All language subtitles for Remington Steele s02e04 Altared Steele.eng

Someone tried to kill me
with a hatchet.

- A hatchet?
- Next thing I knew, someone was shooting arrows at me.

- ...Room 1 2.
- Arrows?

This man doesn't need a detective.
He needs a psychiatrist.

[ Grunting, Groaning ]

Frank?

Frank?

Dearly beloved, let us begin.

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Clock Chiming ]

[ Chiming ]

[ Panting ]

- [ Woman ] May I help you?
- Uh, yes, this is, uh-

Y-Yes?
Sir, you'll have to speak up.

Uh, I'm sorry.
This is, uh-

This is Room 1 2.

Hello?

Sir? Mr. Dannon?

I can't hear you, sir.
Mr. Dannon?

Sir, can I help you?

Mr. Dannon?

Mr. Dannon?

- Ready for the next batch?
- Your enthusiasm for this kind of work amazes me.

Oh, are you kidding?
This is fun.

I've been reading through these cases,
and the intrigue, and the romance, and the-

Ooh! The adventure.
It's so dangerous.

Sometimes I think that our boss
is too good to be true.

Speaking of the heroic Mr. Steele,
wasn't he supposed to join us about an hour ago?

Oh, well, he has
so much work to do...

- that I told him that we girls
could handle this by ourselves. - Oh.

- Ah, good morning, ladies, good morning!
[ Blows Kiss ] - Oh, good morning, sir.

- You have several phone calls, but nothing urgent.
- Hm. Ah.

- Coffee this morning?
- Ah, tea, actually, Mildred.

- You got it, boss!
- [ Chuckles ]

Oh, remarkable woman, eh?
Filled with spirit, consumed with dedication.

This has got to stop.

Oh, a couple more hours should do it,
I'd think. Don't you?

- I mean, you and our Miss Krebs
are going to have a little talk. - Really? What about, I wonder?

About who really runs this agency.
If I want a file, she asks you first.

If I want a paper clip,
she asks you first.

- Well, you must admire the woman's consistency.
- I don't care how you do it...

or which method you choose, but somehow you're
going to convince her that we are at least equals.

Ah! But, Laura, think how
it would shatter the-

the perfect harmony
of that woman's universe.

I think in situations like this...

you know, the truth is always more trouble
than it's worth, don't you?

[ Clears Throat ] Ah, pardon me,
but I'm looking for Remington Steele.

[ Clears Throat ] Ah, pardon me,
but I'm looking for Remington Steele.

Ah, yes, at your service, Mr., ah-

Oh, Dannon.
Well, Frank Dannon.

- And my loyal associate, Laura Holt.
- Oh, hi.

- What can we do for you, Mr. Dannon?
- I need you to find someone.

- Excellent. Who?
- Me.

And you can't remember
anything about yourself?

- Not a thing, Miss Holt.
- No memories at all- family, friends?

I didn't even know my own name until
that motel operator told it to me.

Next thing I knew,
someone was shooting arrows at me.

- Arrows?
- Well, that's strange, huh?

It's abundantly clear that we're
dealing with a classic case of amnesia...

of which there are two characteristic types:
traumatic and hysterical.

In the absence of any bumps, bruises,
or other obvious injuries to the skull...

I think we're safe in concluding
that this man is suffering from...

- the hysterical form of the condition.
- Well, what does that mean?

Someone or something recently
scared the living daylights out of you.

Ohh.

-[ Clock Chiming ]
-[ Thunderclap ]

Wait a minute.

- Someone tried to kill me.
- Mm-hmm.

- With a hatchet.
- A hatchet?

- Would you excuse us for a moment, please?
- [ Steele ] Hmm.

An arrow? A hatchet?
[ Scoffs ]

This man doesn't need a detective.
He needs a psychiatrist.

I must admit it's not
the most plausible story.

It's obvious the man has been on the receiving end
of some terrible psychological blow.

