All language subtitles for Moonlighting S02E17 (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 ♪

Hello?

Bonsoir,
Monsieur Clements?

English, please. English.

Uh, Mr. Clements, we have just
received word from Los Angeles.

There has been
an automobile accident.

Mrs. Clements is dead.

You're supposed to talk to me.

Who is it you
want killed?

Me.

What's the matter?
You sick or somethin'?

Yes, I'm sick.

Did you bring the money?

Listen, uh...

Today is Tuesday.

I need some time
to get my affairs in order.

- I'd like it not
to happen until Friday.
- I'll tell him.

And I don't care where,
I don't care when.

In fact,
I don't even want to know.
I just need until Friday.

I'll tell him.

Trust me, everything about
this litigation is pro forma.

- Uh... Roger?
- Alan.

Jill is just trying to find
the file with your will in it.

/-Um, just-- just a few minutes.
- Fine, thank you.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Roger, what's wrong?

Blue Moon Investigations.
Are you being watched?

Are you being bugged?
Just give us a call,
and we'll find the thug.

Whoever is your peeping Tom,
Dick, or John,

we won't quit
until he is gone.

Yes. I am wearing
a pale green dress.

How did you know?

You're watching me?

Right now?

Hello? Hello?

- Morning, Miss DiPesto.
- Morning, Miss Hayes.

- Is Mr. Addison in yet?
- About 20 minutes now.

Hold all his calls
for the next couple
of minutes, will you?

David!

- Miss DiPesto, I can't
find him anywhere.
- Hi, Mr. Addison.

- Hi, Miss DiPesto.
- David!

- Maddie!
- I was just looking for you.

You were? What a coincidence.
Here I am!

- Is there any way we can talk?
- What if we use
mouths and tongues?

Your office.

No putting one over on you.
That is my office.

- I need a favor.
- Done.

- What do you mean "done"?
- I mean whatever you need,
it's done.

Whatever favor
you want, you got it.

Don't you want to
hear what it is first?

- Okay, but I don't need to.
- You don't need to?

No. I can't think of
anything you'd want

- that I wouldn't
want to help you with.
- It involves a wedding.

Actually, a thought
does come to mind.

I have a cousin
in Chicago.

She's getting married
for the second time.

- Oh, your cousin.
- I can't tell you what it's like

- to go to a family
wedding alone.
- Wait a second.

You get introduced to everyone
there who's male, single,

- and can still breathe.
- Are you--

- They always make sure
you catch the bouquet.
- You want me--

And I have yet to meet
a photographer who didn't think
I had terrific bone structure,

and haven't I always
wanted to model

for some tasteful,
highly artistic nudes?

- I don't believe it.
- So, what I was wondering was...

if I could get
you to take me.

I'd be delighted.

- What?
- Well, I'd rather
you weren't delighted.

- Weren't delighted?
- Weren't delighted.

I'd rather you were...
fine with it.

- Fine with it?
- Fine with it.

- Fine, I'm fine with it.
- No, you're not.

You're delighted.

- I'm sorry.
- No, you're not.

You're right. No, I'm not.
Actually, I'm confused.

Why wouldn't you want
to go someplace with someone

who is delighted
to be taking you?

- You wouldn't understand.
- I wouldn't.

You wouldn't.
See, originally,

I was supposed to go with
my dentist, Jordan.

You got a dentist named
after an almond?

What's nice about
going places with Jordan

- is that he's an NSM.
- Military guy, huh?

NSM, "Nice, Safe Man."
He's nice, he's safe--

All right, all right.
I can guess the rest.

- So you were gonna go
with this eunuch and--
- NSM.

- NSM. And what happened?
- Mrs. Peterson.

- Mrs. Peterson?
- Mrs. Peterson.

Jordan was doing a root canal,
and she bit him.

- Bit him?
- Bit him.

Guess Mrs. Peterson
didn't think he was
such a nice, safe man.

Now he's gotta stay
in town and get shots

for the next 10 days.

Well, his loss
is my gain.

- There you go again,
acting delighted!
- I'm sorry.

- I'll try and do
something about that.
- I'm serious!

My whole family's gonna be
at this wedding. I'm gonna
have enough to worry about

- without worrying about you
being delighted all the time.
- I'm not that delighted.

- Wondering if I'm
having a good time.
- What do I care?

Every time we go someplace,
rushing to pick up the check.

Hey, my wallet's glued
to the inside of my pocket.

