All language subtitles for Remington Steele s01e06 Steele Belted.eng

- Did they take anything?
- How can you tell?

We mustn't let this put a damper
on the evening.

Why don't we- check the bedroom?
See if anything's missing in there?

I can see that all this has
made you a little tense.

Actually, I'm a little tense myself.

Why don't we both un-tense one another?

Then, when we're all nice and relaxed,
we can deal with this in a calm, and...

rational way.

SERVICES OF CHRISTIAN SCIENCES

Is Miss Holt in her office...?

Yes, yes, yes,
absolutely. Absolutely.

If you'll all just make yourself
comfortable in my office...

I shall be with you momentarily

This way. Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Love the hat. Thank you very much.

Wait five minutes, then tell them
I was summoned to an urgent meeting...

with the...
police commissioner.

No, no, no.
Buddy Shapiro disappeared two days ago.

He left no forwarding address.
But he hasn't tried to contact me...

Someone broke into my apartment...

No, stay where you are, Murphy.
What have you come up with so far?

Sounds promising... What I can hear of it.

Yeah, I have a lead on
where he might be staying.

I'm gonna follow it up as soon as I can
get rid of some of the clutter in the office,

- Thanks.
- My apartment was ransacked last night.

- Ransacked?
- As far as I can tell, nothing was taken...

And I have a very fine collection
of Pre-Columbian art...

not to mention an extensive collection
of impressionist paintings, in addition to...

We can skip the inventory.

The intruder was obviously searching for
a piece of information he thinks I have.

- You don't HAVE any information.
- HE doesn't know that.

Perhaps the files will give us
a clue to what he was after.

We're not working on anything
that requires ransacking

The sanctity of my home has
been violated.

Some pervert pranced through
my personal possessions.

Probably someone from your sordid past.
Or a jealous husband, perhaps.

If you'll excuse me,
I have to meet a client.

Ah. My apologies, But I've just been
summoned to an urgent meeting with...

The police commissioner.

Ah. Miss Wolfe will attend to
your needs until I return.

Fox.

Do you by any chance happen to have
a spare key to Laura's file cabinet?

- I seem to have misplaced mine.
- That's because you never HAD one.

- There's a call for you on six.
- Get a name and number.

He won't leave a name and number.

He's been calling every day
for the past two weeks

refuses to speak to anyone but you.

Not that you care,
but he's driving me bananas.

Thank you, Miss Wolfe.
You've done your usual bang up job.

- Steele here.
- Oh, thank God I reached you.

- Who is this?
- Waldo Church.

- Who?
- The man from last night.

Are you the one who went through
my apartment?

- No, of course not. That was Rubio.
- Who?

He was after the bill of sale.
But I still have it.

I can prove Shapiro's innocent.

- WHO?!
- He's trying to kill me, Mr. Steele.

- Shapiro?
- Rubio.

Where are you?

I'm in Eagle Rock. The Hotel Saracen.

Just a minute.

Hold on.

Miss Wolfe, do I have any pencils?

Thank you

Where?

- Mr. Shapiro's room, please
- I'm sorry...

but it's against hotel policy to
divulge the room numbers of our guests.

- Then could you get him on the phone?
- I'm sorry, Mr. Shapiro's not accepting any calls.

I represent the Remington Steele
Detective Agency.

I'm glad to see you're keeping busy.

Mr. Shapiro is a client.
I need to speak to him.

Please feel free to leave
a message of any duration.

I'll see that he receives it.

I would like to send some flowers
to one of your guests, please:

Mr. Buddy Shapiro.

- Who is it?
- Florist shop.

Here you go. Sign here, please

- Florist shop?
- I hope you like them, Mr. Shapiro.

They cost the agency forty five dollars.

- How'd you find me here?
- That's what I do for a living, remember?

Yes.
Would you hold on a minute, please?

- Mr. Phillips.
- Miss Holt.

Flight leaves for Rio at 8:15.

Río?

I am NOT waiting around 'til
they throw me in the slammer.

¿Sí?

You're his lawyer.
Can't you talk some sense into him?

- They may revoke his parole.
- I just spent 18 months in prison.

That's enough to last a lifetime,
thank you very much.

Well, I hope you pack some track shoes:
Because once you start running, you'll never be able to stop.

You think I want to spend the
rest of my life in Brazil?

- I got season tickets to the Dodgers.
- Then why go?