After all, Laura,
even paranoids have enemies.

Then we'll refer him to a good counseling service
where he can get the kind of help he needs.

By the way, where'd you
get this stuff on amnesia?

- Spellbound?
- Yes, I was, actually.

Gregory Peck, Ingrid Bergman,
Selznick International, um, 1 945.

Why do I ask?

After giving careful
consideration to your plight...

Mr. Steele has decided-

- Spellbound?
- Or Robin Hood.

" Everything for the modern survivalist.''

[ Car Doors Shut ]

- [ Gun Cocking ]
- This is kind of a long shot, isn't it?

- Interesting choice of words.
- Until we can generate some information on who you are...

this arrow is all we have to go on.

- You the store manager?
- Affirmative.

Little lady, you're not gonna stop
too many Commies with one of those.

You need our basic Armageddon package
for self-defense.

- We're not interested in purchasing-
- Think of it as an investment.

When the Red Army appears outside your door,
you're gonna thank the good Lord...

you've got the firepower
to protect your own perimeter.

- No, you don't under-
- If price is a problem...

we got installment plans
that'll blow you away.

Now, you just can't improve
on the government-issue Colt: automatic, dependable, lethal.

Ten-hut!
We're private investigators...

and we need to know who purchased
this particular arrow.

- Do you keep records on that?
- What are you? One of those flaming liberals...

who wants to take arrows out of the hands
of decent, law-abiding citizens?

Huh?

[ Man Shouting ]

- What are you doing?
- Sands of IwoJima...

John Wayne, Republic, 1 949.

[ Sputters, Coughs ]
Everybody all right?

We're all right here.

- Yeah, I'm okay.
- I think so.

Come on, you heathens.
We're ready for ya!

Frank?

Frank?

- [ Steele ] Tragic.
- [ Laura ] But effective.

Let's not forget who
came up with the idea.

[ Frank ]
Hey, what's going on? I can't see anything.

- Is that better?
- Much. Are you sure this will work, Mr. Steele?

At the very least we'll know more about you
when we see who shows up.

My experience with the criminal element
leaves no doubt in my mind...

that whoever's trying to kill you
will appear here...

out of some perverse
sense of symmetry-

a certain psychotic compulsion...

to confirm the ultimate
resolution of the crime.

Yeah, but what if you're wrong,
Mr. Steele?

Wrong?

Remington Steele?

It seems to be working.

[ Lens Cap Clicks ]

[ Frank ]
I wonder who she is anyway.

[ Laura ]
We were hoping you could tell us.

A sister, maybe?

I must come from a large family.

Dearly beloved, let us begin.

Will the wife of the deceased
please step forward?

[ Laura ] Terry Lowell Dannon,
according to the funeral home register.

Ring any bells?

Total stranger.

Widow number two, uh,
Barbara Troy Dannon.

No, I-

[ Laura ] Nancy Stinson Dannon.
Is this doing anything for you?

No, I-

[ Steele ]
Stella Martino Dannon.

She's not my type.

Everyone appears to be your type.

I-I mean, you seem to have...

such a democratic taste
with women, Mr. Dannon.

Next slide please, Mildred.

Oh, I wish I remembered her.

Mary Howell Dannon.
That's it.

Five wives at the same time.

Tsk, tsk. Oh, boy.

I have five wives.

[ Moans ]

Oh!

- Come on. Stay with us. Stay- Stay with us.
- Oh.

- There we go. Yes.
- You all right?

I-Well, I-I- I just keep having these flashes,
like- like in a dream.

No, no, more like
a nightmare really. I-

And nothing makes sense until the end
when someone tries to kill me with a hatchet.

- Who's trying to kill you?
- Well, I can't see who.

- But I know it's a woman.
- What a surprise.

- I've got it.
- You do?

Mirage.
Gregory Peck, Walter Matthau. Universal...

eh, 1 965.