Quizzing me what our
sleeping arrangements will be.

You said you
wanted safe, not dead.

I can see this is going to
be a fun weekend.

- Maybe we should
forget about it.
- Maybe we should!

Good.

- I can't.
- No backbone.
I like that in a woman.

Wouldn't it be wonderful
if you could just rent a guy?

Someone you could take home
for Thanksgiving and Christmas
and special occasions.

Someone you could put back
in the box and return when
the occasion was over.

- Like a tux.
- Exactly like a tux.

- Or a car.
- Exactly like a car.

- But there isn't.
- Doggone it.

So I guess
it's me and you.

Maddie...

If you'd really
feel more comfortable

actually paying someone,
I would be willing

to look at this as purely
a business proposition.

- Really?
- Really.

If it would make you
feel more comfortable.

But would it make
you uncomfortable?

No.
No, not in the least.

Well, thank you.
That would make me feel better.

- Then it's settled.
- It's settled.

Thank you, David.

So how much?

- How much what?
- How much do I get
for the trip?

For the trip? You mean
how much money for the trip?

I don't know, um...

Let's see, there's the cost
of the flight and the hotel.

And you're gonna have
to rent formalwear. Naturally,
I'll pay for all that.

- I mean over and above.
- Over? And above? I don't know.

- Couple hundred dollars?
- To not wonder whether
you're having a good time?

- It's only a starting place.
- To not pick up all the checks?

- To sleep where I'm told?
- There's some elastic in
the figure. What's your price?

$1,200, on the barrelhead.

You...

... are eye crust.

The better
to see you with, my dear.

- You are navel lint.
- Expensive navel lint.

- You are...
- Don't go much lower.

They'll take us off the air.

Oh!

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

Not now!
We're fighting!

Yes, sirs.

$1,200?

$1,200?

Keep your voice down. That
figure leaks out, this place
is gonna be crawling with women.

I'm sorry to interrupt,

but this man says
he's really in a hurry.

In a minute!

Aye-aye.

I would rather go to this
wedding alone than pay you
or any other man $1,200.

I understand your reaction.
It sounds like a lot of money,
but check around, Maddie.

You want a guy who's reasonably
good-looking, decent table
manners, no open sores,

1,200 is what
it's gonna run you.

Get the hell out of--

Hello.

I'm sorry to barge in, but...

if I don't get
some help quickly,

I'll be dead
within 48 hours.

What do you think?

I'll remember
where we left off.

Won't you
have a seat?

Slow down.
You're gonna pass it.

Imagine that poor Mr. Clements
loving his wife so much

that he couldn't
bear the thought
of living without her.

Imagine that poor Mr. Clements
finding out his wife
was still alive

after he'd already
scheduled his big finale.

Tomorrow, rain or shine.
No exchanges, no returns.

- We will be able
to stop it, won't we?
- We'll sure try.

Nice thing about a case
like this, though, either way,
it's over in 24 hours.

- I'm not going in there.
- Maddie, it'll be fine.

Just keep your hands
in your pockets and,
for God sakes,

don't sit on anything
that's been sat on before.

Who is this man?

Why is he rubbing his filthy
clothing on my car? Who is he?

He's the Avon lady.

- Why are they doing that?
- Would you rather
they use their tongues?

- Where are you going?
- I'm going in that filthy,
disgusting bookstore.

You're leaving me here?
I don't want to stay here.

- Well, then come with me.
- In there?

Maddie, I promise I will not
let any of these filthy men

with any of their
disgusting thoughts
get anywhere near you.

Here you go, fellas.
Split that three ways.

She makes me come here.
I hate this place.

Hey, my man!

Where can I get a job
around here?

- Oh, my goodness.
- Oh, my badness.

Look at this stuff.
I don't even know what
some of this stuff is for.

Oh, well, the--

Beats me.

Be right back.

Excuse me, can you tell me where
I can find booth number three?

Aha.

First living brain donor.

The booths
are in the back.

Three's okay, but four
and seven are really the best.

Really? Thank you.

Gee, I'm glad
I ran into you.

Nice.

If a rash develops,
discontinue use.

Ah. Oh. Uh.

Learnin' anything?

Jimmy, come on, hurry up
and get out of there.

Your sister has to
use the bathroom.

This is where he came
to buy a murder?

That's what
the man said.

Gee, what usually
happens in these rooms?

What, pray tell,
makes you think I would know?

All right, then.
What, pray tell, makes you
think I would tell you?

