All language subtitles for Moonlighting S02E15 (1986) WEB-DL 1080p [Ukr_Eng] [Hurtom]_Track04

♪ 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 ♪

Hold the elevator, please!

Whew! Thank you.

♪ Monday, Monday felt
good to me ♪

♪ Monday morning, it was
all I hoped it would be ♪

Good morning, everybody.

Good morning,
Miss Hayes.

I love Mondays.

We know.

Mr. Addison here?

David, it's...

Maddie.

Mr. Addison isn't in?

Oh, he's in.

The problem is,
he might be out.

Excuse me?

Good morning!

- Good morning?
- I'll be the judge of that.

He's all yours.

- David.
- I know that name.

David, what are you
doing down there?

I think I was aiming
for the chair and I missed.

Ow!

Low ceilings.
I hate that.

This is so much
easier with you around.

- Whoa!
- Oh!

Bet you'd cut
my food up great too.

David, who or what

is responsible for this?

- This?
- This.

This condition you're in.

No one thing.

No one person.

- It was great.
- It was or they were?

All of the above.
And below.

- You're disgusting.
- Ow!

- You mad?
- Mad? Mad?

If I calm down,
I'll be mad.

Look at yourself.

I never could understand
how to do that.

Ow! Ah!

- Maddie.
- You enjoy
undermining me, don't you?

- Ma-- Maddie.
- I'm trying to run a business.

- In a businesslike way.
- Maddie.

And you show up
looking like a landfill!

Stop that, will you?

I'm sorry.

I'll clean it all up.

Soon as the blood
rushes back in my head.

You should be
ashamed of yourself.

For what?
For having a weekend?

- A weekend?
- Yeah, a weekend.

You remember.
Saturday and Sunday.

The time between
work and more work.

Two days of
Dionysian delights,

Bacchanalian binges.

The time when you go out
looking for happiness

and end up hunched
over somebody else's
toilet. The weekend.

Well, that may be your idea of
a weekend, but it's not mine.

Look at you.
How are you gonna work today?

Uh, relax. It only
hurts when I banter.

Maddie, look.

All I gotta do is zip,
tuck, comb, and shave.

I will be the same old David
you've known and loved.

Is that a promise
or a threat?

Come on, Maddie,
give me a break.

So I had
a rough weekend.

So I went to Vegas.

- Hit it a little hard.
- A little hard?

The real trouble
began when I met

the topless tuba player
from Des Moines.

I don't wanna hear this.

She had set of lungs on her
that wouldn't quit.

David, I have more
important things to do.

She wanted me to come up
to her room with her.

Miss DiPesto, do you know
the number of the weather?

But you know me.

I had to marry her first.

- You what?
- Not to worry.

Had it annulled
in the morning.

Bell captains can
do that, can't they?

- Gotcha!
- Did not.

- Gotcha. Gotcha.
- Did not. Did not.

- Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha.
- Did not, did not, did not.

- Did not.
- Gotcha.

You know what's
really sad?

The last 10 minutes
of Lassie Come Home.

- That you feel this need.
- I feel lots of needs.

Could you be
more specific?

This need to prove
to everyone and yourself

that you can go out,
drink like a fish,

get no sleep,
indulge in narcissistic
self-destruction--

That's me. Narcissistically
self-destruct 'til you puke.

- Like you were still some kid.
- What's that mean?

What do you
think it means?

David, you're
a grown man.

Look at you, acting
like you were still 19

- and can get away with it.
- Get away with it?

Get away with what?

There's nothing
that I could do at 19
that I cannot do today.

- Except recover.
- Recover?

Recover.
Look at yourself.

You think this is all
terribly cute, don't you?

Well, I find it
terribly pathetic.

David, you're a grown man.
Not a schoolboy.

- Really?
- Really.

I wonder who that could be.

My truant officer,
no doubt.

- Is this a bad time?
- I've had better.

- What is it, Miss DiPesto?
- There's a man's outside
to see you.

I knew this would happen.

Now he's gonna see you
looking like that.

Put your attitude in park.

I'll slip into something
less comfortable.

Wait.

You ought to see this man
as soon as possible.

Why is that?

- Hello, I'm Madelyn Hayes.
- David Addison.

My name is...
Lawrence Everette.

This is
my daughter, Amy.