- Well, I- I don't remember that one.
- I'm not surprised.

Peck plays a man with amnesia
who's in great danger.

He has this recurring flashback
that unravels the entire mystery.

And Frank's dream is the key?

Precisely, Mildred.

Oh, that's wonderful, Mr. Steele.

Oh, that's- [ Sighs ]
Isn't it amazing...

how our boss uses even old movies
to get to the heart of things?

Stupefying.

Yeah, but I don't remember much about it,
except for the hatchet!

Relax. Peck couldn't figure it out
till he was staring death in the face.

Oh, terrific.
You think we might get there a little earlier?

- Well, at least we have solid suspects.
- Five, to be exact.

- Mildred!
- But who's counting?

My wives?

Maybe one of them tried
to give you a quickie divorce.

Well, how do we find out
which one, Mr. Steele?

Excellent question.

Uh, Miss Holt, why don't you run Frank
through that plan I've been devising, eh?

Yes. Well, uh-Well...

since it was Mr. Steele's
idea to stage a funeral...

- what goes better with a funeral than-
- A wake!

Of sorts- a little get-together where
the widows can drink to the dear departed.

And while you have all the suspects
under one roof, you smoke out the killer.

Exactly.

Oh, that's absolutely brilliant,
Mr. Steele!

Ooh, it's just brilliant!

Well, one does what one can, Mildred.
[ Clears Throat ]

I'll handle the cold cuts.

[ " Here Comes The Bride'' ]

- Wrong side.
- Obviously.

[ Classical, Somber]

- Ahh. That's more like it.
- [ Doorbell Buzzes ]

- How do I look?
- A bit more distraught would help.

A portrait of grief.

[ Mock Sob ]

Laura, I'm Barbara.

- [ Door Shuts ]
- I'm so glad you could come.

Oh, this is my friend and attorney,
Sterling Gillette.

- I'm sorry to hear of your loss, Mrs. Dannon.
So tragic and- - And curious.

I came tonight 'cause I want to know
how five of us ended up in black.

[ Sobs ]

We were supposed to be
married next week.

I was out of town when-

And then I heard
of the funeral- Ohh!

Oh, baby, it's all right.

- I know how you feel.
- [ Doorbell Buzzes ]

- Gentle?
- Mm-hmm.

Frank?

- You're joking, right?
- No. My Frank was so sweet.

Oh, the man was an animal-

pure carnivore.

Didn't he ever-
Hey, pal, this is girl talk.

Why don't you go pour us
a couple of shots, huh?

- Why don't you come in, ladies?
- Did he ever bring in the revolving light?

[ Frank ] I don't think anyone's tampered
with those in the past 1 0 minutes.

Look, buster.

Those are mean streets out there...

where a man's life could be bought
for bus fare...

and a woman's virtue
is as thin as the paint on her face.

Oh, Miss Krebs. You don't really think any of
those nice women would try to kill me, do you?

- All I can say is I- I wish I was packin' a rod.
- A rod?

A gat, a roscoe...

an equalizer, artillery.

The boss doesn't like us carrying.
I'm gonna have to talk to him about that.

Yeah, but look, if so many women married me,
I must be a lovable guy, right?

- Wrong.
- If only I could talk to them...

I'm sure I could straighten things out
because, obviously...

there's been some kind
of misunderstanding.

You're dead, mister.
And as far as I'm concerned...

you're gonna stay dead
so no one can kill you.

All right, Miss Krebs.

I know when I'm licked.

I think I'll, uh,just take a shower
and call it a night.

I'm sending you over, angel.

[ Water Running ]

-[ Thuds ]
-[ Groans ]

But, my dear,
how could you be married to the man...

and not known
he was an aerospace engineer?

Well, because, my dear,
the man I married was a neurosurgeon.

- [ Gasps ] That explains it. Oh, thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Um, my Frank was a history professor.