- Let's get on with it.
- Or, in this case, off with it.

♪ One for the money,
two for the glitz ♪

♪ Three to get ready,
now let's see some-- ♪

David.

Something. Let's--
let's see something.

David.

What is that woman
going to do in there?

David...

that woman is going
to take off her clothes.

David, that woman
is taking off her clothes.

David, that woman
has taken off her clothes.

David, are you listening to me?
David, what are you doing?

I'm making sure we don't
run out of quarters!

Is there something special
you two would like to see?

Well, as a matter of fact--

We are representing a man
named Roger Clements.

Roger Clements. Does that
name mean anything to you?

Representing? What does
that mean, "representing"?

What is this, uh, like,
vicarious pleasure?

Do you remember him?
He came in here.

He tried to hire
someone, a murderer.

He told you
he was ill.

- You two police?
- We work for Mr. Clements.

So, what is the problem
with this Mr. Clements?

Does he have an engagement
for Friday?

Would he like to
reschedule for Saturday?

He'd like to
call it off.

- Wait, a quarter!
- Okay. Hey, wait.

- Give!
- Here! Here! Here!

Give me those.

Keeps you on your toes,
doesn't it?

So he wants to call it off.

How come he didn't
come here himself?

He's scared...
he's not sure

that whoever it is that's
supposed to do this thing

isn't following him,
waiting to do it.

He's prepared to pay
to call it off.

Yeah, well,
he's gonna have to.

This isn't a department store.
We don't take returns.

I don't even know if
I can contact the people.

I mean, I don't know.

He asked us
to offer you this.

It's the same amount he paid
to arrange the murder
in the first place.

Do you have a number
where you can be reached...
any time of the day?

Anything you can do.

Friday is less than 13 hours
away. Anything you can do--

It'll be okay.

She'll find him.
She'll contact him.

Call the whole thing off.

It'll be okay.

- You think so?
- Yeah.

No.

It'll be okay.

Have you thought about

what we're gonna
tell Mr. Clements?

Don't worry about it.
Just let me do the talking.

Evening.

- Mr. Addison, Miss Hayes.
- Got that right.

I thought I told you to stay
away from this window. Come on.

- You caught me, huh?
- Mr. Clements, it's no joke.

- Someone with
a high-powered rifle--
- I'm sorry, it's just...

I know she's
out there somewhere.

So how did
the two of you do?

We found the person
you spoke to.

She said she was going to try
and reach the people involved.

- Try?
- Try.

- And what do we do meanwhile?
- We sit and wait.

- Here? All night?
- Here all night,
or until she calls.

And then I promise you,
we'll find Mrs. Clements.

Miss DiPesto,
you can go home now.

Thank you,
Miss Hayes.

Mr. Addison...

- see you in the morning?
- I'm afraid you will.

I think I'll stretch out
in my office.

Feel free to
take the couch.

Hello?
I mean, Blue Moon.

Huh?

Who?

Yeah. Yeah,
he's right here.

Hello?

Yes, this is
Roger Clements.

You did?

You were?

I really, I-- I don't
know how to thank you.

Money works.

She said it was
all taken care of.

They called off the dogs.
So I'm free to cancel my will,
make dinner plans for Monday.

- Now watch, I'll die
in a car accident, right?
- Don't be silly, Mr. Clements.

So, what do we do now?

- Go to our respective homes.
- And get some respective sleep.

And the first thing
Monday morning?

We begin searching
for Mrs. Clements.

Thank you.
Thank you both.

Oh, my goodness. Excuse me.
What time do you have?

About 31 hours
to the wedding.

So, what was
your cop like?

I had this girl cop.

First time.

I mean, first time I was ever
interrogated by a girl cop.

Sounds weird.
"Girl cop."

Excuse me.
I mean, "woman cop."

Wait a second. There's gotta
be some other word for that.

Copette?

All right,
I'll work on it.

Anyway, it was
really weird.

I mean, 'cause I'm sitting
there in this chair.

And this girl--
this woman--

is walking back and forth
in front of me, asking me
these questions.

And, I mean,
I had to ask her...

like six, seven times
to repeat the question

because, I mean, I'm sitting
there and right at eye level...

is her, uh...

Well, you know.

Her, uh... womanhood.

Womanhoods.

And, I mean, it's not
like there's anything else
in the room to look at,

except a bright light.

Course, maybe
that's their strategy.

