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I'm so sorry.

It doesn't make any sense.

It can't... make sense.

Mike, if there's anything else I can do...

Just wait here.

Laura. What can I say?

I came just as soon as I heard.

Tell me. What it... someone very close to you?

- What are you doing here? - A hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on,

whatever I can give. You mustn't try and block your feelings.

They're not my feelings.

Aren't you supposed to be at a Chamber of Commerce luncheon right now?

Man can only doodle on his napkin for so long, Laura.

The speeches were beginning to bore me to death.

- Oh, sorry. - That's alright.

Anyway, I called Bernice and she muttered something about a funeral

- and I naturally assumed... - Naturally.

His brother from Japan called to say he was at the airport.

But when Mike went to pick him up, he was gone.

And we agreed to look into it?

I told him I thought the police would probably be his best bet...

but he sounded so worried, I thought the least I could do was make a few calls...

And...?

I found him.

I see.

Hit by a car. According to the report, he didn't wait for the light...

and tried to run across traffic on Temple Street.

And jaywalking claims another grim prize, eh?

I'm afraid that's all there is to it.

I want to know who murdered my brother!

But then again, on the other hand, one mustn't jump to conclusions.

Mike!

Mike, hold on!

Mike, what are you talking about?

Maybe you don't have a brother...

who sent you money ever since you were ten...

Who set you up in business...

Who would drop his job and come running from Japan whenever you called

I know this must be very difficult...

He didn't even tell me he was planning a trip.

And then he disappears at the airport.

And then he's dead.

But there's absolutely nothing to suggest he was murdered

Look! You don't want to take the case? I'll find somebody to do it!

- Or I'll do it myself! - Now just hold on there.

You've just had a terrible shock. You're hurt...

outraged, desperately trying to find a way to fight back. Am I right?

- Who are you? - Go on, Miss Holt, tell him who I am.

Mike Ito, this is Remington Steele himself.

So?

So, I'm personally going to review all the facts myself.

And I won't get very far with you crashing about, will I?

I just want to know what happened.

So you shall, so you shall.

What say we all go some place quiet where you can give your grief a run for it's money, eh?

Thanks...

but I think I'd rather be alone just now.

Okay.

- Thanks. - Now, you call us.

Well, you did it to me again, didn't you?

I did?

You come barging in, with no facts, no idea of what's going on...

and then you have the nerve to just take over!

Laura, the man was distraught!

I know he was distraught I can handle distraught.

I once had to convince a drug crazed killer...

that I was the Virgin of Guadalupe

over the phone!

He wanted to speak to the Virgin of Guadalupe?

I see you two found each other all right.

You know, the worst part of it is that you left poor Mike...

thinking we're really going to dig into this thing now.

I merely said we'd go over the facts.

Just a way to say that the cat's on the roof and we can't get her down.

- What? - Break it to him gently.

You see, there were these two brothers, one of whom had a cat he dearly loved.

Well, one day he decides to go away on holiday and leaves the cat with his brother...

A few days later, the brother phones up check on the cat.

His name was John, but that doesn't really matter.

He said, anyway, "Look, John, I was outside polishing my car the other day...

And the cat was up on the roof" that was called... Sydney, I believe...

- Am I interrupting here? - As a matter of fact, you are.

What is it, Murph?

Just a copy of the police report on the Kenji Ito accident. But it's very C&D.

C&D? What's that? Complex and Delicate?

Cut and Dried

Don't you have a Chamber of Commerce luncheon to go to or something?

He ran out of doodles.

Before we sling anymore mud at the wall, my dear, you might recall that...

I didn't invent Remington Steele as your superior.

You did.

That was before I knew he was going to walk And talk.

What exactly makes you think...

that being the flashy front man is exactly the cat's meow?

Oh, we're back to the cat now, are we?

Bouncing around the rubber chicken circuit, glad handing a bunch of old windbags...

in order to keep this agency's name in circulation.

Somebody's got to do it...

Not to mention being shot at from time to time,

or bashed about by people because...

they think I know something that you have conveniently forgotten to tell me!