But one night,
when we were in the middle of-

[ Laughs ]
you know-

he started shouting,
"Clamp it, clamp it.''

- More champagne, ladies?
- Please.

- Oh, hi, blue eyes.
- Hm.

I could use a refill.

Say, you're a lawyer, right, honey?

[ Sighs ]

I just find the law so... stimulating.

Yes, yes- corpus delicti...

ipso facto, rigor mortis.

Endless fascination, Mrs. Dannon.

And he told me that
he had to be away a lot...

in order to acquire
antiques for his shop.

The truck drivin' man I married
wouldn't know an antique from a crankshaft.

Cold cuts, anyone?

No, thanks.

- [ Whispering ] Just- cheese.
- Mm-hmm. More?

I wonder what Frank saw
in a little thing like that.

Terrible thing
about your husband.

Why talk about him?

You know,
that adorable little Laura...

says you're handling
Frank's will.

- Uh- Uh, yes, that's right.
- Oh, that's just wonderful.

Why don't you just
tell me all about it?

You know, like,
how much do I get?

I can keep a secret.

Mr. Gillette.

- Mr. Gillette!
- Ah, Miss Holt.

Uh, I'm just going over
the finer points of-

I can see the points you were going over.
May I speak with you a moment?

Certainly, certainly.
Uh, I'm sure you'll get over your grief in time.

- Ahh.
- Excuse me, please. [ Clears Throat ]

- I spotted a gun in Barbara's purse.
- Hmm.

And our raven-haired yum-yum over there
has been plying me...

with questions
about inheritance.

What are you getting
from the others?

A fascinating portrait
of the energetic Mr. Dannon.

Apparently, he was
all things to all women.

Huh. You're beginning
to sound like a jealous fianc�e.

[ Chuckles ]
Let's just put it this way-

If his case went to trial tomorrow, I'd have
a hard time knowing which side to root for.

I'm certainly glad Frank
isn't around to hear that.

- [ Doorbell Buzzes ]
- I got it, honey!

- Hi, everybody!
- [ Gasps ]

[ Screaming, Crying ]

[ Grunting, Groaning ]

- [ Women Arguing ]
- [ Steele Shouting ] All legitimate questions...

which I'm sure will all be
answered in good time.!

However, Mr. Dannon is incapacitated
for the time being, so I suggest...

- that we all go home, relax,
and I shall contact you in the- - [ Doorbell Buzzes ]

Okay! Ah, Nancy!
Please, please, don't go in there!

Okay, ladies, he's very, very ill, isn't he?
Yes! This way! Here's the door!

- [ Overlapping Chatter ]
- Ahh, Dr. Krebs!

- Oh, I'm so sorry.
- Ah, don't be sorry, Doctor. You've arrived in record time.

- Oh, but I-
- I know you need someplace private to do your work...

so go right ahead, Doctor.

Go ahead, Doctor. Don't let us disturb you.
Good night, ladies.

Good night, Mrs. Dannon! Good night,
Mrs. Dannon! Good night, Mrs. Dannon!

I know. Good night, Mrs. Dannon.
Good night. Good night to you!

- Good night!
- Oh, oh, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I-

- It can wait, Mildred.
- I hope you understand how badly you've complicated things...

by showing up here tonight, Frank.

- I just thought-
- Not only have you destroyed all our painstaking work...

we've done thus far,
but now everybody knows you're alive.

But looking on the brighter side, we've learned
that you're no run-of-the-mill bigamist.

Do you realize you've posed
as an antique dealer...

a truck driver, a neurosurgeon...

a college professor
and an aerospace engineer...

while simultaneously maintaining
five households?

- Disgusting.
- Mildred, we're professionals.

We have been hired to protect Mr. Dannon
to the best of our ability...

and we will do so regardless of our
personal feelings whatever they might be.

You swine.

- You'll be safer at my apartment.
- You really think I'm still in danger?

Frank, please. A few minutes ago,
one of your spouses tried to use your head...