Wait outside, dear.

Miss Hayes.
Mr. Addison.

I'm 90 years old.

Born on
the 4th of July, 1896.

My first memory is
as a little boy,

what must have been
New Year's Eve.

My family had taken me
to a special dinner
in Baltimore.

And I remember
there being a sudden
pandemonium outside.

The clock must have
struck midnight.

People shouting
and screaming,

thrilled and terrified.

We had been delivered

to the 20th century.

I remember
the first time

I saw
an electric lightbulb.

The first time I saw
an airplane in the sky.

I served
in World War I.

I served again
in World War II.

I was married
for 47 years.

I have
three children.

They have children.

Their children
have children.

And their children
have children.

I have lived a life.

Mr. Everette, I'm afraid
I don't understand.

I've come to you

because a murder is going
to take place tonight.

And you must be there
before it happens.

Mr. Everette, isn't this
a matter for the police?

Oh, no.

They'd stop it.

I don't want it stopped.

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

You don't?
Say something.

Certainly. Mr. Everette,
if you don't mind my asking,

just who is it
that's being murdered?

Me.

- You?
- You?

Me.

Mr. Everette, I don't
think we can help you.

Understand me,
young lady.

I want to die.

I'm supposed to die.

I've lived a long life.

Instead, people
I don't know

are working furiously

to forestall a destiny

I don't wish them
to forestall.

Machines clean my blood.

Machines pump my heart.

Machines push air
into my lungs.

It's not a miracle.

It's a horror.

Every morning,
I wake up in pain.

Every breath I take
is an effort.

It gets worse each day.

But thanks to science,

why, hell,

they tell me

I can live another
three or four years.

Mr. Everette,
I sympathize, but--

I understand
your hesitation.

I still
don't understand.

Just what is it
you want us to do?

I need a reliable
witness to a crime.

You're both trained
observers, are you not?

- Well--
- Yes, we are.

Fine. I've already
found someone

sympathetic to
my situation.

A man who understands
what has to be done.

Matter of turning one knob.

Tonight,
at five past eight,

he will enter my room

at the Golden Hour
Nursing Home.

He will do
as I have asked.

At 8:07...

he will leave.

The deed will be done.

He will
never be found.

And you need us to...

To be in the rest home
when it happens.

To watch him leave,

to go into the room,

and document that
someone murdered me.

The clues will be obvious.

You'll have to describe it
all to the authorities.

- But, Mr. Everette, why?
- Why?

Because I can't sit by
while every penny I have,

every penny my children
have coming to them,

is used up to
prolong my pain.

I have an insurance policy.

It won't pay off
for suicide.

I only regret that I
require anyone's help.

I'll have told
the nurses

I'm expecting
an investigator

who's helping
to arrange my affairs.

That's why Amy believes

she brought me here
this morning.

I'm in the process of
selling everything anyway.

The bastards
keep you alive

so they can drain you
of every nickel.

I know you'll
want some time.

Talk it over.

There's $25,000
in that folder

for waiting
in a hallway.

Call me if you want to
help me do what's right.

Now...

if you'll help me out.

- Well?
- Well?

How do you want to
handle this?

Well, what I like to do
is get the bathroom

good and steamy,
my beard nice and soft,

my razor clean and sharp.

And then close
my eyes and shave.

No, I mean this.

I just didn't have the heart
to give it all back to him

right there
in the office.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

Are you saying you
already made your mind up?

You like 'em?
I was thinking of getting
a pair with pockets.

- I don't know why I came
in here. I'll just send these
- Wait a second. Wait a second.

- back to him by messenger,
and that'll be that.
- You came in here to talk to me,

and I think we should
talk about this. Now.

I'm sorry, but I cannot
have a serious conversation

with a man
dressed in those.

- Want me to slip 'em off?
- Look, let's just
get this over with.

For once, I can't imagine
that we disagree.

Disagree? Us?

- You and I, yes.
- Us.

Obviously, we cannot accommodate
this poor little man.

Oh.

What does that "oh" mean?

That "Oh" means that it's
not that obvious to me.

And I'm sorry, but I didn't
see any poor little old man.

Well, what would you
call Mr. Everette?

Clearly, the man
has given up hope.

I don't know. Looks like
he's fighting back to me.

I don't believe this.

- You want to
help him, don't you?
- I'm not saying that.

