All language subtitles for Remington Steele s03e01 Steele At It.eng

Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

Oh. Magnifique, honey.

Thanks, Mildred.
Where's Mr. Steele sitting tonight?

Oh, he's out there somewhere. He wouldn't
miss your last concert for anything.

- You okay?
- Just a little nervous.

What are you nervous about?
The concert is going great.

- Mildred.
- What?

- Tonight's the night!
- For what?

A new chapter to begin.

These past two weeks- I don't know. It's
something about being in Europe for the first time.

It's opened my eyes,
given me a new perspective on life.

- All I got was a tan.
- I've always been so analytical, Mildred...

always needing to know
how everything fits before I make a move.

No more.
You can't live like that.

You gotta let go a little,
take a chance!

- Que ser�, ser�.!
- Exactly!

Oh.

What are we
talking about, honey?

Let me put it
this way, Mildred.

- I've had certain reservations about Mr. Steele.
- Mm-hmm.

But he and I have worked
side by side for two years now.

We've grown together.

He's more responsible,
more caring.

And I feel bolder,
more confident. So-

Tonight's the night?

Oh, that's great!

How did Mr. Steele put it?

Actually, Mildred,
he doesn't know yet.

Am I missing
something somewhere?

This is my decision.

It's up to me
to tell him how I feel.

So you're gonna jump him?

I'm sure,
when the moment comes...

it will be romantic
as only Mr. Steele can make it.

- Mon ch�ri.
- Time to go.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.
Take off.

Laura.

- Oh, hi, Ron.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Uh, yeah. I- I- I just thought maybe,
uh, you know, you and I could, um...

grab some dinner tonight
after the reception.

Oh.

Thanks, but, uh,
I have a date.

Ah. Well.

Shucks.

Maybe a drink
tomorrow, uh, then?

Oh. That would be nice.

Well.

If you don't want him,
can I have him?

- Stood up?
- Yeah.

- It's beginning to look that way.
- Laura.

Ah.! Laura.
There you are. Yes.

- Where have you been?
- Oh, uh-

I had to go out for a breath of fresh air
after that final number.

Yes. I was deeply moved.
Deeply moved.

- By "Yankee Doodle Dandy"?
- Mmm. Stirring rendition.

Well, uh, we don't want to be late
for the reception, do we?

Uh, shall we go? Yes.

Well, it must be exciting, Inspector Vouvray,
solving murders and... such.

H�las, monsieur, not many murders
to solve here. Not like your country.

Here it is mostly, as you say,
the small potatoes-

the drunken people hitting each other,
the auto crashes, des choses comme �a.

Routine. No, no. Much better
to talk about your work, Monsieur Steele.

When I heard you were here,
I said, "Ah. This is a man I must meet. "

Not to dishearten you, Inspector...

but, you know, after a while,
even solving...

the most sensational cases
of national importance...

becomes, as you say,
you know, a tad routine.

- Monsieur Inspecteur, viens ici.
- Uh, excusez-moi.

You know, Ron, I'm fascinated
by the way you conduct the glee club.

Oh, really?
Well, gosh, I, uh-

I didn't realize you were
such a music lover, Miss Krebs.

Who's talking about music?

Shall we get
some more bubbly?

Oh. Three cheers
for Mildred.

Thought I was gonna need an iron bar
to pry that aging altar boy away from you.

What do you say
we get out of here?

We just arrived.
Isn't that a tad, uh, rude?

- Uh-huh.
- Oh.

Oh. I'd love to. Hmm.

H�las, mademoiselle, monsieur,
I'm afraid I must go.

There has been a robbery,
you see.

- A very big robbery.
- Oh. Shocking. Shocking.

- What's been stolen?
- The Hapsburg Dagger.

- The what?
- The Hapsburg Dagger.

Ajewel-encrusted gift...

presented to the Hapsburgs
in the, uh, 16th century.

Excellent, Monsieur Steele.