- as a basketball.
- Oh, I think you're making too much of this.

- I can't believe one of my wives
would actually take- - [ Gunshots ]

- You were saying?
- [ Tires Screeching ]

- Are you all right?
- They were over there!

- What was that?
- See anything?

What was it?
Here. Well, now.

Oh. Perhaps one of
our ladies dropped this.

You get Frank to bed,
and I'll see if a certain gun's been fired in...

say, the last five minutes.

- [ Door Opening ]
- [ Steele ] There we go. In we go.

- How about a drink, eh?
- Oh, I'd love one.

You know, it's just like Stella to try and choke me.
She's so impulsive.

- Frank.
- Mr. Steele?

You're remembering.

- [ Laughing ]
- [ Laughing ] Hey.!

- That's right.
- Ah, well, this calls for a toast.

Now, if only I could remember
who came at me with that hatchet.

Ah-ah, don't push it.
Let's just be thankful...

-your memory's returning, however slowly.
- [ Cork Pops ]

- [ Pouring ]
- Here we go. Voil�.

To, uh-

- To happy memories and what makes them.
- Hm.

To Mary. I'll never forget
that week in Cape Cod.

- And to Terry and those long nights with Dickens.
- Mm-hmm.

And to Stella too.
[ Chuckles ]

You know, a man couldn't ask
for a better bowling partner.

And to Barbara's... style.

To those nights with Nancy,
on that bearskin rug in front of the fireplace.

- She'd rub-
- I'll drink to that.

Oh, but how did I ever get into this mess?

I'm afraid you're the only one
who can answer that, Frank.

I remember it was...
fun most of the time.

Always something
to look forward to-

new job, new romance.

Can you recall
how it all started?

In college,
I was always switching majors.

Then I dropped out...

and I joined the navy.

Yeah, that's right.
I enlisted- medical orderly.

We were somewhere
in the China Sea.

Took on some wounded.

And one of the doctors collapsed,
and the patient was dying.

Blood was everywhere.

So I just... picked up
some instruments.

I mean, I'd seen
plenty of operations.

And, uh...

I saved that man's life.

- Did you tell anyone?
- What, in the navy?

Oh, that would have
landed me in the brig.

But-But it was that experience
that made me realize I had a gift.

I could watch somebody
do something and pick it up-

- [ Snaps Fingers ]
- right away.

Suddenly you saw your life was
different from that of most men.

You didn't have to be trapped
in a single identity.

No one could tell you
what to do.

That's right. [ Chuckles ]
You really understand, don't you?

[ Chuckles ]
Tell me, though.

How did the women
figure in all this?

Oh, as I recall,
it just happened.

I fell in love, got married.

- Then I fell in love with someone else.
- And married her too.

[ Chuckles ]
I guess I'm just an old-fashioned guy.

Yes. But did you ever consider
how they might feel about it?

No, I guess not.

[ Sighs ]
Maybe it's too bad that hatchet missed.

Uh, listen, Frank, I think
that's being a bit extreme.

I mean, look at it this way:
At least you're capable of making a commitment.

Now what kind of commitments
did I make, Mr. Steele?

I was playing roles, imagining I was
putting something over on life...

when in fact,
I was only fooling myself.

I guess I was too scared
to make a real commitment.

It's not an uncommon failing, Frank.

Hey, listen, it's been
a long day, a tough day.

I've got the couch,
you take the bedroom, okay?

Good night, Frank.

What are you doing here?

- Somebody took some shots tonight
at Frank after you left. - Oh, no!

- Is he all right?
- He's all right.

Oh, God! I'm sorry.

Um, let's move into the study.

This is quite a shock, but,
uh, I don't understand...

- why you came here-
- I saw the gun in your purse tonight, Barbara.

- Oh, I see. And you suspected that-
- You had the means...

the motive and the opportunity.

You sound just like a policeman.

