All language subtitles for Moonlighting S02E13 (1986) WEB-DL 1080p [Ukr_Eng] [Hurtom]_Track04

- Hello, I'm Maddie Hayes.
- And I'm still David Addison.

- You wanna tell 'em?
- No.

- Do you?
- No, not really.

Why don't we tell them together?

With tonight's episode,
Moonlighting had planned

on taking part in another
exciting, innovative
broadcasting experiment.

What we had planned
on bringing you
was the first 3-D,

that is the first
fully three-dimensional,
television program.

I mean, the show itself
turned out wonderfully.

You remember Vincent Price
in that House of Wax

where he's hitting that ball,
and the paddle and the
ball--

and the ball's zooming out
over the audience like that?

Well, this is better than that.

And then there are certain
subtle values that are enhanced
by 3D.

- Absolutely.
- Stand up, will you, Maddie?

Arch your back a little bit.

Do I gotta draw you a map, folks?

Anyway, late last week

we started mailing out
these special 3-D glasses
to everyone,

- but you know the post office.
- You know the post office.

So tomorrow or the next day,
when you get these
in the mail--

Hang on to them for the rerun.

And once again,
we're really sorry.
Now start the show.

- Start the show?
- Start the show.

♪ Some walk by night ♪

♪ Some fly by day ♪

♪ Nothing could change you ♪

♪ Set and sure
of the way ♪

♪ There is
the sun and moon ♪

♪ They sing
their own sweet tune ♪

♪ Watch them
when dawn is due ♪

♪ Sharing one space ♪

♪ We'll walk by night, babe ♪

♪ We'll fly by day ♪

♪ Moonlighting strangers ♪

♪ Who just met on the way ♪

Is he secure?

Are you satisfied?

If our audience volunteers
would return to their seats.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
as our assistants bundle

and prepare to hoist
the Great Kandinski

up and over the tank of peril,

I must ask for total silence.

Because of the serious nature
of this escape

my husband needs complete
and undisturbed concentration.

Please hold back your applause

until once again
the Great Kandinski has proven

he is the greatest
escape artist in the world.

Oh, my God.

Getting off.

Getting off...

Getting off!

Get-ting off!

Thank you, really.

You're all in my will.

David?

David, are you in there?

David, where is everybody?

David, I'm coming in.

And they say nothing works
like bread crumbs.

Surprise!

One, two, three, four!

♪ Na na na na
na na na na ♪

♪ You say
it's your birthday ♪

♪ Na na na na
na na na na ♪

♪ It's my birthday, too,
yeah ♪

♪ Na na na na
na na na na ♪

♪ You say
it's your birthday ♪

♪ Na na na na
na na na na ♪

♪ We're gonna have
a good time ♪

♪ Na na na na
na na na na ♪

♪ You say it's your
birthday ♪

♪ Na na na na
na na na na ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Na-- ♪

♪ Ha-ha-happy birthday ♪

♪ Maddie ♪

♪ Ha-ha-happy, happy,
happy, happy, happy ♪

♪ Ha-ha-happy bi-irth-da-ay ♪

♪ To-hoo-hoo... ♪

♪ You-ou-ou-ou-ou... ♪

Happy birthday, Maddie.

Well...

Well, well, well.

What a surprise.

There are some candles
over here.

Of course, how nice!

Well...

Thank you all.

This is really special.

Really...

...special.

Excuse me.

You're not gonna try on
your birthday present?

It was really very sweet of you.
I was very touched, really.

- Really?
- Really.

Could've fooled me.

- You wanna tell me about it?
- There's nothing to tell.

Well, there must be something
to tell because eight people

just tried to show you
how much they care about you,

and you acted as nervous
as a whore in church.

I'm just not one of those
people who enjoy

having a fuss made over
their birthday, that's all.

- That's silly.
- It's not silly. It's me.
It's my birthday, David.

And I can celebrate it
or not celebrate it
any way I choose.