Yeah. Good. Thanks.

Honey, I'm an ex con.
No matter how rehabilitated I am...

when you boil away the chicken fat,
that's what's left.

The cops, the DA, the press,
even the guy on the street...

'cause once I was guilty,
they think I'm guilty.

You know what blitzes me the most?
That anybody would think that...

I'd be stupid enough to deal in
hot coins after being sent away...

for stock manipulation.

You bought those coins from James Rubio.

Once we smoke him out,
you're in the clear.

Are you any closer to finding him
than you were three weeks ago?

- We think he's in San Francisco..
- Wonderful.

If he shows up, give me a jingle...
in Brazil.

There IS an Eagle Rock.
Interesting ambiance.

Hello?

Mr. Church!

Mr. Church, it's me, Steele.

Laura! I'm back!

Welcome home. Any luck?

Somebody wanted us chasing Rubio
in San Francisco.

If you ask me, he was never even up there.

Sometimes this is a VERY
discouraging business.

How ever, I did come up with
one piece of information...

that might prove interesting.
And I don't think I was supposed to find it.

- Who's the woman with Rubio?
- The ex-Mrs. Buddy Shapiro.

That was taken on a cruise to Acapulco.
Find her, we might find Rubio.

Well, we have plenty of time.

Shapiro's plane doesn't leave
for another five hours.

Mr. Steele, Are you alright?

- Hanging by a thread, Miss Wolfe.
- Can I get you anything?

My tailor

What happened to you?

I was on the wrong end of a lamp.

- Sordid past or jealous husband?
- Current case.

I was lured to some god forsaken place
called Eagle Rock...

where I was promptly bashed over the head

Let me see.

I can't find... There it is.

Lie down on the couch
while I soak a washcloth.

- Do I know someone named Shapiro?
- Yes.

- Is he a client?
- Yes.

Has he been accused of stealing something?

Yeah.

I don't mean to appear brusque,
but I'm in no condition to play twenty questions.

Now please tell me, simply and directly,
who the HELL is Shapiro?

He's been accused of stealing an antique
coin collection valued at over $200000.

But he claims he bought it from
a guy named Rubio.

And YOU are trying to find Rubio

- Where does Waldo Church fit into this?
- He notarized the transaction.

DOA.

Edmond O"Brien, Pamela Britton.
United Artists. 1949.

- DOA?
- It means dead on arrival.

I KNOW what it means. What does it MEAN?

Edmond O"Brien
notarized a bill of sale...

that would prove a man's innocence,
then was murdered to prevent...

Never MIND Edmund O'Brien!
What about Waldo Church?

Well, apparently Mr. Church is
in much the same predicament.

This fellow Rubio is trying to kill him
before he can produce that bill of sale.

- How do you know that?
- Hmm?

Waldo rang me up.
Wanted to hand over the bill of sale.

Where is it?

I'm afraid my only souvenir from
Eagle Rock is a slight concussion.

- Where in Eagle Rock?
- Hotel Saracen.

I'm on my way.

You're going to tell Buddy Shapiro
exactly what you just told us.

I thought I never involved myself
directly in a case?

You're making an exception this time.
Come on. We'll rehearse in the car.

- I have to change.
- No TIME!

Remington Steele
never shows up wrinkled,

Mr. Shapiro,
May I present Remington Steele.

Is that a technical term?

It means "nothing will help".

Waldo Church contacted Mr. Steele.
Isn't that right, sir?

- Oh, absolutely.
- You got a bill of sale?

Not quite.

Then give me one good reason
why I shouldn't hit the road to Rio.

Go on, sir. Tell Mr. Shapiro why
you urge him not to go to Brazil.

- Well, for one, the language barrier.
- I'll stop off in Berlitz.

A stagnant economy.
Double digit inflation.

So long as they can't extradite me,
I'll make do.

- Not worth the price.
- Mr. Steele makes sense.

ON the other hand, a place like the
Bahamas seems ideally suited for your needs.

They speak the Queen's English.

there are a myriad of tax shelters,
all sorts of dummy corporations

On the other hand,
you'd be admitting your guilt.

You'd be a fugitive for
the rest of your life.

Of course, in the Bahamas, even a
fugitive can live quite comfortably

Your BOSS seems a little ambivalent.

What Mr. Steele MEANS
is that no matter how well you live...

you can never be truly free.

- Excellent point, sir.
- Yes, wasn't it?

