All language subtitles for Remington Steele s01e22 Steele in Circulation.eng

[Laura]
Try this for a deep, dark secret...

The great detective
Remington Steele?

He doesn't exist.
I invented him.

Follow...
I always loved excitement.

So I studied and apprenticed...

and put my name on an office.

But absolutely nobody
knocked down my door.

A female private investigator
seemed so... feminine.

So I invented a superior.

A decidedly masculine superior.

Suddenly, there were cases
around the block.

It was working like a charm.

Until the day he walked in...

with his blue eyes
and mysterious past.

And before I knew it...

he assumed
Remington Steele's identity.

Now I do the work,
and he takes the bows.

It's a dangerous way to live...

but as long as people buy it...

I can get thejob done.

We never mix business
with pleasure.

Well, almost never.

I don't even know
his real name.

Miss Hockmeyer.
Yeah. This is Mr. Hollis.

Uh, yes, it seems
the, uh, shredder...

in Currency Destruction Room 3
is acting up again.

Y-Yes. I've called the repairman and canceled
this afternoon's, uh, transfer from the vault.

You might as well
send the crew home. Yeah.

What?

Oh, uh, you have
a nice weekend too.

I'm telling you, Hollis. I live for the weekends.
[Chuckles]

Which currency destruction room
did you say this was for?

- Three.
- Well, let's see.

Got an eight million ready for the chopper...
[Chuckles]

Uh, 4.6 million
and a 2.3 million.

I'll take the 2.3.

- There you go.
- [Grunts]

Now, me, I'm heading over
to Catalina...

for two days and nights with
Barbara "Boom Boom" Bellows. [Chuckles]

From Accounting?
[Chuckles]

[Chuckles]

Uh, how about you?
You, uh, got any plans?

Well, there's a reading of
Tolstoy's War and Peace...

on the radio
I thought I might catch.

- Uh, sounds exciting, Hollis.
- Yeah.

- Can I give you a hand there, Mr. Hollis?
- No.

Oh. Uh, l... I just
dropped my keys here.

No problem.
I'll get the door for you.

Can't have a new assistant manager
spend his lunch hour...

scraping for a set of keys,
now, can we?

Thanks, Horace.

Forget it.
Have a nice weekend.

Yes. You too.

[Chattering]

[Man]
Take care. See you Monday.

I'll admit coming to the office is hardly
my idea of a perfect Saturday morning...

but I can think of more imaginative ways
to avoid it than a flat tire.

Ah, I understand,
Mr. Steele.

And Mr. Cutler is most anxious
to meet with you as well.

Well, what's so desperate about his problem
that it can't wait until Monday anyway?

[Laura]
I understand that time is of the essence, sir...

when it comes to a missing school
of prizewinning carp.

Koi.
They're called koi.

They hit every pond on my estate.
The whole collection.

Laura, am I to understand that
you're dragging us away...

from a perfectly good weekend
to search for missing fish?

[Laura] Yes, sir. Some of those koi are worth
over $25,000 apiece, Mr. Steele.

Oh, my God!

I'll relay your concern
to Mr. Cutler, sir.

Sir.

Mr. Steele?

Wait! Ah. Ah.

You know, I'm not in the habit of
coming between a man and his Maker...

but surely there must be
a better way out ofhere.

- Not for me there isn't.
- Oh, nonsense. We all have our gray days.

Well, I've had a gray life, and it just turned
pitch black. Thanks, but no thanks.

Just hold on a moment, Mr...

Hollis. Alfred R. Hollis.

- Remington. Remington Steele.
- Yeah.

Now, I mean, uh, think about it
for a moment, Alfred.

In every dark corner,
there's still one's work to consider.

- Shot to hell.
- Uh, well, then, uh, good friends, perhaps?

- Don't have any.
- Treasured loved one?

Let her down when she needed me most.
Could you let me go now?

Hey, you know, Alfred,
I've just had a thought.

If you're so anxious to get to the pavement
down there, why don't you let me drive you?