- Ah, who'd have thunk it?
- Thunk what?

That you, of all people,
would react this way
to growing older.

This has nothing to do
with growing older.

Of course not.
Well, let me tell you something,
Madelyn Hayes,

those lines on your face,
the little crow's feet
around your eyes,

that silly little millimeter
your caboose has dropped
in the past decade--

- Is this something
you rehearsed ahead of time?
- It's just nature's way

of telling you, you got
nine holes left to play,
and why not enjoy it?

Boy, I can't wait until
it's your birthday.

47 days, 13 hours,
51 minutes. Roughly.

Darn, I planned on
grouting my tile that day.

- I understand completely.
- Good.

Then understand this.
I don't give a flying fig

about the lines in my face,
the crow's feet by my eyes,

or the altitude of my caboose.

Hey, that's okay.
That's what you got me for.

And I don't give
a flying fig

about people who do.

Well, I'm at a loss.

I don't know what
a flying fig is.

That's okay.

They do.

What I contemplate
on my birthday, David,

is my accomplishments,
my progress,

where I was last year,
where I'd like to be next year.
Where I am now.

- Okay, so why so glum?
- I'll spare you the gory details.

Suffice it to say that this
has not been a banner year
in the life of Madelyn Hayes.

- You don't think so?
- I don't think so.

In fact, this year represents,
in some ways,

a quantum leap backwards for me.

- No kidding?
- No kidding.

- Don't be hurt. You asked me,
so I'm telling you.
- It's okay, I understand.

- But you never know
what's around the corner.
- Around what corner?

- The corner. Next year.
- What do you mean?

- You never know
what's in the cards.
- Cards?

- The cards. Fate,
destiny, the master plan!
- David, there is no master plan.

You get up in the morning,
you live your life.

If you work hard,
make the right choices,

and keep your nose clean,
you get ahead.

If you don't, you don't.
I didn't, and that's that.

- Simple as that, huh?
- Simple as that.

So once again,
thanks for thinking of me.

But please don't do it again.

Miss Hayes, Mr. Addison,
there's someone here to see you.

I'm Madelyn Hayes.
This is my associate,
David Addison.

- Hello. Have a seat.
- Carolyn Kandinski.

Kandinski?

Wife of
the Incredible Kandinski, yes.

I read about what happened
in the newspapers this morning.
I'm sorry.

Nothing to be sorry about--
it's part of the business.

There are very
few escape artists in the world.
Even fewer elderly ones.

- What can we do for you,
Mrs. Kandinski?
- I need protection.

- Protection?
- From whom? From what?

From my late husband.

- I see.
- You do?

My husband was more
than an escape artist.

He was more than a magician.

He studied the occult
for decades.

He devoted himself
to everything that was mystical.

That was his life.

It was never mine.

Over the years, there were... indiscretions.

He knew.

Some couples stay together
because of the children.

- We stayed because of the act.
- I still don't understand.

He never forgave me.

He swore yo me that,
as the crowning act
of his life,

- he would come back
from the dead and kill me.
- Talk about holding a grudge.

While he lived, I never gave him
the satisfaction of showing
I believed he could.

- You don't, do you?
- Tomorrow my husband
will be cremated.

Until then, I'd feel a lot
better knowing somebody
was watching the body.

- Watching the body?
- Watching the body.

Here's the address
of the mortuary.

He's already been prepared
for cremation.

Despite which,
and contrary to both the laws
of physics and biology,

you think the old boy's
gonna get a little antsy tonight

and decide
to stretch his legs anyway?

Let me put it to you
this way, Mr. Addison.

If asked, most people
would say they don't
believe in superstition.

Cracked mirrors,
the 13th floor.

Tell me, would you
walk underneath a ladder

if you didn't really have to?

$2,000 for one night's work.

- Are you game?
- Gamer. Downright gamey.

I'll let myself out,
thank you.

Welcome to Chiller Theater.

Welcome to a very distasteful
but very easy and very
short-term job.

