All language subtitles for Tuckers Witch s01e00 Unaired Pilot.eng

(Multicom Jingle)

(somber music)

(siren wailing)

(dramatic music)

(woman screams)

(whimsical theme music)

(goat bleating)

(alarm clock rings)

- Thanks.

- Don't mention it.

- You're up early.

What are you doing?

- My dream diary.

- Oh, what is it this time?

- It's not nice.

It's those elevator murders.

- Where are the aspirin?

What'd you do with the aspirin?

Elevator murders?

- You know those three girls

that were strangled in elevators?

- [Rick] I wish Jerry
and Tina wouldn't serve

that cheap red wine.

- You don't have to drink it.

- Keeps me from having bad dreams.

I can never find the aspirin.

- Why don't you try some
of mother's primrose tea?

I think it might work.

- I've got a better idea.

- Rick.
- Hmm?

- Rick, I'm working.

(cat meows)

- My headache's going away.

- So is my dream.

- It's definitely working. (sneezes)

- Bless you.

- Dickens, beat it.

(cat meows)

I said scram.

(cat meows)

Come on, pal, you know the rules.

- Wait a minute, Rick,

I think that she has a message for me.

- It'll keep.

- No.

(magical whistling)

- Amanda, that's not fair.

- I'm sorry, but it could be important.

- Why do you have such a terrific--

(sneezes)

Why can't witches get messages
from a fish or a canary?

Why does it have to be a cat?

- Okay, Dickens, this better be good.

(cat purring)

Rick!

- [Rick] Hmm?

- There's been a fourth.

- Fourth what?

- Elevator murder.

And we're gonna get involved.

- There's only one thing
we're gonna get involved in

and that's a vacation,

someplace where there
are no missing persons,

no insurance frauds, no blackmailers,

no strangled girls,
and definitely no cats.

- Wanna bet?

- I got five says you're wrong.

- You're on.

(blender whirring)

Rick.

Rick, his name is Frank.

- Whose name?

- I don't know, I just
flashed on the name Frank.

I think he might have something to do

with the elevator murders.

- Amanda, in the first hour of this day,

I've been subjected to bad
dreams, slamming doors,

messages from Dickens.

Please spare me one of your flashes.

- Now wait a minute, Buster,
my flashes have gotten us

a whole lot further than your facts.

- Oh, it is true, the facts this morning

seem relatively insignificant.

City council voted to rezone Tarzana.

The aspirins weren't where
they were supposed to be,

and the kitchen sink is still leaking

because your mother once
again failed to be here

to let the plumber in.

These fact, however meager,
are things I can count on.

- Good morning.

- Are you saying that
you can't count on me?

- Last week you were convinced

Harvey Winston's gun wasn't loaded.

You nearly got yourself killed.

- What?

- All right, all right, that's true.

That's absolutely true,

but what about all the other times?

- Amanda, it scares me

when you start putting too
much faith in this stuff.

It's too unreliable.

One of these days it's gonna let you down

when you're really counting on it.

- He's right, dear.

- Good morning, Mother.

- Good morning.

- Are you gonna be around this afternoon

to let the plumber in?

- No problem.

I have dozens of orders to fill.

Oh, I'm afraid Myra
got loose this morning.

Honestly, that goat!

She got into my herbs again
and ate all the valerian.

- Nothing in here about
your fourth murder.

Dickens should check his sources.

- Let me see that.

- Pretty flowers, Ellen.

Who's Bernie?

- Oh, he's driving me

to my Chinese cooking class this morning.

He makes a wonderful shrimp szechuan.

My goodness, look at the time!

He'll be here any moment.

I had no idea it was so late.

- It isn't.

- Amanda, dear, if you are
going to practice on the clocks,

I wish you would reset them afterwards.

- Sorry, I forgot again.

(magical whistling)

Come on, move, damn it.

(magical whistling)

(gasps)

- Close, dear.

- Oh, come on, Mom, I missed.

- I rest my case.

(doorbell rings)

- Oh, that can't be Bernie already.

I, oh, I gotta let him in.

(phone rings)

- That's Marcia and there's
something up at the office.

- You wanna bet?

- Five bucks.

- You're on.

Hello?

Hello, Marcia.

Yeah, I'll put you on the box.

Go ahead, we're both here.

- [Marcia] There's a
woman here in the office

who's really anxious to talk to you.

