All language subtitles for Simon & Simon s08e13 Simon Says Good-Bye

You know I'm always happy to open up for
you, Stanley.

I just got this in from Swarczak.

He wants a small fortune for it, but
it's well worth it.

Of course, unless you see it in
daylight, you can't... I didn't come

tonight, Carol.

It's about the Lyle Paulson.

I had dinner with Arnold Stivers in New
York last week.

He implied that he had had the
opportunity to purchase Slow Suicide.

You can imagine my amusement since I was
under the impression that that canvas

was in my vault.

So I found an appraiser, one that can be
trusted.

You can take back your paint -by -the
-numbers version, Hallrich. I want what

paid for, if you do have it. If you
don't, you'll wish you never laid eyes

me.

Little man.

You're nothing but a bad -tempered
nouveau riche with far too active an

imagination. I'm $300 ,000 less riche.
Stanley, I'm sure something can be

arranged. If you ever try something like
this again, I'll burn you.

Dolph, why don't you see Mr.

Morfolk into his car?

You know this can be a dangerous
neighborhood.

that did not dump me. We decided that
we'd given our relationship as much of a

chance as it deserved. That's all.

Rick, she called you, quite accurately I
might add, an overgrown adolescent with

no romance in his soul. What do I need a
romantic soul for?

Our wagon's got bench seats.

There. Where?

You see? That's your problem. You don't
take this seriously.

Women like... To be taken seriously,
Rick, it's a funny little quirk they

I have tried, A .J. Believe me, I've
tried.

I swear there are days that I think if
the right woman were to just walk

that door, a nice lady with a good head
on her shoulders, easy on the eyes, I

would be on my knees with a ring in my
hand faster than you could say... Hi,

Rick and A .J. Simon?

I'm looking for a boyfriend.

Oh. Oh, I don't need one. I have one. I
mean, I'm even getting married and

everything. I just need to find one.

Nice.

Easy on the eyes.

Two out of three ain't bad.

Huh? Nothing, just a private joke. Won't
you please have a seat, Miss...

Briarley, Elise Briarley.

Abby said you two could be a little
weird sometimes.

I like it, it's cute.

Abby? A friend of mine, Abby Marsh, she
recommended you.

Ah.

Uh, so, you're getting married, but you
need to find a boyfriend.

An old boyfriend, Terry, Terry Adamson,
before I... before the wedding, just

to... You know, see him one last time
and say goodbye.

You're kidding, right?

What my brother means is... Well, it's,
uh... Does your fiancé

know about this?

I knew you'd think I was horrible.

No, no, no. Nobody's trying to make you
feel bad or anything. It's just, uh...

We have to know this sort of thing.
It's, uh... It's part of the job.

Well... Okay, yes, Jeff.

That's my fiancé, Jeff Mosley. He does
know. He agrees with me. We have to give

each other the space to make sure we
really want to be married.

Uh -huh.

What doesn't he know?

How much it means to me.

How far I'm willing to go to find Terry.

So, in other words, you're sneaking in
here to hire us. Rick.

I thought you weren't trying to make me
feel bad. I know how it looks. I just

thought hiring a PI was, I don't know,
the most discreet way to do this. I

I don't want to throw this in Jeff's
face. If Jeff knew my feelings for

even just my memory of my feelings for
Terry, it would hurt him so much.

And marrying him while you're feeling
this way wouldn't.

Why do you think I'm here? For months
I've been making excuses.

It's been hard to find the time, you
know, to set the date and all, what with

work and, well, work.

But now I know that if I marry Jeff, if
I make that promise, I have to be sure I

can keep it.

Um, are you absolutely sure you want to
go through with it? I mean, some people

just don't want to be found.

I have to try.

Will you help me or not?

Sure, why not? Things are slow around
here anyway.

Great.

I've written out the last contact
information I have on him and my phone

here. Oh, and your retainer. Call me if
you need anything else.

Yeah, right. Well, we'll do our best.
Oh, God. I've got to get back to work.

