All language subtitles for Remington Steele s03e15 Springtime For Steele.eng

- And nobs is nine.
- Hey, guys.

Look! I'm a hit!

- Tell me this ain't happening.
- Relax, Buddy.

I've seen a lot of crazy things
in my time...

but I never would have figured
that broad for a winner.

- We're dead. You know that, don't you?
- I'll think of something.

Well, think fast.
Couple more shows like this-

Hey, I don't need
this grief from you, Buddy.

I'm in this just as deep
as you are.

We just have to figure out a way
to end her career... fast.

Brian, that broad has got
desire coming out ofher ears.

It's gonna take an elephant gun
to keep her off that stage.

You know where I can get one?

Need I remind you, Laura,
that the last time we saw this woman...

she was being stalked
by a menagerie of literary sleuths?

One of whom
turned out to be a murderer.

I promised Rocky we'd be there.

Wonderful. That makes four of us-you, me,
Rocky and the piano player.

Two hours out of your life
is not that much to ask.

On the contrary, Laura, two hours
of Rocky singing "Who's Sorry Now"...

- is too much to ask of anyone.
- Come, come, Mr. Steele.

How many times have you dragged me
to film festivals of dubious merit?

I think you owe me one.

Hmm. Perhaps.

But it would ease my suffering considerably
if you'd have dinner with me afterwards.

I suppose I could be
talked into that.

Ah, splendid. I'll make the reservation.

Oh, yes, good evening, operator. I'd like
to place a call to San Francisco, please.

Yes. Uh, Marty's Restaurant.

San Francisco?

Oh, I'm incorrigible, Laura.

Ah, yes, yes, good evening. I'd like to make
a reservation for two, please.

Um, oh, say, um, 10:45?

Good. Great.

Uh, fine. That's lovely.
Uh, Steele.

- Yes, uh, Remington Steele.
- Tsk!

Thank you.

Of course we'll have time to see the show...

fly up there,
have dinner and fly back?

Who said anything
about flying back?

Good Lord, Laura.
We must be at the wrong place.

This is it.

Well, then Rocky must be
the opening act for someone.

Let's see, who's in town?
Sinatra?

Cyndi Lauper?
The Eurythmics?

Rocky's the only name on these.

Laura, you don't suppose...

all these people
to see Rocky Sullivan?

Our Rocky Sullivan?

Stranger things
have happened, Mr. Steele.

Yes, but I can't remember when.
Shall we?

Excuse me.
Excuse me, please.

Excuse me. Thank you.
Excuse me. Excuse me.

You sure you don't need anything?
Anything at all.

Clint, honey, could you
zip that for me?

I could send out.
You name it, you got it, little lady.

What? Oh, how about a case
of good luck?

Oh, you don't need luck, Rocky.
You got talent.

Oh, thanks.

I'll get it.

I've been looking
all over for you, Clinton.

Well, you sure enough
found me, sugar.

You know,
if I was a jealous wife...

I could lose a lot of sleep wondering
what's been going on in here.

Now don't start that again.

How do I look?

Talk about
your meteoric rise to fame.

I ain't seen nothing like this
since I helped launch Patti Page.

You know, you've got an annoying habit
of pointing out the obvious, Buddy?

Look. Four sold-out shows
in a row.

You said it was impossible.
You said it'd never happen.

- You said we'd be rich.
- All right! Listen to me!

You tell Rocky to start out
with the Helen Morgan number.

You know, the one where
she gets on top of the piano.

- Wait. Why?
- Just do it.

I'll take care of the rest.

I need to see Brian Hunter.

- You just missed him.
- Okay, then, I need to see you.

You just missed me too.

Mr. Steele!
Miss Holt!

- Oh, hello, Rocky.
- Thanks for coming.

Mr. Steele has talked
of nothing else all day.

Oh, I wouldn't miss it
for the world. Yeah.

- Oh, sorry.
- What's wrong?

- I got ink all over you.
- What? Oh, dear.

- Oh, it's okay. Come on in.
- Thank you.

It's okay, Pop.
They're friends of mine.

I am so nervous.
Did you see the crowd out there?

You'd think Dustin Hoffman
was performing.

Of course, Dustin never looked this good.
Not even in Tootsie.

