All language subtitles for Remington Steele s02e07 Love Among the Steele.eng

Laura, look out!

I had an affair in that car.

- Mildred, follow that car.
- You got it!

- [ Tires Squealing ]
- Ohh!

I'm starting to think that we're the only
two people in the whole state...

- who have yet to make love in that car.
- [ Gunshot ]

- [ Car Speeding Away ]
- I think someone's shooting at us.

- Why?
- Because we're kissing.

Someone always shoots at us
when we're kissing.

Look out!

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Laughing ]

Splendor in the Grass. Warren Beatty,
Natalie Wood, Warner Bros., 1 961 .

I saw this afternoon
more like Tom Jones.

Tom Jones? Albert Finney
never had to work this hard.

- Albert Finney never had to play the part with me.
- Tom Jones, eh?

A rustic setting, not a single word
about work, good food, good wine-

- And?
- Tons of fresh air.

And?

And lots and lots of running.

[ Panting ]

A film dripping with passion
and all she remembers is the running.

[ Tires Squealing ]

Laura, look out!

[ Car Speeding Away ]

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine. Where did that come from?

I don't know.

Let's take a breather, shall we?
Come on.

Look out! Come on!

Jump!

- Come on.
- This way.

[ Motor Idling ]

Now!

[ Printer Printing ]

Oh, my.

Oh, my!

Oh, Mildred, you're here already.
Anything yet on that serial number?

What serial number?
Oh, right. From yesterday. You called.

No license plate,just the make of the car
and a serial number, right?

Right. Well, maybe that's
the information coming in now.

Oh, no, no, no. That-That, I think,
um, I think that came in already.

Mildred, if that isn't the information
you're practically sitting on, then what is it?

Oh, trust me, Miss Holt,
you don't really want to see this.

- Mildred.
- Ohh!

I can't stop him.
I tried to trace it back to the source...

but he's using an encoded signal,
and I-I can't crack it.

" He longed to unveil the mystic
secrets of her flesh...

" to run his hands
madly across the soft...

tawny curves of her shimmering form.''

Whoever's sending this has done
the obscene phone call one better.

Oh, well, his style gets a little steamy
at times, but I wouldn't call it obscene.

How long have you been getting
these transmissions from the Dark Prince?

Uh, a day or two.

- M-Maybe three. A week.
- A week?

- [ Printing ]
- Oh, please, Miss Holt, don't tell Mr. Steele.

I don't want the boss to think that I'm using
company equipment for my personal stuff.

Can I count on you for that,
sort of gal-to-gal?

You can count on me, Mildred.
Gal-to-gal.

Thanks.

- What are you doing?
- Oh, merely stroking a lady into revealing her secrets.

Ah. She's in outstanding
condition for an Auburn.

1 936, I'd say.
A Supercharged Speedster.

Are you hoping that
the horn will start honking...

or the lights will blink
on and off in Morse code?

Ah, you'd be surprised the things a car
can tell you with a little, uh, forbearance.

Take this fender for instance.
It's a replacement.

- How can you tell?
- The paint. The color's off just a hair.

It has a different feel to it.
Also, have a look at this.

It appears something nicked
the grillwork out of shape.

- Whoever straightened it out was
none too handy about it either. - Anything else?

Well, the gauges have taken some
scratching, and the upholstery's seen its share of wear and tear.

That's about all I could get
from a quick once-over.

Did Mildred come up with the address
on that owner of record?

Dr. Ellis Harvey of Bel-Air.
But he has yet to file a stolen car report.

" And so he took her as only
a man can take a woman...

who yearns,
who begs to be taken.''

- This is the address.
- Yes. Thank you.

Well, what do you think? Should we try
the classic insurance agent ruse...

or something more unconventional...

like door-to-door evangelists
on a holy mission?

He's the one that's missing the car
that tried to kill us.

Why don't we let him do the talking?

Nobody answers.

- Perhaps I should, uh, slip
around the back and, uh- - Break in?

Laura, why must you always assume that my
intentions are criminal? Don't answer that.

You just keep an eye out.
And don't worry, I'll be very discreet.

[ Alarm Blaring ]

- [ Engine Starting ]
- Look out!

My luggage! My car! My house!
What's happening?