I mean, my car's
only over there...

and, uh, I'll have Fred, my chauffeur,
drive you wherever you like.

I don't think that will produce
the same result.

Now you just let me be
the best judge of that, okay? All right.

Now, approximately how many fish
would you say were stolen, Mr. Cutler?

They're not just fish. They're koi.
Now, when is Mr. Steele arriving?

- You just have a seat in here, Alfred. Okay?
- Mr. Steele.

- Finally. Ah. You're, uh, Carpfish.
- Cutler.

- Right. Could I see you for a moment, Miss Holt?
- Could I see you, Mr. Steele?

- Maybe I should go.
- Out of the question. Stay there and have a seat.

- See to it that he does. Eh, Carpfish?
- Cutler.

- Right. Okay.
- It's Cutler.

- You're really trying to punch
a hole in this one, aren't you? - Laura, it's not what you think.

I know stolen fish
may sound ridiculous...

but first it's the flat tire,
then you hang up on me, then you show up late.

- Who is that guy anyway?
- His name is Alfred Hollis.

I only brought him here
because he was trying to kill himself.

Please. I know you can do
better than that.

But it's true. What's more,
I really need your help.

I've never pulled a man
off a bloody bridge before.

I'm not sure I can talk fast enough
to stop him from trying it again.

- You're serious.
- And more than just a bit frightened too.

Excuse me, will you? Yes.
[Panting]

I don't have all the details, but I'm certain
that Alfred won't talk to anyone official...

which means that right now,
we're the only ones between him...

- and a fast fall into the great hereafter.
- All right, all right, all right.

- Calm down. We'll think of something.
- Good.

First we have to figure out
a way to get rid of Carpfish.

Mm-hmm. I thought
his name was Cutler.

Mm-hmm. I thought
his name was Cutler.

L... I wasn't trying to steal the money,
you understand. L... I just wanted to borrow it.

- For the weekend.
- Hmm.

I promised Angelica
I'd do everything I could to help.

Angelica?

She's a young woman.

A very special young woman.

The only one to ever
make me realize that...

life could be more than
a... steady job...

a room with two windows
and a long book.

She moved into the apartment
just above mine a few months back.

- From Spain.
- And you were trying to help her.

Yeah. You see...

she opened one of these
little specialty boutiques...

but it took all the money she brought with her
just to get it started.

When her suppliers suspected
she was broke...

they demanded to see the rest of her collateral
by this weekend or... or they'd shut her down.

She had the money,
but it was all tied up in Spain.

So we thought,
if she could just show them, say...

$50,000 of solid
American currency...

They'd leave her alone
till her own funds came through.

But if you only needed the 50,000,
then why did you take...

2.3 million.

It was the smallest they had.

Oh.

Besides, when you've destroyed
as many billions as I have...

after a while it just
turns into... green paper.

Until, of course,
some of it is missing.

I was gonna bring it all back
early Monday morning...

feed it into the shredder myself
so that everything would balance, but...

now I've lost everything.

The money, my job...

Angelica.

Do these windows open
from the inside?

No. No. It's a modern building. Sorry.

I don't mean to
sound negative...

but it's obvious
we can't go to the police...

and our chances of finding a stolen car
with 2.3 million stashed under the seat...

- I know. From his shoes,
jumping must look pretty good... - Hmm.

- But we've got to find a way
to keep him back off the e... - [Car Horn Honks]

Uh...

You know, Alfred,
I would really love to meet Angelica.

Hey. I thought you said those windows
didn't open from the inside.

- We were just lying.
- You get the odd loose one.

- I don't think I can face her.
- Come on.

Alfred, if Angelica is all that you say,
I'm sure she'll understand.

- She's not here. Let's go.
- No, no. Let's wait for her to come back.

- I don't have a key.
- [Doorbell Rings]

- No problem.
- Just happen to have it.

Thank you.

You're going to break in.
That's illegal.

- Look who's talking.
- Alfred...

I know this may sound trite
under the circumstances...

but the fact is
we all make mistakes.