- Did she say what it was about?

- [Marcia] Those elevator murders.

The second victim was her sister.

- Go on.

- [Marcia] They discovered
another body this morning.

That's the fourth.

She thinks she knows who the killer is.

- Tell her we'll be right in.

Don't look so smug.

- Mrs. Delasandro from across
the street and you know who.

- Here we are!
(tap shoes clanking)

Ta-dum!

Well, what do you think?

- She's amazing.

- And that was just a preview.

Now don't forget, it's the
Monica Clinger School of Dance

and it's on the corner
of Olympic and La Brea.

We'll see you at 4:00 sharp.

- What's at 4:00 sharp?

- Adele's recital.

You are coming, aren't you?

Rick promised.

- It slipped my mind.

- [Miss Barringer] He's a
violent man, Mr. Tucker.

He used to beat my sister.

- What reasons would he have for killing

the other three women?

Did he know them?

- The police say he didn't,

but I think he's pulling
the wool over their eyes.

There's something he isn't telling.

Don't ask me what it is, but I feel it

right here in my gut.

- Miss Barringer, we have
to have more to go on

than just your intuition.

- Mr. Tucker, I built a $2
million cosmetic business

on my intuition,

and I thought you'd
understand about intuition,

especially you, Mrs. Tucker.

Aren't you supposed to be
a psychic or something?

- This is a detective
agency, Miss Barringer.

If I have any special talents,

they're not something we rely on.

We deal in hard, cold facts here.

- Well, I don't have any hard, cold facts.

That's why I came to you.

- So we can help you
nail your brother-in-law?

What if he turns out to be innocent?

- I loved my sister a
great deal, Mr. Tucker.

I want the murderer caught, whoever he is.

- Well, we'll have to meet
with your brother-in-law.

Where can we find him?

- He works for the construction company

that's putting up the
new Fleischman building

in Century City.

He's an electrician.

- [Rick] What's his name?

- Kopcheck.

Frank Kopcheck.

- Did you say Frank?

- It's really Francis.

(whimsical music)

- I do not owe you $5.

We did not bet on his name.

- [Frank] Why don't that pushy broad

just keep her mouth shut, you know?

First the cops, now you.

What is this?

- [Rick] She thinks you killed her sister.

- I was bowling that night.

I got a whole team that says I was there.

- She also says you
used to beat your wife.

- Okay, now look, buddy, I don't
know who you think you are.

You don't come up here!

You don't--

- Mr. Kopcheck! Mr. Kopcheck!

We're not trying to nail you.

We just wanna find out
who murdered your wife.

We need your help.

- Once.

I hit her once.

I did not used to beat her.

- When was that?

- A couple of days before she got killed,

I found out she was cheating on me,

so I called her on it

and when I did, she just
denied it, you know,

so I dealt with it

But that don't make me
a murdered, you know.

Look, I don't care what my
sister-in-law says about me.

I loved my wife.

- Do you happen to have
any small personal item

that she carried around with her?

- [Frank] Why?

- Well, I can sometimes
tell a lot about people

from their personal effects.

- Wait a minute.

I got a keyring of hers.

Would that help?

- D-M, any idea whose initials these are?

- They weren't hers.

- What about the guy she was seeing?

What's his name?

- I'd like to find that out myself.

- Do you mind if we
borrow this for a while?

- Yeah, sure, go right ahead.

I don't need it anymore.

- Thanks.

I've got an idea.

The company he works for put up

at least one of the other buildings

where the bodies were found.

- You can scratch Frank Kopcheck.

- You always were a sucker for sentiment.

- No, no, I'm getting the image

of a short, bald man
with beady, black eyes.

He's the one we're looking for.

- Kopcheck's clean as a whistle.

We checked him out.

Had an airtight alibi for
every one of those murders.

- What about were there any
link between the murders?

- Oh, same MO.

Always strangulation,
always in an elevator,

always in a new high-rise.

- Well, what about the girls?

Did they have anything in common?

- Two blondes, one
brunette, and now a redhead.

Two tall, one short, one average.

Three in their 20s, one in her 40s.

All married.

- You don't have much to go on, do you?

- No.

No, no, no.

But it certainly makes me feel
a whole lot better to know

that you two are on board again.

Tell me, Mrs. Tucker, any
of your famous insights?

