All language subtitles for Remington Steele s02e05 Steele Framed.eng

[ Tires Skid ]

- There's been an accident.
- Did you hit him?

You'll get yours, Steele.
Get away from me, please, you murderer.

I'm being framed like a two-dollar watercolor.
That's what's happening.

By who?
Someone from your mysterious past?

I got him.

Well, you'd better go back
and look again...

because as good as we are,
and we are good...

until we find out
who's after you...

I don't think we stand
a snowball's chance in hell of beating this!

[ Crickets Chirping ]

Los Angeles. I'd like the listing
for Remington Steele Investigations.

- [ Steele ] Whoa.!
- Does it every time.

- Here we go.
- Mm-hmm. Hmm.

- An excellent year.
- An interesting year.

I was referring to the champagne.

And not to the anniversary
of your appearance in our lives?

Oh, has it been a year already?

- It doesn't seem like it, does it?
- Mm, hardly.

But tell me- is that the reason for the surprise
you mentioned this evening?

Well, I think
you'll find it stimulating.

Maybe even
a whole new experience.

I've always had a soft spot
for stimulation.

My horizons are yours to expand.

I'll just get Mildred. She's barely
been able to contain her excitement.

Hmm, Mildred, eh?

Oh, Mr. Steele,
if I had this rig at the I.R.S....

the revenues
I would have wrenched loose.

I mean, the RAM and the ROM capacity it has.
And the power.

Mark my words, after tonight's computer class,
the world is at our microchips.

- Computer class?
- Different, stimulating, a new experience.

And if I get just
a little instructions...

I'm sure that I can clear up
your checking account problems.

What's wrong
with my checking account?

Oh, it's probably just a glitch
in the statement readout. Shall we?

You're not coming.

It's not that I don't find
a computer class positively electrifying...

but, um, I promised to visit a friend,
um, been taken ill.

Well, Fred's taking Mildred
and me in the limo...

but you're welcome
to use my car if you'd like.

I hope your friend recovers soon.

I suspect he's feeling better already.
Bye, ladies.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

Hmm.

Oh, well, I suppose
you're not a total loss.

[ Rings ]

Steele here.

Mr. Steele,
thank God I found you.

My name is Henry Spellman.

You don't know me, and I don't have time
to explain, but I must see you.

Please, there's no time.

I'm in danger.

I'll be at the Covington Inn on Highway 5,
two miles past the River Road turnoff.

- Help me.
- Mr. Spellman-

- [ Thud ]
- [ Tires Skid ]

Oh, my God.

Hey, mister, mister, mister.

- Sir. Sir.
- [ Calliope ]

Mister, please, please.

- [ Continues ]
- Please.

- Two, three, four, five.
- What happened?

There's been an accident. The man's hurt.
Find a phone. Get an ambulance, will you?

- Did you hit him?
- Did you hear what I said?

Damn it. There's been an accident.
Find a phone, please!

Four, five, six.

Come on. Stay with me.

Stay with me.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

I got a message in the class.
Are you all right?

Oh, yeah, terrific.

I never saw him, Laura.
He was just there from nowhere.

But up here?
When I left you at the office-

- A man called, said his name was Spellman.
- Enough.

Henry, Henry Spellman.
Excuse me, please. Excuse me!

He said his name was Spellman.
Henry Spellman.

He said he wanted to see me right away.
He gave me an address up here someplace.

- You know this Spellman?
- No.

He just sounded so desperate. Of course
my being the intrepid detective and all that.

I'm sorry to bother you again, Mr. Steele,
but we can't locate that ice cream vendor guy.

- Ice cream vendor?
- Yes, he was the first one to stop.

I, uh-
I sent him to call.

He had one of those vans
with the jingles going.

That's all right.
A lot of folks leave the scene of an accident.

Don't wanna get involved.
I'll just put it in the report, huh?

Excuse me, Officer.

The man I, uh-The man I hit,
do you know his name?

Henry Spellman.

Oh, dear God.

You should have seen the way Mildred
went after that computer keyboard tonight.

I really think she has a rapport
with those machines.

A man calls, says he needs help.

Then the next thing I know, the same man's
bouncing off the hood of my car.

Hmm? Is there any sense
in that at all?