That hardly means that
the people we trust most...

are gonna turn their backs
on us and desert us.

Voila.

- Angelica?
- Ah.

Alfred, uh, are you sure
this was her apartment?

She's gone.
I don't understand.

Alfred, it doesn't seem as if
anyone has lived here for...

- quite some time.
- [Coughs]

But that's impossible.

Hollis? What are you
doing in here?

- Mrs. Clagett, what happened to Angelica?
- Who?

Angelica de Gama.
This is her apartment.

I've managed this building
since Ernie caught a slug in 'Nam, Hollis...

and we've never had a tenant
here by that name.

This is the Dubins'apartment,
and they've been in Europe for the past year.

Just how did you
get in here anyway?

If you'll all just...

excuse me for a moment.

- Alfred! Alfred!
- Alfred, don't! Excuse me.

Alfred!

I want you to stand perfectly still.
Do you hear me?

- Angelica.
- We can all appreciate how upset you are about her, but...

No. Look.

It's Angelica.

- [Yells]
- Alfred!

- That's Angelica.
- [Engine Starts]

That's Angelica?

But I drank my first glass
of sangria in that apartment...

tasted my first smoked oyster.

I know she lived there.

- I believe you, Alfred.
- You do?

According to the landlady,
the apartment's been empty for the last year...

but this newspaper
is only a week old.

Are you suggesting
Gaslight?

- What?
- Charles Boyer. Ingrid Bergman. MGM. 1944.

In other words, Alfred,
Angelica appears to vanish without a trace...

just a day after
the money does.

Wait a second. Are you saying my car being stolen
last night wasn't a coincidence?

Uh, no, no, no. I mean, dozens of cars are stolen
every day. I mean, hundreds of them.

But Angelica knew I'd be taking
that money out instead of... destroying it.

You're saying she took it.

Tell me, Alfred. The boutique that Angelica
opened, what was it called?

Broken Promises.

I was afraid to tell her
that I lost the money.

All along
she was just using me.

Alfred, sometimes it's important for us
to try and look beyond the... the mere facts.

- It's all right, Steele.
- Mm-hmm?

- I think I understand now.
- Good.

- Everything's gonna be okay.
- Good.

- [Tires Squealing]
- Alfred, no!

- Let me go!
- Alfred!

- [Horn Blows]
- [Yelling]

No.!

I just...
had another thought.

[Doorbell Buzzing]

All right, all right.
I'm coming.

- Laura?
- I'm awfully sorry to barge in on your Saturday, but...

- Steele?
- There's a small favor that we need to ask.

It should only be for a few hours. Alfred needs
someplace quiet to collect his thoughts.

- Sit.
- Wait. To be perfectly honest, now is not the best time.

- You know what I mean?
- Uh-huh.

Laura, I don't pretend
to know what this is about...

and ordinarily I do
anything you ask...

but you specifically told me you could handle
the missing fish client by yourself.

Murph, I thought that you said
you were gonna get rid of whoever...

was at the door.

Oh, dear.

- We've come at a bad time, haven't we?
- Yes. You could say that.

Well, I must say...

this is an honor to
meet you at last, Miss, uh...

Uh, uh, Sherry.
Sherry Webster.

- Of course. Murphy has told us so much about you.
- Really?

- Mmm.
- But we just met last night.

Oh. Well, I see.

Tell me, uh, Sherry.

Would you by any chance
know how to brew a pot of tea?

Tea? I guess... Why?

Because tea is such a mature,
civilized drink.

And in a few minutes,
I sense...

that we all need to be just as mature
and as civilized as we can possibly be.

- My six iron is slipping. Excuse me.
- Hmm.

[Laura]
Look at this place.

[Laura]
Look at this place.

It's hard to picture Alfred getting caught up with
someone who likes to wear all this.

- Hey!
- Oh.

If you're looking for somebody to play with,
go down to one of the boulevards.

- We're strictly trappings in here.
- Sorry.