I don't know. I don't know!

Whether he stays or not,
we'd better plan OUR next move.

Why don't we... regroup over dinner?

I make it a rule never to
go out with clients.

I'm not a client.
My client's a client.

An office seems more appropriate.

Afraid you'll have a smidgen of
pleasure along with business?

When I'm in the market for
pleasure, Mr. Phillips...

I want a lot more than a smidgen.

Look, maybe your agency's too high
class for this job

I'm beginning to think I need someone
closer to the streets. More like myself.

- You look like the trust fund type.
- Beg pardon?

You know, bedwarmers, nannies?
Summers in the Alps?

Ever hear of a section of
London called Brixton?

Yeah. The worst.

Three quid gets you a nights
lodging or your throat cut.

No jobs, no prospects, no hopes.

Only two ways out:
Get sent to the nick or snuff it.

Give us a few days to
produce that bill of sale.

If we fail, I will personally assist
you in fleeing to the Bahamas.

I think I could love this man.

We all have special feelings
for Mr. Steele.

Come on. I'll buy you a drink.

That stuff about Brixton.
Is it true?

I wish I could tell you.

Desk clerk's a big help.
He didn't even know the room was rented.

Well, at least Buddy didn't
take off for Brazil.

You should have seen him today, Murph.

The quintessential Remington Steele.
Charming, persuasive, reassuring...

You know, for once, I'd like us to have
a conversation where his name didn't come up.

He performs a very valuable service
for all of us

I know we need him professionally.
That's not what I'm talking about

- He's not gonna change, Laura.
- A return bus ticket to Bakersfield

The longer you wait around for him to shape up,
the more you shut yourself off...

from the people that really care about you.

I wonder if he got in touch with his wife?

What you need is somebody with
the same feelings, the same values...

Somebody you can share things with.

You're never gonna find that someone until
you allow yourself a chance to look.

Laura, I know the bill of sale's important,
but have you heard anything I've said to you?

Every word. And you're absolutely right.

Mr. Phillips, please.
Laura Holt calling.

Is that dinner invitation still open?

Seven thirty's fine.

Thanks, Murph.

Don't mention it.

- This isn't at all what I expected.
- Disappointed?

Pleasantly off balance.

I had visions of a
sedate French restaurant...

an informative stroll through
an art gallery...

maybe a Kirosawa retrospective.

That's what I have planned
for tomorrow night.

Well, let's get though THIS evening, first.

Is that what you're doing?
Getting THROUGH an evening?

No, I didn't.... no

Do you have something going
with your boss?

What makes you ask that?

They way you look at him.
The way you hang on his every word.

The way he looks at you.

- How does he look at me?
- Erotically.

- VERY erotically.
- Really?

You hadn't noticed?

Ours is purely a
professional relationship

I'm glad. And NOT for the
obvious reason.

- I don't trust your Mr. Steele.
- Why not?

I don't know. There's something...
shifty about him.

A feeling that he's not QUITE
what he appears to be?

That's ridiculous.

He...He's Remington Steele

Maybe there's more to your
Mr. Steele than meets the eye

Creighton, are we going to spend our
first evening together talking about him?

You're right.
Let's forget about him for tonight.

There's always tomorrow.

Ah, tough luck.
The monster just ate your last man.

Oh, Remington. Everything's so...tidy.

You've no idea how neatness stimulates me.

If the rest of the place
looks anything like this...

it could take all night to
calm me down.

Calm already?

It's a little crowded in there.

- Is he...?
- Extremely.

- Do you know him??
- We had a passing acquaintance.

First the apartment, now this.

I never dreamed there were so
many unique ways to end an evening.

- Where is he?
- The bedroom.

Sorry.

Everything was so tidy.

- Waldo Church, alright.
- His pockets were stripped bare.

- Are we through in here?
- Uhm hmm.

- Anything I can do?
- No, we'll handle it.

- I'll call you in the morning,
- I'll call you in the morning,

Would you be kind enough to
see Miss Taplinger home?

Of course.

I'll just leave my coat where it is

Sorry I was forced to interrupt
your evening.

- Have you called the police?
- Not yet.

Rubio obviously found that bill of sale.

No doubt you two were discussing the case

- He's probably destroyed it by now.
- I know how these business meetings can drag on.

He sold Buddy those coins wanting
him to get caught.

I called the office, you weren't there.