Hello, I'm Laura Holt.
And you must be Dr. Harvey, am I right-

[ Alarm Blaring ]

Ah, we're in luck. No cause for alarm.
I think we arrived just in time to scare them off.

- And from the looks of things, nothing was taken.
- But they took the car.

- They did?
- I'm afraid so.

[ Alarm Continues ]

[ Alarm Stops ]

It looks as if they
came in through there.

Good thing we happened
to be walking by just now, eh?

You were walking in Bel-Air?
Isn't that illegal?

Perhaps we should report
the car to the police.

No! Uh, that is, I'd rather not involve
the authorities if at all possible.

The fact is, I was planning to sell it
as soon as I got back anyway.

- Oh, you've been away?
- In Europe for three months.

I needed some time with my wife.

Practicing psychiatry really
can be murder on a marriage.

But if you don't file a police report...

you won't even be able
to collect the insurance.

It's not that I don't want
to get it back somehow, but-

Ellis, stop it.

[ Sighs ] You're allowing your defense
mechanism to suppress the guilt...

at the expense
of your true feelings.

I had an affair in that car.

Uh, Dr. Harvey, please,
you don't have to say another word.

Oh, but I do. Shame is a non-growth
emotion, even with total strangers.

I offered to drive a young woman home
from a party.

I guess with the wine we had...

and the rush that Auburn gives you
tooling it up through the canyons...

- our libidos got the best of us.
- But your wife found out?

I had to tell her.

She didn't compensate for it at all well.
She took a hammer to one of the fenders.

Cost me a fortune to get it replaced.

So, we decided to take
some time together to... recommit.

Naturally, the car became
a symbol of my transgression.

So, that's why I decided to come
back early and get rid of it.

I'm afraid that if she has to
go through weeks of calls...

from the police
and the insurance company...

it'll be worse than if it were
sitting out there in the garage.

I don't know what to do.

Perhaps you should consider
hiring a private detective.

It so happens we have some friends who
are wonderful with this kind of problem...

- isn't that right, dear?
- Oh, the best. Very discreet.

Yes, I've been holding.

No, I don't want to buy the car.

I'm just trying to find out
who owned it before a Dr. Har-

Yes, I know your D.M.V. computer
is very busy now, but-

No, no, no, no. Please,
don't hang up on me again.

There's nothing nice
about a bureaucracy.

Maybe Mildred's had better luck.
She should be here soon.

I hope so. I think our friend the doctor
might be right about the streets of Bel-Air.

This is city property.
They can't do anything to us.

If Mildred is not here in five minutes,
let's look for a bus stop and neck.

- Laura.
- Most people are hesitant to intrude on something like that.

I applaud your thinking,
but I don't quite understand...

why we're checking out
the car's previous owners.

- I got the idea from you.
- Ah, I see.

- No, I don't.
- The fender. You were right about having it replaced.

Whatever's going on must have
something to do with that car.

Maybe one of the past owners
can give us a lead.

[ Steele Sighs ]

I'm afraid we might
have to forgo the bus stop.

[ Horn Honking ]

I got here as soon as I could.
But did I come at a bad time?

Uh, yes and no.

I'm sorry I didn't get
any more on that car...

but when the D.M.V.'s computer
finally came through...

our computer was kind of tied up.

Dead end, huh?

Well, in that case, we might as well
head right back to the office.

What's this car look like?

- The Auburn?
- Uh-huh.

Well, I'd say it's very stylish
without being flashy...

uh, daring, yet understated.

- Actually, it looks a lot like-
- Like that!

Laura, that's it.
Mildred, follow that car.

- You really mean that?
- Quick, Mildred. We're gonna lose it!

Oh, Lord.
My first tail.

[ Tires Squealing ]

- You don't have to run him down, Mildred.
- Right.

Just see if you can keep
a couple of car lengths back, Mildred.

Right.

- Damn, he made me!
- Mildred, quickly, catch up to him!

- No holds barred?
- Go, woman, go!

You got it!

[ Steele, Laura Yelling ]

[ Steele ]
Easy, Mildred, easy.!

- Where is he?
- There he goes!

- [ Mildred ] Where?
- Come on! Hit it, Mildred! Don't panic! Don't panic!

I blew it!
My first chase and I blew it!

Steady, old girl, steady. That's a Supercharged
Speedster you were trying to catch.