I thought the Hapsburg Dagger
was just a myth-

like the Maltese Falcon.

Oh, h�las, no.
The dagger is all too real...

as the number of those who have died
trying to obtain it can attest.

- The dagger is priceless.
- What was it doing here in Cannes?

Uh, we are still
gathering the facts...

but it appears the last
gentleman to own it...

came here from Hong Kong to sell it
to a gentleman from Frankfurt.

It sounds more like one of your cases
than one of mine, Monsieur Steele.

It does have a certain
flair to it, doesn't it?

Ah. If only we had an expert
like you in our department.

Well, uh, why don't you help
the inspector out, Mr. Steele?

I don't think that's
such a good idea.

I must confess the same thought,
uh, crossed my mind.

But, uh, how can I ask such a thing of you,
Monsieur Steele, on your holiday and all-

Are you kidding?

He could find that overgrown butter knife
in no time. Couldn't you, boss?

Yes. Indeed, Mildred. Hmm.

A shame we have to be back in Los Angeles
in two days on important business.

Two days with the great
Remington Steele is better than none.

I'm delighted and honored
to have you with me on the hunt.

- Uh-
- Now, tell me. How would you begin?

- Oh-
- Excuse me. I'm sure he'll want me along.

Dance?

- Your thoughts, Monsieur Steele?
- Hmm?

Ah, yes. Uh, well-

I must confess, Inspector, uh,
I'm as baffled as you are, you know.

- Yes. Quite a smooth job indeed.
- Yes.

- Clearly a professional at work.
- Mmm. Mm-hmm.

The thief has left us
not a clue.

Inspecteur.

Hmm?

- Excuse us.
- Ah. Oui.

Oui.

Oh.

- Huh.
- Ah.

Bureaucracy. You know.
The same everywhere, n'est-ce pas?

- Mmm. Mmm.
- Well, I think we've done all we can for this evening.

- Oh.
- Ah. Mademoiselle Holt. What have you there?

- I just found this in the alley.
- Ah!

- Collecting men's clothing, are we?
- It could be a clue.

- Mmm.
- It looks brand-new and was recently discarded.

It rained this afternoon,
but this is dry.

You think perhaps
it belonged to the thief?

It's a long shot, but it, uh-
It could be part of a disguise.

- There's a label in it from a local shop.
- Oh.

- Something to check out anyway.
- Excellent.

I also talked to a woman
who lives over the alley.

She said there was a black motorcycle
parked there this evening...

about the time
the robbery occurred.

Again excellent! This, uh,
assistant of yours...

obviously has learned
a great deal from the master.

Oh, yes! Uh, my prize pupil.

That inspector was a real character,
don't you think?

I'm sorry.
I didn't hear you.

- Nothing important.
- Hey. Uh...

I'll see you
in the morning, okay?

It's a little early to turn in,
don't you think?

Um, I, uh-

I have a bottle of
Dom P�rignon in my room.

- Would you-
- Sounds lovely.

Hmm.

How convenient.

One can order breakfast
without ever leaving bed.

- Mmm.
- Uh, can I, uh- Can I get my key in the door?

Oh.

Mon ch�ri.

I need you so desperately.

I come in the house...

put down the groceries,
hear something...

then boom!

- C'est tout.
- The same man must have been waiting for me.

- And you didn't get a good look at him.
- It was so dark.

It happened so fast.

He threw me against the wall.
Then when I opened my eyes...

the dagger was gone,
and so was he.

Well, this is splendid.

I'm deputized by the police
to investigate my own burglary.

My associate is gonna
expose me if I can't stop her.

In the meantime, I've gotta find out
who stole the dagger from us.

Ah, it's all right.
It's all right.

Well, at least we can comfort ourselves
with one thing.

Can't get any worse, can it?

Hmm.

Mr. Steele must already
be gone, Inspector.

Following his own leads,
no doubt.

Ah, oui.
Je comprends.

Such a man as Mr. Steele
works best alone, huh?

