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♪ Some walk by night ♪

♪ Some fly by day ♪

♪ Nothing could change you ♪

♪ Set and sure of the way ♪

♪ There is the sun and moon ♪

♪ They sing their own sweet tune ♪

♪ Watch them when dawn is due ♪

♪ Sharing one space ♪

♪ We'll walk by night, babe ♪

♪ We'll fly by day ♪

♪ Moonlighting strangers ♪

♪ Who just met on the way ♪

Hold the elevator, please!

Whew! Thank you.

♪ Monday, Monday felt good to me ♪

♪ Monday morning, it was all I hoped it would be ♪

Good morning, everybody.

Good morning, Miss Hayes.

I love Mondays.

We know.

Mr. Addison here?

David, it's...

Maddie.

Mr. Addison isn't in?

Oh, he's in.

The problem is, he might be out.

Excuse me?

Good morning!

- Good morning? - I'll be the judge of that.

He's all yours.

- David. - I know that name.

David, what are you doing down there?

I think I was aiming for the chair and I missed.

Ow!

Low ceilings. I hate that.

This is so much easier with you around.

- Whoa! - Oh!

Bet you'd cut my food up great too.

David, who or what

is responsible for this?

- This? - This.

This condition you're in.

No one thing.

No one person.

- It was great. - It was or they were?

All of the above. And below.

- You're disgusting. - Ow!

- You mad? - Mad? Mad?

If I calm down, I'll be mad.

Look at yourself.

I never could understand how to do that.

Ow! Ah!

- Maddie. - You enjoy undermining me, don't you?

- Ma-- Maddie. - I'm trying to run a business.

- In a businesslike way. - Maddie.

And you show up looking like a landfill!

Stop that, will you?

I'm sorry.

I'll clean it all up.

Soon as the blood rushes back in my head.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

For what? For having a weekend?

- A weekend? - Yeah, a weekend.

You remember. Saturday and Sunday.

The time between work and more work.

Two days of Dionysian delights,

Bacchanalian binges.

The time when you go out looking for happiness

and end up hunched over somebody else's toilet. The weekend.

Well, that may be your idea of a weekend, but it's not mine.

Look at you. How are you gonna work today?

Uh, relax. It only hurts when I banter.

Maddie, look.

All I gotta do is zip, tuck, comb, and shave.

I will be the same old David you've known and loved.

Is that a promise or a threat?

Come on, Maddie, give me a break.

So I had a rough weekend.

So I went to Vegas.

- Hit it a little hard. - A little hard?

The real trouble began when I met

the topless tuba player from Des Moines.

I don't wanna hear this.

She had set of lungs on her that wouldn't quit.

David, I have more important things to do.

She wanted me to come up to her room with her.

Miss DiPesto, do you know the number of the weather?

But you know me.

I had to marry her first.

- You what? - Not to worry.

Had it annulled in the morning.

Bell captains can do that, can't they?

- Gotcha! - Did not.

- Gotcha. Gotcha. - Did not. Did not.

- Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha. - Did not, did not, did not.

- Did not. - Gotcha.

You know what's really sad?

The last 10 minutes of Lassie Come Home.

- That you feel this need. - I feel lots of needs.

Could you be more specific?

This need to prove to everyone and yourself

that you can go out, drink like a fish,

get no sleep, indulge in narcissistic self-destruction--

That's me. Narcissistically self-destruct 'til you puke.

- Like you were still some kid. - What's that mean?

What do you think it means?

David, you're a grown man.

Look at you, acting like you were still 19

- and can get away with it. - Get away with it?

Get away with what?

There's nothing that I could do at 19 that I cannot do today.

- Except recover. - Recover?

Recover. Look at yourself.

You think this is all terribly cute, don't you?

Well, I find it terribly pathetic.

David, you're a grown man. Not a schoolboy.

- Really? - Really.

I wonder who that could be.

My truant officer, no doubt.

- Is this a bad time? - I've had better.

- What is it, Miss DiPesto? - There's a man's outside to see you.

I knew this would happen.

Now he's gonna see you looking like that.

Put your attitude in park.

I'll slip into something less comfortable.

Wait.

You ought to see this man as soon as possible.