Wait a second, wait a second.
Aren't you gonna tell me we
can't take this case?

- Why would I do that?
- I don't know.

- That's what you always do.
- Well, not this time.

For one thing, it's not a case.
There's no mystery.

A man is dead, a woman wants
someone to guard him.

- For another thing,
we could use the money.
- Now you're talking.

It's gonna be a long night.
Maybe we should go get
some sleep.

Wait a second, birthday girl.
I can handle this all by myself.

- David...
- One-night stands
are my specialty, Maddie.

Besides, it is your birthday.
I know you don't wanna
make a big deal of it--

- I wanna be there
tonight, David.
- That's crazy, it's nuts.

It's a job. Our job.

- I'll see you there at 8:30?
- Sounds that way.

My office is open in case
you have to use the phone.

I'll be back myself
in the morning about,
oh, 6 a.m.

The deceased is in here...
coffee machine is right
over there,

and the bathroom
is right down the hall.

Got any stakes
or wooden mallets, Artie?

This must seem
like a strange request.

I've had bodies guarded
for all kinds of reasons.

Sometimes they're buried
with expensive jewelry.

Sometimes a fan
wants a final keepsake
from a celebrity.

Sometimes a family member
has to be kept away
for one reason or another.

But it's true...
I've never had guards

just to be sure
that a body doesn't get up.

Well, it's time for me to go.
Good night.

Easy for you to say.

Birthday girl's first.

♪ Oh, the leg bone connected
to the knee bone ♪

♪ The knee bone connected
to the thighbone ♪

- ♪ The thighbone ♪--
- David.

Well, first things first.

- Wanna do the honors?
- What honors?

Inspect the merchandise,
check out the goods.

Make sure batteries
aren't included.

- Look inside?
- You rather him come out?

Gotta make sure
he's in there.

It's all right. It's all right.
Good news, no news.

- Then he's still--
- Dressed, yeah.

- But the night's still young.
- So what do we do now?

I don't know.

We could do this in shifts.

Of course, we are alone.
No chaperon.

Can I trust you to be good
when my eyes are closed?

I wonder if there's room
for two bodies in there.

Yah, but then we
have to take that one out.

- Tell you what, looks like
it's gonna be a long night.
- Looks like.

What do you say I go get us
a strong cup of mocha java?

- Sounds good.
- I'll bring two straws.

Hello.

David!

- David!
- You rang?

- David,
I really don't like this.
- You're right.

I can't let you go
in the cake. We're a little
pressed for time.

- I mean the whole thing.
- Humor me. Blow out the candles.

- David, we're in a mortuary.
- Exactly. Who you gonna offend?

Blow them out yourself.

No way, I gotta save my strength
for your wish.

David, I don't want any part
of this. Would you please turn
the lights back on?

Thank you.

Look, I'm sorry.
I just don't get it.

I mean, atmosphere aside,
this is a momentous occasion.

- This is your birthday.
- I'm gonna try and get
some sleep.

I mean, it happens
only once or so a year.

I wish I'd thought
to bring a pillow.

Here.

I mean, was the past year
really that bad?
It sure wasn't for me.

In fact, it was
a pretty terrific year for me.

I mean, I know
it's not my birthday
so this probably doesn't

mean that much to you anyway,
but in my opinion--

Shut up.

- Shut up?
- Shut up.

Relight the candles,
turn off the light,
and come sit next to me

so I have something
to lean on.

Whatever you say, boss.

And wipe that stupid grin
off your face.

This happens to be
the smartest grin I own.

And don't get any ideas.

I don't need to.
Brought plenty of 'em with me.

Happy birthday, Maddie.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Six a.m.!

Ohh!

Rise and shine.

You. Not him.

- So is the body still dead?
- I didn't hear any snoring.

Let me check under the hood.

What?

- I think the stiff stiffed us.
- What do you mean?

He's a light sleeper.
Take a look.

- David, he's gone!
- And so are we.