Well, it was nice... Well, she's a piece
of

work, isn't she?

I don't know, AJ. There's just something
that doesn't feel right about this. I

mean, really. Sorry.

I think I left my... Bye.

Well,

I guess we're on the case.

God help us. Yeah, well, you've had
stranger requests from women before.

Yeah, but I never took money for them.

And don't even think about leaving town.

We may have further questions.

No problem, Lieutenant. I'm not going
anywhere.

I won't have any more answers.

Out.

Next. Next.

Lucky me.

Today headaches come in pairs.

Sweets. For the sweet.

And flowers for the, uh... I don't know,
here.

My mother had a saying, beware of geeks
bearing gifts.

Why are you here?

We just wanted to thank you for the
referral. That's all honest.

Yeah, and this name that we want you to
run for her, she's in no particular

hurry for it.

Hand her hand.

I'm only doing this because she's my
friend.

Yeah,

just got sprung.

Heard something you ought to know about.

Couple guys downtown.

P .I. is by the name of Simon. They were
asking around about a Terry Adamson.

Find out who they're working for and
what they want.

Whatever it takes.

Absolutely nothing.

Not even a car registered in his name.

I tell you, there's something not quite
normal about this, AJ.

I hate to say it, but maybe we can't
trust her. Oh, lighten up, Rick.

You're just down on love and lovers in
general. Ever since Belinda... No, no,

no, that's not true. I'm just trying to
cover up blanks here.

Hey, what about all that stuff about her
boyfriend going along with all this?

Don't you think that strains the
credibility just a little bit?

Rick, this is a very simple case.

Why are you always trying to make
everything so complicated?

Somebody's up to something.

Thank you, Inspector Crusoe.

Well, if it's not her, then it's him.

What else do you make of a guy like
that?

I don't know.

Either he's very secure or he's crazier
than she is.

Happy birthday, Mom.

Oh, thank you.

Should we cut the cake, or shall I
finish my story first?

Cake looks pretty good to me.

Rick, so, uh, you and Dad were both
going out with other people the night

met? Exactly. I was practically engaged,
and then Jack walked into the party,

and, well, I couldn't help it. Could
only look at him.

Your eyes met?

Well, I could barely remember. And you
could barely remember your real date's

name. We know. Can we have some
champagne now?

Don't mind him, Mom.

He's just sour on romance.

What's the matter, honey?

Nothing. Belinda dumped him. She did
not. A .J., that reminds me. Did you see

the paper where Leslie Buxton is getting
married?

Leslie Buxton?

Mm -hmm.

No kidding.

Isn't she the one that you had that
special phone line installed in your

for so you wouldn't miss any of her
calls?

Such a lovely girl.

Come on.

You two are inseparable.

I really want some cake now. If you
insist.

Oh, well, boys, don't worry. You'll both
find a wonderful girl who'll make you

very happy.

That sounds great, Mom. I'll take
Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.

Mom, there is absolutely nothing wrong
with our lives now.

We have everything.

Yeah. I got my boat. I got my house.

Business is great.

We've got our freedom.

We are perfectly happy being single.

I've never seen a night so

long when time...

Candy.

Excuse me, sir. Is this 555 -4219?

Could I speak to Leslie, please?

Hi, Candy.

Rick.

Rick Simon.

No, no.

Simon.

Yeah.

Yeah, it has been a long time.

I did what?

No, no, no, no, no, no, I didn't.

Come on, no.

No, I didn't do that. That wasn't me.
That was my dog, and it was an accident.

Leslie.

It's A .J.

Yes, I know it's late. I just, I
wanted... No, I...

I just wanted to say hi.

Okay.

All right, yeah, fine.

I'll tear the page right out of my phone
book.

Okay,

Belinda.

You want romance?

You're going to get romance.

Eight o 'clock.

Friday night.

Be there. And wear something slinky.

No, Belinda, this is not Chester. This
is Rick.

You will?

All right.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Friday.

But you're professionals. I thought
you'd have something by now.

Well, it's like I just said. Some people
just don't want to be found.