- Why? What's the motive?
- You weren't at your apartment, either.

What could he possibly gain by
having Buddy sent back to prison?

You really should think about getting
one of those little beepers, Laura!

Where were you all evening?

- At an amusement park.
- Ah. It was a social liaison.

It's called a DATE. Happens quite
a lot between men and women.

- I didn't know you went in for
that sort of thing.

- Dates?
- Amusement parks.

I like cotton candy.

Let's call the police.

So what went wrong?

Somebody tipped the DA's office that
you tried to leave the country.

Now that there's a murder involved,
they want to make sure you stick around.

Terrific. If I hadn't listened to you,
I'd be in Brazil now.

I guarantee your exoneration
on ALL charges, Buddy...

or my name isn't Remington Steele.

- Your name ISN'T Remington Steele.
- A mere technicality.

- Did Murphy call?
- Not yet.

The minute he does, shoot him through.

Is this our quarry?

From here on out,
let the pros handle things.

A man expired in my bedroom.

Don't you think that gives me
a vested interest in what happens?

Besides, I've grown rather fond of Buddy...

Which is more than I can say for
your Mr. Phillips.

- MY Mr. Phillips?
- I don't trust him.

- That's exactly what he said about you.
- Takes one to know one.

He's a extraordinary human being.

Warm, caring, Committed.

Did you know that he's turning down
a partnership in a law firm...

so that he can help those people
who can't afford those fat legal fees?

Does he also run a home for unwed mothers?
Or perhaps an orphanage...

where he personally bathes
grimy little tykes?

You're wonderfully twisted,
Magnificently bent.

Just because you think that the
shortest distance between two points...

is an angle doesn't mean
that everybody operates that way.

Sounds like you've developed an
overpowering lust for cotton candy.

Well, you certainly don't expect
me to sit at home while you...

While I what?

- Never mind.
- My apologies.

Whom you choose to become involved
with is none of my business.

I have no claim on your personal life.

- I didn't think you were interested in one.
- Well, it's your rule,

- never mix business with...
- Pleasure.

Well, yes, I suppose.

Well, it's not a hard and fast rule.

Creighton Phillips on one.

- Thank you.
- For HIM.

Steele here.

My firm has 125 lawyers,
half of them pulling strings...

and you get Buddy released
in YOUR custody.

The name Remington Steele
has a certain standing...

in the law enforcement community.

You ever want a job fixing traffic tickets,
I can make us a fortune.

I was under the impression material
gain held no attraction for you.

- Where did you hear that?
- Miss Holt.

She's quite taken with your selflessness.

Well I'm quite taken with
everything about her.

What ARE your intentions toward her?

- What are YOUR intentions in asking?
- Oh, professional curiosity.

Speaking as her boss,
I wouldn't want to see her hurt.

Unhappiness tends to reduce efficiency.

I wouldn't dream of doing anything
to reduce her efficiency

Good. Because speaking as her friend...

I'd take serious exception to
anyone who brought her pain.

Is that a threat?

It's a word to the wise, Mr. Phillips.

I sincerely hope you fall into
that category.

- Steele, You're a man of your word.
- Mr. Phillips and I were just discussing that.

Let's get out of here.

Well, she's practically bought
out the entire street.

She's in there right now.

Let's go.

I'll handle this.

- Mrs. Shapiro?
- Hmm?

I'm Remington Steele
Perhaps you've...

heard of the Remington Steele
Detective Agency?

Please! Please!
You're on Rodeo Drive!

It's alright, Mrs. Shapiro
No one wants to hurt you.

I know you work for Buddy,
So you just go back...

and tell him to LEAVE US ALONE!

We're trying to locate James Rubio

James is innocent. But Buddy would
do anything to ruin my life.

Even accuse poor James of some dumb crime.

All right, look, maybe he had a
little bit of trouble in the past...

but that's all behind him now.

We're in LOVE!
And that schmutz Buddy...

can't stand the thought that
I could be happy without him.

Well I CAN. And I AM!

Well, the police are after James,
too, Mrs. Shapiro.

If they find him first,
he'll probably be charged with murder.

So if he's innocent,
let us help prove it.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Certainly.

- I want you to be honest.
- Absolutely.

Which one do you like better?
The red or the pink?

- Nice chatting with you.
- We'll just have to stick with her.

Eventually,
she's got to lead us to Rubio.

We were goin' to Vegas.
We were gonna get married!