You function best in an advisory capacity

Ha! That makes me sound more like an invalid... not a detective.

- You're not a detective! - Then teach me.

You're not serious.

Does this look like the face of a whimsical man?

- But... - But, but, but.

But what?

Why don't you share some of your invaluable training...

Your years of experience? The trained eye of the professional, seasoned in the field

- Well, I never thought that you... - Well, I do.

Well, then, perhaps...

when our next case comes up, we'll discuss it further.

But we have a case, remember?

The accident-murder of Kenji Ito?

- Kenji Ito was not murdered. - Then it's perfect.

A routine investigation done simply to ease the doubts of a grief stricken man.

What could possibly go wrong?

I'd like to think about that for awhile.

What for? Afraid I might learn the ropes...

and climb up by myself?

Get out your notebook.

To begin with, one must first go over all the known facts...

and see if they present any troubling questions.

Right.

You know, I only meant 'get out your notebook' as a figure of speech.

No, no. Excellent suggestion. Wouldn't want to miss anything.

Now, as you were saying? For instance?

If Mike was Kenji's only relative in town...

and he didn't know about the accident until today...

then who claimed Kenji's body from the authorities?

"Who claimed Kenji's body?".

And who arranged for the funeral?

"Who arranged for the funeral?"

And what were those other people doing there this morning?

What other people?

Before you came three people paid their respects and left.

But I'm sure they weren't together, and none of them seemed to know Mike at all.

Remarkable.

The way you can make a routine case just... come alive with mysteries.

Perhaps the driver of the car that hit him can tell us something.

- This is it. - What's the driver's name again?

Mr. Hamada.

Now, for the purposes of demonstration...

The reins are entirely in your hands.

I'll merely stand back and observe.

Thank you.

Mr. Hamada!

This is Miss Crenshaw from the Renfro Insurance Company!

Mr. Hamada? Mr. Hamada!

No luck.

Maybe we should break in and have a look around.

Speaking purely as an observer...

I don't think that would be our wisest move.

Excuse me, but I'm looking for Mr...

Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me. I'm looking for...

Should I be taking notes, do you think?

That won't be necessary.

Just turn as if we're about to leave

Like this?

Excuse me, but I'm looking for Mr. Hamada and I was wondering if you could help me?

The man in that room down there. I need to talk him.

About a car accident. Boom!

- Car accident! - Miss Holt...?

Excuse me, I think I'm getting somewhere with this... interrogation

Really?

Very interesting. When was this?

I see. I see.

Thank you Thank you very much.

I got something about a big man with white hair...

but Hamada himself is a dead end.

Very much so, I'm afraid.

You really enjoyed that didn't you?

On my word as a gentleman Laura...

I never asked that little man to tell me where Hamada was.

Watching me beat myself cross-eyed against the language barrier.

On the contrary, I thought you handled the situation brilliantly.

After all we got who we were after and I learned something in the bargain.

Really? What was that?

- You're an absolute pip at charades. - Ah, Hamada.

What happened to him?

What? Sorry.

What exactly did Mr. Hamada...?

Uh... broken neck.

Accidental.

Refrigerator door caught him at a bad angle.

This sort of thing happen very often?

You want details? You gotta ask the coroner.

The other day, a Kenji Ito was brought here and claimed for burial.

I was wondering if you could tell me who took him?

Two stiffs in two days. You guys are really into this stuff, huh?

Just a hobby.

Ito.

No.

Musta gone out on the night shift.

Dickerson's the man you want on that.

Would you please ask him to call us when he comes in?

Uh, you know, I got a lady mud wrestler you could have a look at. Fresh.

No, Thank you. Please just have Mr. Dickerson call us.

Your hobby.

First Kenji Ito, and then the driver that supposedly hit him.

- Hardly C&D. - More like E&F.

- E and F? - "Enigmatic and Frightening".

He still seems very upset so...

Let's not say we suspect anything just yet

Whatever you think best, Laura.

My looking over your shoulder is n't making you nervous, is it?

Watching all those sushi go by just makes me hungry.

- Ah. Raw fish, isn't it? - You never tried it?

Yes, well, one must save some experiences for later in life.