Maddie, why are we doing this?

David, we were hired
to do a job. We failed.

We have a responsibility
to inform our client.

We have
a responsibility
to protect our client.

She came to us because
she was scared of her husband.

Now, call me oversensitive,
but I do not think we should
walk into her house

first thing in the morning
and tell her he ceased
to be deceased.

Ceased to be deceased?
Who said he ceased
to be deceased?

How else are you gonna explain
a stiff taking a stroll?

David, there's a perfectly
logical explanation for
what went on last night.

A body exists. It's somewhere.
We just need the time
to find it, that's all.

And the only woman who can give
us that time is Mrs. Kandinski.

She's the client.
She has a right to know
what's going on.

Maddie, take a second
and put yourself in her shroud.

Mrs. Kandinski is prepping
for the Big C, cremation day.
Not the best of times.

Now you wanna tell her the guest
of honor won't be attending
his own roast?

- I suppose you
have a better idea?
- It just so happens I do.

- I'm all ears.
- Not from where I'm sitting.

- The idea.
- Lie.

- Lie?
- Yeah, lie. You know.

Fabricate a story.
Tell an untruth.

For my money the only sure-fire
M.O. in a bind like this.

- We are not lying.
- Okay, then leave out the truth.

Casket's sealed, shove it in
as-is. Oven's turned up high.

Ba-bing! The urn will
never know the difference.

- You're amazing.
- Just fell into place,
that's all.

David, we're
telling the truth.

Hey, it's your franchise.
I just work behind the counter.

David!

- You'll wake up the--
- The dead? Too late for that.

Yes?
- Mrs. Kandinski?

It's Madelyn Hayes
and David Addison.

Could we speak to you
for a moment, please?

- He's out, isn't he?
- Well, that's what we're here
to talk to you about.

He's out, isn't he?

- We're not sure how it happened.
- He did it.

He said he'd do it, and he did.

Mrs. Kandinski, I think
you're jumping to conclu--

He's coming back to kill me.

When you're right,
you're right.

Lying in this one
would've been a huge mistake.

- Where to next?
- Well, we've been to every
police station,

every hospital,
and every cemetery in town.

- Why not go home?
- David, we're not going
home until we locate this body.

- Maddie, we've been in
the same clothes for two days.
- David, Kandinski is dead.

Odds are, no matter what,
we smell better than he does.

I didn't mean to snap,
but you saw Mrs. Kandinski.
She was beside herself.

I feel we have a responsibility
to find her husband's dead body
and put her mind at ease.

- What if we can't?
- What do you mean,
"What if we can't"?

- What if there is no dead body?
- Is no dead body?

What if he did what he said
he was going to do?

You mean what if Kandinski
did come back from the dead?

Stranger things have happened.

- Not in my world.
- What? What are you saying?

You saying that you don't
believe that things can't happen
that are beyond explanation?

Don't laugh.

- What would you like me to do?
- Maddie, there are a lot
of things in this life

- that are inexplicable.
- Yeah, right, you and me
working together. Name another.

- You just won't even consider
the possibility, will you?
- What are you saying?

I'm saying we should at least
consider the possibility

that Kandinski might
make good on his threat.

- I don't believe
what I'm hearing.
- Instead of looking for him,

we should be
protecting his wife's.

How far are we
from the city morgue?

Club Med for the dead.

There are bodies
in all those drawers?

Check over on 606,
chop-chop.

- I'm Dr. Nealy.
Can I help you?
- I'm Madelyn Hayes,

and this is David Addison.
We're investigators.

We'd like to ask you a question
about Mr. Kandinski,
the magician.

- And that would be what?
- When you sent him
to the mortuary,

was he dead?

Was he dead? No.

He just checked in, had his
chest cracked open, his lungs
drained, his brain weighed,

and his stomach
emptied onto a table.

After that, he walked
out of here and caught a bus.

Hell, yes, he was dead.

- You wanna see the report?
- If you don't mind.