I am- the private kind.
Frank's my client.

Oh, I see.

Well, I may have had
the means to shoot Frank...

but you are wrong
about the motive.

I owe that man more than
I could ever possibly repay.

When I first met Frank,
I was an ambitious dress designer.

I had no time for anything
but running my own business.

Frank showed me how hollow that life was.
Without someone to share it with...

my success meant nothing.

Frank Dannon saved me from becoming
a very cold, hard woman.

He taught me how
to love again.

I'd still like to see that gun.

- Of course.
- May I?

Certainly.

It's gone.

Oh, Frank, darling.

Hm! Oh, no! Don't, Nance!

No!

- What do you say we run away tonight, huh?
- Oh, uh-

We'll rent a room with one of those beds
like we had that weekend in Pittsburgh.

- Oh, Pittsburgh.
- Start all over again, huh?

- Oh, Nancy, I-I don't-
- Now, hush. Now, I don't care about those other girls.

I know you couldn't care for them
the way you care about me, could you?

- No.
- We'll just pretend like nothing ever happened.

" Come into my parlor,''
said the spider to the fly.

- What?
- What's to stop her from taking you...

to some nice, secluded spot
and slitting your throat, Frank?

- Why would I do that?
- Inheritance, Nancy.

The only subject on your mind
from earlier this evening.

Well, I thought he was dead.

I just wanted to see
what was coming to me.

Same old cash problems,
huh, Nance?

Well, now, hon,
I'm just a little bit overextended...

but you know how picky those
credit card people can be.

But I wouldn't hurt a hair
on my Frank's head.

This is the only man who's ever respected me
for more than just my body.

[ Chuckles ]
Isn't she something?

Oh, yes, Frank.

She's definitely something.
Definitely.

- All right, honey.
- [ Gasps ]

Where is he?

You said he'd be here 1 0 minutes ago.
So where is he?

Stella, why don't you sit down?

I can't sit down.
This is my life we're talking about, honey.

- I thought Frank's life was the issue here.
- Frank-

Frank's got it made.
He's got the pick of the litter.

- Where is he anyway?
- Come on, Stella.

You think I'd let him
walk into a bullet?

You missed once.
I wasn't gonna give you a second chance.

What are you talking about?
Me, shoot Frank?

You're joking, right?

Somehow you'd be more convincing
without the gun.

You wouldn't understand.

I'll never find a man
to replace Frank.

Look at me, honey.

This isn't exactly a body
that men lust after.

But I'll tell you something:
Frank made me feel like a queen.

Roses, candlelight dinners,
the works.

Obviously, things can't go back to the way
they were before, so who is he gonna choose?

You think a hundred and 40 pounds
of cellulite...

can compete with you...
or any of those other broads?

Fat chance.

Stella, come here.
Come here. Sit down.

Trying to force ourselves upon him
is only going to make things worse.

He's got to want
to come to us.

Without that, it doesn't matter
how much we feel for him.

We'll only drive him away.
Love doesn't work on demand.

You've been through this before,
huh, honey?

But can a man who has...

that many surprises up his sleeve
be worth all the effort?

I think so.

I hope you're right.

Maybe I'd better
hang on to that, huh?

This?

Sure.

[ Clears Throat ]

[ Sniffing ]

Ah, Mildred.
Thanks for coming.

I thought it best somebody spend the night
with Frank-what's left of it anyway.

This is the last safe place
we can keep him.

Why don't you, uh, bed down
in Miss Holt's office for the evening?

- I can't do that, sir.
- Well, then, uh, use the couch out here.

Sir, I-
I came to tender my resignation.

Oh, Mildred, I'm stunned.

I failed you, sir, and on my
first major assignment too.

You're referring to Frank's
untimely resurrection.

It was a sucker play,
and I fell for it just like a schoolgirl.

I- I don't deserve the confidence
you've placed in me.

Mildred, we all make mistakes.

No. Not you, sir.