- Even the best of them may have lost her.
- Maybe not.

- [ Laura ] Look at that.
- [ Steele ] Aha.!

- Hi, Wesley Poone, Timeless Motors.
- Hi.

- Hello.
- How can we serve you today?

Are we looking to take a step up
in our driving image?

Or perhaps a gift more becoming
to Mother's speed and vintage?

And what vintage is that supposed to-

Now, Mother, please.
I'm sure Mr.-

- Poone.
- Poone, was only trying to be helpful.

Uh, the fact is, we've really been after that,
uh, very special Auburn.

You know, I, uh,
I did have this car...

- but I-I thought I sold it.
- Uh-huh.

I know I sold this car.

It was a little more than a year ago
to some doctor in the area.

Uh-huh.

Uh, Vanessa! Vanessa, be an angel
and bring me the file on this Auburn.

Oh, this car!

You remember this car,
don't you, Wes?

Vanessa, I remember every car I sell.

Oh, no, Wes. This car. Remember, the night
you won the Million Dollar Sales Club thing?

We celebrated in this car, remember?
I brought the champagne, and you-

Uh, Vanessa. Vanessa, that'll be all. They don't
need to be bored by company chitchat.

- Oh, say, are you here about the letter?
- Letter?

- What letter?
- The-The letter. It arrived a couple months ago.

At first I thought it was some weird
kind of promotional gimmick...

but it had Auburn in it,
so I stuck it in the file.

Uh, may I?

" The key to something of great value
is hidden in your Auburn...

and you know what I mean... soon.''

- Well, that certainly makes everything very clear.
- It does?

Oh, of course. Thank you very much,
Mr. Poone, and you, of course, Vanessa.

You've been more than helpful.

If you'd just let Mother have a copy
of that file here, we'll take it from here.

- I'll see you soon, Mother.
- Excuse me. Where are you taking this car?

Oh, don't worry.
Gaylord's a very good driver.

[ Panting ]

[ Panting Continues ]

[ Sighs ]

- Any luck?
- [ Grunts ]

- Hmm?
-Just-

Last Nov- Last November's
issue of Psychology Today...

and a parking ticket.

- What about you?
- Six parking stubs and an aspirin.

Doesn't seem like the sort of things
the letter had in mind, does it?

You know, we still don't know if this letter has
anything to do with the car coming after us.

- What?
- Nothing.

I just can't help thinking of Dr. Harvey's
libido getting the better of him in here.

Or Vanessa welcoming Wesley Poone
into the Million Dollar Club.

Although, it seems an awfully tight space
to trip the light fantastic, doesn't it?

- Well, where there's a will-
- There's a way?

Laura, this afternoon when you
suggested that we, um... uh, neck...

was that really to avoid the policeman?

Yes... and no.

Yes and no, yes?

[ Gunshot ]

- I think someone's shooting at us.
- Why?

Because we're kissing. Someone always
shoots at us when we're kissing.

" The key to something of great value''-

" The love she had protected for so long
and now could not wait to have snatched''-

" is hidden in your Auburn.''

" deep in a place so private,
she hardly knew it herself.''

" You know what I mean''-

- " Oh, he knew what she meant.''
-" soon.''

" Any moment, the wave would crest...

crashing through her
in rippling undulations.''

Mildred, this doesn't make any sense.

Who cares?
It's still wonderful.

I meant this.

- Oh!
- Now, according to Wesley's file...

the car was bought
by a Joseph Berkholtzer...

and before that it was
owned by a Clarissa McCullum.

- McCullum, like the park?
- It could be. I don't know.

But let's run a check on all of them,
including Dr. Harvey.

This letter, the shooting at us
at Los Amantes Lookout-

somebody must have
something to hide.

What were you doing
at Los Amantes Lookout?

Oh, well-well, Mr. Steele and I,
we stopped to, uh-

Yes?

All right, Mildred, let's have it.

'Cause I know I'm not gonna get anywhere
on this letter with you staring at me like that.

I'm sorry. Who am I to think you
want to tell me about your personal life?

But I can't help wondering.

The picnic, the lookout?

Do you and the boss
have something going?

- Yes, we have.
- Ohh! Ohh!

And this something,
is it really something?

If you mean the something
your Dark Prince writes about, no.

Oh.