Are you from
the insurance company?

Actually we were
hired by his wife.
She wanted us to--

I mean, we were
supposed to watch the body
so it wouldn't... well...

- I don't know how to explain it.
- We're from the insurance company.

I see. Well, believe me,
Mr. Kandinski was deceased.

We're a very special
kind of doctor down here.

Nobody leaves
our offices alive.

I cut 'em, slap 'em on slides,
poke through 'em...

and in the end,
all I can do is bag 'em

- and send 'em out
to be planted.
- Think it was accidental?

Two hundred and fifty cc's
of that tank water in the lungs.

Aspirated some guacamole
from dinner. No drugs traceable.

Contusions about
the wrist, consistent with
the manacles he was wearing.

The stupid jackass drowned.

Nothing magic about that.

Now, I have pictures...
and a full report if you're
still not satisfied.

Thanks, I'll wait for the video.

Okay, I gotta go.

A rotor tore loose from
a helicopter at the airport
this morning.

Well, that narrows down
the possibilities.

I think I know
what the problem is.

We've been looking
for a man named Kandinski.

- Of course we have.
- Maybe that's been
our mistake all along.

- You've been smelling
too much formaldehyde.
- Excuse me.

You had any John Doe bodies
come in in the past 12 hours?

- Two.
- We'd like to see them.

- David, do we have to do this?
- Hey, when you go to the zoo,

you wanna look at all
the animals, don't you?

Here's your John Doe.

Whoops. That's a Jane.

Wrong. That's no Jane.

It's a Carolyn!

- Poor Mrs. Kandinski.
- Lucky Mrs. Kandinski.

- Lucky Mrs. Kandinski?
- As loaded as she was?

She's lucky she didn't
take somebody else with her
down that cliff.

I don't know.
Driving while intoxicated?
She just doesn't seem the type.

Trust me, Maddie.
You hear through the grapevine

somebody dead
is looking for you,

- you become the type.
- I don't know.

It's all too...
I don't know, circular.

One of the world's
best escape artists

fails to free himself
from a water tank and dies
while hundreds watch.

Two days later, his wife drives
off a cliff and into the ocean.

Cause of death in both cases, drowning.

Are you listening to me?

Um... no.

What do you mean, no?

I'm sorry. I was daydreaming.

I was having a fantasy
about sleeping in a bed.

How can you even think
about sleeping with so many
unanswered questions?

You gotta concentrate.

Maddie, look, I don't know
how to break this to you,

but the Kandinski case,
it's closed.

- Closed?
- Closed.

David, how can you say
the case is closed when
the client just turned up dead?

Yeah, well...

crazy as it seems,
I only work for live clients.

A habit I got into
when I started to eat.
I'm going home.

- Going home?
- Going home.

Look, Maddie, face it.
The Great Kandinski did it.

I don't know how,
but he did it.

He died, came back,
and took care of the one--

- That's ridiculous.
- That's amazing!

But that's what seems
to have happened.

I'm sorry, but I will never
be able to believe that.

You're forgiven. Will you
please tell me why you
cannot accept the fact

that there are things
that happen that no one
can understand?

Because that's not
how life works!

Oh, forgive me,
you know how life works?

I know how I think
life works, yes.

And behind every mystery,
behind every unexplained phenomenon,

there's usually a perfectly
logical explanation.

- Really?
- Really.

- Rainbows.
- Light refracted by moisture.

- The Bermuda Triangle.
- A myth and a hoax.

The '69 Mets.
A myth and a hoax.

Come on, Maddie, trust me.

There simply are things
that defy explanation.
I mean, God...

Well, there you go.
There's a good example, God.
God's a good example.

God defies explanation.

You believe in him.
Everybody believes in him.

Hello?

- Don't tell me.
- Then don't ask me.

- You don't--
- I warned you.

How can you not?

David, I don't think we wanna
have this discussion.

Oh, okay.

I get it. This is just
something you say, right?