- I'm working on it.

- Good, good.

But if you decide the murder
weapon's at the bottom

of the La Brea Tar Pits like last time,

please keep it to yourself, huh?

I'm still trying to live that one down.

- I've got a feeling that
I'm gonna make up for that

on this one, Sergeant Fisk.

- Oh, you're not gonna crack this case.

We've gone over every piece of evidence

with a fine tooth comb.

We've done blood tests,
fiber tests, hair tests,

logistic analyses, ran them
all through the computer.

What'd we come up with?

Zilch.

You're dealing with random killings here.

Girls just happen to be in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

Why don't you do yourself a favor?

Tell your client her
brother-in-law's clean

and go look for somebody's
lost cocker spaniel.

- You're probably right, Sergeant.

Oh, by the way, do you
mind if I take a look

at that charm bracelet before we go?

- Oh, yeah, sure.

We found it under the body.

It must've fallen off during the struggle.

We checked it for fingerprints.

Say, how did you know about this bracelet?

- Oh, you mentioned it to
one of your men just now

when we arrived.

- I did?

Oh.

- Pretty, huh?

- [Rick] Uh-huh.

(bright piano music)

(audience applauds and cheers)

- One of us should check the
relatives of the other victims,

see if those initials mean anything.

- You think the initials are
the link we're looking for.

- You think your mother
remembered to let the plumber in?

(audience applauds and cheers)

- So let's say you're the killer.

- Hmm?

- How do you know that you're
not gonna bump into somebody

coming off the elevator?

- That's why I pick new buildings.

They're deserted, no tenants.

- Very clever.

- See, I lure the girls into the elevator,

then push the stop button between floors.

- Why?

(audience applauds)

- You know how long it
takes to strangle somebody?

Let's get out of here.

- I think you people are sick.

(humming)

- Good morning, Arnie.

- [Arnie] Five trips for one leaky faucet.

- I forgot.

Oh, that poor man.

He'll never speak to me again.

I've just had so much on my mind lately.

- He'll get used to it.

How's business?

- 10 more orders for Slumberland Tea.

I knew it would be a big seller.

- Are you sure they're
drinking it, not smoking it?

- (gasps) Oh, well, whatever.

Helps pay the rent.

- Any patterns emerging?

- You tell me.

These flags are the murder sites.

These pins, all the new high-rises

near completion in the city.

- Looks random to me.

(knocking)

- [Marcia] Morning.

- Marcia, good morning.

What's all this?

- Copies of all the
coverage on the murders,

right back to day one.

Rick asked for them.

Oh, and by the way, Rick, you
were right about the initials.

- Did you call the
Secretary of State's office?

- Yep, they referred me to
the department of trademarks.

I had to go down there in
person to get the dope.

According to them, the
initials D-M are registered

to some video dating service.

- Now wait a minute, wait a minute.

You didn't tell me about this.

- I don't tell you everything.

Besides, I was only
following up your hunch.

- Hunch?

- That the initials were the link.

- Video dating service, huh?

- Yeah, you know,

one of those high-tech
lonely hearts clubs.

This one's an outfit called Data Match.

- [Rick] I'll go in and join,
see what I can find out.

You check out those other relatives.

- Wait a minute, why
don't I go in and join

while you check the relatives?

- Honey, if the killer turns
out to be one of those members,

it could be very dangerous.

- It could also be a lot of fun.

I'll flip you for it.

- All right.

Call it.

- Tails.

- I guess that settles it.

(magical whistling)

Amanda!

That's not fair.

- Okay.

To show you what a sport
I am, we'll both join.

And you can go first.

- Well, we're always open
for new members, Mr. Tucker.

The more, the merrier. (laughs)

Let me call Danny, our manager.

There's a Mr. Tucker
here who'd like to join.

Okay.

He said he'll be right out.

- Great.

(whimsical music)

- Hi.

I'm Danny Kirkwood.

Welcome to Data Match.

Now when you find a girl in the profile

that you're interested
in, you come on over here

to our tape library
and you locate her tape

according to her code number.

Then you come on over here
to one of our viewing booths

and you take a look at it.

- What about viewing it at home?

- No, sorry, no tapes or
profiles allowed off the premise.

House rules.

- Gotcha.

What if I like what I see?

- Well, then we let her
know that you're interested.

She comes on down and views your tape.