Well, what sort of
something do you have?

Well, I- I don't really
know yet, Mildred.

But it's definitely something.

But I'll keep you posted,
sort of, uh, gal-to-gal, all right?

Oh, dear God!

Is it the same one?
It must be.

Oh, he promised me a surprise,
but how on earth did you find it?

- Oh, you're wonderful.
- [ Giggling ]

I don't care. I don't care
if it is bad luck to see him before...

everybody go getJoe, quick.

I take it you must be
Mrs. Berkholtzer.

No, but I will be in 20 minutes
if the reverend can remember his lines.

I supposeJoe told you that we made love
for the very first time in this car.

- No. Not in so many words.
- I was still married to Calvin then and-

Oh, I can remember sitting there
and telling Joe that no matter what we felt...

it was impossible for us,
something that was never meant to be.

But I was wrong, wasn't I?
And here's the proof.

Well, I hate to shatter anyone's illusions-

Oh, no, no.
I mean, that's not possible.

I thought that I would never
get over Calvin's death.

Oh. I knew that it was just one
of those senseless shootings...

you hear about on the news
all the time, but I felt so guilty.

I blamed myself.
And-And now Joe is back and-

Oh.

- Not yet.
- Oh,Joseph.

I think you are the most
extraordinary man alive.

Am I now?

[ Doorbell Chimes ]

Uh, what can I do for you?

My name is Laura Holt. I'm looking for
a Clarissa McCullum. Does she still live here?

- Why, uh, she-
- Who is it, Sam?

Mrs. McCullum?
Actually, I'm from Classic Motor Magazine...

and my editor had this crazy
idea of doing an article...

tracing the histories
of some great classic cars.

- Well, I'm afraid we don't own anything like that.
- What classic car?

A 1 936 Supercharged
Auburn Speedster.

According to the D.M.V. records,
you were the original owner.

- The Auburn.
- What do you want to talk about an old car for?

Oh, now, don't be rude, Sam.
We have a guest.

Now, go in there and make us
a pot of tea. Can I offer you a cup?

I'd love one.

Boy, you really put me in a bind...

- showing up like that, sport.
- Hmm.

Are you sure you won't change your mind now
and sell me that car?

I'll guarantee you a 50% profit.

Well, the car's not really mine to sell.

I'm merely looking into this
little mystery for a friend.

You didn't by any chance receive a copy
of a letter that, uh, looked like this?

" The key to something of great value
is hidden in your Auburn...

and you know what I mean... soon.''

It's weird, but, uh,
it's news to me.

Yes. And you can't think
of any reason or anything...

that would make someone
willing enough to kill for that car?

To tell you the truth,
I never really bought the car.

Way back when, I, uh,
I did some work for the first owner.

She ran out of cash,
and so I took the car in trade.

After a while, I got bored with it,
and I sold it to some car dealer.

Well, in that case, uh, sorry for
the inconvenience and thanks for your time.

Hey, you're welcome to stay
for the wedding if you want.

Uh, that's very kind,
but, uh, weddings make me cry.

My husband,John,
bought me that car.

John bought me lots of things.

He seemed determined to prove to the world
how much he loved me.

I don't think he really knew how.

What did you do?

I fell in love with someone else.
Langston. Langston Drews.

My husband had hired him
to do some surveying on the estate.

And I'd walk along with him
on the surveys.

He was always checking his compass,
counting his strides, scribbling maps.

But he was so frightfully handsome,
and I felt so empty.

- And your husband never knew?
- Not at first.

Langston would meet me
in the Auburn by the garden.

And we'd drive through the woods to
the large chestnut tree with the bench...

and make love.

The best love.

Not that sordid stuff
you see in the movies nowadays.

I'm almost afraid to ask.

Yes,John found out.

He'd given me a senselessly
expensive necklace...

and invited all our friends
over to appreciate his generosity.

I got an urgent note from Langston.

It was risky,
but I slipped away.

And when I met him at the car...

he insisted that we run away
together then and there.

Well, I hadn't expected
anything like that.

I thought he'd gone mad.
I was terrified. I said no.

And somehow,
he took the necklace.

When I returned to the party,
it was gone and John knew.

Did you think he had something like that
in mind from the very beginning?

I couldn't believe that.
But I didn't know what to think.

Langston knew that estate
better than any of us.