Maybe this Adamson's one of them. Why
don't we just drop it, at least?

Get married, live happily ever after. I
mean, you love Jeff, don't you? He loves

you. Yes, very much.

Sometimes I look at him and I feel so
cozy, so safe, but I can always swallow.

Well, I beg your pardon?

Oh, I know it sounds silly.

Terry probably doesn't remember any of
it, but I fell down to every single

every little thing we did together. I
guess it was because he was just so

different. Terry, I don't know. It was
like I couldn't swallow, couldn't

breathe. If you ask me, it sounds more
like a reaction to shellfish.

Look, Dad used to chase his Harley out
of the driveway. They knew I'd sneak out

after dark to ride with him. With me,
he'd be careful and take it slow. But

he was riding alone, I'd see him fly by,
and I swear I'd never seen anything so

gorgeous. You know, he was a little
rough around the edges, but sometimes

can be good, you know?

When I was on his bike, with my arms
around him, that engine underneath me,

the wind in my face.

Elise, you know what they say? Hey, Jay,
for God's sakes, don't stop her now. I

usually have to dial a 976 number for
this kind of thing. Go ahead.

And he was so open to everything.

I'd take him to art galleries and
museums, and he'd make me swear I'd

his friends, but I saw how much he loved
it.

Everything. He felt with me for the
first time.

Elise, the point is, we've been digging
for two days now, and we've come up with

nothing. Not a zip.

Yeah, he's right, Elise.

I mean, seriously, if you're going to
spend this kind of money, why don't you

just buy Jeff a motorcycle and stop
wasting it on us? What do you guys know?

didn't see any pictures of wives or kids
in your office.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

That's right.

Riley.

She hired them?

That's right.

So?

So.

So, you know what to do.

Okay. So we keep looking, we find them
wildly, and you go back to your

swallowless existence.

They treat you like old news, and in the
meantime, you lose Jeff.

What then?

You know, sometimes even if you don't
make the right choice, just choosing is

what counts.

I need to know I tried.

Elise.

I thought you said you couldn't make
much.

Oh, sorry, honey. Something came up. I
had to talk to these guys.

Jeff Mosley, Rick and A .J. Simon.

It's about a new photographer I'm trying
to find. These are his agents.

Actually, I think we better get back to
the office and look at that portfolio.

I'll see you later, sweetheart.

I'm sorry.

Bye.

We better hurry.

Take care.

So, there's nothing else on him besides
that bust in Seattle?

Nope. Nothing after 1978, which is when
the leak's known.

I think he must have left the state.

There's no death certificate.

There's no missing persons report.

How about you?

Well, he didn't do any time. He got
probation.

So I had Hanrahan put in a call to his
caseworker for me. I'm still waiting to

hear back from him.

Besides that, I checked out every biker
club and weird cult hangout in town.

Nobody's ever heard of it, Terry
Adamson.

Did he get invited to a human sacrifice,
though? You want to go?

Why not?

At least we could tell Mom we made it to
the altar.

Rick, you going to turn the light on
anytime soon, please?

Did you get the license number of the
tornado?

All I know is it was very...

Very. He?

There had to be three of them at least.

Not one.

Oh. But I won't tell if you won't tell.
Deal.

He had the element of surprise going for
him, all right. Yeah. Yeah, that's

right. He did.

Hey,

I'd talk fast if I were you, because I
really can't control him when he gets

like this. Now, what the hell are you
doing here?

Just wanted to find out about the case.

He leaves the case.

So? You sent over a couple of advance
men to soften us up so we'd talk, huh?

Are you crazy?

I can't even find an accountant I can
trust.

Where would I get a goon to work you
guys over? Well, then maybe you'd like

explain to us why you've been tailing us
for the past three days.

Obviously, he's taken one too many blows
to the head.

Late model BMW, license number two.

Look, I had to do something.

I mean...

I want to be supportive of Elise and
her... You know, her... Whatever the

her damn problem is, she won't tell me
anything.