This is just something
you say to people, right?

I mean, deep down...

deep, deep, deep down?

I don't believe you.

- What can I say?
I don't believe in--
- Don't say that!

- David!
- You don't have to say that.
Even if you think it.

What do you wanna say that for?
He might hear you.

All right, all right.
But what if you're wrong?
Cover yourself.

- What's it gonna hurt?
- I don't need to cover
myself, thank you.

How? How did this happen?

How did what happen?
I don't have a disease.

I have a difference of opinion.

Isn't that what our forefathers
founded this country for?

- You think so?
- Go home, David.

I need to think about
this case, and you don't
seem to wanna help me.

Yeah, but I don't wanna leave
you here by yourself, either.

I'll lock myself in.
I'll be fine.
No one'll hurt me.

No one will smite me.

Go home.

You sure?

- Hello?
- Back here.

Uh, I was wondering if there
was someone I could speak to
about a magic trick?

You can speak to me.

My name is Madelyn Hayes.

- I'm a detective.
- Abby. Abby Cadabra.

What trick did you wanna
talk about?

- Well, Mr. Cadabra--
- Abby.

Abby.

It's a trick
where the magician threatens

that after he dies he will
come back to life long enough

to kill someone
who has betrayed him.

- After he dies?
- After he dies.

Sounds like
a one-time-only trick.

I saw it happen, Abby.

He was in the coffin, hours
later the coffin was empty.

Hours after that, the person
he threatened was dead.

- That's some trick.
- It is a trick, isn't it?

It certainly
has all the makings.

Nothing new
in escaping from a box.
They've done that before.

And if the man wasn't really
dead in the first place--

But he was.
I mean, that's the tricky part.

I saw the coroner's report.

And the man I work with
saw the body with his own eyes.

What?

Wish I had a penny
for every time I've heard that.

But I did. He did.

If people didn't have eyes
to be sure with,

it wouldn't be so easy
to fool them.

We know what we saw.

Oh, sure you did.

Ah.

Like these two rings.

Solid, right?

Ah...

Or are they?

Of course they are.

You've seen it
with your own eyes.

So you're saying
I was tricked?

Oh, I'm sorry.
You were saying?

Fine, fine, fine.
Sleights of hand, false bottoms,

shills in the audience.

This man was dead.

Then maybe it was magic.

What do you mean, magic?

There's no such thing as magic.

Isn't there?

Someone taught you
how to do that,
and now you teach it.

Just like a carpenter passing
tricks of the trade to his son.

Secrets are passed,
when there are secrets to pass.

But sometimes, miss,
explanations are hard to find.

You mean explanations
that you or I can figure out.

I mean explanations
that anybody can figure out.

You know,
turn of the century,
there was a magician

who made playing cards fly,
right up to the ceiling
and back.

No one ever did know how.

Heard about a magician
named Animen once.

Used to catch
rifle bullets in his teeth.

Other magicians
thought they knew how.

All of them died
duplicating the trick.

I don't think there's
a magician alive

who won't admit
there's one trick
he doesn't understand.

That's why they call it magic.

Good afternoon, Miss DiPesto.
Mr. Addison in?

Lunch.

As soon as he's back,
send him into my office.

And until then,
I don't wish to be disturbed.

Fine, Miss Hayes.

Miss Hayes?

- She in yet?
- Yes, but--

Not now.

- Answer something
for me, will you?
- Fine. Answer something for me.

- Shoot.
- I wish I could.
Was the Great Kandinski

dead when you looked at him
in his coffin?

- What?
- You saw him. Was he dead?

Hey, does butter fly?
Does a picket fence?

- David, I want you to think.
- Just like that?

Come on, Maddie.
You heard that coroner.

If he wasn't dead
when he got to that morgue,

he sure was dead
when he left.

Damn, I wish we could
find that body. Lord.

Which brings me to my question.
About what we were discussing
last night.

- God.
- There you go.

What did he ever do to you?