We were just admiring your,
uh, uh... your necklace.

- Well, it's not for sale.
- Oh.

- There something else you want?
- We were just waiting for Angelica actually.

- She's supposed to meet us here.
- Yeah?

- Well, you're in for a long wait.
- Oh? Why is that?

The deadbeats I fire
don't come back.

Especially when
they owe me money.

- She worked for you then?
- Yeah.

She was here for a while,
but she was too busy...

running up a phone bill
to be working for me.

Those must have been
all the calls to our casting director.

If you could verify the number for us,
I'd be glad to reimburse you.

Don't move.
I got the bill right here.

- [Clears Throat]
- 35.80.

- So you're casting directors, huh?
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

What do you want
with Angelica anyway?

Uh, we're working on
a, uh...

a punk version of
Gone with the Wind.

And we had her
in mind for Scarlett.

Any idea where
we might find her?

- Yeah. Lingerie.
- Ah. She had a weakness for lace and satin, eh?

- Lingerie. It's a club. Down on Sunset.
- Oh.

I heard her mention it
a couple of times.

This is our number
that she kept calling.

Do you by any chance
have a phone that I could use?

Sure.

It's right here.

Oh. Uh...

Oh. Handy. Hmm.

You must feel so hopeless,
helpless, turmoiled...

frustrated, despondent,
panicked, enraged...

Ionely, exiled.

You want to
end it all too, huh?

I have a Ph.D. In psychology.

I thought you said
you were a stewardess.

You tell a man you're
a doctor of psychology...

you end up going home
by yourself.

They're all afraid you're out there
to analyze their performance or something.

At least as a stewardess I stand a chance of...
getting lucky.

[Phone Rings]

Yeah.

Yeah, Laura. He's all right.
No. No, no, no.

Nothing's happened.
Absolutely nothing.

What?

Hey, it's Saturday. Come on.
How am I supposed to track down a number...

All right. Give it to me.

555-8878.

- That's the bank.
- Hold on a second. What?

All the numbers at the bank
start with 555.

I don't know whose line
8878 is, but...

Um, I think I can track down
that number after all.

[Laura]
Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Thanks, Murph.

Bye.

All those calls Angelica made
were to the bank.

But not to Alfred.
So whom then?

- An accomplice perhaps?
- Possible.

Someone else on the inside?

Someone who knew what Alfred did,
maybe even the kind of loner that he was.

Hmm. Easy prey for a sharp girl
with a sad story.

She gets him to
borrow the money...

And then they steal it out from under him.
The perfect patsy.

He can't go to the police,
Angelica vanishes...

and he's left trying to tell a story
his own mother wouldn't buy.

Gone with the Wind, huh?
I guess it takes all kinds.

- [Chuckles]
- Yes.

[Steele]
Look, don't worry. We'll find the money.

[Steele]
Look, don't worry. We'll find the money.

Well, Alfred, I sincerely hope you're through
with that self-destructive bent.

But it's not your headache.

Alfred, when a man saves another man's life,
it entails a certain responsibility.

But why should you worry
about what happens to me?

[Sighs]
Yes.

There was a particularly rocky period in my life
before I became Remington Steele.

That is, before I, uh, dedicated myself
to the service of others.

I was in a state of
perpetual anger...

lashing out at anything and anyone
who crossed my path.

I didn't realize it then,
but, uh, that anger was directed at myself...

a way of ending a life
that held no promise...

no purpose,
no future, no nothing.

Then someone came along
who taught me self-respect...

imbued in me a certain clarity of thought,
a certain sense of direction.

Perhaps I'm merely attempting to repay
that person through you.

- It's hard to believe.
- Hmm?

I mean, you have everything.

Confidence, success...

- silk shirts.
- [Chuckles]

Well, it just goes
to show you, Alfred.

We all have moments of
self-doubt and despair.

- The trick is to hang on until they pass.
- [Phone Rings]

Steele here.

Ah, yes, Laura. Yes. Yes.
Excellent thought.

