ]

- Are you all right?
- Fine.

A little grease on my glove.
That's all.

- May I?
- [ Chuckles ]

A bit chilly.

Pull out 1 42.

Punch up 765.

Put this in.

They must be
well into it by now.

What gives you the right to make
another man steal for you?

What gives me the right?
That man destroyed my life.

Do you know what it's like to have
your name dragged through the mud?

To have your colleagues shun you?
To be the butt...

of newspaper reporters
and their stupid little columns?

- Huh?
- [ Tapping Keypad ]

I was a good investigator.
I deserve better.

- But-
- Shh!

Yes, Sergeant? This is Inspector
Anatole Blaylock of Interpol.

It might interest you to know
I've uncovered a plot...

to steal
theJennings Diamond tonight.

That's right.
The Gem Exchange Building.

Yes. I thought your department
might want to share credit.

- I'll meet you there.
- I thought you wanted Kevin to steal for you.

Do you think money can pay
for the humiliation I've suffered?

No. Tonight, when I
announce to the world...

that Blaylock, the bumbler,
the scapegoat...

has unmasked the greatest thief
of our time-

caught him in the act,
as it were-

I shall have what I've lived for
these past five years- my vindication.

You'll never make it stick,
Blaylock.

- Oh, no?
- Oh, no.

Kevin will tell the police
you forced him into it.

Ah.

But he'll need you
to back him up.

And you don't think I'll talk?

I will sing a song
that will put you-

On the other hand,
what business is it of mine?

I mean,
I hardly know the guy.

No, I wouldn't talk.
No skin off my nose.

[ Mouths Word ]

- Get your coat.
- [ Knocking ]

- [ Hazel ] Milly, it's us.!
- Don't answer it.

- I have to. It's my bowling team.
- Get rid of them.

- But-
- Unless you want your friends to join you.

[ Knocking ]

- Come on, girl.
- You girls run on ahead without me.

A little emergency
came up at the office.

- I'll get there by myself.
- But Mildred-

Do me a favor on the way over.
Pick up my bowling ball, would you?

It's at the Claremore Shop
on Vermont.

- What?
- The Claremore Shop?

On Vermont.

Get your coat.

[ Groaning, Shouting ]

- My ankle.
- How bad? Huh?

Bad enough to keep me here.

[ Sighs ]
Well, that's it then.

No, it isn't.
Doolittle's all you need from here.

Oh, no. I'm not taking
him without you.

Tell that to Miss Krebs. Look,
I've explained the voice commands.

He'll obey you.
You're in good hands, believe me.

- [ Growls ]
- [ Growls ]

Come on.

[ Laura ]
Come on, Doolittle. Come on.

How are we going to get
Masters out of here?

One thing at a time, Laura.
This way, Doolittle.

Okay, Doolittle, fetch.

- Fetch. Go on.
- Go on.

Slide.

Crawl.Jump.

[ Laughs ]

Pick it up.

Okay, Doolittle, home.

Crawl. Crawl.

Jump.! Slide.!

- Come on, Doolittle. Bring it back.
- Come on, Doolittle.

- There's a good boy.
- Come on, sweetheart.

Come on, Doolittle,
you bloody twit.

- [ Laura ] Swell.!
- Come on. Heel.

Laura. Laura.

Come here, Doolittle.
Come on.

- Bring it back!
- [ High-pitched Voice ] Walkies!

Come on.

- [ Mutters ]
- [ Laughing ]

You're an inspiration
to us all, Mr. Steele.

Come here.
Give me your card.

Oh, thank you.
Good boy.

All right.

Okay. Go.

Diamond 1 to Diamond 2,
report. Over.

Diamond 2 to Diamond 1 ,
in position. Over.

Diamond 1 to Diamond 3,
report. Over.

Diamond 3 to Diamond 1 ,
in position. Over.

- Get up!
- [ Grunts ]

[ Screams ]

All right.
We're here-

the corner of Claremore
and Vermont.

All I see is the Gem Exchange.
Now what?

I still don't get it.

It's a clue, Hazel.

Mildred's a top operative.

She wouldn't have
sent us here without a reason.

We just have to
figure out what it is.

So, what do we do?

Reconnoiter, girls.
Reconnoiter.

Diamond One,
this is Diamond Three.

We have three female subjects
out front-

middle-aged, all wearing
what appear to be bowling shirts...

with " Dragon Ladies''
written on the back.

Please advise. Over.

Damn!

[ Hissing ]

What is Mildred's bowling team
doing down there?

Sorry. Can't talk right now.

Psst. Hey.

What do you say to that, eh?

- Put it back.
- Huh?

It's a setup.

You see, Officer,
there isn't any Claremore Shop...

so we interpreted that to mean
the corner of Claremore and Vermont.

- The question is, why-
- I'm sure you're right, but some other time.

- You don't understand.
- Take them away.

- Mildred wouldn't have told us
that if there wasn't- - [ Siren Wailing ]

Now what?

- Hey!
- Emergency call, sir.

- Hey, what's going on here?
- I don't know.

What are you doing here?

Some people got locked
in the building accidentally.

- An old man got a sprained ankle.
- What?

[ Barks ]

Everybody, up against the wall.
Come on. Come on.

There's a perfectly good
explanation for this.

- [ Officer ] Yeah, I'm sure there is.
- Congratulations, Officer.

- You've just arrested a world-famous thief.
- Who are you?

- What have you done with Mildred?
- Against the wall!

If you check that man's pockets, I'm
certain you'll find theJennings Diamond.

They're clean, Lieutenant.

- What's this all about?
- He has the diamond.

- He must.!
- This is the man you want!

He killed an Interpol agent!

- Will you listen to me?
- Arrest this man!

Doolittle, tango!

[ Barks, Growls ]

[ Shouting ]

Take him away.

Well, I suppose that dog
is good for something, after all.

Uh, Mr. Steele-

[ Laughing ]

- I think it's safe to say the Fox has finally retired.
- Mmm!

At least he won't have Blaylock
to worry about anymore.

According to the police,
his failure snapped him for good.

Mm-hmm. He just sits in his cell
repeating, "Le Renard, Le Renard. ''

- How can I ever thank you?
- How about picking up my dry-cleaning bill, eh?

Hello.

Mrs. Claireborne.

Thought you might need
a little more help today.

- No way,Jose.
- [ Phone Ringing ]

Remington Steele Investigations.
One moment, please.

- Good morning, everyone.
- I thought we might have lunch, Mildred.

Oh, great.
I only get an hour.

Yes? No, I'm afraid
that won't do.

When we order canary yellow pads,
we expect canary yellow pads.

Let me speak to your supervisor.

I thought you said she was
a very important part of this agency.

She is, Mrs. Claireborne.
She is.

[ Mews ]

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