- I was gonna wear taffeta! James.

Gracias. Gracias.
Encárguense de ella.

- Look at his hand
- What's wrong with it?

- It's clenched in a fist.
- What are you doing?

- ¿Qué haces?
- The victim always clenches a...

piece of evidence that ultimately
traps the murderer.

- What is it?
- THe had a very long lifeline.

Why do I keep listening to you?
Before I was only looking at five years.

- Now, it's murder.
- Buddy...

the gun that killed Rubio
belonged to you.

I kept that around for protection.
I haven't seen it in weeks!

Unfortunately, yours were the
only fingerprints found on it.

I can see where all this might
be somewhat disquieting...

But I assure you that
I will do everything in my power...

Please! no more help.
I don't think I can survive it.

I appreciate your timely response, Murphy.

Your asking me for help is worth
a couple of red lights.

I realize we haven't exactly been best
of chums since I arrived on the scene.

You've been rather mistrustful of me.
Perhaps with some justification.

I'll admit that my past is
a little obscure...

and there have been times when I've
taken advantage of my situation here,

overspent some of the
agency's funds on occasion...

intruded in areas where
I didn't belong on others.

Is that a...
fair recital of my deficiencies?

Couldn't have said it better myself.
Though I've... tried a few times.

However, we do have one small
patch of common ground.

- Laura. We both care very deeply for her.
- She's a very special lady.

And neither one of us wants to
see her hurt or misused.

You're the only one I worry
about on that score.

Are you aware that she's involved
with Creighton Phillips?

- Am I ever.
- What's your assessment of him?

He seems like an alright guy.

I took the liberty of doing
some checking on Mr. Phillips.

Did you know that he and James Rubio
were classmates at Harvard...

until Rubio was expelled for cheating?

And that rather than turning down
a partnership in his law firm...

he was passed over for one?

Maybe that's why
he's starting his own practice.

In a suite of offices that go
for $24 dollars a square foot...

Which runs out to... $240,000
a year in rent alone?

That hardly jives with
a young idealist so determined...

to aid the oppressed and impoverished.

So he's not what he appears to be.

I'm familiar with the type.

Now what does this have to do
with Laura getting hurt?

Whoever set Buddy up with those
stolen coins wanted him returned...

to prison badly enough to kill...

the two people that could prove
he was innocent.

Why would Phillips want him
put away again?

The motive eludes me at the moment....

But the thought of Laura cheek to jowl
with a possible murderer gives me the chills.

No motive, no witnesses, no hard evidence.

- You've got a hell of a case.
- I have a plan.

Now I'VE got the chills.

You seem to know an awful lot about
jumping telephone lines.

Picked it up from the cinema.
Terrible influence,

you know.

Just because we're working together...

on this does NOT mean
I'll stop trying to send you packing.

Wouldn't have it any other way, Murphy.
Keeps us both on our toes.

You're on.

- Gate. Reynolds speaking.
- This is Creighton Phillips.

Yes, Mr. Phillips?

I'm expecting a guest this evening.
Mr. Remington Steele.

Yes, sir. I'll put him on the list.

Shall we?

Remington Steele. Mr. Phillips.

Yes, sir. You've been cleared.
Follow the drive all the way to the top,

it's the first townhouse on your right.

Nicely done. As a matter of fact,
that outfit rather becomes you.

Don't push it.

En sus marcas, listos...

- Bien.
- One, two, three

- Do sound the horn if anyone happens by.
- Oh, sure.

It'll be a real shame if
you had to spend the night in jail.

Yes.

First, I'll move to dismiss for failure
to establish a prima fascia case.

You know, it seems to me that...

there's more here than
legal maneuvers, Creighton,

- We should be concentrating on the killer.
- Any candidates?

Well, I'm working on it

Well, then, I still have to put
on a defense for Buddy.

- More coffee?
- NO, thank you.

- What was that?
- Sounds like Gomie.

Gomie?

Gomie, where are you?

Kitty, kitty, kitty.

Gomie, are you under there?

- There you are.
- What's the matter with him?

Maybe he didn't like it up here.

But then, he didn't have you
to keep him company.

- Uh, let's get back to work now.
- Let's take a break.

Uh, Creighton...
We've been at it for hours.

Don't you think we deserve a little rest?

- You know, we're here to help Buddy,
- Yeah, I know...

But I am so tired.