- Rock!
- Buddy!

Come here. I wanna introduce you
to some friends of mine.

This is Remington Steele
and Laura Holt.

This is one of my managers, Buddy Brokaw.

Listen, kid,
a little change in the opening.

Brian wants you to start
with the Helen Morgan number.

Buddy, I've got my act memorized.
You know that.

A little change of pace.
Keeps it fresh.

But don't you think I oughta start out with
an up note and catch them with my best song?

Listen, kid, you sitting on top of the piano,
under a baby spot...

you're gonna have them
eating out of the palm of your hand, kid.

Well, maybe you're right.

And then when I got 'em hooked,
I'll swing into "Who's Sorry Now. "

That's my girl.

Good to see you.
Enjoy the show.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

He discovered Vaughn Monroe.

- Rocky.
- Oh, Clint, honey, come here.

I want you to meet two very special,
close personal friends of mine.

Remington Steele
and Laura Holt...

this is Clinton and Betty Overton
from Midland, Texas.

Nice to meet you.

- You're members of the band, are you?
- Shoot no, man.

I got me a piece
of this here little lady.

- Best investment I ever made.
- Oh.

Hey, gang, almost showtime.
You better go grab your seats.

- Break a leg, kid.
- Oh, thanks.

That's, uh, showbiz talk.

- Ah, yes, boffo and all that.
- Let's go.

Let's get our seats.
Nice to meet you, Betty.

Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Rocky Sullivan.

- Oh, my.
- Mm-hmm.

It's gonna be a long night.

Oh, Buddy, I'm sorry.

I totally forgot
you wanted me to do that piano thing.

I'm just so used to opening
with "Who's Sorry Now"that I just-

Actually, we're pretty lucky, you know.
This is the first accident we've had.

This wasn't an accident, Mr. Brokaw.

- The cable was sheared.
- Let me see that.

What do we got here,
some kind of joker?

There's nothing funny
about that, Mr. Brokaw.

You think someone's actually
trying to hurt Rocky?

You tell me.
You wanted Rocky to change her opening.

If she had, she might be dead.

No, no, no, Buddy said it was Brian
who wanted to change it.

- Yeah, that's right. It was Brian.
- Who's Brian?

Brian Hunter, my other manager.

Well, perhaps we should have
a chat with the errant Mr. Hunter.

Rocky. Rocky, honey,
are you all right?

I'm just- I feel like
I'm gonna throw up.

Would you accompany Rocky to her dressing room
until she's feeling a little better?

Of course we will.

Come on along, honey.

Now, about Mr. Hunter.

- Hey, I wanna talk to you. Come here.
- Hey, hey, hey!

Who are you?
What are you doing?

- Let me go!
- Go!

Let me speak
to the entertainment editor.

When will he be back?

Monday morning?

I got a hot tip for him.

All right. Tell him somebody tried to kill
Rocky Sullivan tonight during her show.

Rocky Sullivan.

Come on, Clint.
I'm starved.

Betty, get back in there.
There's a murderer on the loose.

What's that?
No, she's a singer.

A real risin' star.

Right. Good-bye now.

The little lady
needs our protection.

Protection against what?
Your publicity stunts?

Just what are you
suggesting, Betty?

Oh, come on.

I know that falling sandbag
wasn't any murder attempt.

That damn Rocky wasn't anywhere
near the thing when it fell.

You're accusing me
of perpetrating this whole thing, are ya?

I wouldn't put it past ya, the way
you've been looking all goo-goo eyed at her.

Just protecting my investment.

- What the hell are you-
- Don't come any closer.

I am a desperate man.

- He wasn't kidding.
- Come on.

- Did you get him?
- No.

Damned impolite of him
to shoot and run like that too.

- Was that Brian Hunter?
- No.

- Who was it?
- I don't know.

More to the point,
where is Brian Hunter?

Joseph, pour the man
a glass of water.

No, thanks.
I'm not thirsty.

Don't worry.
It's bottled.

You've been avoiding
my calls, Mr. Hunter.

I've been pretty busy
these last few weeks.

- Uh, in and out of town, you know.
- You get my messages?

No. Uh, no. My secretary
must have thrown them out.

Mr. Hunter, don't insult
my intelligence.