He knew they'd be waiting for him
at the gate. Well, he was arrested.

John used his influence to get
him a hopeless prison sentence.

They searched the car a hundred times,
the house, the grounds.

But to my knowledge,
the necklace was never recovered.

And you never saw Langston again?

Never.

Sometime later,John died.

And, except for the Auburn...

he left the entire estate to the city.

I think it's a park now.

Then you met and married Sam?

Oh, Sam and I aren't married.
We're just living together.

I think it's more exciting
that way anyhow.

[ Laura Panting ]

[ Laura Moaning ]

[ Laura ]
Don't stop.

[ Both Grunting ]

How was it for you, Laura?

Oily.

But it hardly seems like the key
to something of great value.

Well, the letter said
it was in the Auburn.

- Something was keeping this
wedged in place. Come on. - Back under.

Well, so far, all we've
managed to come up with...

is a mass of recording tape
caught in the seat coils.

- The Yellow Rolls-Royce.
- This is still an Auburn, no?

No. The Yellow Rolls-Royce.

Rex Harrison, George C. Scott,
Shirley MacLaine...

Art Carney, Ingrid Bergman,
Omar Sharif, MGM, 1 965.

Is there a movie
for every case we have?

- It seems that way, doesn't it?
- Mm.

You see, this yellow Rolls-Royce
is passed on from owner to owner.

The only connection between them is that
they each had an affair in the car...

which changed the course of their lives.

- This car does seem to have that effect on people.
- With a passion.

- What is that?
- What is it?

Don't know.
Looks like a bullet.

A bullet. Naturally.

The grille of the car.
Come on.

The shot must have
torn through the grille...

gone under the engine
and lodged itself in the carriage.

Didn't you tell me the new Mrs. Berkholtzer
said her first husband...

was killed in a senseless shooting?

I think it's time we had another
little chat with Mr. Berkholtzer.

That won't be necessary.

I don't know how you found out
about me and Calvin...

but for what it's worth,
it was an accident.

He'd gotten wise to me and Jeanette.
He didn't know she was gonna break it off.

So he threatened to kill me.

We struggled in front of the car,
the gun went off.

I was just a construction worker
for him then.

I couldn't giveJeanette
the life she needed.

But I knew if she ever found out that
I shot Calvin, I'd never get her back.

So I dumped his body in the park.
Ifixed the grille.

I spent the last eight years building
a contracting company of my own.

Yes, well, it seems you have
everything now, doesn't it?

That's right.
And I don't intend to lose it now.

I didn't want to do this.

That's why when I got your letter,
I tried to steal the car, but you got it back.

Then I thought a couple of shots would
scare you off, but you just kept coming.

We never sent any letter.
But that doesn't explain...

why you tried to run us down
in the park in the first place.

What park? I don't know
what you're talking about.

But I've got a honeymoon plane to catch,
and we're all out of time. I'm sorry.

- Move!
- [ Gunshot ]

- I could have sworn you didn't have a gun.
- I don't.

[ Engine Starting ]

[ Tires Squealing ]

Incredible!

- A little too well-timed,
even for a Good Samaritan. - And we're not even kissing.

The gun, the bullet,
Berkholtzer's confession.

We've certainly done a heck
of a night's work for the D.A.

Yep. Which doesn't
solve our problem, eh?

Do you think whoever sent those letters
was out to blackmail Berkholtzer?

I'd like to think so, but it
just doesn't make any sense.

If they knew about the murder,
why send letters to everyone else?

No. No, whoever's behind this
wants us right in the middle.

Now all we have to figure out is why.

Which leaves us with a coil full of tape.

Maybe there's something on this
that can put all the pieces together.

I'll try to get this unscrambled.

Yes. Well, there certainly are enough pieces
to go around, aren't there?

Laura? Laura?

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

You know, I realized when I got home last
night, we still had to put the car back together.

No problem.

- Nothing left over.
- Nothing of any importance.

- Uh-huh.
- Now the tape.

[ Woman ]
Oh, yes!

[ Moaning, Breathing Heavily ]

[ Moaning, Breathing Heavily Continues ]

[ Moaning Continues ]

- [ Clicks Off
- While they seem fairly engrossed in their own mysteries...

I don't think it's doing us any good.