Not really, Inspector. He can just be
a bit mysterious about his partners.

- Yes, de Guiche?
- We found a black motorcycle, Inspector...

just as the mademoiselle described...

abandoned behind the Cannes Theatre.

It was rented to a John Robie.

The given address was fraudulent.

- John Robie?
- And, uh, what about the black dickey?

An inquiry is being made.

Oh.

Uh, h�las,
Mademoiselle Holt, I must go.

Uh, please tell Mr. Steele
to stay in constant touch, will you?

- Yes.
- � bient�t.

Au revoir.

John Robie?

Hi, honey.
How's it goin'?

- Good morning, ladies.
- Good morning.

Laura, I have got two tickets to the harbor-
to the harbor cruise, and, um...

I thought, maybe if you weren't
doing anything, that maybe you and I could-

Ron, why don't you
take Mildred? Yeah.

Oh. Well.

Shall we weigh anchor?

Oh.

John Robie.

That louse!

Wait!

Wait!

- Wait!
- Laura, what are you doing here?

- Stop, Mr. Steele!
- What are you doing here?

- Stop!
- I'd love to, but those gentlemen back there-

- They'd like to kill me.
- Well, they'll have to take a number!

Could we continue this conversation
somewhere else? Come on.

This is larceny!

On the other hand-

John Robie indeed! I would have
expected a little more originality!

- What are you talking about?
- To Catch a Thief.

Cary Grant, Grace Kelly.
Paramount, 1955.

Grant plays a retired cat burglar
named John Robie.

- I'm impressed.
- You took me to see it three weeks ago.

Typical of you to rent
a motorcycle in that name.

I rented a motorcycle?

- More than that. You stole the Hapsburg Dagger!
- I did?

No wonder you were so insistent
that I join the glee club tour.

All this time I thought
you were being nice...

when the whole time you just wanted to
come to the Riviera so you could steal that dagger!

Laura, could you just
move a bit to starboard?

- Admit it!
- Laura!

- Admit it! You stole it!
- It's not what you think, Laura.

Now, if you don't mind,
I'd like to help us live to fight another day!

I think one of the gentlemen
back there has a gun.

They all have guns, Laura.
Big guns.

- Who are they?
- Oh, nice of you to inquire.

They call themselves
the Palermo brothers...

only they're not from Palermo,
and they're not brothers.

What they are, however-

are three of the deadliest
thieves on the Continent.

Why are they chasing you?

- Because they think I have the Hapsburg Dagger.
- But you do have it!

But someone stole it from me.

- What?
- It's a rather complicated story.

Well, don't worry about
the Palermo brothers.

If we ever live through this little escapade,
I'm gonna kill you myself!

If we can just get 'round
that point in time-

How do you know
this coast so well?

Misspent youth. Now, if you'll be
just good enough to hand me your purse.

All right, Mr. Steele.
Let's have the whole story.

Not now, Laura.
I have a pressing appointment.

You're not getting away
from me this time. Now talk!

- Really, Laura.
- I mean it!

I'm tired of your games.

Now, just once you're gonna
level with me. Now talk!

You're right. But just now it would be a lot
easier to come with me, and you'll understand.

- I promise.
- No tricks?

No. No tricks.

I promise. Come on.

Thank God you're all right.
What happened to you?

It's okay. It's okay.

Henri and Joelle Lebret,
may I present, uh, Laura Holt.

Oh, forgive
my abominable manners.

- Joelle is-
- My daughter. Come in.

We, uh-We owe Miss Holt
an explanation.

Uh, you see, back when
Henri's name wasn't Henri...

and mine wasn't
Remington Steele...

uh, we did a little work together
on the Mediterranean.

- Work?
- Uh, smuggling.

He was just a lad,
but he was superb on the boat.

That's when we made
the acquaintance of, uh...

three small-timers known as
the Palermo brothers.

- Uh, fellow craftsmen.
- Competitors.