I'm sure they will
welcome us with open arms.

Of course. We'll be there right away.
Okay. Good-bye.

I didn't know you had relatives
in Cleveland, Alfred.

Oh. First cousins once removed
on his mother's side of the tree.

This is just a stopover really
on our way to Hawaii.

Since we were here, we just insisted
Cousin Alfred show us where he works.

- Oh, it'll have to be a quick look, I'm afraid.
- Mm-hmm?

We start locking down
for the night in 15 minutes.

Ah.

- Nice meeting you all.
- And you.

Thank you.

If your interoffice directory is correct, Alfred,
this should be 8878.

- And it is.
- Oh, no.

- What?
- It is also the office of...

J.P. Whitcomb...

the district supervisor.

- You know him?
- No.

Not really. L... I mean,
I've never even seen him, but, uh...

You know, it's funny.
This calendar hasn't been used for a while.

Except for this address.

You see, it was J.P. Whitcomb
who signed the memo...

promoting me to assistant manager
two months ago.

Hmm. About the same time
Angelica appeared upstairs.

So the only reason
I was promoted...

was to get the money out of the vault
with just my signature.

Alfred, I know it appears
you've been very carefully set up, but...

Alfred.

Alfred!

Alfred!

- [Tires Screeching]
- [Horn Honks]

Alfred!

- Alfred?
- [Gunshot]

[Gunshots]

Steele, I think someone's
trying to kill me!

[Gunshots Continue]

- Alfred!
- [Tires Squealing]

We lost him.

All right. Uh, look. If he does come in,
please have him return my call.

Thank you very much.

- Well, have you come up with anything?
- No.

- Oh.
- I tried his house, the bank, all the hospitals. Nothing.

- He's just gone.
- Well, he's gotta be out there somewhere.

- I mean, we're not gonna find him
on the bloody telephone, are we? - Easy, easy.

- We all want to find Alfred, you know?
- Ah. Ah, ah, ah.

What about the beach?

I mean, in A Star Is Born
Fredric March walks himself into the ocean.

Or the train station. I mean, Garbo threw herself
in front of a train in Anna Karenina.

Or the reservoir,
where Richard Chamberlain...

drank contaminated water
in The Music Lovers.

I thought your shingle
was psychology.

Yeah. But I minored in film.

Oh.

All right. I'm game.
You do the movies. I'll do the driving.

I wonder where
Murphy met Sherry.

You all right?

Ah, you pull someone off a bridge,
you think you're doing them a favor.

But every corner we turn around on this one
just seems to make it worse for him.

At least before, Alfred believed he had
a girlfriend, a promotion.

You tell me. I mean,
what does he have now?

- He has you.
- Oh.

¢Ü¢Û¢Ü¢Û[Continues]

Ah. An inspired
thought, Laura.

Looking at these people,
one's self-esteem can't help but improve.

Oh.

Rodney Chatsford.

I heard about your movie.
I want to try out.

- Movie?
- Gone with the Wind, Revisited.

Oh! Oh, word certainly gets around fast
down here, doesn't it?

Watch this.

Frankly, my dear Scarlett...

you stink!

Interesting interpretation.
Very interesting. Very interesting.

Of course, if we could see you
with the Scarlett that we had in mind...

All right.
Watch your foot.

Here's Angelica.

Aaah!

Ah.

Are you coming along
quietly, Scarlett...

or do I have to get rough?

I thought Whitcomb had sent you.
That's why I ran off.

But Whitcomb set you up in that apartment.
You worked for him, right?

Only because I had to.

He has big friends
in the Immigration Department.

And I'm not so legal, you know?

He says if I don't get Alfredo to take the money,
he's going to have me sent back.

- To Spain?
- Tijuana.

So you filled Alfred's balloon
with a lot ofhot, sweet air...

and then popped it by stealing
his car with the money in it.

I'm not so proud
of myself, okay?

When I take the car back to Whitcomb,
I see he has a gun.

That's when I think
he's maybe going to kill Alfredo.