Well, one runs across this kind of problem
time and time again in detective work.

The trick simply is to think of it
purely as evidence, nothing more.

And you can listen to this
without being... moved?

-[ Clicks On ]
-[ Kissing ]

[ Woman Sighing ]

[ Woman Sighing ]

[ Woman Moaning ]

[ Man Sighing ]

[ Woman Moaning ]

- [ Clicks Off]
- All right, so it's driving me crazy. So I'm human.

- So am I.
- So?

So, the whole bloody case
has been like this.

I'm starting to think that we're
the only two people in the whole state...

who have yet to make love in that car.

Well, I didn't go looking for that.

And what about Tom Jones then, eh? And all
those other little hints you've been dropping?

What hints?

" And so he took her, as only
a man can take a woman...

- who yearns, who begs to be taken.''
- [ Laughing ]

Laura, can you honestly stand there and
tell me that you don't want us to be lovers?

- You know I do.
- Well, then why aren't we on the phone right now?

I mean, planning a weekend in paradise?

What is it you're really afraid of?

- Langston Drews.
- Who?

Exactly. Who? A mystery man who cut
a fast tango through a woman's life...

and left her with nothing
but a scrapbook full of memories.

- I don't want that.
- You mean my past, don't you?

Oh, I see you got my research
on Dr. Harvey and Clarissa McCullum.

- Yes. We were just on our way out.
The case, as it were? - The case.

- The case?
- Mm-hmm.

[ Doorbell Chimes ]

Ah, good news, Dr. Harvey.
We found your car, by the way.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Tell me, Dr. Harvey,
has your wife returned yet?

No. She decided to
stay a few days longer.

Well, that's very interesting,
because according to our research...

you've never been married.

Now, are there any other little corrections
you'd like to make to your story?

- You found the tape, didn't you?
- As a matter of fact-

I knew when I came back
and found you in here it was no accident.

And then when I went through my mail
and found the letter you sent-

How much do you want
to keep quiet about her?

- Her, who?
- You know who- Monica.

The patient of mine
I had the affair with.

You had an affair with one of your patients?

Oh, I know you can get me drummed right out
of psychiatry for something like that.

But when Monica first came to see me,
she was a broken spirit.

Crushed by betrayal
and rejected at every turn.

And then, week by week, bit by bit...

we began to build
a whole new life together.

New job, new friends, new clothes.

You don't know what it's like
to do that for someone.

Right before my eyes she blossomed,
and she loved me for it.

As a doctor, I knew I should have
discounted that, but I couldn't.

She continued to come and see me, even
though we both knew it was no longer necessary.

We'd go out to dinner
and call it a session.

We'd go to the theater
and call it a session.

And then, one night,
we went out for a ride in the Auburn...

and it was a session no longer.

Somebody must have got wind of it,
because I found a tape recorder under the seat.

The tape was all mixed up
with the coils.

I tore out as much as I could,
but I always suspected I didn't get all of it.

It was then I realized
how wrong I'd been.

So, a few days later,
I told her it had to end.

Well, then she lost control. She started
to smash the fender with a rock. Ha!

Well, after she calmed down, I referred her
to another psychiatrist, at my expense...

had the fender fixed and took off
for Europe to let things cool down.

Dr. Harvey,
we never sent you any letter...

and we have no interest
in your previous indiscretions.

Or the sounds of them.
There are no more copies.

I don't understand.

-Join the club.
- Hmm.

Back to where it all started.
Now what?

I don't know.
But if it wasn't for Dr. Harvey and his tape...

or Berkholtzer and his bullet...

then the only one left is Clarissa
and her missing necklace.

Well, it's not in that car,
and you can take my word for it.

She told me they searched the car when they
stopped him at the gate and they couldn't find it.

- But he had it when he left here.
- He?

- Langston Drews.
- Ah, yes, the mystery man. Whatever happened to him?

According to Mildred's research,
he died six months ago in prison.

They mailed his papers
and effects to Clarissa.

- Oh. A pity he's not here to give us a clue.
- Isn't he?

Maybe he is. But I'm not planning on
cutting a fast tango through your life.

I'm not gonna stop wanting you, but those
are the only guarantees I can give you.

I know.

Should we go?

I'd like some time to myself here.

Okay. See you in the car.