Who have since gone on to,
uh, bigger and better things.

Henri has too.
After, uh...

business got a bit too hot for us to continue, uh,
he bought a hotel in Cannes...

which over the years has developed
a reputation for, uh, some discretion.

Thank you very much.
Uh, many transactions...

of a highly sensitive nature,
uh, transpire there.

All perfectly legal, I assure you.
Just involving people who want absolute privacy.

The Hapsburg Dagger
was gonna be sold there...

but, uh, our old friends
the Palermo brothers got wind of it.

They said they would mutilate my beautiful
Joelle if I didn't help them to steal it.

- They would do it too.
- So Henri called me...

and I told him
what we should do.

- Steal the dagger first. With my help, of course.
- Of course.

Later, when the Palermo
brothers left town...

Henri was gonna return the dagger
to its rightful owner.

Um, when your invitation for
the glee club tour arrived, um-

It was like divine intervention.

Mmm.
So, uh...

I stole the dagger last night
and gave it toJoelle.

And when I got home last night,
the house was dark...

my father was knocked unconscious,
and someone grabbed me.

- And took the dagger.
- Oui.

- The Palermo brothers.
- Ah. But it wasn't.

Because they came looking for the dagger
later that night themselves.

Obviously our little ruse
didn't fool them.

They threatened us.
I said I would show them where the dagger was.

Henri got their attention, and I, uh-
through the window.

They think he has the dagger.

When they ran after him,
Joelle and I escaped.

Quite a story.

So, correct me if I'm wrong,
Mr. Steele...

but if we don't retrieve this dagger immediately,
one of two things will happen.

- Mm-hmm. - Either Inspector Vouvray
will expose you as the thief...

or the Palermo brothers will find you
and chop you up into tiny pieces.

Yes. I- I think that's
an adequate summation. Mmm.

Mmm. Where are you going?

To change clothes.
We haven't got much time.

I think it is beautiful, Mademoiselle Holt,
to sacrifice yourself for your partner.

Ex-partner, Monsieur Lebret.

When this case is finished,
so are we.

Well, this is ridiculous, Laura.

How are we gonna solve anything
if we don't talk to each other?

Look, if you're so bloody hostile,
why don't you just let me fend for myself?

I would. But I have my own career
to think about.

It wouldn't look very good if my alleged boss
ended up in a French jail.

Disgrace can be contagious.

What makes you think
I'm gonna get caught?

- Why didn't you trust me?
- Ah-

All right. Suppose I told you about Henri's
problem? Would you have approved of my plan?

- Of course not.
- There. You see.

It was a stupid plan, amply demonstrated
by our present circumstances.

It was an excellent plan,
and I would have been in the clear...

if you hadn't been so intent
on playing Nancy Drew.

I suppose it's also my fault...

that the Palermo brothers
didn't fall for your little scheme.

At the moment, the Palermo brothers
are easier to cope with than you.

We're partners, remember? We're supposed to
share information, trust one another.

Hi, kids.!

Hi, Mildred.

Hi, Mildred.

Oh, don't worry.
I won't intrude on romance.

Where's Ron?

He's gone somewhere.

Have you been to the gardens, Mildred?
Lovely vista, beautiful walkways.

- That's for lovebirds like you.
- How about the museum?

- You've seen one museum-
- I know you haven't been to the casino, Mildred.

Uh, use my personal
line of credit, okay?

- It's a great place to meet people.
- Absolutely.

Try the baccarat tables.
That's where the fat cats hang out.

- I don't know how to play.
- You'll learn.

- Remember. My personal line of credit, okay?
- Okay.

- Where was I?
- I think it was something to the effect...

- that I can't get it through my head that-
- I count in all this.

I wanted to include you, but I couldn't
because I knew damn well how you'd react.

- My friend needed help, and he needed it fast.
- Well, you've done a great job.

With any luck, we can stay alive
and out of jail for at least another hour or two.