No, I- I can't continue here,
feeling like a fraud.

No, I'm just
a washed-up bureaucrat...

and I should be home knitting instead of
trying to be something that I'm not.

- [ Sighs ] Come on, Mildred. Sit down.
- [ Sobs ] Oh, sir.

Have a seat.

[ Sighs ]

Perhaps you don't realize this,
Mildred...

but you are a tremendous asset
to this agency.

You're intensely loyal,
a dedicated worker...

one who relishes those dreary assignments
that most people detest.

You're just being kind.

Then let's talk about frauds.

Mildred...

you are looking at one of
the biggest frauds you've ever seen.

- I'm not Remington Steele.
- You're not?

Well, not the Remington Steele
you think I am.

Oh, I know I appear to be
the supersleuth with all the answers-

dapper, debonair, worldly.

But it's all an act-

one conceived by Miss Holt
that I work very hard to maintain...

in order to support
this agency's image.

She's the real detective.

If I'm anything more than a figurehead,
I owe it to her.

I've made more mistakes since I've been
with Laura than I care to remember...

but I'm still here, Mildred.

So we'll have no more talk
about resigning.

We'll find our way together, eh?

- Until the morning then.
- [ Sniffles ]

Where's Frank?

Upstairs, asleep at last,
with Mildred at the drawbridge.

Incidentally...

I had a word
with our Miss Krebs.

- Did you tell her?
- Yes.

- Everything?
- Within reason.

- How did she take it?
- It was a bit of a shock, but, uh, she'll get over it.

Must have been difficult for you.

Telling the truth is something
I've always worked hard to avoid.

Past tense?

Increasingly so, I'm afraid.

You know, you're rapidly becoming
the man I envisioned...

when I created Remington Steele-

honest, courageous...

caring, good-humored...

sexy.

I must say, it's satisfying being able to do this
without Mildred interrupting...

phones going...

- bullets flying.
- I agree.

[ Laura ]
I think we can eliminate Barbara as a suspect.

[ Laura ]
I think we can eliminate Barbara as a suspect.

That's one.

And Nancy didn't harm Frank when
she had the opportunity to in my bedroom.

-Shouldn't that clear her?
- Two down.

Stella took Barbara's gun, which means she had
the means to shoot Frank, but it was never fired.

Besides, I don't think an imaginative killer
like the one we're after...

would try to choke Frank to death
in a room full of witnesses.

Three out. Any more?

- Tsk. I think that's it for now.
- That leaves Terry and Mary.

Terry's the least likely suspect
of them all-

shy, sweet, a college professor
whose only excitement in life...

is provided by Victorian novels.

- Which means it's definitely her.
- How did you arrive at that?

It's always the least likely
suspect you've got to watch, Laura.

And at the moment, the only one I could suspect
more would be the butler, if there was one.

Mary had a violent reaction
to Frank's reappearance.

It was more than sudden shock
that made her faint.

It was the horror of seeing the man
she murdered coming back from the grave.

Besides, she has an accent.
Always a dead giveaway.

Hardly conclusive evidence, Laura.
Some of the nicest people I know have accents.

Oh, please, people.!
This isn't getting us anywhere.!

Well, maybe this will.

I gave that charm to Terry.

- Aha!
- But I also gave one to Mary.

- Aha.
- Why did you do that?

Well, I gave one
to each of my wives.

Aha.

It was kind of a trademark.

Well, then, our job is simple:

find out which of our prime suspects
is missing that trinket.

Should work like a charm.

- Frank.!
- Mary.

What are you doing-
What are you doing here?

- Seemed only fair to share him with everyone.
- Eh, you remember me, um-

- Sterling Gillette.
- Ah, yes.

- Of course.
- Oh, what a lovely bracelet.

- And what a lovely charm, eh, Miss Holt?
- [ Laura ] Lovely.

Thank you.
I always wear it.