This thing's making me crazy. I mean,
just the thought of her with another

All you wanted was news of the progress
of the investigation?

I thought you and Elise had about... an
understanding.

Yeah, sure.

I can imagine the way she made me sound,
too.

Like some henpecked wimp who jumped...

jumps through hoops when she snaps her
fingers?

No, no, no.

Well, I mean, that hoop part's probably
going a little overboard.

Look, all I understand is that she's got
to be nuts to do something like this.

Look, if you want us off the case, you
got to talk to the police, okay? Because

she's the client.

Okay.

Hey, do me a favor, will you?

Don't tell her that I followed you guys,
okay?

Don't push it.

Come on, Rick.

We can't prove he had anything to do
with this.

And we can't even identify the
assailant. Simon.

Say hi.

It's a moment.

Hold on.

Simon. Who?

Excuse me. Hold on.

You know, uh, Howard Farkas?

Farkas. Oh, yeah, he's Adamson's old
caseworker. Hello?

Yes, Mr. Farkas.

Uh -huh. Hang on just a second, please.

Okay.

Thank you very much.

Okay. Let's go.

Huh? Hey, what are you doing? Whoa,
whoa, whoa. We got to clean this up.

Well, I'll help you clean it up later.
Now, come on. We got to go get changed.

We got work to do.

Would you relax?

We're closing in on it here. Let me
explain something to you, all right?

Adamson left California the first time,
he went to live in Utah. But then he

changed his name and he came back to
California about five years ago, and now

he's an art dealer named Carol Holdridge
living in La Jolla and operating a

gallery.

Derivative garbage, all of it.
Derivative garbage.

Is there something I can help you with?

Yes, yes, there is. How you do?

Ernie Boyer. I'm just in from Houston.

Perhaps you need directions, then.

The Western Art Gallery is just four
doors down.

No, no, no, that's all right. Actually,
I see a friend of mine told me about

your little art store here.

Personally, I got a hankering for oils
of a different kind to catch my drift.

See, the wife and I, we got this great
big space over the couch in the living

room. She's gone and done the whole dang
thing in pinks and oranges.

I was just wondering if you had anything
pretty in them colors.

I'm afraid not, Mr. Boyang.

Boyer. Boyer.

Of course. How stupid of me. Well...
Most of what I represent is in this

Uh -huh. It's a moroshek. It's entitled
Sunset.

Sunset.

Don't that beat all?

Modern art is an acquired taste.

It's not something that I would
recommend dabbling in.

Art can be deadly serious, you know. So
I've heard, so I've heard.

You know this little yuppie -type filly
I met at the bar at the airport, Elise

something or other, name was, uh,
Elise... Briarley, that's it, you know

No. No. Name sounds familiar, but I
don't really know her.

She's a publicist, isn't she?

Handles promotion for the Modern Art
Museum.

I reckon.

She did say some mighty fine things
about you, though, come to think of it.

Yes, sir, she spoke mighty highly of
you, Mr. Holder. Mighty highly, indeed.

How nice.

I am proud of my reputation for dealing
in very special works.

But a reputation, I fear, is often
misunderstood.

I do hope you'll forgive me, Mr. Boyd.

There. There you go.

But I am quite busy today. If there's
nothing specific I can interest you

Well, I'll tell you what my problem is
right now. See, I just see so dang many

things alike.

I just... I can't make up my mind.

So I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'll
pop in a little later. Just bring the

little woman with me, all right? I can't
wait.

You have a good day now, you hear?

Sunset.

I'll tell you, that takes guts, don't
it?

You sure, Tim?

Absolutely.

No two guys would want to look like
that.

They must have spent years practicing
that smile.

Reptile house.

Listen, A .J., I know it's none of our
business anymore, but

when you tell her, tell her to be
careful.

When I tell her?

Well, where are you going to be?

Linda!

You want some friendly advice, though?

Don't ever do it. No.

No, I won't.

I can't get over it. A gallery?

I knew I'd made a difference in his
life, but who'd have thought I'd given

the inspiration for his entire career?

How'd he look?