- I'll put it another way.
- What difference does it make?

- I'm gonna go
talk to that coroner.
- What difference does it make?

- All the difference
in the world, that's all.
- Not to me.

- What about me? I didn't
sleep a wink last night.
- Buy a nightlight.

- I spent the whole night
tossing and turning...
- Mr. Addison? Miss Hayes?

- ...turning and tossing,
worrying about your soul.
- My sole?

- Your soul.
- My sole's fine. Both of 'em.

- Excuse me, Miss Hayes.
- I don't get it.

- Keep this up
and I'll give it to you.
- I mean, if anyone anywhere

ever had a reason not only to
believe but to be thankful...

I mean, he's given you beauty.
He's given you brains.

He's given you me!

Addison!
Let me out of this door!

Ugh!

See what happens when
you tick off the big guy?

Maybe you'd like to rethink
your position.

Although... actually, this is
a rather interesting position.

Keep your hands off me.

Be careful what you wish for.
Might come true.

- Now, if you'll excuse me.
- But, Miss Hayes--

Miss DiPesto, I don't
have time right now.

I'm going to find
the Great Kandinski's body--

by myself,
dead or alive!

Be easier to do
if you're alive.

But, Miss Hayes, I think
someone already beat you to it.

"Dead magician robs jeweler
and dies in fall"?

Interesting development.

This office was made
aware of the body's discovery

shortly after 3 a.m.
this morning.

I personally performed
the autopsy and determined

the time of death to be
between midnight and 2 a.m.

Mr. Kandinski appeared
to have fallen from the side

of the Jewelry Exchange
Building on 7th Street,

falling some seven floors
to his death

after having penetrated
the vault at the site.

An experienced aerial acrobat
as well as a magician,

it appears that Mr. Kandinski
slipped and fell,

the bag of jewels he stole
falling into the street
and down a rain gutter.

As to the matter of
Mr. Kandinski's first death,

it would appear that someone
in this office

one of our 11 examiners,
falsified Mr. Kandinski's

work papers
and death certificate.

At this time, we're working
under the assumption

that this was done
in return for money

or perhaps an interest
in this morning's robbery.

We do not know
which of our examiners
falsified these papers,

although I assure you,
a thorough internal
investigation will take place

and criminal charges
will be pressed.

That's all the information
I have at this time,
ladies and gentlemen.

Dr. Nealy, are we looking
at a possible connection

between Kandinski's falsified
death and that of his wife?

I think that's a question
for the district attorney's
office,

not the coroner's office.

However, I think it's fair to
say that Mrs. Kandinski's death

will now be reinvestigated
as a possible homicide.

Excuse me.

- Well, I guess that's that.
- Guess so.

Amazing. He really thought
he'd get away with it.

Fake his own death so he'd
be free to murder, steal.

The only thing to figure out
is which of these bio majors

was in cahoots with him,
which ain't our problem.

Either of you got a match?
- Marie Osmond and Billy Graham?

Boy, is this gonna be a fun
place to work until they
find that guy.

- Who you picking in the exacta?
- Beats me.

- But you know what
I don't understand?
- Logarithms?

What, you understood those?

Remember when
I showed you that John Doe

that turned into
a Jane Doe?

- Carolyn Kandinski?
- Yeah.

I don't know what she was doing
being a Jane Doe.

Nealy knew who she was.

She'd been in here
to see him about three
or four hours earlier.

- No kidding?
- No kidding.

Another thing,
she came in DOA-DWI.

Day?

No, DOA. Oh.

She was also DWI.
Ooh!

I gotta tell you,
it doesn't make sense.

'Cause when she was in earlier,
she seemed stone-cold sober
to me.

Hmm...

Hmm.

So Mrs. Kandinski went to see
Nealy after she found out

her husband's body had
disappeared from the coffin.

- I wonder why.
- Probably for the same reason
we did.

- To make sure the old boy
was really down for the count.
- I wonder what he said to her.