If you don't wanna do business with me,
just say so.

It's not that I don't wanna
do business with you, Mr. Nash.

I'm not sure you wanna
do business with me.

Now what makes you think that?

I mean, we're not only
in the sanitation business here anymore.

I mean, we're into
things like linens...

uh, health foods, movies.

And if things go the way
I think they're going to go...

next month we'll own
a record company.

Now you tell me, Mr. Hunter, what good's
a record company without recording stars?

You don't understand, Mr. Nash.

Mr. Hunter, you're doing it again.

Sorry. I apologize.

Accepted.

Rocky Sullivan, Mr. Hunter,
I really like her.

She's got what it takes
to fill an auditorium.

You know, nothing
would make me happier...

than to be personally involved
with her career.

- You understand me?
- Only too well, Mr. Nash.

Good.
Now, you're her manager-

Uh, one... of her managers.
I have a partner.

I know- me.

Joseph?

Now that's all legal.

Fifty percent for you.

Fifty percent for you.

Fifty percent for me.

I can't sign this.

Well, so far we have what appears
to be an attempt on your life...

and a crazed man with a gun.

- Odds are the two are connected.
- In other words...

it's quite possible that the man
who shot at us also cut the sandbag loose.

I'll kill the creep.

Yes, well, no sense working yourself
into a frenzy over it.

Miss Holt and I will ferret out
this trigger-happy, inept murderer...

long before he can have
another crack at you.

- We'll get on it first thing in the morning.
- First thing in the morning?

Perhaps it would be safer
if you stayed at my place tonight, Rocky.

Oh, I suppose that rules out a quick trip
to the city by the bay.

I'm afraid you'll have to leave your heart
somewhere else this evening, Mr. Steele.

I'm gonna need my overnight
stuff from the bus.

Well, I'll get it
while you change.

It's in the red suitcase
in the back.

I'll, uh, call Marty's, shall I?

- Who's Marty?
- Patron saint of missed opportunity.

Rocky?

- You in there?
- Answer him.

Rocky.

You okay?

Rocky, there's something
I've been meaning to tell you.

Rocky, can I come in there?

You sure you're feeling all right?
You don't sound too awful good.

Rocky...

well, I know this is gonna
sound all schoolboy crazy...

but, honey, I love ya.

I love ya,
and I wanna marry ya.

Of course I do, darlin'.

Betty can see that.
Why can't you?

Rocky, I know I can
make you happy if you'll let me.

Rocky?

Rocky, I swear I'll give you everything
my daddy ever gave my mama and more.

I want an answer,
and I want it now.

I can't wait any longer. I'm comin' in there.

One move and you're both dead.

I'm a desperate man.

- Thought you all might be working up an appetite.
- We're just leaving.

- Clint in there?
- Nope.

He sure as hell is.

Oh, Mrs. Overton.

Oh, Mr. Steele.

Uh, well, Clint was gonna
park the car...

and then he's gonna
come on up here.

- I haven't seen him.
- Well.

Well, where is he?

You're a lucky man, Mr. Overton.

- Eh, it's just a scratch.
- Hmm.

- I grabbed this from him when he ran.
- What is it?

Looks like the financial ledgers
for Rocky's show.

Brian is gonna hit the roof.
He guarded those books with his life.

I mean, he wouldn't
even let me see them.

Well, rest assured,
I'll treat them with equal regard.

Come on, Rocky.
Here you go.

You probably think
I'm always in trouble, huh?

Just as long as Sherlock Holmes steers clear
of this one, we'll get by all right.

- Mr. Steele?
- Yes.

Do you think that it's safe to go back
to our hotel room tonight?

Mm, oh, I'm sure, yes. The gunman
was after this book, not your husband.

I suspect you've seen
the last of him, okay?

- Good night.
- Good night.

Miss Holt, back there in the bus,
well, I'd appreciate it if-

Don't worry, Mr. Overton.
I didn't hear a thing.

- Oh. Good night.
- Good night.

For crying out loud, Clinton,
you damn near got yourself killed.

Shoot, Betty, take more than a little
old popgun to put me outta commission.

That's not the point. We don't belong here.
We're out of our league.

These Hollywood people, they're just, well-
They're just plain sleazy.