Why is that?

- Hello, I'm Madelyn Hayes. - David Addison.

My name is... Lawrence Everette.

This is my daughter, Amy.

Wait outside, dear.

Miss Hayes. Mr. Addison.

I'm 90 years old.

Born on the 4th of July, 1896.

My first memory is as a little boy,

what must have been New Year's Eve.

My family had taken me to a special dinner in Baltimore.

And I remember there being a sudden pandemonium outside.

The clock must have struck midnight.

People shouting and screaming,

thrilled and terrified.

We had been delivered

to the 20th century.

I remember the first time

I saw an electric lightbulb.

The first time I saw an airplane in the sky.

I served in World War I.

I served again in World War II.

I was married for 47 years.

I have three children.

They have children.

Their children have children.

And their children have children.

I have lived a life.

Mr. Everette, I'm afraid I don't understand.

I've come to you

because a murder is going to take place tonight.

And you must be there before it happens.

Mr. Everette, isn't this a matter for the police?

Oh, no.

They'd stop it.

I don't want it stopped.

- You don't? - I don't.

You don't? Say something.

Certainly. Mr. Everette, if you don't mind my asking,

just who is it that's being murdered?

Me.

- You? - You?

Me.

Mr. Everette, I don't think we can help you.

Understand me, young lady.

I want to die.

I'm supposed to die.

I've lived a long life.

Instead, people I don't know

are working furiously

to forestall a destiny

I don't wish them to forestall.

Machines clean my blood.

Machines pump my heart.

Machines push air into my lungs.

It's not a miracle.

It's a horror.

Every morning, I wake up in pain.

Every breath I take is an effort.

It gets worse each day.

But thanks to science,

why, hell,

they tell me

I can live another three or four years.

Mr. Everette, I sympathize, but--

I understand your hesitation.

I still don't understand.

Just what is it you want us to do?

I need a reliable witness to a crime.

You're both trained observers, are you not?

- Well-- - Yes, we are.

Fine. I've already found someone

sympathetic to my situation.

A man who understands what has to be done.

Matter of turning one knob.

Tonight, at five past eight,

he will enter my room

at the Golden Hour Nursing Home.

He will do as I have asked.

At 8:07...

he will leave.

The deed will be done.

He will never be found.

And you need us to...

To be in the rest home when it happens.

To watch him leave,

to go into the room,

and document that someone murdered me.

The clues will be obvious.

You'll have to describe it all to the authorities.

- But, Mr. Everette, why? - Why?

Because I can't sit by while every penny I have,

every penny my children have coming to them,

is used up to prolong my pain.

I have an insurance policy.

It won't pay off for suicide.

I only regret that I require anyone's help.

I'll have told the nurses

I'm expecting an investigator

who's helping to arrange my affairs.

That's why Amy believes

she brought me here this morning.

I'm in the process of selling everything anyway.

The bastards keep you alive

so they can drain you of every nickel.

I know you'll want some time.

Talk it over.

There's $25,000 in that folder

for waiting in a hallway.

Call me if you want to help me do what's right.

Now...

if you'll help me out.

- Well? - Well?

How do you want to handle this?

Well, what I like to do is get the bathroom

good and steamy, my beard nice and soft,

my razor clean and sharp.

And then close my eyes and shave.

No, I mean this.

I just didn't have the heart to give it all back to him

right there in the office.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Are you saying you already made your mind up?

You like 'em? I was thinking of getting a pair with pockets.

- I don't know why I came in here. I'll just send these - Wait a second. Wait a second.

- back to him by messenger, and that'll be that. - You came in here to talk to me,

and I think we should talk about this. Now.

I'm sorry, but I cannot have a serious conversation

with a man dressed in those.

- Want me to slip 'em off? - Look, let's just get this over with.

For once, I can't imagine that we disagree.

Disagree? Us?

- You and I, yes. - Us.

Obviously, we cannot accommodate this poor little man.

Oh.

What does that "oh" mean?

That "Oh" means that it's not that obvious to me.

And I'm sorry, but I didn't see any poor little old man.

Well, what would you call Mr. Everette?

Clearly, the man has given up hope.

I don't know. Looks like he's fighting back to me.