Is he gorgeous?

Uh, well, I didn't actually see him. Oh,
I just knew he'd be successful.

This is just so...

I don't know, romantic comes to mind,
but I guess that's expecting too much,

right? Are you going to tell Jeff?

Of course.

Eventually.

You know, Haley, Rick, would you like
some coffee? Oh, no, thanks.

Rick said that Adamson didn't seem to
remember you at all.

Well, how do you know this is the kind
of guy you want to get involved with? I

mean, you know.

After all, he's assumed a whole new
identity.

Maybe he's still a little rough around
the edges.

Why wouldn't he change his name?

He's probably ashamed of his past. He
just wants to make a clean start of it.

May I?

Yeah, Bob. Well, look, are you sure you
want to do this? Why don't you think

about it? Take a day.

Look, I just know he'll be glad I
called. I appreciate your concern, but

come...

You're calling him.

Hello?

Am I speaking to... I mean, Carol
Holridge?

Carol, this is Elise Briarley.

I know this is a bit out of the blue,
but I'd love to get together with you. I

mean, see you.

Maybe that's too pushy. How about...
Maybe... We could meet somewhere for a

of coffee or something, like maybe
tomorrow.

Look, I'm not usually this... I don't
know, is forward the word?

Oh, hell, I don't know. Maybe you want
to have dinner sometime?

Well, that's a splendid idea, actually.

Why don't you come here to the gallery?

I'll arrange for dinner here.

Tonight.

So we can mix old business with new
pleasure, if you're so inclined.

I'd love to.

Eight o 'clock.

Great.

Bye.

Oh, my God.

He wants me to come right over. He can't
wait to see me.

It's sad to see your hopes dash like
this.

How do I look? Oh, look what I'm
wearing. I look like one of the hippos

Fantasia. I don't have time to change.
You look very pretty.

Wish me luck. I do.

Oh, hey, hey. Oh.

Crazy broad must know.

How, I have no idea, but... Dolph, my
man, we've been fingered.

What else can this mean?

What do you think she's going to do?

Threaten to expose us? Try to shake us
down? Who knows?

All I am sure of is... she's got to end
up keeping our Mr.

Morphigan company.

Carol?

Elise.

At last.

Carol.

This place is incredible.

I never dreamed...

I mean, sometimes I'd try to imagine the
kind of surroundings you'd be in, but

this.

I'm so glad you like it.

I will give you the grand tour, of
course.

But first... To...

An understanding.

I just can't believe we're here.

Together, finally.

And to think all this time we were in
the same city.

I must admit I was intrigued when I
learned you were looking for me.

I have to give you credit, Elise.

Very few people are capable of putting
me in this position.

Oh, Carol, please.

I never would have taken this thing this
far if I thought it would hurt you.

I mean, I never intended to get in the
way of... of anything you had going. I

just thought if we could see each
other...

But I'm curious. I'm sure you had many
good reasons, but why didn't you ever

to contact me?

That would have been highly
inappropriate.

Oh, I see.

Then you are involved.

Very.

But then we're getting ahead of
ourselves.

Doll.

I thought we were alone.

Dolph is quite an accomplished chef.

Now that you and I are face -to -face,
Elise, I'm sure we can work everything

out to our mutual satisfaction.

Yes.

Your phone's been busy for hours.

I just can't... Come on in. Come on in.

What's all this?

Look at you.

I said you wanted romance.

Rick, this is very sweet of you, but
when I said I wanted a man with romance

his soul, it didn't mean you should try
to change.

Great. I blow 500 bucks on a date, now
she tells me she'd be happy with a pizza

and beer.

I didn't say that.

I do want a certain kind of man in my
life, but there's no sense in you trying

to become him.

I just came to say I need a rain check.

Wait a minute. Just come on.

One little glass of champagne, okay?

Come on.

Save it for the right girl.

I was kind of hoping you'd be the right
girl.

I almost wish I were.

So, did you make it to the Warhol
auction?

I wanted to go, but my schedule... All
right, Elise.