But I would have thought a man of your culinary...

Yes, well, it always seemed so desperate to me.

Rushing all that raw fish into my mouth and few turns over the coals...

could have done us both the world of good.

- What the hell is this supposed to mean? - We were hoping you could tell us.

I ask you to find out who killed my brother, and instead you do a check on him?

Just standard procedure. Ey, Miss Holt?

When you told us you didn't expect a visit from your brother now...

we thought someone in his company, Namu Printing...

might be able to tell us why he came to the states so suddenly.

But according to this, there is no such company.

And he doesn't seem to work for any other printing concern that we could find

Then where did he get the money for me to start this place? What's going on here?

I'm afraid the cat's on the roof, and we can't get her down

What?

You see, Mike, there were these two brothers. One of whom had a cat he loved dearly.

Well, he decides to go away on holiday and he leaves the cat with his brother

What Mr. Steele is trying to say is...

that the driver of the car who hit Kenji was killed yesterday...

in a very suspicious accident.

Are you certain you've told us everything?

Wait a minute. You're not accusing me, now?

Of course we're not. Are we?

It's just that we think whoever claimed the body and paid for the funeral must know something.

Now, you're certain you never saw any of those people before who were at the funeral?

I already told you that.

Have I got it backwards, Steele, or aren't I paying you to come up with the answers?

That is the general arrangement.

When you come up with something on Kenji that makes sense

I'll listen. Otherwise, I've got a business to run.

Hardly seems fair, does it?

What's that?

You holding the reins, me taking the whip?

I think I'm gonna call the office.

LADIES

Sorry. Out of order.

In that case, thanks for saving me the dime.

- You remember me? - Kenji Ito's funeral, wasn't it?

But there was such a crowd there, I might be mistaken.

- No mistake, Miss Holt. - Naming names, are we?

Did you bring yours along, or do I have to go looking for it?

"Craddock, Winslow. Major,

US Army, Special Intelligence".

- How do I know that's genuine? - Use your dime.

Well, you obviously wanted to see me.

I had that little gun running Kenji tight between my fingers.

And I only let him go because I knew it would lead to the Palace of Heaven.

His death doesn't change that. It's still mine.

- Palace of Heaven. What's that? - Come one. Stupid doesn't suit you, Holt.

Just give it to me and get out while you still can.

You trying to tell me this ladies' room isn't big enough for the both of us?

I don't like to see civilians get hurt.

- Is that a threat, Major? - Consider yourself lucky.

If Tenake had found you first...

he'd take a finger...

And then turn nasty.

Dwell on it.

So far, Major Craddock checks out.

But you're gonna have to narrow the Palace of Heaven down for me.

I mean, are we talking priceless Jade statue, Shanghai bordello, what?

- I wish I could tell you. - The name seems to ring a gong.

And we're billing this to an open and shut traffic accident, correct?

It's developed a little from that.

E&F at last reading, I believe.

- Or QWYA. - Too soon to tell.

QWYA? "Question Witnesses, Yank Answers"?

"Quit While You're Alive".

I mean it, Laura. I don't like this one.

Two accidental murders, Army intelligence

And the Palace of Heaven.

What about our responsibility to the client?

Point him to the advice column in "Soldier of Fortune' magazine.

We can't do that. Not until we've made some sense of this.

- Or found the movie. - What movie?

That's the question, isn't it?

Are we looking here at 'Enter the Dragon'...

with Bruce Lee on the trail of illicit narcotics?

Craddock did call Kenji a gun runner.

The Yakuza.

The Yakuza?

- Robert Mitchum and Brian Keith. - Exactly.

Warner Bros. 1975. The Yakuza.

Japanese word for gangster. Ruthless code of honor.

Where do you get these movies?

Drop the case, Laura. The only way to apologize to these guys is...

to chop off your pinkie and hand it over in a handkerchief.

Please. This isn't getting us anywhere.

The movie had the same problem.

Watched it half a dozen times, still couldn't make head nor tails of the plot.

'Palace of Heaven' I wonder if there might be...

- Who are you calling? - The morgue.