If the lady likes what she
sees, you're in business.

- Uh-huh.

- This is the file room.

You can put your membership
on hold for up to six months,

if you're away on business
or find a young lady

you want to concentrate on for a while.

- Sounds fair.

Terminated?

- Yeah, past members and dropouts.

You'd be surprised how many people rejoin.

- Hi, I'm Laurie.

I'm gonna be taping your interview.

Just follow me.

- [Danny] I'm not gonna be
here when you're through.

Laurie's our assistant manager.

You'll be in great hands.

- [Laurie] Can you have a
seat right here, please?

- So I'm gonna give this to you right now.

- What's this?

- That says you're a member in
good standing of Data Match.

It's the beginning of a whole
new way of life for you.

- [Laurie] Okay, now look at the camera.

- So what name did you
use when you joined?

- My own.

I'm an insurance adjuster.

- I think I'll use my maiden name

and give them the office
phone and address.

- I used the office.

- Okay, I'll use the
home phone and address.

- Did you come up with
anything when you talked

with the relatives of the other victims?

- None of them had even
heard of Data Match.

How'd you do?

- I went through all the
profiles in that library.

I didn't come up with one of the victims,

not even the two we know
for a fact were members.

- Well, that makes sense.

I mean, they're hardly
available for dating.

They must've been pulled.

- And put in the terminated file.

- The what?

- They hang onto the
records of all past members

in a special file.

- You wanna bet we find
all four of them there?

And if we do, the killer has
got to be another member.

I'll tell you one thing, I'll spot him

when I go through those profiles tomorrow.

I'd know him anywhere.

Short, bald, beady black eyes.

His face is getting clearer
and clearer all the time.

You know what bothers me?

The club never informed the police

that two of the members were victims.

But think of the publicity.

I mean, a thing like that
could ruin a dating agency.

You're right.

We've got to get into that special file.

Mm-mmm, he's at it again.

- The peeper?

- I'll fix him.

(magical whistling)

(clicking)

- Hey, Rick.

You're gonna do all right, pal.

You've already had requests

of three of our most popular girls.

- [Carol] Excuse me, Danny.

I think Miss Hobbs has a problem.

- Excuse me.

Hi, can I help you?

- Hi, I've done the dumbest thing.

I forgot my glasses

and I'm making a mess of this application.

Do you think that you could help me?

- I bet I can.

Do you mind if I move this briefcase?

- It belongs to the gentleman over there.

- Rick, is this yours?

- Yeah, thanks.

- Okay, Rick, I've got
your first tape set up

if you wanna come on back.

Okay, I'll be in my office if you need me.

- Thanks.

- Okay.

I'm all yours.

Yeah, all right.

- Hi, I'm Babs.

I have an insatiable
appetite for life and people.

I love roller coaster
rides, pink champagne,

long walks on the beach, yellow roses,

and sensitive men.

You know what I mean.

I'm a woman of many moods.

Impulses yet to course.

Humor, shy sometimes,

uninhibited, yet
discriminating in my passions.

- There's more to you than
meets the eye, Amanda.

Dancing, music, sports.

I think you're gonna
be very much in demand.

- I hope so.

- Well, you wanna see
the rest of the place?

Come on, I'll show you.

(magical whistling)

- Amanda?

Amanda, are you all right?

(gasps)

- I'm nervous.

- Yeah, you gotta relax.

- I'll try.

(vase breaking)

- In here's the library.

On the bottom shelf, we have
the profiles for the men.

Oh, Rick, I'd like you to meet Amanda.

Amanda, this is Rick.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- Amanda just joined today.

As a matter of fact,
looking at her profile,

I'd say you two might
have a lot in common.

- Is that right?

- Rick just joined the other day himself.

He's already very much in demand.

- Oh, really?

- Marilyn, Liz, Babs.

- Oh, Babs.

I thought she had a lot to offer.

- It's a good choice,
good choice, great gal.

Little bit independent,

but she gets her share of repeat calls.

- (giggles) Lucky ol' Babs.

- Okay, we are set up for
Amanda's interview now.

- It was nice meeting you.

- Rick.

- Rick.

- Right this way.

- I think you did it again, pal.

Look, I'll give you a
call as soon as I set up

that date with Babs, okay?

- Oh!

- No, no, let me get that for you.

- Thanks, Danny, I'm always
forgetting this thing.