I don't believe this.

- You want to help him, don't you? - I'm not saying that.

All I am saying is if you look at the man that came in here

and said, "Here is a man who has no cards to play,

a man who's trying to fold his hand, a man who's trying

cash in his chips," then you missed the point.

- I did? - You did.

Maddie, don't you see? The guy just pulled an ace out of his sleeve.

And he's gonna win the pot for his kids.

And quicker than you can say "Amarillo Slim,"

he's gonna take the "A" train to forever.

You think it's a good idea.

I think it has merit.

David, he's talking about murder.

By choice, Maddie. He wants to quit before he gets fired.

- It's wrong! - Says who? Says you?

At the ripe old age of 35, you're gonna decide for a man

who's lived almost a century what's right and what's wrong?

I am not gonna be a party to this.

I am not going to help him. And neither are you.

Nobody says a word.

Roll back to "And neither are you."

I've already called the messenger service,

so if you'll just put all this in an envelope.

Yes, ma'am.

- I'm talking to you. - No, you're trying to talk to me,

but I have no interest in talking to you.

And since I'm the boss, that presents a problem.

- What? - Boss. Remember that word?

That's what I am. I own this place.

And you know what that means?

That means I get to decide what gets done around here

and how it gets done around here.

- Oh, really? - Yes, really.

Haven't been doing that for a while.

Been letting you charm me into things

for a couple of months.

But that's changing.

I'm making the decisions now,

and you know what I've decided?

Um, give me a clue.

I don't appreciate your cavalier attitude

towards your appearance in my place of business.

- Oh, you don't? - No, I don't.

You know, there's an old expression:

"You don't dress for who you are,

you dress for who you want to be."

Do you really want to be Soupy Sales?

- Wait a second! - No, you wait a second!

This is my place of business. I make the decision here.

What this man wants to do is euthanasia.

Euthanasia? Do you know what that is?

Yeah, it's some charity for kids from Vietnam, right?

It's murder, and I'm against it.

And since you work for me, that's that.

- You're against it. - I'm against it.

- You're against it. - That's right.

- So you don't want us to help him? - That's right.

- But you're not gonna anything to stop him either. - What's that mean?

If you're so damn horrified, call the police. Go ahead.

Tell them what he told us. You know a murder's gonna happen.

Why don't you stop it before it happens?

Can't quite get up for that, huh, boss?

- Because it's-- - Because you're a hypocrite.

As long as the blood's on somebody else's hands,

that's fine, as long as it's not on yours, right?

- That's not it at all. - That's it precisely.

It's so easy for you to sit here and judge

the one option this man has.

And what is that supposed to mean?

Every morning when the alarm goes off,

we have options, you and I.

Thousands of them. What to do, where to go,

who to see, what to eat.

Routine to you and me.

Then there's somebody like Mr. Everette.

This man has one option. One.

But that's not an option. That's decided for you.

By whom? By what? By providence?

Or by the man with the machine

that keep the heart beating and lungs blowing?

It's a noble thing to prolong life.

No argument. But this man has already lived a life.

That doesn't change the fact that was this man is doing

is murder, is fraud, is wrong.

Look.

You know how I feel.

You do this, you do this without me.

I don't wanna know about it. I don't wanna hear about it.

This agency, my agency, is not involved.

So, that's it, huh?

You give an order, and I'm supposed to follow it.

Yeah, something like that.

Fine.

Well... excuse me, boss. I'm gonna home and get some sleep.

I got something to do tonight.

- You do? - Yes, I do.

♪ There's a ghost in my house ♪

♪ Creepin' in my bed ♪

♪ Goin' through my things ♪

♪ Makin' me feel better off dead ♪

♪ I can hear it turnin' ♪

♪ Oh what have I gotta do ♪

Excuse me, sir?

I'm sorry, sir, but no one

is allowed inside without signing in.

I'm here to see Mr. Everette. Would you happen to know if anyone else signed in

- to see him tonight? - Well, no, I only came on

two seconds before you came in the door.

Sir!

The pen must've been out of ink.

No need to hurry. Mr. Everette's going to be with us for a long time.

Mr. Everette?

Mr. Everette, I know I'm early.