We haven't heard from Dickerson and I still have to know who picked up Kenji's body.

But this is my office.

No problem. I'll use the phone outside.

Hello, information?

Uh, what city?

I'm not sure, really. It's just that the "Palace of Heaven' seems very familiar to me...

and I was hoping you could tell me why...

What did you say?

Kondo y el resto ya habrán atacado a Ikedaya.

¡Quietos! ¡A Ikedaya!

¡Los mataré a todos!

¡Y después, Ikedaya!

YOU!

- I think it's time we let go of each other, don't you think? - What are you doing here?

- Working on the case. - I mean the real reason!

Well, it certainly wasn't to be pummeled about the head and shoulders by you!

Somebody followed me down here.

It looked the other way round from where I sat.

I got a good description of the girl from the funeral from Laura.

I caught up with her an hour ago and I followed her here!

You located an Oriental girl down here from only Laura's description?

- You know, some of us do this for a living! - I'll try and remember that.

As it happened, I also remembered that the name of this theatre was called the "Palace of Heaven"

So?

Kenji Ito was murdered for something called the 'Palace of Heaven'

Since when has this meant so much to you?

Since I assumed the mantle of Remington Steele.

The mantle of Remington Steele?

I've realized he's more than one man, Murphy. He's a team.

You, Laura, Bernice... and me, of course.

We're all part of that team. We're all Remington Steele.

Together, who could stop us?

Now, I say, we go after that girl and see what she can tell us.

I don't know. She's long gone.

- I think I'll... call in. - All right.

You know, for just a moment...

there, I had the feeling that you were...

Yes?

I can't run anymore.

- I'm a little short of breath myself. - I know you've been following me.

- Well, actually, I... - Don't lie to me.

I know I am a dead woman.

My mother told me, To love a Yakuza is to wish for an early grave.

- So it's true. Kenji was Yakuza. - Don't come any closer.

Look, with all respect to your mother, I'm not trying to harm you.

Kenji's death was a complete surprise to me. Caught his brother off guard as well.

- Brother? - You didn't know about him?

- Some trick. - His name's Mike.

Owns a restaurant on Tower Street.

At the funeral. The man who came and sat in the back row. He...

That was Mike. I take it you were there as well.

- I arranged for it. - I see. So you must have claimed the body too.

- Yes. - I really thing we're making progress here.

Now, tell me. This, 'Palace of Heaven'...

The "Palace of Heaven'? I knew it.

- You are no different from the rest. Get back. - Please. Wait just one second, please.

- Atrás. - Por favor. Sólo un segundo, por favor.

¿Podemos hablar, por favor?

- You come up with anything, Murph? - I never got the chance, Laura.

You gotta keep that guy and his mantle out of my hair!

- His mantle? - He screwed up the whole operation...

not to mention the fact that I nearly took his head off!

Look, I know it's been rough between you two...

but I really thought you had better control than that, Murph.

Laura, come on. You don't mean...

Oh, good. You're both here. I just had a tete a tete with the girl.

You found the girl?

Murphy led me right to her. That's teamwork for you, eh?

- I don't believe this. - I wasn't quite sure whether to believe it myself...

pbut it appears that we're on the right track with the 'Yakuza'

The Yakuza

Robert Mitchum. Brian Keith. all about the Japanese underworld.

- Ohmigod, he's got you doing it now. - What did she say?

I gathered that she and Kenji were quite intimate...

but that he never told her about his brother Mike.

And the "Palace of Heaven'?

Unfortunately, she ran back inside the theatre and disappeared before we got that far.

At least now we know who claimed the body.

- We do? - Sort of.

I finally got Dickerson on the phone. He's coming by later for a positive ID...

But he said it was a Japanese man.

A man?

But she just told me that she claimed the body.

Somebody's lying!

Well, whoever claimed it had to sign the forms. What was the name?

Mike Ito.

Oh, dear, this is beginning to go in circles.

I think we'd better have another talk with our client.

Post haste.

Take a hike, Fred.

- Aren't you coming, Murph? - Oh, sure. Why not?

Who knows, I may even figure out what's going on around here.