- You know, that guy's briefcase
was empty when he got here.

Now it's not.

- Uh-oh, another member
with sticky fingers.

- Yeah, I guess I better check.

(suspenseful music)

(engine revs loudly)

- I really don't see why
you have to go through

with that dumb date.

Hi, I'm Babs.

I'm insatiable.

- You looked at her tape?

- Curiosity got the better of me.

- Well, I think she may be helpful.

In first place, she's
married, but separated.

Second place, Danny said she
gets a lot of repeat dates.

- I'll bet.

- One of them could be our killer.

- More likely she's the killer.

She looked pretty tough to me.

- Like a short, bald man
with beady, black eyes.

- Who knows?

Contact lenses and a wig?

If I were you, I'd give
her hair a nice, big pull.

- I love you when you get like this.

Gotta run.

- What's the rush?

- Gotta pick her up in 15 minutes.

See ya later.

(magical whistling)

- Now stop it.

I know what you're doing
and it's not going to work.

(magical whistling)

Now this time, I'm really leaving.

Amanda, this is no time for games.

I'm leaving right now.

I'm on my way.

Oh boy.

I'm gonna be very late.

(whimsical music)

Amanda, I've got work to do.

- All right.

Business before pleasure.

(snaps)

- That's more like it.

See ya later.

On second thought, don't
bother waiting up for me.

- Yeah, that's me.

Everything right up front,
nothing left to the imagination.

- I wouldn't say that.

- Mmm, this is gonna be fun.

- Listen, I know you like the beach,

so I made reservations in Malibu.

- Uh, uh-uh.

I made the date so we go in my car.

- Okay.

- I pick out the restaurant.

I pay the tab.

And afterwards, we come
back to my apartment.

When you make the date,
you get to call the shots.

Those are my rules.

Everybody sticks to them.

Okay?

- Okay by me.

(engine revs)

- I'd like to find a man.

Actually, I'd like to find
different types of men.

(laughs) I think I'm looking for a variety

of interpersonal relationships.

- [Danny] In other words,
you're really interested

in playing the field, is that right?

- Yeah.

- I fixed you a sandwich
and a glass of milk.

Any luck?

- Nothing.

I was so sure I could pick
up a sense of the killer

from these tapes.

- My goodness, it's cold in here.

(snaps, fire roars)

- Oh!

(laughs) You gave me such a start.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Mother.

Look, any time my little stunts
start getting in your way,

you just tell me.

- Oh, yes, I will.

I'll get used to them again, darling.

It'll just take me a little time.

- I just want you to be happy here.

- Besides (laughs) nothing that you do

is nearly so maddening as the tricks

your grandmother used to play.

We never knew what she was gonna do next.

(laughs)

- Now she was a character.

She certainly knew her craft.

I only wish I had her command.

Mine's so unreliable.

- Maybe you're trying too hard, dear.

Well, I remember that my
mother used to say to me,

if you have the knack, don't force it.

It will just come in its own sweet time.

Of course, in my case, it never did.

- It's funny how it skips
a generation like that.

(sighs)

Did you ever feel left out?

- Oh no.

Frankly, I was relieved.

I wouldn't have wanted
all that responsibility.

Besides, having your
grandmother in the house

was quite enough.

I pity your poor father.

He had the patience of Job.

Bless his heart.

- You still miss him, don't ya?

- Yes.

But being here with you and Rick,

it isn't so bad.

You don't mind about Bernie, do you?

- Mother, I couldn't be more pleased.

- You'll like him.

He's a nice man.

You'll meet him.

He's a widower.

Of course, he's not your father.

But he's good company.

(knocking)

That's Bernie now.

We're off to the movies.

Don't forget your sandwich.

(door closes)

(cupboards slamming)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

Hello?

- Hi, this is Danny.

- Danny?

- [Danny] Danny Kirkwood from Data Match.

Look, I know it's kinda short notice,

but I was wondering if
you were free for dinner.

- Dinner?

- You haven't eaten already, have you?

(cat meows)

- Well, as a matter of fact, I haven't.

- Terrific.

Listen, to tell you the
truth, I was very impressed

with your interview.

- Thanks.

- I'd like to see more of you.

- Is that okay?

I mean, for management to date clients?

- There's no rules against it.

As a matter of fact,

the last manager married
one of the clients.