I can't.

And I don't think you should, either.

Mr. Everette.

Mr. Everette.

Nurse!

Nurse, come on!

Mr. Everette.

Nurse. Hey, nurse! Someone!

I think we got a man dying in here.

Nurse!

What are you doing?

Oh, my God.

You've killed him.

It's okay.

Look.

I know you said you didn't want to be a part of this.

I know you said that you--

you didn't want to be a party to it.

I know you said...

this was a case that you didn't feel any responsibility for.

- David, what happened? - That this was gonna

a tough one to walk into and walk out of.

I know you said all that.

- I know how you feel, and I know-- - What happened?

I feel funny coming to you now...

and saying to you what I'm about to say.

- But-- - Would you tell me what happened?

- I killed him. - What are you saying?

I'm saying I killed him.

Listen, you didn't kill him.

I don't agree with what you did, but you didn't kill him.

You just didn't... save him.

No. No, that's not it.

I did it.

I killed the man.

- I don't understand. - There's nothing to understand.

The plan worked.

The man is dead. Gone.

The plug is out of the, uh, socket.

I just happened to be the guy who tripped over the cord, that's all.

I went to the nursing home.

Got there a little early.

I wanted to give Mr. Everette the witness that he wanted.

I really thought...

that what he was doing

was what he really needed to do.

That he'd seen one too many birthdays.

He had a right to blow out the last candle for himself.

I couldn't go through with it.

So... I go to his room and tell him.

He's not mov-- he's not moving.

So I go over to the machine

to make-- to make sure it's on, and I turn--

I turn the knob on the machine, nothing happens.

I turn...

David.

I feel like...

like I have this hole in my belly.

Nothing there.

Just cold air rushing through.

You didn't mean to do it. It was an accident.

You have to go to the police.

- Tell them. - Tell them what? Tell them what?

That a man came into my office and asked me

to witness his own murder?

Then a funny thing happened

on the way to the scene of the crime?

- It isn't that black and white. - Isn't it?

I'm a detective, Maddie.

I know a little bit about what convicts a person of a crime.

Fingerprints,

prior association with the deceased,

an eyewitness who saw me crouching over the dead body.

So, what are you gonna do?

Oh, God.

I better get the door.

Yes, who is it?

Madelyn Hayes, Lieutenant Tappia, police department.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

I'm, uh, sorry to bother you this hour of the evening.

Morning. You have a partner at

the Blue Moon Detective Agency, a David Addison?

- Yes. - You wouldn't happen

to know where he is, would you?

- Right now? - Tonight, right now.

Well, he could be anywhere. Is something the matter?

Police business.

Mr. Addison was at the Golden Hour Rest Home

this evening about 8:00.

- Was he there on business? - Business?

Business. See a client, investigate a case?

I'm sorry. You'll have to ask Mr. Addison about that.

I'd like to.

- A man died there tonight. - Died?

Mr. Lawrence Everette.

Did Mr. Everette have any connection with Blue Moon?

90-year-old man,

wheelchair, oxygen tank?

Had an early morning appointment with you

which his daughter said he kept.

Oh, yes.

You know...

I have an 88-year-old father

not in the best of health either.

I know how I'd feel if someone turned off his oxygen,

stood there, and watched while he suffocated.

That's one someone I'd plan to find.

That's why I'd like to talk with Mr. Addison.

My guess is he'd be a lot of help.

Good night, Miss Hayes.

David, I just lied to a police detective--

David?

David.

Hey.

David.

That's me.

In the flesh.

Trust me. It's flesh.

It's just hidden under an inch of scum.

What are you doing?

Where did you end up last night?

Here and there. Here mostly.

Tried going back to my place, but I guess the Police Benevolent League

had their annual ball in my building. The place was crawling with black-and-whites.

You could have stayed at my place.

I don't think so. I heard you lie to that guy.

I didn't want you to have to do that.

I wanted to do it.

David, I want to help.

- You're acting like a fugitive. - Maddie, I am a fugitive.

- I don't believe that. - It doesn't matter what you believe.

- Look, I didn't want to leave without telling-- - Leave?

That's it, huh? Break into a person's house,

break into a person's life,

tell her you may have killed a man, and then,

"Adios. I'll handle it myself"?