They figure that if
you're looking at her...

trying to figure out
whether this woman copette
is wearing any underwear,

maybe you're not
as prone to lie.

What do you think?

All right, let me
ask you a question.

Sort of related.

You know how some
women wear them bras

with the flowery
lace on them?

And then they--
they put a shirt on,

and you can see the flowery
lace showing through.
Why do they do that?

I mean, you're looking up there,
and you don't wanna see
any outlines of flowery lace.

There's only one reason
you're looking up there.

Somebody ought to tell
women about that, you know?

You know, sometimes,
when I get tired...

I just start talking. I say
whatever comes into my brain.

Well, I don't know about you,
but I am one tired jamoke.

Hit that.

All right. You get your stuff,
I'll get my stuff,

- and I'll meet you
down at the heap, okay?
- Okay.

I'll ring for the elevator
while you're getting your stuff.

Maddie, come on,
the elevator's here!

No, it's not.

Maddie?

She's out there
somewhere, David.

Uh-oh.

She is.
She's out there.

- No, she's not.
- Yes, she is.

- No, she's not.
- Yes, she is.

No, she's not.

Let's ask them.
Is she out there?

- See?
- I don't care, David.

I think Mrs. Clements
is out there, and I think
we have to find her.

- Why?
- Why? David, Clements paid us

to do two jobs: prevent
his death and find his wife.

We failed at the first.
The least we can do
is finish the second.

Whoa, whoa, ho, ho.
Back up.

The first, the wrongful
death of Roger Clements,

is now a matter
for the police.

Po-lice.
You ever hear of them?

Public servants who are paid
with our tax dollars.

The second, the possible
but highly unlikely sighting
of Mrs. Clements

from a fifth-story window
is not even worth discussing!

- David--
- But I guess we will anyway.

Maddie, when it came to his
wife, the man was not normal.

He was 50 feet in the air
when he saw her.
If he saw her.

And it's my vote
that he didn't saw her.
He only thought he saw her!

- But, David--
- But, Maddie, it's 11:30
on a Friday night.

Friday night. You and I haven't
slept in a bed for two days.

Tomorrow is a weekend.

It just seems to me
this is something we can
discuss on Monday...

when we're awake...
showered... conscious.

- Never mind,
I'll find her myself.
- How about this?

How about we get on
the red-eye, we go to Chicago,

check into the Drake Hotel,
go to a wedding,

eat a little cake,
drink a little champagne,
dance the Bunny Hop.

Come on, it's the...

stuff dreams are made of.

And I'm prepared to go
at no cost whatsoever to you.

Come on, Maddie.
Let's let it lay.

- David, I can't.
-"I can't."

What time you want me
to pick you up in the morning?

- How does a little
after 10 sound?
- Great.

Sounds like noon.

3:00 here,
5:00 in Chi-Town.

- So?
- So...

wedding's been cooking
for a couple hours now.
Getting good and sloppy.

- Sloppy?
- Sloppy.

First few hours of
a wedding don't count.

It's very formal,
very sober.

In-laws still friendly.

But the last few hours,
very sloppy.

Champagne flowing.
Tongues flapping.

Hungry guys hoping there's no
such thing as a maid of honor.

Bridesmaids trying to find out
who really is the best man.

What's your point?

No point.

I just hope you'll
ask me again.

I just hope I'm smart
enough to say yes.

And I just hope
we're smart enough to go.

- What does that mean?
- It means, I don't know
why we're here.

It's Saturday.

Maddie, we have
covered all the bases.

The police report
has her dead.

The newspaper reports
have her dead.

The salvage yard
has a car that's dead.

I think it's time
we face facts.

This woman took
a Sunday drive

down a 200-foot cliff
without a road.

You're forgetting something,
David-- there's no body.
They haven't found a body.

Big ocean, Maddie.

Lots of places to hide.

Okay.

Okay?

- Okay, what?
- Okay, I'm satisfied.

Don't change the subject.
What are you saying?

I'm saying
you're right.

Of course
I'm right!

Well, now that
we've got that settled,
the night's still young.

I still got a rented tux.
You still got a formal.

What do you say we crash
a high school prom?

David, do you know
what we should do?

Get a corsage?
Rent a limo?

- Spike the punch?
- Give back the money.

- Give back the money?
- Give back the money.

- Whose money?
- Clements' money.

Clements' money?
What are you, nuts?!

- We didn't
do anything to earn it.
- Earn it? Earn it?

Who died and left you
John Houseman?