Wait a minute.
That's not the point.

This partnership you keep trumpeting
has a rather lopsided lean to it.

I couldn't come to you in my hour of need
because I knew that if you disagreed...

there would be no room-
no room whatsoever for discussion.

Hmph! That's a partnership?

- How do you think that makes me feel?
- But it's my agency!

- Using my good name!
- You don't have a name- good, bad or otherwise.

- I gave you your blasted name.
- And I've lived-And I've lived up to it.

I've not only maintained
your little deception...

but I've been a steady partner, putting my hide
on the line with yours, going on for three years.

So why do I get this feeling that every time
I leave your sight, I have to ask permission?

I never realized you found
our arrangement so stultifying.

I thought we had
a rather democratic procedure.

Oh, yes. As long as
you're in control.

Some bloody democracy.
I mean, take last night.

- What about last night?
- It was typical Laura Holt.

You decided unilaterally,
without discussion...

that we were finally gonna
consummate our relationship.

- Isn't that what you wanted?
- Yes, but I'd like to have some small say in the matter.

I thought you were
pretty involved.

That's not what I mean.
That's not what I mean at all.

I'm not an equal. I'm more like the errant
schoolboy who needs your guiding hand.

No matter how many times I prove myself,
I always get the same look from you-

this gazed veiled look
of suspicion.

- "What's he up to now?"
- Can you blame me?

Yes.

- I don't know how much longer I can live with it anyway.
- Well, good.

We finally agree
on something.

We do?

It's obvious our differences
are irreconcilable.

It was a mistake to think this
partnership could ever work.

- Business and pleasure have never and will never work.
- Beau Geste.

I'm really not in the mood for
one of your movie quotes right now.

No, no, no, no, Laura.
That yacht- It's called the Beau Geste.

It's a boat. So what?

- Well, it wasn't there yesterday.
- What does that boat have to do with what we were talking about?

Regardless of who actually swiped the bloody
dagger, we now know who it was stolen for.

Where did I lose control
of this conversation?

There are three collectors who have lusted
after the Hapsburg Dagger for years.

The first is a Russian
named Kemidov.

He also hired
the Palermo brothers before...

so I suspect his hand
is involved in this somehow.

The second is a Japanese
merchant named Suribachi.

Presently he's in no financial position
to engineer such a job. So that rules him out.

The third and last collector is a South African
playboy named Freddie Smith...

who's made his fortune running guns
to anybody with money.

And he just happens to own a yacht,
which just happens to be named-

The Beau Geste.

Mmm.

Laura, look out!

Taxi! Taxi!

Follow that car!
Suivez cette auto-

No, no, no. Off duty. Finished.
No, no, no.

- This is an emergency. Emergency.
- Uh-Ah, ah, ah.

- Perhaps you'll understand this. Mon ami. Mon ami.
- Ah!

Ah, yes. Ah.
The universal language.

Ah.

A chicken!
Follow that car!

Allez, allez, allez.!

Ah. Go.

I don't think I'm gonna like this.

Okay.

I hate to be the bearer
of bad news, Laura.

- What bad news?
- No brakes.

Well, that's cleared out
the nasal passages, eh?

- �tes-vous bless�?
- Non. �a va. Merci.

Attention, toutes voitures.

Si vous voyez le d�tective am�ricain,
Remington Steele, arr�tez-le imm�diatement.

Inspector Vouvray has just issued
a warrant for your arrest.

Yes. Well, it's been
that kind of day, hasn't it?

- I suggest we get the hell out of here.
- Uh-huh. Capital idea.

Madame a gagn�.

Ah! Bingo!

- Non. Banco.
- Whatever.

T�l�phone pour Madame.

- T�l�phone pour vous.
- Pour moi?

Merci.

Countess von Krebs.

Oh, hi, Miss Holt.

Now? Oh, no.
I'm on a hot streak.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.
Wait, wait, wait. I didn't get it all.

Wait just a minute.
Yeah. Right.