Maddie, I don't have a lot of choices.

Oh, yeah? Well, can't do that, David.

I can't let you do that. You can't just go. There's too many unanswered questions.

- Maddie, look-- - What about the man Everette hired?

- The man who was supposed to do the job? - Probably showed up on time,

- heard the commotion, and got the hell out. - You don't know that.

You can't know that. What if he was early? What if--

Maddie, listen to me. I am the one they're looking for.

I am the one who caused Mr. Everette's death.

- Don't go. - Gotta go.

- Don't-- - Don't go. Gotta go.

Maddie.

I'm really sorry things turned out like this.

Yeah. Me too.

Well.

Well.

Well.

Will I ever hear from you again?

What's that mean?

I mean...

Are you gonna write? Are you gonna call?

Maddie, I'm not going away to camp. I'm going underground.

You don't write or call when you're underground.

At least not while you're down there.

Years later, when you come up from underground,

then you write.

Big book, becomes a big movie.

But you don't write while you're down there.

I'll call. I'll write.

Come here, stupid.

It's okay.

It's okay.

- I'll be just fine. - It's not that.

- What then? - You smell awful.

Hey, I didn't mean it. Come here.

Hey, I was only kidding. Come here.

- What was that? - Um, what was what?

That, that.

Weren't you here? What we just did, what was that?

I don't know. I didn't do it.

You tell me. What was that?

What do you mean, "You tell me"?

It wasn't me. It was you.

- I didn't do it. You did it. - I did not do it.

- Well, I did not do it. - Well...

if you did not do it and I did not do it, I guess

It didn't happen.

Well.

Well.

Gotta go.

Okay, go.

I'll call, write.

Write, call.

Bye.

Bye.

I'll tell you, it doesn't surprise me

the family putting somebody on this.

Strange case as it is.

Of course, it's not that strange.

Place like this, you get used to

people dropping out all the time.

Never have had one get murdered, though.

We're not supposed to let anyone in.

It's been sealed up ever since they carted the old man away.

I understand.

What the hell? A lot of things I can do with 100 bucks.

Besides, it's not like I knew the guy.

Just one less bedpan to empty, you know?

Don't forget, this place is out of bounds.

Don't touch nothing, okay?

Not even the light switch.

Morning, Miss Hayes. Missed you at your office.

Thought you might show up here.

Since no one was in, I took a little look.

Seems someone was in and out

of your partner's office in a hurry last night.

Drawers left open,

a light switch on in the bathroom.

Of course, I could be wrong.

Your partner still hasn't been in touch?

Nothing's changed since last night.

Too bad.

That makes my job a little harder.

See, I got the prints back from forensics this morning

for the knob on the respirator.

They belong to your Mr. Addison.

A warrant for his arrest.

For the murder of Lawrence Everette.

That being the case,

I'm sure you will be in touch

as soon as you have something to tell me.

The slippers!

Who is it?

Miss Everette, it's Maddie Hayes. I have to talk to you.

Miss Everette, I know it's 3:00 in the morning,

but believe me, it's very important.

Please.

I'm sorry about your father.

Are you?

Of course. That's why I have to talk to you.

I think we could help each other.

Help each other?

Miss Everette...

why didn't your father tell anyone he could walk?

You were saying?

Miss Everette, I'm curious why a person who could still walk

would choose to constrain himself in a wheelchair

and keep it a secret from everyone around him.

Am I allowed to ask you who told you that?

Of course. Nobody.

- Then how did you know? - I didn't.

I think it's time for you to go.

Ms. Everette, I was in your father's room this morning

and I happened to notice his slippers on the floor,

near his bed, facing his bed.

The way a person might leave them if he had walked up to it

and taken them off before climbing in.

Please, uh, Miss Hayes, I am not interested in slippers.

My father has just passed away.

Miss Everette, wouldn't a person

in a wheelchair be facing the other way?

And wouldn't the same be true for his slippers when he took them off?

Please, Miss Hayes.

My father has just been murdered.

I think your father just committed suicide.

Miss Everette, he wanted to die.

He came to our office and asked us to be witnesses to his death.