Well, whatever it was,
it must've made an impression

'cause the lady went out
and got lit right after.

- At least according to Nealy.
- What do you mean,
"according to Nealy"?

I don't know what I mean.

I don't know how a man
could not recognize someone

he spent time with
three hours earlier.

Take it from a guy who knows.
Some people look different

laying down than they do
sitting up.

- Unless we've got it backwards.
- Us? Can't be.

Or is that: "Can't be. Us?"

Maybe Nealy
didn't say something
to upset Mrs. Kandinski.

- Maybe Mrs. Kandinski said
something to upset Nealy.
- So he killed her?

And made it look like
an accident.

No one could second-guess him,
he's the coroner.

And if anyone
did suspect murder--

The most likely suspect
would be her not-so-late
husband?

- I'm turning the car around.
- Let's turn this car around.

Wait a second, don't we need
30 guys to spin the road
and one guy to hold the car?

Dr. Nealy, we're all closed up.
You gonna be much longer?

Uh, you go ahead.
I've got something I've
got to attend to before I go.

All right.
See you in the morning.

Were you going somewhere,
Dr. Nealy?

What the hell
are you doing in there?

Waiting for you.

David.

Waiting for me? Why?

There are some things
we want to ask you.

David...

Ask me? Like what?

Like whose idea was it?
Yours or Kandinski's?

David, are you in there?

You mean faking
Kandinski's death?

He came to me.

Said he wanted to pull off
the greatest trick of all time.

Needed to fake
a death certificate.

I told him,
"Not for all the tea in China."

But then he came up
with half the jewels in L.A.

David,
why aren't you out here?

Maddie, I'm stuck.

- Stuck?!
- Stuck.

And the whole thing
would've worked, too.

If only his wife hadn't realized
that he wasn't really dead.

You killed her?
David...

People shouldn't drive
after they've been injected
with alcohol.

Over here.
- David?

You killed Kandinski, too,
didn't you?

You made sure he fell
during the burglary.

Forgive me. But I have
this penchant for neatness.

Bull's-eye!

You were very good.
I was very impressed.

For crying out loud,
what took you so long?

I'm sorry, I was having
a terrific conversation with
a couple of the boys back here.

Matter of fact, we're
thinking of going to see
a Dead concert. You wanna come?

- I'm out of here.
- So what else is new?

How long you gonna
stick around?

As long as it takes. Why?

Don't you ever get scared?

Worried?
Being here all alone.

- No.
- Oh.

God bless you.

Or whoever.

Well...

- Hey.
- Yes?

For what it's worth,
it's crossed my mind.

- What's that?
- The possibility.

You don't have to say that
on my account.

I'm not saying it
on your account.
I'm saying it...

just as a point
of information.

I don't want you losing
any more sleep over me.

Believe me, if and when
I ever find myself over you,

the last thing I'll be thinking
about is sleeping.

Besides...
you're already covered.

I put a good word in
for you myself.

- You did?
- No big deal.

Are you saying
you prayed for me?

No, not prayed. I just...

I never had a guy
pray for me before.

What are you doing?
You making fun of me?

I'm not making fun of you.

- Well, don't.
- I wouldn't.

Anyway, I just wanted you
to know it crossed my mind.

And I just wanted you
to know that...

you know, everybody's
gotta decide for themselves.

I just figured as long
as I had the big guy's ear--

No, I appreciate that.

Well, I should get going.
Open or closed?

Open.

Good night.

Night.

David! I think I'll
walk down with you.

David!

♪ Some walk by night ♪

♪ Some fly by day ♪

♪ Nothing could change you ♪

♪ Set and sure of the way ♪

♪ There is the sun and moon ♪

♪ They sing
their own sweet tune ♪

♪ Watch them when dawn is due ♪

♪ Sharing one space ♪

♪ We'll walk by night, babe ♪

♪ We'll fly by day ♪

♪ Moonlighting strangers ♪

♪ Who just met on the way ♪