Oh, come on, Betty. Now tell me
you never dreamed of being in showbiz.

Tell me it ain't fun.
Why, it's glamorous as hell, girl.

But it isn't us.

Oh, let's go home, Clint.
Please?

Well, according to this, Brian and Buddy
are making money hand over fist.

Four performances,
four sold-out shows.

- I wish we had a piece of the action.
- Wait a second, Mildred.

What's that?

Laura, have a look at this.

- Investors?
- Uh-huh, yes.

Clint Overton, 49%.

Arthur McKinley Reynolds III, 49%.

Represents a group of dentists
from St. Paul.

- How much do they own?
- 49%.

Oh, not bad for
a bunch of plaque scrapers.

That doesn't leave much-
two percent.

Loren Neubauer, Suzanne Seddon,
Martin Boe- 49% each.

Let me see this.

Puma County
Board of Education? 49%.

Southeast Ranchers Association- 49%.

Everybody seems to want to
own a piece of the Rock.

You can't sell more than
100% of anything, can you?

- The Producers.
- Here we go again.

Zero Mostel, Gene Wilder.
Avco Embassy, 1968.

Hoping to make a fortune, Mostel and Wilder
mount the worst possible play they can find-

Springtime For Hitler-
sell 25,000% to the backers...

- expecting the whole thing to flop on opening night.
- What happens, chief?

Well, they're very nearly driven to murder
when the whole thing becomes a hit.

Holy cow.

Indeed. Rocky Sullivan is Brian Hunter's
Springtime For Hitler.

The Rocky Sullivan Show
closes for lack of audiences.

The investors take the loss.
Brian and Buddy pocket the money.

But the show's
been making money...

and now the investors want to be paid
their share of the profits.

Only there's not enough
money to go around.

No wonder someone's
trying to kill Rocky.

- What are you gonna tell her, boss?
- The truth, Mildred.

It's the only sensible thing to do.

I feel so much better,
I can't tell you.

You know, I wanna thank you guys
for coming to my rescue again.

I don't know
what it is with me.

- Bad luck?
- It's not that bad, is it?

- Well, Rocky-
- Rocky, how did you come to be involved...

with Brian and Buddy?

Believe it or not,
I went to an open audition.

I probably beat out
over 200 girls.

And Brian and Buddy told me
they were looking for somebody...

who could put them
over the top financially.

- Looks like they hit pay dirt.
- Indeed.

You know, all my life...

all I ever wanted to be
was a performer.

My father wanted me
to be a secretary.

He never liked my voice.

No matter what I did,
I couldn't please him ever.

Well, Rocky, a wise man once said you
can't please all of the people all of the time.

What Mr. Steele means
is that you're not alone, Rocky.

Artists have been misunderstood
throughout the ages.

You know, I've waited tables.
I've stuffed envelopes.

I was a model for an underwear
manufacturer once.

Anything to pay the rent.
It wasn't easy.

A lot of people said
that I didn't have what it takes.

But then Brian and Buddy came along,
and here I am- the big time.

You gotta find that nut with the gun,
or my career is shot.

Grizzly choice of words, Rocky.

But accurate.

- Where the hell have you been?
- I came up the fire escape.

That's not what I asked you.

- We got problems.
- No kidding.

You know that friend of Rocky's,
that Remington Steele?

He's a private dick.
He's got our books.

Great.

What are you doing?

What are you looking for?
What's with the thumb?

Come on, Brian.!

I sold 50% of Rocky's contract
to Vincent Nash.

What, are you crazy?

He's as dirty as they come.

- He's got his fingers in every dirty scam in town.
- Tell me about it.

Hey, that ain't nothing compared
to what he's gonna do to us...

when he finds out
what we done to him.

That's why we gotta kill Rocky.
It's our only hope.

Yesterday, that was our only hope.
Today, we ain't got no hope at all.

Trust me, Buddy,
I've thought this through.

Now with Rocky dead,
we don't have to pay off our investors...

and Nash's 50%
becomes academic.

- Oh, I don't know, Brian.
- Listen to me.

Just make sure that Rocky's
in her dressing room this afternoon.

I'll take care of the rest.

- What the hell is that?
- A perfect alibi.