Regulator. Uh-huh.

What? Weight belts?

- Not a bad move.
- Goldfinger.

Sean Connery. Gert Fr�be.
United Artists. 1964.

Ah.

This might be a bit trickier than I thought,
Laura. You better stay here.

And let you have all the fun?
I wouldn't hear of it.

You are, without doubt, one of
the most obstinate women I've ever met.

Flattery will get you nowhere.

Having trouble?

Ah. My guess is it's
somewhere in his stateroom.

How do we get down there
without Smith seeing us?

- That's your department.
- Oh.

I don't recall seeing
you two on my guest list.

Then I leave that sort of
thing to my steward.

In fact, I don't know who half these bloody
people are, and it's my party. Freddie Smith.

Frances Stevens.
And this is John Robie.

I must remember to thank
whoever invited you here.

Oh. You flatter me.

You won't mind if I monopolize the lady's time
for a while, will you, matey?

I wish you better luck
than I've enjoyed lately.

- I haven't seen the bow yet.
- Then that is where we will start the grand tour.

- Oh.
- Ah.

- Ah.
- Oh.

Not too subtle, Freddie.

Now, don't be shy, love.
This is the deluxe tour.

Oh. Oh.
Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm!

Mmm.

Well, I'm glad to see you're
not one for preliminaries.

- Neither am I. Let's have some fun!
- Ooh! Ah! Oh!

Disgusting.

I haven't found it yet.

Oh!

Mmm!

Oh, you're a little tigress,
aren't you?

I love a woman with spirit.

Oh.! Oh.!

Oh, who the hell is that?

Yes. What do you want?

There's been a slight
altercation at the bar.

I think they need
your, uh, services.

I'll be right back.
Now, don't lose that feeling.

Don't worry.

Come on.

What happened, Laura?
Your libido get in the line of duty?

We were halfway to the bow
when he stopped and said...

"Why don't we start
with my stateroom?"

- What was I supposed to do?
- You managed to hold me off for two years.

The least you could have done
was hold him up for five minutes.

- Surely that's not jealousy I detect.
- We're talking business.

Are we? I think your whole problem
is that you don't know the difference...

between what is professional
and what is personal.

I don't know the difference?

Just finish the job, please.

It's done.

What do you want? Applause?

He's coming!

I don't know what your friend was
talking about. There was no problem up there.

Oh, he's probably looking for me.
He's the jealous type.

Oh, yeah?
And what are you?

Me? I'm the adventurous type.

Oh. Oh.

- Oh, my gosh!
- What? What is it? What is it?

Mr. Robie's antiseizure medicine.

- I forgot to give it to him.
- That can wait.

I wouldn't want him to interrupt us
at an inopportune moment.

Right.

Don't lose that feeling.

Laura, I was beginning to worry.

About Smith or me?

Come here.

Oh, no!

No.!

Oh! Oh. Oh.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

The dagger.

Oh. Yes.

And now, arrivederci.

Arrivederci.
Arrivederci.

Arrivederci.

Oh, my God!

Oh, blast. Blast.
Of course the dagger's gone.

Right here.

Right here. That's where
the killer stood.

This case just broke
wide open.

Ah. Monsieur Steele. Mademoiselle Holt.
Come in. Come in.

I was desolated to issue
the warrant for your arrest.

- Ah.
- You've come to turn yourself in?

No, no, no. I've come
to clear my name.

More than that, Inspector.
We know who has the dagger.

- Well, this is good news indeed.
- Mmm.

- First, though, I have a confession to make.
- Oui?

I did steal the dagger from the hotel,
but I meant to return it.

- Uh-huh.
- I'll explain about that later.

The most important thing
you should know, though...

is someone stole the dagger
from Henri Lebret and myself.

- Uh-huh? - That someone had to
have extremely good connections...

to the criminal element to even know that
the dagger was being brought to the Riviera.

Uh-huh.