David, we cannot
accept money for services

- we were unable to render.
- Maybe you can't, but I can.

Not as long
as you're working for me.
We're going to give it back.

For who? For what?
Last time we saw Clements,

they were scraping him off
the ceiling of our garage.

Who you gonna give
the money back to?

- His estate.
- His estate? His estate?

What's he gonna do with it?
Go to Fiji? Get a new car?

- Get himself another estate?
- David, we didn't do the job.

Look. I'll be the first
to admit, on the face of it,

- our batting average
is a little low.
- A little low? It's nil.

But the fact remains,
we blew an anything-can-happen
weekend in the Windy City.

And you wanna know why?
Because we tried. We tried!

But the man's still dead,
and the woman's still gone.

David, I can't help
the way I feel.

- Who are you calling?
- Clements' attorney.

- He'll know what to do
with the check.
- Clements'...

Clements' attorney?
Maddie, stop. Think about it.

Give yourself
the weekend to mull it over.
Besides, it's Saturday.

- He's not even gonna be in.
- Hello, this is Madelyn Hayes.

I was wondering
if the attorney for the late
Roger Clements was in.

Oh, you are.

You knew that was
coming, didn't you?

You, uh-- you
the folks who called?

I'm Madelyn Hayes,
and this is David Addison.

Come in.

It's, uh, kind of funny
you should call.

I'm not usually
here on Saturdays.

Um... yeah.

Excuse the mess.
I'm moving my practice, uh...

Here. Uh...
won't you sit down?

I don't think
that'll be necessary.
This won't take long.

Our client, Mr. Clements--
your client, Mr. Clements--

paid us for services
we were unable to render.

- We're here to give
his money back.
- Give it back?

- That's what I said.
- We can't keep it.

Well, uh,
that's awfully, um...

magnanimous.

I must say,
I'm a bit surprised.

Though... everything about
Roger has been a surprise.

We all knew
he loved Celia.

We all knew he'd grieve.

But nobody
realized how much.

How deeply.

Listen, I-- I appreciate
what you're doing.

I'm sure Roger would
appreciate what you're doing.
But, um...

it's not necessary.

It's not as though
the money will be missed.

Trust me,
Roger was a wealthy man.

His heirs will be
well taken care of.

Why don't you
keep this?

Good day, Mr. Margolese.

Good day. Toodles.

- You're mad, aren't you?
- Nope. Just in a hurry.

Can we at least
talk about it?

No time. I gotta
get this monkey suit

back to Harvey's
Tuxedo Junction by 5:00

or I gotta pay
for the whole weekend.

You didn't utter a word
the whole drive back
from the lawyer's.

You wanna tell me
what's on your...

What you're thinking about?

No.

That's okay.

We've already
had this conversation.

We've had it to death.

Different cases,
different dollars.

But we have had
this conversation.

This is about the money!

No.
not "the" money.

"That" money.
The money you gave away today.

Pardon me.

- Can I ask you something?
- Would you put it in writing?

- If you had taken that money--
- If you had let me!

How would you have
slept tonight?

Same as always.
On my stomach,

boxers tangled
around my ankles.

Mental picture's
something, isn't it?

Addison,
have you no integrity

in that flea's butt
of a soul of yours?!

No.

I'd love to stay
and chat, but there's no
grace period at Harvey's.

Excuse me.

I guess I wasn't looking
where I was going.

If you had any idea
of how you'd look, you'd
pay a little more attention.

Can we help you?

- I don't know.
- I do.

Unless you're Lindbergh's
baby or Jimmy Hoffa,

it's gonna
wait 'til Monday.

My name is
Celia Clements.

Who?!

Celia Clements.

Maybe it's not too late
to get the money back.

You know,
Roger used to joke:

"Without you in my life, Celia,
life wouldn't be worth living."

I guess he wasn't
joking after all.

- Guess not.
- You think I'm awful, don't you?

Faking my death,
causing Roger so much pain.

You won't understand this,
but Roger loved me... too much.

At first, I enjoyed
the attention,

being the center
of someone's life.

But after a while,
one by one, he ran off
everyone in our lives.

Friends, family,
until it was just the two of us.

It was like being
slowly smothered.

He began treating me
like some priceless antique.

So fragile. A treasure to
be kept under lock and key.

He was even
jealous of the dog.

He told me she ran away,
but I saw her one day.
I'm sure of it.

Riding down the freeway
in the back of someone else's
station wagon.