All I am saying is
if you look at the man
that came in here

and said, "Here is a man
who has no cards to play,

a man who's trying to fold
his hand, a man who's trying

cash in his chips,"
then you missed the point.

- I did?
- You did.

Maddie, don't you see?
The guy just pulled
an ace out of his sleeve.

And he's gonna win
the pot for his kids.

And quicker than you can
say "Amarillo Slim,"

he's gonna take
the "A" train to forever.

You think
it's a good idea.

I think
it has merit.

David, he's talking
about murder.

By choice, Maddie. He wants
to quit before he gets fired.

- It's wrong!
- Says who? Says you?

At the ripe old age of 35,
you're gonna decide for a man

who's lived almost
a century what's
right and what's wrong?

I am not gonna
be a party to this.

I am not going to help him.
And neither are you.

Nobody says a word.

Roll back to
"And neither are you."

I've already called
the messenger service,

so if you'll just put
all this in an envelope.

Yes, ma'am.

- I'm talking to you.
- No, you're trying
to talk to me,

but I have no interest
in talking to you.

And since I'm the boss,
that presents a problem.

- What?
- Boss. Remember that word?

That's what I am.
I own this place.

And you know
what that means?

That means I get to decide
what gets done around here

and how it gets
done around here.

- Oh, really?
- Yes, really.

Haven't been doing
that for a while.

Been letting you
charm me into things

for a couple of months.

But that's changing.

I'm making
the decisions now,

and you know
what I've decided?

Um, give me a clue.

I don't appreciate
your cavalier attitude

towards your appearance
in my place of business.

- Oh, you don't?
- No, I don't.

You know, there's
an old expression:

"You don't dress
for who you are,

you dress for who
you want to be."

Do you really want to
be Soupy Sales?

- Wait a second!
- No, you wait a second!

This is my place of business.
I make the decision here.

What this man wants
to do is euthanasia.

Euthanasia?
Do you know what that is?

Yeah, it's some charity
for kids from Vietnam, right?

It's murder,
and I'm against it.

And since you work
for me, that's that.

- You're against it.
- I'm against it.

- You're against it.
- That's right.

- So you don't
want us to help him?
- That's right.

- But you're not gonna
anything to stop him either.
- What's that mean?

If you're so damn horrified,
call the police. Go ahead.

Tell them what he told us. You
know a murder's gonna happen.

Why don't you stop it
before it happens?

Can't quite get
up for that, huh, boss?

- Because it's--
- Because you're a hypocrite.

As long as the blood's
on somebody else's hands,

that's fine,
as long as it's
not on yours, right?

- That's not it at all.
- That's it precisely.

It's so easy for you
to sit here and judge

the one option
this man has.

And what is that
supposed to mean?

Every morning
when the alarm goes off,

we have options,
you and I.

Thousands of them.
What to do, where to go,

who to see,
what to eat.

Routine to you and me.

Then there's somebody
like Mr. Everette.

This man has
one option. One.

But that's not an option.
That's decided for you.

By whom? By what?
By providence?

Or by the man
with the machine

that keep the heart
beating and lungs blowing?

It's a noble thing
to prolong life.

No argument.
But this man has
already lived a life.

That doesn't change the fact
that was this man is doing

is murder,
is fraud, is wrong.

Look.

You know how I feel.

You do this,
you do this without me.

I don't wanna know about it.
I don't wanna hear about it.

This agency, my agency,
is not involved.

So, that's it, huh?

You give an order, and
I'm supposed to follow it.

Yeah, something like that.

Fine.

Well... excuse me, boss.
I'm gonna home
and get some sleep.

I got something
to do tonight.

- You do?
- Yes, I do.

♪ There's a ghost in my house ♪

♪ Creepin' in my bed ♪

♪ Goin' through my things ♪

♪ Makin' me feel
better off dead ♪

♪ I can hear it turnin' ♪

♪ Oh what have I gotta do ♪

Excuse me, sir?

I'm sorry, sir,
but no one

is allowed inside
without signing in.

I'm here to see Mr. Everette.
Would you happen to know
if anyone else signed in

- to see him tonight?
- Well, no, I only came on

two seconds before
you came in the door.

Sir!

The pen must've
been out of ink.

No need to hurry.
Mr. Everette's going to be
with us for a long time.