What's going on?

The brother on holiday, calls to check up on the cat, and his brother tells him that the cat is dead

Hey! Look at that!

- They're taking him! - Stop that! You can't do that!

- What just happened? - I think he's been abducted.

- Who? - Our client!

Would you stop saying that?

Come on, bub, what is it you really want? Oh...

- Dickerson show up yet? - Nope. But I want our number changed.

- What for? - Some creep's been calling...

here every ten minutes for the past two hours, and he just won't quit.

- Is he obscene? - Obscene I can handle.

But no heavy breathing, no lewd suggestions,

- just one line, over and over. - What's that?

- "You're still the one for me". - That's it?

It's really a rather nice sentiment, when you think about it.

Remington Steele Investigations.

- Guess who? - I'll handle this.

"You're Steele the one for me".

- Steele here. - You're Steele?

- That's right. - The one for me.

Come to 331 half First Street.

What?

What was that again...?

Can you tell me what?

Certainly wasn't a touching sentiment.

You're worried about his case, aren't you?

What makes you say that?

Because when you're worried, you get this little crinkle in your forehead.

Right here.

I do?

You scowl.

- I do what? - When you're worried. You scowl.

Scowl and Crinkle. Makes us sound like a London law firm, doesn't it?

- They have some excellent ones, I'm told. - Unmatched.

Just take a right up here.

PERROS CALIENTES

Tell me something...

In this movie, 'The Yakuza'...

This was how it started.

Is my crinkle showing?

Mira esto.

Who even knew this existed up here?

Who wanted to?

- Shhh. Listen. - What is that?

- Sounds like a movie. - Are you sure?

I think I paid to see it this afternoon.

Twice.

- Twice? - Yes. When I went back in to look for...

Her.

A pleasure to see you again, Mr. Steele.

- You mean she was... - Kenji's bereaved lover, wasn't it?

Remarkable recovery.

What is life, Mr. Steele, but the playing of roles?

- Your mother teach you that one, too? - My father.

Such a wise father.

Tenake-san is most anxious to speak with you.

Follow me.

Wait here.

Is there a B&F in our private lingo?

- What for? - "Bloody Fool".

I didn't find that girl. She found me.

I should have known something was wrong right off.

- What do you mean? - She obviously works for Tenake.

And right after I enlightened her about Mike and his restaurant...

- He was kidnapped. - I led the buggers right to him. Damn!

There's no way you could have known that

I've never seen you fall for a gob of lines like that.

You really mean that?

Of course I do.

Why else do you think I would ask you to teach me?

To be perfectly honest...

I thought you did it to win the argument we were having at the time.

I did.

But I'm learning.

Give 'em hell, Chief.

We build these machines to serve us...

and instead find ourselves serving them.

A profound thought, yes?

Profound enough.

I always like to begin such encounters with a profound...

It tends to keep the conversation... constructive.

- Some tea, perhaps? - How very civilized of you

I'm pleased you accepted my invitation.

Perhaps now we can settle this without any further...

- Need for tea? - Violence.

I'm all for a stab at that.

A pity Kenji can no longer agree with you

Kenji Ito was what is known in our business as a free agent.

While managing a business transaction for us, he was captured by your intelligence.

And then, just as suddenly... released.

A most alarming situation.

So you ushered him into the next life

No. We only sought to question him on his extraordinary good fortune.

But he fled. Taking with him something of great value to us.

The Palace of Heaven'?

One of my most trusted men has already disappeared searching for it

- What if I said we don't have it? - That would be most unfortunate.

Then, you would have nothing to trade.

Trade for what?

Steele! What the hell is happening? What do they want? What are they talking about?

Kenji must have passed it on to someone before he was killed.

But we are now convinced that Mike Ito is ignorant of Kenji's circumstances.

You, on the other hand...

are Remington Steele.

- That says a lot to you, doesn't it? - Volumes.

Bring me the Palace of Heaven within 24 hours...

and I will release Mike.

And if we don't?

Have you ever seen a film called 'The Yakuza'?

I'm afraid I have no time for such diversions.

So much killing in it.