A little deception's all right, but the thought
of murder upsets your delicate sensibilities, eh?

- Think what you want.
- Stay right there. Don't move.

Alfredo was not the only one
to fall in love.

So many people... everyone's got
some kind of game, you know.

But not Fredo.

Fredo... he was just Alfredo.

I went back to the apartment
anyway last night.

I was going to tell him everything,
warn him about Whitcomb.

I waited there all night,
but he never came back.

Finally I got scared and...

and left this morning
to go looking for him.

That must have been
when he pointed you out to us.

Alfredo was with you?
You know where he is?

Alfred was with us then,
but as for your other questions, l...

It'll be daylight soon.
Angelica...

if Alfred really matters to you,
can you tell us where to look?

Was there any place, any favorite spot
where he might go if he were in trouble?

I don't know.

Sometimes, when he was
kind of down...

he'd want to go walking
on the bridge.

The bridge. Oh, no.
Not that bridge.

- Come on.
- Come on.

[Gasps]
Steele. What are you doing here?

Alfred! You're alive!

- Of course I'm alive.
- You're alive! He's alive!

Ohhhh! Look, Laura.
He's alive! Ohhhh!

- Why are you alive?
- Oh, you mean how come I didn't, uh...

Well, considering recent events,
it's not an unfair question, is it?

No. Yeah, well...

- Yeah?
- I guess I'd pretty much hit bottom...

when I realized my promotion
was just another part of the setup.

But, uh, when those bullets
started flying...

and... and I realized someone
was trying to kill me...

well, I, uh...
I got kind of mad, you know.

I mean... I mean, it's one thing if
I don't feel like living anymore...

but for somebody else to decide willy-nilly
that I should be dead...

But, Alfred, if you wanted to keep on living,
then why did you run away from us?

Oh. Miss Holt, I couldn't let you
take any more risks...

especially not with
a killer after me.

That's why I came out here
to figure out my next move.

I thought about going out
to look for Angelica, but, uh...

I guess I must have
fallen asleep.

- Angelica.
- If I could take it back to the beginning, Fredo...

I wouldn't change a thing...
except the last day.

Alfred, she led us to you.

And for what it's worth,
she didn't have to.

If I knew what Whitcomb did
with the money, I'd tell you.

So, I see
you're all right now.

I can be going back
to Mexico.

Angelica, wait.

Well, that's all well and good...

but if we don't find that
2.3 million soon...

You still have that address
we got off of Whitcomb's calendar?

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Yes. Right here. Next to my heart.

[Banging]

[Man]
I hear ya. I hear ya.

- I'll be there in a minute.
- [Sighs]

Assuming we get in there,
do you think it's a good idea...

to let Alfred
along with us like this?

I mean, I know he seems to be
back on solid ground...

but supposing he loses his footing
in a place like that?

Hmm?

You know what time it is?
I'll tell you what time it is.

It's 7:00 a.m. On Sunday. Now what the hell
do you think you're doing?

- Look, I'm really, really sorry,
but today is Daddy's birthday. - Yes.

And with his condition,
who knows how many more he'll have.

He got his favorite gun ever from you a few
months back, and if Clark hadn't lost it...

How was I supposed to know
it was in the moose head?

If you had the decency to hold off the garage sale
until after he was gone...

Sis and I could've given him the vibrating footbath
with the built-in clock radio...

- like we planned, but no.!
- All right. All right.

I suppose a dying man
deserves to have his favorite piece close by.

Just try and buy it quietly
if you can.

- Yes. Yes, we will. Yes. Really.
- Yes. Yes.

- I'll get the keys.
- Thank you, sir. Thank you. Really. Thank you.

- Oh, very good. Wonderful.
- [Chuckles]

You two really sisters?

Funny. Most people can tell right off.

Well, I can't find any record
of a purchase by a J.P. Whitcomb.

Maybe if you could tell me
what the gun looked like.

I mean, I carry all kinds.

I don't know the first thing
about guns, Steele.