Mr. Everette?

Mr. Everette,
I know I'm early.

I can't.

And I don't think
you should, either.

Mr. Everette.

Mr. Everette.

Nurse!

Nurse, come on!

Mr. Everette.

Nurse. Hey, nurse!
Someone!

I think we got
a man dying in here.

Nurse!

What are you doing?

Oh, my God.

You've killed him.

It's okay.

Look.

I know you said you didn't
want to be a part of this.

I know you said
that you--

you didn't want
to be a party to it.

I know you said...

this was a case that you didn't
feel any responsibility for.

- David, what happened?
- That this was gonna

a tough one to walk into
and walk out of.

I know you said all that.

- I know how you feel,
and I know--
- What happened?

I feel funny coming
to you now...

and saying to you
what I'm about to say.

- But--
- Would you tell me
what happened?

- I killed him.
- What are you saying?

I'm saying I killed him.

Listen, you didn't
kill him.

I don't agree
with what you did,
but you didn't kill him.

You just didn't...
save him.

No.
No, that's not it.

I did it.

I killed the man.

- I don't understand.
- There's nothing to understand.

The plan worked.

The man is dead. Gone.

The plug is out
of the, uh, socket.

I just happened to be
the guy who tripped over
the cord, that's all.

I went to
the nursing home.

Got there
a little early.

I wanted to give Mr. Everette
the witness that he wanted.

I really thought...

that what he was doing

was what he really
needed to do.

That he'd seen
one too many birthdays.

He had a right
to blow out the last
candle for himself.

I couldn't
go through with it.

So... I go to his room
and tell him.

He's not mov--
he's not moving.

So I go over
to the machine

to make-- to make sure
it's on, and I turn--

I turn the knob on the
machine, nothing happens.

I turn...

David.

I feel like...

like I have this
hole in my belly.

Nothing there.

Just cold air
rushing through.

You didn't mean to do it.
It was an accident.

You have to go
to the police.

- Tell them.
- Tell them what?
Tell them what?

That a man came into
my office and asked me

to witness
his own murder?

Then a funny thing happened

on the way to the scene
of the crime?

- It isn't that black and white.
- Isn't it?

I'm a detective, Maddie.

I know a little bit
about what convicts
a person of a crime.

Fingerprints,

prior association
with the deceased,

an eyewitness who saw me
crouching over the dead body.

So, what are you gonna do?

Oh, God.

I better get the door.

Yes, who is it?

Madelyn Hayes, Lieutenant
Tappia, police department.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions.

I'm, uh, sorry to bother you
this hour of the evening.

Morning.
You have a partner at

the Blue Moon Detective
Agency, a David Addison?

- Yes.
- You wouldn't happen

to know where he is,
would you?

- Right now?
- Tonight, right now.

Well, he could be anywhere.
Is something the matter?

Police business.

Mr. Addison was at
the Golden Hour Rest Home

this evening
about 8:00.

- Was he there on business?
- Business?

Business. See a client,
investigate a case?

I'm sorry. You'll have to
ask Mr. Addison about that.

I'd like to.

- A man died there tonight.
- Died?

Mr. Lawrence Everette.

Did Mr. Everette have any
connection with Blue Moon?

90-year-old man,

wheelchair, oxygen tank?

Had an early morning
appointment with you

which his daughter
said he kept.

Oh, yes.

You know...

I have
an 88-year-old father

not in the best
of health either.

I know how I'd feel if
someone turned off his oxygen,

stood there, and watched
while he suffocated.

That's one someone
I'd plan to find.

That's why I'd like
to talk with Mr. Addison.

My guess is he'd
be a lot of help.

Good night,
Miss Hayes.

David, I just lied
to a police detective--

David?

David.

Hey.

David.

That's me.

In the flesh.

Trust me.
It's flesh.

It's just hidden
under an inch of scum.

What are you doing?

Where did you
end up last night?

Here and there.
Here mostly.

Tried going back
to my place, but I guess
the Police Benevolent League

had their annual ball
in my building. The place was
crawling with black-and-whites.

You could have
stayed at my place.

I don't think so.
I heard you lie to that guy.

I didn't want you
to have to do that.

I wanted to do it.

David, I want to help.

- You're acting like a fugitive.
- Maddie, I am a fugitive.