I'll concede you're a master at
gamesmanship.

But let's stop playing, shall we?

Lay out your terms.

Tell me what you want.

Terms?

I just wanted to see you.

I'm making you uncomfortable.

Why don't I just go?

Not now!

at this.

What do you want?

Honestly, Terry, I don't know what
you're talking about.

I just wanted to see you again before I
got married.

I know now it was silly, but I just...
I...

You don't really remember me at all, do
you?

Damn it, lady, what do you want?

The Paulson? It can't be that. You'd
have gone to the cops by now. I'm the

who introduced you to art, Terry.

You must remember that. You've got to
remember that.

If not, then why, Terry? Stop calling me
Terry!

Called you Liz then.

Tick with the crazy father.

You're telling the truth, aren't you?

I don't believe it.

You only wanted to see me, but you hired
those PIs.

You hired them just to find me?

I never stopped thinking about you.

I thought maybe you might feel the same
way. Having another crack at you

wouldn't be the worst thing that could
possibly happen.

Unfortunately, I've got too much to lose
to keep you around.

You stole the pulse.

personal, kid.

AJ, why didn't you tell me you guys were
working on the Lyle Paulson theft?

The what?

That painting that was boosted from the
modern... Slow Suicide?

Elise hired you to investigate, didn't
she?

Uh, what makes you think that?

From the rap sheet Hanrahan pulled for
you.

AJ, I know Adamson is Holridge, the art
dealer.

And Morphogan, the murder victim?

Yeah, guess what his family found?
Hidden among his personal effects.

Slow suicide?

Mm -mm. A very convincing forgery of
same.

Huh.

And you figure that Morphogan realized
he had a fake on his hands?

You got it.

Well, why do you think Holridge is
involved?

Morphogan was found in a parking garage
just two doors away from Holridge's

gallery. But it's still not enough for a
warrant, AJ.

I swear to you, I had no idea.

Look, I don't care about the painting.

No.

Of course you don't.

I can't imagine what you'd do with the
story of what happened to Slow Suicide.

I'm sorry, we're closed.

Yeah, right.

I'm afraid you've got the wrong address,
friend.

Don't give me that, Ulrich. I know she's
here.

Check that out.

Jeff,

what are you doing here? I thought I
asked... Stop it.

This may be the last chance I have to
get a word in edgewise. So please,

darling, shut up.

You think I don't know how you got into
this mess?

It's because most of the time you think
I'm dull and boring. Because I'm

consistent.

Predictable. So you wanted some
excitement. Okay.

Of course you're going to think of a guy
like Harrison.

Of course he's exciting to you because
he's dangerous.

I'm not.

Geez, don't you get it, honey?

I can't compete with a guy like him. I'm
never going to be exciting to you like

that. Because I love you. And I'll never
hurt you.

God damn it, that's not predictable.

That's dependable. And if that bores
you, well...

I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do
about that.

But whatever happens here, I want you to
know that I'm never going to regret a

moment I've spent loving you.

Not one single second.

Because loving you is all the excitement
that I'll ever need.

I just wish there was enough excitement
for the both of us.

Thank you.

Buxton family fetid Leslie and new
husband Mark at the Coronado.

Well, I guess you've lost her forever,
huh?

Come on.

Drown your sorrows.

I'm buying.

Oh, better circle this day on my
calendar. Come on, come on, come on.

All right.

As long as it's not that place where you
have to specifically request they don't

put the salt in the beer.

No, medical theory shows that you can
drink more beer if you reduce the

carbonation. Medical theory shows if you
wear a hat, it reduces the flow of

blood to your brain.

Nothing in there about Lisa's wedding,
huh?

No. Think they're going to make it?

It's a good way to go broke betting on
the lifespan of a marriage.

Yeah. Not like a brother.

Unfortunately, that lasts forever.

You know, A .J., there's something that
Mom made me promise that I would never

tell you.

You're adopted.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You're the one that's adopted, and she
made me promise not to tell you because

she knew you couldn't handle it. She
didn't say that. She did not. She did,