But why the phony accident?
Why not a divorce?

I went to my attorney,
told him I needed out.

He told me the law provided
a remedy-- divorce.

We both knew that wasn't
the answer, not with Roger.

He'd have me followed
wherever I went.

Track me to the ends
of the Earth, never giving me
a moment's peace.

My death, however painful
it was to Roger...

would at least be final.

He'd go on with his life...

and I'd go on with mine.

But it didn't quite
work out that way.

When Mr. Margolese called
and told me Roger
had contacted him,

wanting to make an appointment
to discuss his will--

Wait a second,
Margolese knew you--

He knows
you're alive?

I told you,
he called me.

I figured out
what Roger was up to

and even went over to
Mr. Margolese' office

to show him I was alive,

so he wouldn't
go through with it.

But I couldn't bring myself
to go into the building.

I guess I just didn't believe
in my heart of hearts

he'd actually
go through with it.

I guess there's
nothing to do now

but mourn his loss
and spend the money.

What money?
I didn't want his money.

If I had wanted his money,
I would have divorced him.

You mean, you'd let it
all go to his heirs?

Heirs? What heirs?
What are you talking about?

Margolese said his heirs
would be well taken care of.

He must have
been mistaken.

My husband
had no heirs.

No relatives at all.
He was adopted.

And he and his foster parents
haven't spoken since he was 18.

What heirs?

You gave me quite a start.

Mr. Addison, Miss Hayes,
is there something else
I can help you with?

This afternoon,
you said that the heirs
to Roger Clements' estate...

were going to be
well taken care of.

Just what did you
mean by that?

I meant exactly
what I said.

That his nephews,
nieces, aunts, cousins,

anyone who had a claim
to the Clements estate
was gonna do just fine.

- Not according
to Clements' wife.
- His wife?

Yeah.

Client of yours.

Dark hair. Alive.

Legs that go from here
to there and back again.

Think about it.
You'll remember.

I think you're mistaken.
Mrs. Clements passed away.

The late Mrs. Clements visited
our office this afternoon.

Oh.

Why did you
lie to us?

Lie?

I didn't lie.

I was merely perpetuating
a useful fiction.

Trying to protect
the interests of my client...

an extraordinarily
unhappy woman who was being
suffocated by her husband.

But there aren't any heirs.
And I can't help but wonder,

what's gonna happen
to all that money?

Mm... you're making a mountain
out of a molehill, Miss Hayes.

The assets of the estate
will be put into a trust
for Mrs. Clements, period.

And who's the trustee
for this trust?

Guilty as charged.
It's my job to see that

she gets all the money
that's coming to her.

But she doesn't
want anything.

She doesn't
expect a dime.

I think what we have here
is a failure to remunerate.

What exactly are
you trying to say?

That perhaps the trustee of
this trust is not to be trusted.

You knew Clements'
game all along!

But when he decided to
call it on account of hope,

you made sure all nine
innings were played.

- What?
- What?

Don't gang up on me.
I don't write this stuff.

You killed him,
didn't you?

You made it look like
the killing he ordered,

so you could help
yourself to his estate.

That's why
you're packing, isn't it?

So you can leave town
before anyone's the wiser.

I-- I think you two
are letting your imaginations
run away with you.

Me? No! I wouldn't let my
imagination run away with me.

Not overnight, anyway,
not unless there was
a good dinner in it!

Th-- there's something
I want to show you. Here.

Just, uh, take a look
at these estate papers.

Look, right--
start there.

"If you and your family
want good luck for now
and forevermore,

send six copies of this
letter to six peo--"

What the...

- David, you know
what this means.
- I sure do.

Start the chase
music, boys!

Oh! David!

Here. David.

Whyah! Wha!
Hyah! Ha! Whuh!

En garde!

I hope I didn't upset
your plans, Sergeant Garcia.

Whoa! Ha!

Zorro will make you
taste hard steel!

Oh!

- Get off of me!
- Just my luck.

Finally get you prone,
and I'm facing the wrong way.

Uhh! Get--

Come back here,
you crook!

David!

Uh-oh.

The old 7-10 split.

Don't you wanna
try for a spare?

Seems like
the only way out is up here.

Looks like it's
all over, Margolese.

Then again,
I could be wrong.

Where are you going?

Here!

What am I supposed
to do with this?!

David!

David... David...

Ah! Oh! Uh!

You're pretty handy
with a hose!

Say good night, David.

Good night, 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 ♪