- I don't believe that.
- It doesn't matter
what you believe.

- Look, I didn't want to
leave without telling--
- Leave?

That's it, huh?
Break into a person's house,

break into a person's life,

tell her you may have
killed a man, and then,

"Adios.
I'll handle it myself"?

Maddie, I don't have
a lot of choices.

Oh, yeah?
Well, can't do that, David.

I can't let you do that.
You can't just go. There's
too many unanswered questions.

- Maddie, look--
- What about the man
Everette hired?

- The man who was
supposed to do the job?
- Probably showed up on time,

- heard the commotion,
and got the hell out.
- You don't know that.

You can't know that.
What if he was early? What if--

Maddie, listen to me. I am
the one they're looking for.

I am the one who caused
Mr. Everette's death.

- Don't go.
- Gotta go.

- Don't--
- Don't go. Gotta go.

Maddie.

I'm really sorry things
turned out like this.

Yeah. Me too.

Well.

Well.

Well.

Will I ever hear
from you again?

What's that mean?

I mean...

Are you gonna write?
Are you gonna call?

Maddie, I'm not
going away to camp.
I'm going underground.

You don't write or call
when you're underground.

At least not while
you're down there.

Years later, when you
come up from underground,

then you write.

Big book,
becomes a big movie.

But you don't write
while you're down there.

I'll call.
I'll write.

Come here, stupid.

It's okay.

It's okay.

- I'll be just fine.
- It's not that.

- What then?
- You smell awful.

Hey, I didn't mean it.
Come here.

Hey, I was only kidding.
Come here.

- What was that?
- Um, what was what?

That, that.

Weren't you here?
What we just did, what was that?

I don't know.
I didn't do it.

You tell me.
What was that?

What do you mean,
"You tell me"?

It wasn't me.
It was you.

- I didn't do it.
You did it.
- I did not do it.

- Well, I did not do it.
- Well...

if you did not do it
and I did not do it, I guess

It didn't happen.

Well.

Well.

Gotta go.

Okay, go.

I'll call, write.

Write, call.

Bye.

Bye.

I'll tell you,
it doesn't surprise me

the family putting
somebody on this.

Strange case as it is.

Of course,
it's not that strange.

Place like this,
you get used to

people dropping out
all the time.

Never have had one
get murdered, though.

We're not supposed
to let anyone in.

It's been sealed up ever since
they carted the old man away.

I understand.

What the hell?
A lot of things
I can do with 100 bucks.

Besides, it's not
like I knew the guy.

Just one less bedpan
to empty, you know?

Don't forget, this place
is out of bounds.

Don't touch nothing, okay?

Not even the light switch.

Morning, Miss Hayes.
Missed you at your office.

Thought you might
show up here.

Since no one was in,
I took a little look.

Seems someone
was in and out

of your partner's office
in a hurry last night.

Drawers left open,

a light switch on
in the bathroom.

Of course,
I could be wrong.

Your partner still
hasn't been in touch?

Nothing's changed
since last night.

Too bad.

That makes my job
a little harder.

See, I got the prints back
from forensics this morning

for the knob
on the respirator.

They belong to
your Mr. Addison.

A warrant for his arrest.

For the murder
of Lawrence Everette.

That being the case,

I'm sure
you will be in touch

as soon as you have
something to tell me.

The slippers!

Who is it?

Miss Everette, it's Maddie
Hayes. I have to talk to you.

Miss Everette, I know
it's 3:00 in the morning,

but believe me,
it's very important.

Please.

I'm sorry about your father.

Are you?

Of course. That's why
I have to talk to you.

I think we could
help each other.

Help each other?

Miss Everette...

why didn't your father
tell anyone he could walk?

You were saying?

Miss Everette,
I'm curious why a person
who could still walk

would choose to constrain
himself in a wheelchair

and keep it a secret
from everyone around him.

Am I allowed to ask you
who told you that?

Of course. Nobody.

- Then how did you know?
- I didn't.

I think it's time
for you to go.

Ms. Everette, I was in your
father's room this morning

and I happened to notice
his slippers on the floor,

near his bed,
facing his bed.

The way a person might leave
them if he had walked up to it

and taken them off
before climbing in.

Please, uh, Miss Hayes,
I am not interested
in slippers.

My father has
just passed away.