Frank gave it to me.
Didn't you, dear?

Mmm.

- All right, let's go. W-We got a job to do.
- But you just got here.

Frank, why don't you
stay a while with Mary?

I'm sure Mr. Gillette and I can
handle everything to your satisfaction.

It'll be better for all concerned, Frank.
Trust me.

Honey.

I must say, Laura, I think you're
taking Mary's innocence quite well.

- No, I'm not.
- Now remember:

This is a vicious killer who's tried bullets,
arrows, hatchets.

Don't let appearances deceive you.
She's capable of anything.

[ Crying ]

Aww!

I haven't- haven't been able
to stop crying since last night.

- It's been hard on all of us.
- I can't believe it. You see, Frank is such a good man.

- The best.
- He's- He's kind.

- The kindest.
- Funny.

- Hysterical.
- What a creep!

- Pardon me?
- How could he do this to me?

You had no idea that Frank was two-tim-
I mean, uh, five-timing you?

Here, take the whole thing.

- Oh, oh, oh, my. Look at this!
- Oh!

- Ohh!
- Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I was just admiring your bracelet.

- It's quite an unusual charm,
wouldn't you say, Mr. Gillette? - Remarkable, yes.

Frank gave this to me on our-
on our wedding day. You see?

- There's our wedding date.
- Ahh.

- Oh.
- [ Whimpering ]

[ Sobbing ]

- " 2/1 1 /83.''
- Uh-huh.

Oh, my God!

Oh, Mary. I'd forgotten how much
I enjoy just being with you.

Oh, Frank.

- I'm so glad you've explained everything to me.
- Well, I-

It makes what happened
easier to understand.

For a while there, I thought I'd lost you,
but now you're found.

You'll never leave my side again.

That's the way I feel. Mmm!

- [ Sighs ] Look at me.
- Hmm?

- I'm a mess.
- What?

I wanted to look so special for you.

Oh, you never looked
better to me.

Let me go clean up.
I won't be long.

Uhh.

[ Clock Chiming ]

[ Thunderclaps ]

You've been a tough man to kill-

not like the others.

- A real challenge.
- I-I- I don't-

[ Whispering ]
But now it's bye-bye.

Stop right there, Mrs. Dannon!

Where is she?

Oh. Sorry.

[ Sighs ]

I still can't believe it.

Yes, well, seven bodies buried in
a rose garden and all for their money.

- Huh! No passion involved whatsoever.
- Well, I loved her.

If you hadn't, you wouldn't have developed
amnesia. It was the shock of seeing...

someone you totally believed in
trying to kill you that snapped your memory.

- Poetic justice.
- What was that?

I said, it was so nice
to see justice done.

But, uh, how did you know it was Mary?
I mean, after all, she had the charm.

Yes, but we had the one
with the date on it.

A lady who coolly conceived seven murders
was clever enough to realize...

that a missing charm might give her trouble,
so the next morning she went out and bought another.

Well, I'll tell you one thing:
I've learned my lesson.

From now on, it's strictly
the straight and narrow.

One job, one woman
and one Frank Dannon.

I hope so.

- Well, thanks for everything,
Mr. Steele and Miss Holt. - Ah, yes.

And thank you, Mildred.

We want to talk to you, Frank.

What about?

Your future.

Oh, uh-

[ Chuckles ]

Mildred, I understand
you and Mr. Steele...

had a very important
discussion last night.

Oh-ho, that we did.
And it certainly was an eye-opener for me.

Never in my wildest dreams
did I think Mr. Steele...

would go to such lengths
to try to keep me here.

I mean, do you know that he actually tried
to convince me that you invented him?

- [ Laughing ]
- Ha-ha!

Oh-ho, anybody who can come up with
a story like that has my undying devotion.

- Yeah. [ Chuckles ]
- I'll fix you a cup of tea, boss.

Okay, Mildred, thanks.

[ Clears Throat ]

[ Mews ]

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