[ Clarissa's Voice ]
He was always checking his compass...

counting his strides,
scribbling maps.

And we'd drive through the woods
to the old chestnut tree.

[ Steele's Voice ]
The gauges have taken some scratching.

You were right. Langston did give us a clue.
A map of some kind.

- Can you think of anything?
- The gauges.

The rims are all nicked, but they're
too regular to be accidental.

- Do you have a compass?
- As a matter of fact, I do, on my key chain.

- And I think I know where he may have stopped.
- Okay.

Okay.

- Is this the place?
- I think so.

Where's that, uh, piece of paper
with the compass markings?

- Okay. Let's go to the tree.
- All right. Yep, that's right.

[ Sighs ]
All right.

- Okay. North.
- Ready?

[ Both ]
One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

Well, that's roughly it.
Roughly. Okay.

One, two, three, four.

Well, if that's right, this is it.

- Okay. Let's see.
- Should we move the rock?

Okay.

[ Laura Gasps ]

Uh-huh. Okay.

The necklace.
The necklace.

Found by the best detectives in the city.

- [ Laura ] Sam.!
- Sam.

You sent those letters?

Guilty. I thought maybe one of the former
owners had found what I was looking for...

and I had to test their reactions.
[ Chuckles ]

Who would have thought that an old car
could have so many secrets?

- But if you knew about the necklace-
- Knew about it,yes.

But where it was,
how to find it, no.

In the papers that they sent us
after Langston died...

all he said was that the key to the necklace
was in the car.

That was all.

Look,you know that
Clarissa and I are not rich.

Now I thought if we could
lay our hands on that necklace...

I could give her everything
that I want for her.

All the things that I can't give her.

Without her knowing,
I took my savings out...

and I hired this private detective,
a cheap one.

He took all my money,
but all I got in return...

was a list of the names
of the previous owners.

No key, no necklace, nothing.

So you stole the car and tried to run us
both down in the park, is that it?

That wasn't meant to harm you.

But I didn't have any more money,
and I wanted the best...

and that seemed like a good way
to get you interested.

Then it was you
who shot at Berkholtzer.

I never figured there was
gonna be a killer in this.

But when he took those shots at you,
Ifigured I better stay close by.

You were working for me, even though you
didn't know it, and I couldn't see you getting hurt.

[ Sighs ]

Well, now I, uh...

I'd like to have that necklace,
if you don't mind.

- Sam, don't do this.
- [ Clarissa ] Don't, Sam.

I told you to wait in the car.

I never was one to do
what I'm told, you know that.

Clarissa, that necklace
is worth a million dollars.

It can mean a whole
new life for us.

It's a little late for
a whole new life now, Sam.

I don't want the necklace.

I didn't want it
when John gave it to me...

and I don't want it from you,
not like this.

Will Sam have to go to
prison now, like Langston?

Well, he did save our lives,
after all. Um-

If he cooperates with us,
there's a good chance he won't have to.

Put down the gun, Sam,
and come home now.

Someone to make the tea,
keep our bed warm.

You're all I want now, Sam.
Don't you know that yet?

You know where to find me.

- [ Printing ]
-# [ Whistling ]

- What's that?
- Oh, no, nothing. Nothing.

Just a rundown of the case.

I guess Clarissa meant what she said about
turning the necklace over to the city...

with the rest of the estate.

But it's hard to stop thinking about all
those people, all that passion, all for love.

At least we won't be tortured
by the constant thought...

- of what we might be doing in that Auburn, eh?
- [ Chuckles ]

Excuse me. I'm Alma Prince,
and I'm looking for a Mildred Krebs.

Uh, Miss Krebs isn't here right now,
but perhaps we could help you.

Well, it seems that my son, Robert...

has become a little too fond
of playing with his computer...

and has been sending Miss Krebs,
among others...

shall we say transmissions
of a sensitive nature...

and I think that Robert
owes her an apology.

- You mean he's the Dark Prince?
- Who?

Well, I did it. Now before you say anything,
I want you to know we need another write-off...

and the agency could
always use another car...

and Dr. Harvey let it go
for a song, so I did it.

- I bought the Auburn.
- [ Both ] What?

I knew you'd be excited.
Oh, hi.

Well, who might you be, young man?

- Someone called the Dark Prince.
- What?

Ohh!

[ Mews ]

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