Yeah? We got visitors.

Uh, Nash.
He wants to look at the books.

- What do we do?
- Stall him.

Stall him.

Uh, oh.
Well, send them in.

Uh, Mr. Brokaw?
We've come to return your financial ledger.

It made very interesting reading.

For instance,
I found it fascinating...

that you've sold over 500%
of Miss Sullivan to various investors.

What?
What are you talking about?

Here you go.
Have a look.

There. There.

This is illegal, isn't it?

Are you saying you knew
nothing about this?

Well, Brian keeps the books.

I'm the creative half of the team.

Look, uh, I've been a producer/manager
for going on 30 years.

I've been involved
with some of the top acts in the business.

You ask any of them
if Buddy Brokaw ever pulled a fast one.

Uh, that didn't help them,
of course.

Yeah?

Oh, well, yeah, send him in.

Excuse me a minute.
I wanna throw some cold water on my face.

- Kinda wake me up.
- Hmm.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I'm here to see Mr. Hunter.

Oh, Mr. Hunter.
Very popular man.

Hard to pin down though.

Perhaps you'll settle
for his partner.

Oh.

Uh, Mr. Brokaw?

He's-

Mr. Brokaw?

Would you settle for us?

Well, it depends.
Who are you?

Oh, Remington Steele
and my associate, Laura Holt.

Well, you tell Mr. Hunter
Vincent Nash came by to look at the books.

Vincent Nash?

Oh, uh, you heard
of me, huh?

Well, yes.
You're in garbage, aren't you?

These books
that you're looking for...

wouldn't by any chance
have to do with Rocky Sullivan?

Now, you see,
word spreads fast, Joseph.

And I only been his partner
for less than 24 hours.

Oh. Well, it's my distinct pleasure
to present to you...

the said books.

You mean for every buck I get-

You pay five dollars.
Sweet, isn't it?

Legitimate business
can be very aggravating.

Joey! Get the car!

I have to talk to you.
I'm a desperate man.

- Where are you?
- I'm at the theater.

Listen, kid. You got a roomful of people
here waiting to rehearse.

Every minute you ain't here
is costing me money.

Mr. Steele told me to lay low
until I heard from him.

Rocky, sweetheart-

who's handling your career?

I mean, you're a star.

You got, uh-You got your reputation
to consider here.

Not to mention
two sold-out shows tonight.

- I never thought of that.
- Yeah, well, uh, let's go, huh?

Come on down.
We got a lot of work to do.

I'll be right there.

- Where do you think you're going?
- I've gotta get to the theater.

Uh-uh. Not until Mr. Steele
or Miss Holt gives me the okay to let you go.

You don't understand.
I owe it to my fans.

To do what, get yourself killed?

- Oh.
- Uh-oh.

Oh!

- So, you wanna play dirty, huh?
- Ooh!

Ooh, I'm gonna-
Oh! Ooh!

Aw, no fair.

Mil- Mildred, will you calm down?
Just calm down, Mildred.

I did the best I could, boss.
I'm just not as agile as I used to be.

Yes, I understand.
Any idea where she got to?

- She was headed for the theater.
- The theater?

- It's a death trap. Hit it, Fred!
- And don't spare the rubber.

- Thank you. Good-bye, Mildred.
- Don't spare the rubber?

I can't be clever
all the time, Laura.

I wanna see Brian Hunter now.

- I told you-
- Whatever you have to do, you get him over here.

- I have an account to settle with him.
- I don't know where he is.

Look, I am a desperate man.
I know what you people are doing.

I know about the scam. Okay?

You guys took the worst singer
you could find.

Thought she'd close after the first show.
In fact, you were banking on it.

A tax write-off.
At least that's what you tell the investors.

Meanwhile, you and Brian end up
with over a half a million dollars.

Not bad for a few weeks' work.

Get outta here.
Get outta here, you bum.

- You guy haven't heard the last from me.
- Get outta here. Scram!

Rock-

Hey.

Oh, come on, kid.

You're right.
Brian and I are a couple of rats.

I guess we just got
a little too greedy.

Look. Go home.

Don't hang around here.
It ain't healthy.

Just let me handle things
from here on in.

It's time I dissolved
my partnership with Brian permanently.