Oh! Well, uh, they're really
very, uh, overrated.

I mean, uh, you just point them away
from you and, uh, shoot.

Nothing could be duller.

Ah...

I think it looked like this one,
except the handle had yellow wood on it.

Are you sure? That's a standard service revolver
used by cops and the like.

Laura. Come here.

You're not gonna like it,
but we managed to locate Whitcomb.

- Where?
- Sleepy Meadows Memorial Park.

Oh. Well, that's
a cemetery, isn't it?

J.P. Whitcomb is dead.
And he has been for the last two months.

- What?
- Steady, Alfred.

Oh!

- What's happening?
- Whitcomb is dead?

Your dad.
Aw, gee.

I'm so sorry.
And on his birthday too.

Obviously, whoever's
behind this at the bank...

knew Whitcomb was dead and has been
using his name and office to run the scam.

But we've still got less than half a day
to find the money.

Hmm. And get it back
in the bank.

And destroy it before somebody
blows the whistle in the morning.

It'd be awful risky for him
to lug it around everywhere.

He'd probably find someplace
safe to hide it.

Hmm. Unfortunately, the only clue
we had on our ersatz Mr. Whitcomb...

proved to be a dead end.

Wait a second.
Wait.

This is one of the straps we use to bundle
the condemned currency.

- Where did you get this?
- The floor of Whitcomb's office.

Of course.
The bank.

He's keeping the money somewhere in the bank.
No one would ever think to look for it there...

and with all that security,
where could it be safer?

But even if that's true,
it's too late.

By now, Security has already started
its lockdown for the night.

Then we'll break in.

[Together]
Break in?

Would you all excuse Miss Holt and me
for a moment? Step this way.

Laura...

before we go raising the hopes
out there any higher...

you might recall that
we're talking about...

the Federal Reserve bank
of your esteemed government...

not some local liquor store
with a simple trip alarm...

a trusty dead bolt
and a sleepy schnauzer.

Are you telling me
it can't be done?

With sufficient lead time,
enough preparation, perhaps, but...

Well, we don't have any of those.
But what we do have...

is plain and simple
Alfred R. Hollis...

who ran away when someone
was trying to kill him...

because he didn't want to
see us get killed.

Or is there more to pulling people off bridges
than you bargained for?

Believe me, Laura, I'm painfully aware
of my responsibility.

Painfully.

Ouch.

Alfred. Um, most buildings, like, uh,
most people, have a soft spot somewhere.

Someplace where they're very,
um, vulnerable.

Any idea where that might be
in the bank?

I don't know. I never thought much
about the building.

Ah. Don't think of it as a building.
Think of it more as a system.

I mean, take your job,
for instance.

I mean, after you finish destroying the money,
what happens to it?

- Well, once the C.V.C.S. Shreds it...
- Hmm.

It goes through a tube into
a central pulverizing bin...

and then it continues on up
to a Dumpster on the roof...

The roof?

The roof.

You know, I'm not
a hundred percent sure...

I know how to operate
one of these things.

No sweat.

Don't tell me.

I work construction
during the summers.

I'll check the hook.

Hmm! Remarkable young lady,
that Sherry.

Before we start, I think there's something
you ought to know.

- What's that?
- I'm not very good with sheer drops.

Oh, yes.
Then it's unanimous.

[Engine Starts]

[Whistles]

Here goes nothing.

Now swing 'em around
towards the bank.

Laura.!

Take my hand.

Come on.

Don't look down.
Take my hand, Laura.

You can do it.

Come on. Give us your hand.
Come on. Come on.

Come on. Don't look down.
Come on.

Come on. Once more.
On the count of three. You can do it.

One, two, three!

[Grunting]

Come on. Swing. That's it.
Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Ooh!

- [Engine Starts]
- All right. Now get 'em out of there!

- Maybe you were right.
- Hmm?

- Maybe we shouldn't go through with this.
- Well, I can't say I disagree.

But if we don't press on, our only way back
is another ride on that crane.

By the way, uh,
thanks.