I have been trying to think of
a way to get you up here all night.

I KNEW there was a reason
I kept that cat around.

Creighton, now, stop.
Now cut it out!

Do you know what it's like
trying NOT to smell your perfume?

Alright. Okay.

- Business it is.
- Thank you.

If that motion fails,
I'll move for a change of venue.

Sorry I'm late. No one informed me
of the meeting. An oversight, no doubt.

We were just going over the strategy
for the preliminary hearing.

Ah. Seems to me we should be trying
to come up with the guilty party

We're pursuing that, sir,
but first we have to...

Would you be good enough to
jot down some thoughts, Miss Holt?

Mr. Steele, we realize
your desire for justice...

- Jot.
- Yes, sir.

Now. The first requisite for our killer is,
of course, a relationship with James Rubio.

- Ivy Shapiro certainly qualifies there.
- Excellent choice.

- Are you saying Ivy killed Rubio?
- She was planning to marry him.

That's hardly an
ideal motive for murder, SIR.

- Maybe they had a falling out.
- No, no help.

We need someone who knew Rubio
a long time ago.

So there was no...
visible connection.

An old college classmate, for instance.

Well, what about the murder weapon?
It's Buddy's.

That only means our killer was
somebody Buddy trusted...

Someone with unquestioned entrée
to his home.

Not going too fast for you,
am I, Miss Holt?

Well, you could slow down JUST a bit,
sir. Wouldn't want you to get lost

Buddy's fingerprints were the
only ones found on the gun,

Plastic gloves would have taken care of that.

What is this...
mythical killer's motive?

Money's usually at the bottom of
these things.

Unless it's a crime of passion,
in the case of extreme...

unendurable jealousy brought on
by an unfaithful partner.

- I think we can rule that out, SIR.
- I certainly hope so.

You know, Ivy Shapiro stood to lose a great
deal of alimony money when she married Rubio

Would you stop trying to pin this
on my ex wife?

She's a little flaky, maybe.
Rotten taste in men, but...

she really wasn't a bad broad.

- And definitely not a killer.
- Then who's left?

A very frustrated and disappointed fellow.

You see, he counted on being made
a partner in his law firm.

When that didn't come to pass,
he decided to strike out on his own.

But where would he get the capital
to lease offices, hire a staff...

purchase a suitable residence
in which to lure potential clients??

Wait a minute.

I gave him my power of attorney.

Before I was sent up. You were
stealing me blind, weren't you? You...

You thought I'd serve the whole five years,
didn't you? But I only did 18 months.

And you didn't want me to look at my books.

Is that why you were so hot to
get me back inside? Huh?...

Creighton.

Won't wash, Steele.
Nothing ties me to those murders.

You know one of the first things
I noticed about you, Creighton?

- May I call you Creighton?
- No.

Your hair.
Thick, lustrous, incredibly healthy.

I'm sure the lab will have no problem
matching these strands with your own.

Where did you get those?

Con frecuencia,
The victim will often clutch...

a piece of evidence that ultimately
traps the murderer.

That was most rewarding.
Except for one thing.

- What?
- I think I broke my hand.

I'm beginning to see why you
chose this line of work, Laura.

Exhilarating experience,

helping the innocent,
and apprehending the guilty.

Except for the way you did it.

James Rubio wasn't clutching
anything in his hand.

Well, he should have been.
How else are we supposed to catch...

the bad guys if they don't leave
any clues?

Tell me something.
And I want you to be honest...

As honest as you can ever be.

If I hadn't been involved with
Creighton Phillips...

would you have gone after him?

A good investigator never allows
his personal feelings...

to get in the way of a case.

However, it did distress me to find you
fooling around on the bed with a murderer.

- How did YOU know I was...?
- Steele!

They reinstated my parole,
thanks to you, you son of a gun!

- All part of the job, Buddy.

Something else good came out of this.
Our travail has brought us closer together.

- Excellent.

- We're gonna give it another whack.
- Safe journey.

- Where are they going?
- Las Vegas.

Ivy has a brand new trousseau,
reservations in the honeymoon suite...

and ringside for Sinatra.

What better way to renew a relationship?

How are we supposed to get back to
the office?

I purchased Ivy's car.
At a substantial savings.

For you.

For me?

You deserve it

- What about...?
- Oh, I'm having the entire trunk recarpeted.

Well...

Ivy would appreciate a check
as soon as possible

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