I might remind you, Tenake, that you're still on American soil!

Miss Holt!

Please. Make no sudden moves. It would be...

most embarrassing for you to die at my table.

Well, we certainly don't want anyone...

to be embarrassed, do we?

Samurai swords?

This guy must put on a hell of a show.

Terribly convincing.

His place must be above that movie theatre.

That would explain where the girl disappeared to this afternoon.

I think it's time we pick up the phone and call for help.

No. We send the police in there, and Mike'd get killed before we even got close.

Poor chap.

He didn't even know Kenji was leading a double life

And now he's smack dab in the worst of it, without a clue.

- I can empathize. - Any chance we can work a trade?

With what? We still don't know what the 'Palace of Heaven' is.

- But Tenake doesn't know that - You mean set up a swap?...

And grab Mike before Tenake realizes we've handed him a bag of hot air?

Too risky. We don't even know how much hot air to put in the bag...

And there's no guarantee he'll let Mike go no matter what we give him.

Doesn't leave us very much room to maneuver.

Unless we start thinking in terms of U and D.

- U and D? - I don't even want to talk about it.

- "Unique and different"? - Why not? What other choice do we have?

- Just think of the risks. - "Uncomfortable and deadly"?

- We have got to get Mike out, Murphy. - And who's gonna do it?

- All of us. Together. - "Unified and dedicated"?

I know you hate to admit it, but when it comes to this stuff, he can be very...

- "Useful and diligent"? - We still have to come up with a plan.

Excuse me.

What sort of plan are we talking about?

"Unexpected and Daring".

Got it.

- I still don't approve of this - Is it this? Or me?

Don't ask me questions like that, okay?

You know, it's not that I don't enjoy our frequent altercations...

but since we're stuck with each other, we might try to activity to close the gap.

- We don't have very much in common. - There must be something.

What is it you like to do on a brisk Sunday afternoon?

Sure. I can just see you slapping on some cut offs and shooting some hoops.

There? You see? I love to hunt.

But I don't recall ever shooting a 'hoop' before.

Is it a very large animal?

- Come on. It's time. - Right.

Oiga. Oiga.

Thank god you're here.

Thought I'd never get away in time.

Oh, I couldn't agree more. But he's the one to reckon with.

Nice shot!

- You'll see he's well secured? - Don't worry.

Get moving! I want some sake too! ¿Acaso estás sorda?

I say this calls for a celebration, hey Murphy?

Why not.

I think there is still something in the fridge. Let me get out of this.

I wish I knew how to say it,

what you guys did for me today, that was really...

U and D.

Just a little jargon we detectives employ to simplify communications.

Whatever you call it, thanks.

Ah, all in a night's work hey?

Sorry if I don't seem more grateful...

Yes, of course. Your brother.

It was tough enough finding out he was dead,

with all this yakuza stuff...

Hmm. It's come as a shock.

Right now, the only that seems real to me is you Steele.

Yes, well, we're still trying to fit the last pieces into place ourselves.

Tell me the truth, how bad was he?

We only know he was caught in a squeeze...

between Tenake and a Major Craddock of army intelligence...

about something called the 'Palace of Heaven'.

- Does that mean anything to you? - Sorry.

Well, what shall we drink to, then, ey?

Teamwork?

Did anyone lock the front door?

Quick. The lights.

Alright, I want to know who you are and what you're doing here. And be quick about it.

I'm Dickerson. From the morgue. You asked me to come?

- I never asked... - Yes, you did. Mr. Dickerson. Please.

I'm so sorry.

I work the night shift. I came over as soon as I got off.

Wow. Fact is, I am one of your biggest fans.

- Really? - Oh, yeah.

I follow all your cases.

Well, I can't really help it, you know. You're a source.

You mean of... bodies?

Hey, when Remington Steele gets going, then...

I know it's time for me to clear the tables and tell my wife not to wait up.

Mr. Dickerson, this is Mr. Ito.

He isn't the man who claimed the body, is he?

No. Never seen him before.

But what was the deceased's name, again?

Mike, do you have a picture of Kenji?

Sure.

Yes. That's the guy.