Where's Brian?

Hey, move this pile of spare parts.
You're blocking the road.

Not this time, you don't.
Stay right there.

Ah, no, stay, stay.

Go on.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

I heard shots, so I went to my dressing room,
and there was a gun on the floor.

Then there was someone at the door,
and I thought it was the murderer coming back...

- so I grabbed the gun.
- And nearly took my head off.

What were you doing there,
Mr. Overton?

The same thing as her.
I heard shots.

Then why were you
moving his body?

To protect this little lady
from a frame-up.

A frame-up?
Rocky had no reason to kill Brian.

I'm afraid she did.
Five minutes before he was shot...

Rocky found out that
he'd been using her for a scam.

Yeah, but I didn't shoot him.

Yes, well, unfortunately
for you, Rocky...

your fingerprints are on this gun.

And since you fired
at Mr. Overton here...

the paraffin test
won't clear you, I'm afraid.

- Oh, what about him?
- Yes, what about him, huh?

I suspect you thought
I forgot about you, hey, mate, hmm?

Now, why don't you just step forward
and tell everyone exactly who you are.

Uh, my name is
Arthur McKinley Reynolds III.

I'm an accountant from St. Paul.

An accountant, eh?

From St. Paul.

The dentists.

- That's right.
- Well, you above all...

had an excellent motive
to kill the elusive Mr. Hunter.

The last two days, you've been shooting
at anything that moves, haven't you?

- That's your gun, isn't it?
- I think so.

But I'm no murderer.
The gun was just, well-

I was a desperate man.

- Hmm, so you said.
- On more than one occasion.

I was at the point
of turning that gun on myself.

Hey, kid, you're a pretty rotten shot
for a suicide.

Listen, you gotta believe me.
This was my first account.

I mean, I've had other accounts before,
but this was my first solo flight.

My father did some checking up on Brian
and didn't like what he found.

I tried everything I could,
but Brian wouldn't talk to me.

The gun was a last resort.

I couldn't go home without that money.
My father would have killed me.

He's telling the truth. He told me
the whole story this afternoon in my hotel room.

Collusion.

Ah, Mr. Nash.
Nice of you to rejoin us.

- We were just getting around to you.
- I had to call my attorney.

He suggested that it wouldn't look right
if I didn't come back.

Obviously, these two hicks
are working together.

Now don't go talking loco, partner.
I'm not working with him.

Hell, all he wants
is his money back.

And all I want
is for Rocky to be happy.

You stood to lose
everything you've invested here.

Shoot, I got more money
than I know what to do with.

Uh, Miss Holt, could I, uh,
talk to you for a second?

I don't know if this will
be any help, but, uh...

just before I heard the shots...

I saw Buddy heading for Rocky's dressing room.

Would you be willing
to swear to that in a court of law?

Would my father
have to know about that?

It was the broad.
I saw her headed for her dressing room.

- I heard the shots.
- Are you certain?

Why would I lie?

Thank you.

- We may be onto something.
- Mm-hmm.

- It's Rocky.
- It's Buddy.

What about crazy Arthur here?
He went rushing out of the office...

headin' for the dressing room, saying
we hadn't heard the last of him, right, Rocky?

Yeah, well, he must have met up
with Mr. prim and proper here...

'cause I saw him
headed for that room.

You'd better be able
to back that up.

Ah, now wait!
Please, just calm down. Please!

Now, before our tempers provoke any more
mayhem around here, I suggest you all go home.

Miss Holt and I will call the police,
and you can tell your stories to them, okay?

Hmm?

Don't you worry none,
little lady...

no way you're going to jail
if I have to sell every damn thing I own.

You're a sweet guy, Clint.

Why don't you take the limo
back to my place, Rocky.

We'll call Mildred
and have her come pick us up.

Yes, well, Rocky,
the good news is...

with Brian dead,
you're no longer in danger.

The bad news, however, is that you're
a prime suspect in his murder.

That won't do much
for my career, huh?

No, that won't bode well.

We'll get to work, Mr. Steele.

Brian was shot through the door.

Hmm.

He falls back,
knocks the radio onto the floor.

The killer runs out,
dropping the gun first.

Rocky comes in.
Sees the gun, hears Clint at the door.