- I suppose I could.

- Pick you up in about 15 minutes.

- Wait a minute.

(dial tone rings)

Why not?

(cat meows)

(cat purrs)

Dickens, come on.

What's good for the gander
is good for the goose.

- I'll bet some of the guys you meet

through Data Match are
a little weird, huh?

- (laughs) A couple, yeah.

- Any of them ever try to get rough?

- With me?

(laughs)

I'm a black belt.

Hey, what are you doing
way over there, huh?

Come on over here and give me a kiss.

- Shouldn't you keep your eye on the road?

- Oh, relax, sweetie.

I could drive this road with my eyes shut.

Now where's that kiss?

Come on.

(horn honking)

- Look out!

- No fair, you're peeking.

- Hey, you wanna hear
something real funny?

The brakes are out.

- Put it in low.

- I'm trying to.

It won't go.

It wont', ahh!

(tires squealing)

(horn honking)

(horn honking)

(tires squealing)

- You all right?

- Uh, yeah, I think so.

How 'bout you?

- I'm okay I think.

- I don't understand.

I just had these brakes fixed.

- Who knew you were going out tonight?

- Nobody I can think of.

Except, well, the people
down at Data Match office,

that's all.

- Carol and Laurie.

- Yeah, and Danny, of course.

He keeps tabs on all the girls.

- All set.

(cat meows)

(car engine revs)

- Where are we going for dinner?

- Fun, new place.

Just opened.

- Really, where is it?

- Oh, it's not far.

It's a fabulous view.

- Is in the The Hills?

- No, it's a new high-rise, top floor.

You'll love it.

- I wish I brought some bread crumbs.

- I'm sorry?

- I was just saying I wish I
brought something to munch on.

I'm starving.

- We're almost there, hang on.

(magical whistling)

(car sputtering)

- That's funny.

- I think we're outta gas.

- Where's your ladies' room?

- Around the back.

- Thanks, I'll be right back.

(keypad beeping)

Rick!

- [Amanda On Answering
Machine] Hi, we aren't able

to come to the phone right now,

but if you'd care to leave a message.

- Swell.

Everything okay?

- Yeah, it seems to be.

Damndest thing, though, the
tank was almost full, right?

- Must've been something in the gas line.

- Isn't that strange?

(cat meows)

- Hi, fella, where's Amanda?

(cat meows)

Amanda?

Amanda?

- [Amanda On Answering
Machine] Rick, it's me.

You're not gonna believe this,

but I think Danny Kirkwood is our man.

I'm with him now, supposedly on a date.

I'm at the corner of Pico and Beverly.

I don't know how much he knows,

but he's taking me to a
recently completed high-rise

somewhere near here.

He says it's got a fabulous view.

I'll bet it does.

I'm gonna try and nail him.

You better bring the cavalry.

I gotta go now, hurry!

- Dickens!

Thanks, pal.

- Top floor?

- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, what are you doing?

- Private detectives have been known

to carry guns, Mrs. Tucker.

- Now wait a minute.

(magical whistling)

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps running)

(suspenseful music)

(magical whistling)

(dramatic music)

(magical whistling)

(footsteps running)

(tires squealing)

- Oh no, you don't!

(groans)

- [Amanda] Rick, wait!

- What?

(snaps)

- Don't let me down now.

(magical whistling)

I got him, wanna bet?

- No bet.

- Well, what's going on here?

- We've got your elevator
murderer, Sergeant Fisk.

- Really? Where are you hiding him?

- Where else?

- You can't miss him.

He's a short, bald man
with beady, black eyes.

(whimsical music)

- Apparently, Danny Kirkwood's
wife used to cheat on him

all the time.

Finally, she ran off with a guy she met

through a dating service,

so Danny sets himself up with Data Match.

Started killing off other married women

who were doing the same thing.

Guess in his own sick way,

he thought he was getting back at her.

Too bad he had to drag Data Match into it.

I think they provide an excellent service,

for people who are looking
for that kind of thing.

Then it only takes one rotten apple.

You know, Babs wasn't really so bad.

I'll bet if I had hung in there,

I could find the girl of my dreams.

- Rick?

- Hmm?

- Come here.

(whimsical music)

(magical whistling)

(whimsical theme music)

(chiming)

(Multicom Jingle)

Repair and Synchronization by
Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0