Furthermore, this person had to have
the means to monitor conversations.

Wiretaps. Bugs.

That sort of thing.

Uh, excusez-moi.

Such excitement.
Uh, I must get a notepad or I forget.

Oh. Oui.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Well.

H�las.

Thank you.

It was the matches that
gave you away, Inspector.

How cold-blooded of you to calmly smoke a pipe
while waiting to murder three men.

The, uh-The stuff dreams are made of.

- Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
- You were clever, Inspector.

Through your sources, you learned
that the dagger was being sold.

You saw the Palermo brothers
approach Henri...

and you tapped his phone
and learned about Mr. Steele's plan.

That must have been about the time
when you contacted Freddie Smith...

and told him you could supply
his long-sought prize.

Ah, for the right price,
of course.

I mean, enough to retire on,
I'd wager.

It was your plan all along to enlist
Mr. Steele at the glee club reception.

That way you could hold him as close
as you wanted and monitor his progress.

Of course! You saw us looking at
the Beau Geste.

Then you decided
to run us down.

We were getting too close,
were we not?

- When that didn't work, you made
Mr. Steele the prime suspect.

Ah. That must be Lieutenant de Guiche.
Hmm? Hmm?

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Good evening, Lieutenant.
We have the dagger...

and somewhere in this apartment
you'll find the submachine gun...

that killed the Palermo brothers.

Then it's true.
I'm sickened, Inspector.

Shall we, uh-Yes?

Come on.

That's my car over there.

Turn around. Slowly,
s'il vous pla�t.

Now carefully...

place your pistols
on the ground.

Kick them this way.

I would have liked to have done it all myself,
mes amis, but, uh, unfortunately for you...

I needed help.

Now, into the car.

Laura, duck!

Aaah!

Ah. Don't move.
Don't move.

Inspector, please.
Thank you very much.

Come on. Come on. Move it.
Come on. That's it.

Justice prevails after all, Inspector.

I, uh-

I think he got the point,
Laura, don't you?

Henri and Joelle certainly seem
to be happy to be out of hiding.

Yeah. They do, don't they?

You're not going to
count it again, are you?

Laura, this is our first finder's fee.
I'm entitled to, uh, savor it.

Mildred!
Where have you been?

- Uh, the casino.
- All night?

- Since yesterday afternoon.
- How much did you lose, Mildred?

Oh, I was way up there
for a while, boss. I really was.

- How much, Mildred?
- Then when it was all gone...

I thought if I just had
one more hand- one more hand.

- How much?
- 224,000 francs, monsieur.

- What?
- Oh, Mildred.

That's a lot, isn't it?

Mmm.

- Merci.
- Au revoir.

- Toodle-oo.
- I believe these belong to you, Mr. Steele.

I'm sorry.

So, does, uh, Remington Steele return
to Los Angeles with you...

or does he, uh, disappear back
into the misty night again?

How can he disappear?

You're not only
a nationally known detective...

- you're an international hero.
- Oh.

Well, if the shoe fits, Laura.

Only a joke.
Only a joke.

I know.

Look. Why deny it?

We're a terrific team,
you and I.

Our only problems arise when we try to cross
the line between the boardroom and the bedroom.

I know you care about me.

I care about you too.
A great deal.

But if we care about preserving
this partnership of ours...

then we can't try to...

conduct a romance
at the same time.

That's why I've decided not to
see you anymore outside ofbusiness hours.

It'll be hard at first,
but... it's for the best.

We'll just have to give it up.

Well, say something.

It's obvious, uh, you've given this decision
a great deal of thought, Laura...

and I'm not gonna try
and talk you out of it.

- You're not?
- We must try and respect each other's feelings...

even though they may
run counter to our own.

Especially then.

What a relief.

I thought you'd fight me
all the way on this.

Not at all.
Not at all.

I mean, if you feel
this strongly about it...

I suggest, uh, we try this plan of yours
and, uh, see how it works.

I give it a week.

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