Picks up the gun,
turns and shoots...

before she realizes who it is.

Clint decides to protect Rocky
for what looks like a frame.

Drags Brian's body out
and is caught by us.

- There's one thing that's nagging at me.
- Always a good sign.

How does the murderer know
that Brian's in the bathroom?

All right, here we go.

Because he was playing this.

If that tape was playing, then-

Is it possible that the murderer
thought it was Rocky in there?

In other words,
Brian was not the intended victim.

What was Brian doing in the bathroom,
listening to a tape of Rocky singing?

Because Brian was lying
in wait for her.

Brian was going to strangle her,
and that tape was the perfect alibi.

Of course.

If anyone saw Brian leaving Rocky's dressing
room, they would have heard her singing.

- And dead men don't sing.
- Thank God for that.

Only one person wasn't accused of heading
toward Rocky's dressing room.

Because that one person
was already in the dressing room.

- Betty Overton.
- Betty Overton. Come on.

Remind me to get this horn replaced, Laura.
It's awfully anemic.

- How about a siren?
- Better still.

I thought you were just
a passing fad with Clint.

Like that football team in Hawaii,
or that chain of disco roller-skating rinks...

he got mixed up with last year.

Oh, no, he was in love with you.
Even I could see that.

Betty, I never did anything with Clint.
He's not even my type.

Well, you sure are his.
I mean, why else would he buy up...

- every ticket for every performance?
- What are you talking about?

He went down to the box office that first night,
only seven tickets were sold.

Now, he couldn't have an empty house
for his little songbird, could he?

He went out and he rounded up
a whole passel of people...

- and he gave them all tickets.
- That's not true.

You are going to climb out onto
that fire escape, and you are gonna jump.

They'll say that you were filled
with remorse and couldn't take it anymore.

- Move!
- And if I don't?

Then you're gonna
commit hara-kiri.

One way or another, honey,
you are gonna die.

It's bolted from the inside.

- Rocky.!
- Miss Holt!

- Open the door.!
- I can't!

The fire escape.
Come on.

Come here.
Easy.

- Are you all right?
- I've never felt better in my life.

Five minutes, Rocky.

- I can't go on.
- Of course you can.

I'm a fraud.

The only reason those people are out there
is because Clint paid them to come.

Once they see you out there, they will love you.
Please, believe me. They will.

No, Mr. Steele.
I've lost it.

You know, Rocky...

there have been times in my life
when I felt as though I couldn't go on.

As though I had nothing
to live for anymore.

When everybody
I seemed to trust failed me.

That's funny.
That's exactly how I feel now.

Rocky, we're not always able to anticipate
or affect the way people treat us.

I suppose that's what makes life exciting
and frightening at the same time.

But still, there is one constant
we can control.

- Yeah? What's that?
- You.

No matter what happens, you can be
the best Rocky Sullivan there ever was.

And no one can do a thing
to stop you.

Now come on.
Put a smile on your face and be bold. Please.

- Hey, come on.
- Okay.

Good. Here we go.

- Hello, Rocky.
- Oh, hi, Clint.

- I'm sorry about Betty.
- Yeah, me too.

Did you see?
You got a full house tonight.

- Yeah, thanks to you.
- Uh-uh.

I didn't buy
but one ticket- my own.

You mean, all those people
paid real money to see me?

Uh-huh. They must have heard
about the attempts on your life and all.

Come down to see
your death-defying performance.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, here
for her second sold-out performance in a row...

Miss Rocky Sullivan.

- Knock 'em dead.
- Thanks.

They're playing your song.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Good Lord.
That woman may have a career after all.

I still think we oughta
have a piece of her, boss.

Bite your tongue, Mildred.

Too late to catch that plane
to San Francisco, Mr. Steele?

Mm-mm. It's never
too late, Miss Holt.

Not with that song
ringing in my ears.

- Come on. Let's go.
- And now, ladies and gentlemen...

I'd like to dedicate this song
to two very special friends of mine-

- Remington Steele and Laura Holt.
- Oh!

Come on. Come on out!

Come on. Come on. Go on.

Go get 'em, boss.

I can think of an answer
to that musical question, Laura.

I'm with you, Mr. Steele.

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