Pleasure.

[Clears Throat]

Go. Go.

Just...

Ooh.

Oh.

Well... Oh, well.

- If Alfred's map is correct, we should be able to...
- Shh. Shh.

[Footfalls Approaching]

I've always wanted to roll about
in millions of dollars with a beautiful woman.

Curious how one's fantasies
are fulfilled, eh?

Maybe it's time we started thinking about
fulfilling some other fantasies.

Whose?
Yours or mine?

Ours.

It's always good
to take things slow and...

not rush things between us...

not get in too deep.

But only because we assume we'll both be around
when the proper time comes.

I know.

I almost lost you
out there tonight.

Suddenly I realized
I'm not prepared for that at all.

Ah, yes.

I can't think of a conversation
I'd like to continue more.

But I'm afraid I haven't left any room for it
in the schedule.

Come with me. This way.
[Sighs]

[Grunting]

- It has to be here somewhere.
- Yes, unless they've come back and beat us to it already.

- Have a look at this.
- Hmm?

Hmm.

What do you make of this?

L... l...

Yes.

Bless you, Mr. Steele.

Yes.

A trifle more substantial than
pennies from heaven, but...

Ah, good. Uh, I was hoping
someone official was gonna stop by.

I think I've located the source of the rodent
problem you've been having around here.

Uh, Montgomery Kruman,
State Board of Exterminators.

It seems that the mother rat
has been using this roo...

Ah. I see you're taking
your gun out.

[Chuckles Nervously]
Your gun with the yellow wooden handle.

You're not Montgomery Kruman
or Alfred's cousin from Cleveland, are you?

Uh, Whitcomb.
You're Whitcomb.

Whitcomb's dead. Remember?

But you can go ahead and take the money
down now. Save me the trouble.

So, you set
the whole thing up, eh?

Rather ingenious,
wouldn't you agree?

You see, I wasn't satisfied
with a government pension plan...

and knowing there was
all this unwanted money floating around...

And you knew exactly how tight
security was on that money...

so you actually needed someone else
to steal it for you.

Alfred was such a lonely man.

I thought he needed a woman in his life...
someone he could help.

Ah. But Alfred didn't have enough authority,
so you, uh, faked his promotion.

[Horace]
That's the great thing about bureaucracies.

The left hand doesn't know
what the right hand is doing.

The proper memo signed by
the proper official...

and nobody even bothers
to ask if he's still alive.

And with the money stolen,
there was just the little matter of killing Alfred.

I had planned for it to be
a simple suicide in his apartment.

But he didn't come back.

Now I have to make
some other arrangements.

Not unlike the arrangements
I'm about to make for you.

Sorry to foul up
all the arrangements, old boy.

You certainly waited long enough
to make an entrance...

or did it take all that time
to think up such a brilliant stunt?

You saved my life
this evening.

I was merely waiting for an opportunity
to return the favor.

Oh.

Excuse me,
but what are you doing here?

To be honest, we were just
contemplating matrimony.

But first there are some investigators
we have to talk to down at the bank.

Still, it's great to be alive.
Don't you think?

Stop apologizing, Murphy.

This has been one of the most meaningful
weekends I've ever spent with a guy.

I mean, you really allowed me
to be just who I am.

- Murphy, what exactly is going...
- Oh, please, Bernice.

Some other time.
Oh, and I won't be in the rest of the day.

And where are you going?

With any luck,
to have my performance analyzed.

[Both Laughing]

All right. That's it. Now I want to know
what's been happening here.

Ah, let's see. Uh, we prevented a man
from committing suicide.

Although trying to commit suicide
actually saved his life.

[Laura]
And we broke into a bank.

And helped to see nearly
two and a half million dollars properly destroyed.

Come on.
I'm serious.

Well, I'd like to
elaborate, Miss Wolfe...

but right now Miss Holt and I have
a pressing conversation to complete.

Well, should I even bother
to make the coffee?

Uh, no, thanks.
We'll be having tea.

[Mews]

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