I think what he really wanted

was someone to blame for his death.

Please leave now, Miss Hayes.

I do not wish to discuss this any further.

David didn't go into that room to kill him.

He went in to save him.

I don't expect you to admit anything to me,

but you have to understand, if your father could walk--

Please!

I know it's been difficult.

I know you've lost someone who meant a great deal to you.

I'm losing someone too.

I'm looking for Lieutenant Tappia.

It's open.

Lieutenant, excuse me. We have to talk.

Miss Hayes.

This is your lucky day. I'm usually not here--

Lieutenant, Lawrence Everette could walk.

- What are you saying? - I'm saying Lawrence Everette could walk.

I'm saying that that 90-year-old man,

who was very sick, who wanted to die,

probably got up, walked over to that machine,

and turned the knob himself.

Is this a fact or a theory?

His daughter saw him walk.

The day before he died,

she went to see him unannounced.

She saw him walk from his dresser back to his bed

and climb in by himself.

It wasn't easy, but he did it.

When she asked him about it, he got angry,

denied it had ever happened.

Forensics.

She didn't know what he was planning.

That he was hiding the fact he could walk.

That he wanted his suicide to look like murder.

It's Tappia. Tell Levitar I want

Lawrence Everette's life-support equipment re-dusted.

I'm looking for a second set of prints.

If all this pans out...

you can tell your partner to come in out of the cold.

I'd like to, Lieutenant.

Los Angeles Times?

Chicago Tribune?

New York Times?

Classified, please.

Classified?

I'd like to place an ad in the Personals.

Yes, Personals. All caps.

All caps.

"David A.

Please come home.

All is well.

We love you.

And miss you.

Maddie.

Maddie. Maddie.

Thank you, I'll send the check right out.

It's okay.

Oh, I knew you were gonna say that.

Okay. All right. I admit it.

I ran into some trouble.

Going underground is not as easy as I thought it was gonna be.

I mean, it's not like you can ask anybody directions.

I'm getting the hang of it, though.

Like yesterday.

Hitched a back road to the edge of town.

- Mm-hmm. - Had a conversation

- with a skinny dog. - Mm-hmm.

Opened a can of beans with my teeth.

- Hm? - All right. It was a bag of beans.

- Mmm. - After dinner, I went down

to the railroad tracks to hop a freight train.

- Mm-hmm. - It was okay.

None of the other vagabonds would talk to me, though.

Found out you're not supposed to eat your beans before you hop the freight train.

- Mm-hmm. - Anyway, everything was rolling along,

then the train stopped.

End of the line.

Vegas.

I'm broke, Maddie.

Say something, will you?

Oh, David!

Does that mean you'll give me the money?

Hello.

- So, safe and sound. - Not even a scratch.

- It's good to have you back. - Good to be back.

- Well. - Well.

When you get done, come into my office,

and I'll catch you up on a few things.

Will do.

- Maddie. - David.

Mediocre minds think alike.

You first.

Well, it wasn't really anything important.

I just wanted to...

- What did you? - Me? No, I just...

sort of wanted to say, um...

- You first. - No, you first.

Okay. All right.

About the garage.

- Well? - Well, what?

Well, that is what you came back in here to talk about.

- Isn't it? - No. What about the garage?

Nothing about the garage.

It was a farewell hug. A goodbye kiss.

Just happened to be a false alarm, that's all.

Next time I leave you forever,

you won't have to go to the trouble

because you have credit for this one.

And that's what you wanted to say?

That's what I wanted to say.

Okay. Fine.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

wait a second. What did you come in here to say?

Me, say?

You, say.

Well, it was really pretty much the same thing.

Oh.

Yeah, well...

I'll see you in my office in a couple minutes.

Yeah.

See you.

♪ Some walk by night ♪

♪ Some fly by day ♪

♪ Nothing could change you ♪

♪ Set and sure of the way ♪

♪ There is the sun and moon ♪

♪ They sing their own sweet tune ♪

♪ Watch them when dawn is due ♪

♪ Sharing one space ♪

♪ We'll walk by night, babe ♪

♪ We'll fly by day ♪

♪ Moonlighting strangers ♪

♪ Who just met on the way ♪