- You mean... the deceased. - No. The guy that claimed him.

The deceased was all torn up from the accident.

Are you sure this is the man who signed for him?

Yeah. He said his name was... Mike Ito. Why?

- Laura, if he claimed the body... - Kenji is still alive!

Laura, I'm afraid to admit it so far along, but I'm afraid we're in the wrong movie.

- What movie? - The Oriental angle threw us right off.

- What are you talking about? - The Third Man.

Orson Welles plays a ruthless dealer in the black market...

who fakes his own death in order to avoid pursuit by the police.

Only his good friend, Joseph Cotten doesn't believe it was an accident...

and begins digging to find out why Orson was killed.

If Kenji's alive, I've got to find him!

Mike, wait. Mike. Mike!

Murphy, Tenake's men are out there. We can't let him go alone!

- ¡Oye! ¡Ven! - Excuse me.

I know that this is a bad time...

but, could you do me a favor and autograph this death certificate for me?

Just something simple, like 'To my good friend, Dickie'.

Mr. Steele...

Think he could be here?

If he staged his own death, he'd have to know who turned up for the funeral

- And find a safe place to lay low. - Besides, we've already been everywhere else.

- Oh, Murphy, would you...? - Don't you worry.

I'll shoot any wild hoops that happen along.

What?

Pardon me, I don't mean to interrupt your reverie, but have you seen by chance...?

Mike, this can't be...

- I don't know who he is. - It's Major Craddock.

I take it he's...

Let's just say that Dickerson won't be disappointed.

You shouldn't have come, Mike.

Kenji?

But then, it's really my fault.

I worked so hard all those years to earn your respect.

I should have known you could not easily accept my death.

You've been...Yakuza... all this time?

I saw no reason for you to carry my shame.

Away from me, in this country, you could have a decent life.

A life with honor.

And I never would have known the truth.

But... Craddock caught me, a few months ago.

I told him nothing

but he released me...

and spread the word that I had talked.

I knew then that Tenake couldn't let me live.

That's why I stole the computer code that details their whole operation in Japan.

The Palace of Heaven.

Doesn't look like a 'Palace of Heaven', does it?

I thought, maybe, I could trade it in for my freedom.

But when I called you at the airport...

I spotted one of Tenake's men following me, and I ran.

- But he caught up with you. - On Temple Street.

We struggled,

I pushed him in front of a car.

That's when I saw a way out.

So you gave him your identification and staged your own funeral.

Nobody hunts for a dead man.

Nobody, that is, except Remington Steele.

When Tenake and the others found that you were involved...

I knew they wouldn't let up. Especially Craddock.

- So you killed him. - He left me no choice.

This way, Tenake will know that I did not betray him...

and would not seek revenge on Mike.

But... you still have the code

You will keep it now...

To insure my brother's continued safety.

Tenake knows that you are a man of honor...

He is wise enough not to challenge the blade of Remington Steele.

I'm afraid we're still going to have to call the police.

I've already called them. They should be here shortly.

You know, Mike, I dreamed,

S one day, to leave the Yakuza...

and join you in business.

The dream now has only...

a few remaining minutes... of freedom...

Now that you know the truth...

Come on.

You know?

this is really a very sad way for things to end.

Not really.

In 'The Third Man', Joseph Cotten killed Orson Welles.

So, who was buried in Kenji's place?

The Yakuza that Tenake said was missing.

I see.

And Hamada? The driver of the car that hit him?

Craddock killed him.

He was the big man with white hair that the old woman described to us...

when we went to Hamada?

Craddock thought he was Yakuza as well.

Another poor unfortunate, caught in the web of deception

You know, you promised me you'd try at least one.

Yes, well,

- I was hoping you wouldn't remember that. - It's all part of the training program,

Actually, I've been feeling the urge to become a flashy front man again.

Come on. It's good for you.

Pure protein. There's tuna, sea bass, yellow tail.

I suppose this doesn't look too difficult.

- What is it? - Octopus.

I never finished telling you about the cat on the roof, did I?

You see, there were these two brothers,

one of whom had a cat that he loved very much...

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