Miss Everette,
wouldn't a person

in a wheelchair
be facing the other way?

And wouldn't the same
be true for his slippers
when he took them off?

Please, Miss Hayes.

My father has just
been murdered.

I think your father
just committed suicide.

Miss Everette,
he wanted to die.

He came to our office
and asked us to be
witnesses to his death.

I think what he
really wanted

was someone to blame
for his death.

Please leave now,
Miss Hayes.

I do not wish to
discuss this any further.

David didn't go into
that room to kill him.

He went in to save him.

I don't expect you
to admit anything to me,

but you have to understand,
if your father could walk--

Please!

I know it's
been difficult.

I know you've lost someone
who meant a great deal to you.

I'm losing someone too.

I'm looking for
Lieutenant Tappia.

It's open.

Lieutenant, excuse me.
We have to talk.

Miss Hayes.

This is your lucky day.
I'm usually not here--

Lieutenant, Lawrence
Everette could walk.

- What are you saying?
- I'm saying Lawrence
Everette could walk.

I'm saying that
that 90-year-old man,

who was very sick,
who wanted to die,

probably got up, walked
over to that machine,

and turned
the knob himself.

Is this a fact
or a theory?

His daughter
saw him walk.

The day before he died,

she went to
see him unannounced.

She saw him walk
from his dresser
back to his bed

and climb in
by himself.

It wasn't easy,
but he did it.

When she asked him
about it, he got angry,

denied it had
ever happened.

Forensics.

She didn't know
what he was planning.

That he was hiding
the fact he could walk.

That he wanted his suicide
to look like murder.

It's Tappia.
Tell Levitar I want

Lawrence Everette's
life-support
equipment re-dusted.

I'm looking for
a second set of prints.

If all this pans out...

you can tell your partner
to come in out of the cold.

I'd like to, Lieutenant.

Los Angeles Times?

Chicago Tribune?

New York Times?

Classified, please.

Classified?

I'd like to place an ad
in the Personals.

Yes, Personals.
All caps.

All caps.

"David A.

Please come home.

All is well.

We love you.

And miss you.

Maddie.

Maddie.
Maddie.

Thank you, I'll send
the check right out.

It's okay.

Oh, I knew you were
gonna say that.

Okay. All right.
I admit it.

I ran into
some trouble.

Going underground
is not as easy as I
thought it was gonna be.

I mean, it's not like you
can ask anybody directions.

I'm getting
the hang of it, though.

Like yesterday.

Hitched a back road
to the edge of town.

- Mm-hmm.
- Had a conversation

- with a skinny dog.
- Mm-hmm.

Opened a can of beans
with my teeth.

- Hm?
- All right.
It was a bag of beans.

- Mmm.
- After dinner, I went down

to the railroad tracks
to hop a freight train.

- Mm-hmm.
- It was okay.

None of the other vagabonds
would talk to me, though.

Found out you're not supposed
to eat your beans before
you hop the freight train.

- Mm-hmm.
- Anyway, everything
was rolling along,

then the train stopped.

End of the line.

Vegas.

I'm broke, Maddie.

Say something,
will you?

Oh, David!

Does that mean
you'll give me the money?

Hello.

- So, safe and sound.
- Not even a scratch.

- It's good to have you back.
- Good to be back.

- Well.
- Well.

When you get done,
come into my office,

and I'll catch you up
on a few things.

Will do.

- Maddie.
- David.

Mediocre minds think alike.

You first.

Well, it wasn't really
anything important.

I just wanted to...

- What did you?
- Me? No, I just...

sort of wanted to say, um...

- You first.
- No, you first.

Okay. All right.

About the garage.

- Well?
- Well, what?

Well, that is
what you came back
in here to talk about.

- Isn't it?
- No. What about the garage?

Nothing about the garage.

It was a farewell hug.
A goodbye kiss.

Just happened to be
a false alarm, that's all.

Next time
I leave you forever,

you won't have to
go to the trouble

because you have
credit for this one.

And that's what
you wanted to say?

That's what I
wanted to say.

Okay. Fine.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

wait a second.
What did you
come in here to say?

Me, say?

You, say.

Well, it was really
pretty much the same thing.

Oh.

Yeah, well...

I'll see you in my office
in a couple minutes.

Yeah.

See you.

♪ 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 ♪