We'll see what we can find out
about it in the morning.

It could be he was running
from something when-

When I killed him.

I've never killed a man before.

I don't think I much care
for the feeling.

I'll stay with you tonight
if you like.

I mean, I was the dusk-to-dawn
pinochle champion...

- three years' running at summer camp.
- Hmm.

Buck a hand.
What do you say?

I say it's a good idea
that you invented me...

because if it were the other way around,
I don't think I could dream up...

anyone quite like you.

But it's all right. I'm better off by myself.
Go on home.

I'll, um, keep the phone
by my bed...

- if you need to talk.
- Sure.

And, uh, try to remember
it was an accident.

Yeah.

Oh.

[ Inhales ]

[ Exhales ]

It was an accident.

[ Phone Rings ]

[ Rings ]

- Yes?
- Mr. Steele?

- Yes.
- This is Julia Spellman, Henry's wife.

- His wife?
- The police just left.

They explained to me
about the accident.

I wanted you to know that
I don't hold you to blame.

Oh, Mrs. Spellman,
I- I, uh- I don't know what to say.

But, um, when your husband called me,
he said he was in trouble.

- Do you think he was in trouble?
- I think so, but right now I can't.

Of course. Of course.
Of course. I understand.

They want me to come to the morgue
tomorrow to claim the- Oh-

to get Henry.

Maybe if you could meet me there,
we could talk then. 1 0:00?

I'll be there. I'll be there.
Um, Mrs. Spellman...

-you know, I-I'm so sorry.
- [ Hangs Up ]

- Are you sure you're ready for this?
- She asked me to come.

I couldn't refuse
even if I wanted to.

Excuse me.
Are you here for this Spellman too?

Sort of.

Maybe you know.
Exactly where did the accident take place?

Uh, on Highway 5,
just north of River Road, I think.

Hmm. It shouldn't be
that cold up there.

[ Whispers, Indistinct ]

[ Sobbing ]

- [ Crying ]
- Mrs. Spellman?

Uh, I'm Remington Steele.

How dare you come here.
How dare you.

Mrs. Spellman-

You killed him.
But Henry told me all about you.

I know what you've done.
I know!

I do understand how you feel.
Please believe me.

You'll get yours, Steele.

Just like Henry.
Just like MacIntyre.

Who's MacIntyre?

- Mrs. Spellman, please listen.
- No.

- No, get away from me, please, you murderer.
-Just a few seconds.

- I want to talk to you, please.
- You butcher! No! Leave me alone!

Please, please, let's go.
Let's go.

- Get away.
- Where did all that come from?

[ Laughs ]

Boy, these are really something.

I tell you. The best picture I ever got
was one of me and Tommy Lasorda saying...

" Go for the fences,Jimmy.''

Oh, listen, I hope you don't mind
my being in here.

It's just that I have been such a big fan
of yours, Mr. Steele.

Oh, no problem,
Mr., uh-

Oh,Jarvis. DetectiveJarvis.
I got my I.D. right here.

What can we do
for you, Detective?

You must be Miss Holt.

I can't tell you what a hoot this is
meeting the both of you.

The fact of the matter is that
traffic accidents aren't even in my department.

But when that report came in,
and I saw the name Steele on there-

Yes, you just couldn't
help yourself.

I guess I couldn't.

Boy, I hope I didn't leave my badge
in the soap dish again.

Do you have some questions,
Detective?

Well, it's just
a few little things.

Um, according to the report,
Mr. Steele...

you said that Henry Spellman called you
and asked to meet you at the Covington Inn?

Did you take that call, Miss Holt?

No. No, Mildred and I
had already left for the evening.

Right. So then you spoke with him,
and then you left for the Covington Inn?

Mm-hmm.
That's correct.

Well, I guess it just must have, uh,
slipped your mind then when he called.

- What's that?
- The Covington Inn?

It burned down six weeks ago.

- Big front-page headlines, remember?
- He's right.

Listen, I've imposed
on your time long enough.

Just a second there,
DetectiveJarvis.

Mr. Steele, I wanna thank you.
I'll take care of everything from here.

It's all paperwork anyway.
And really, thank you.

I am never, ever going to forget
meeting you like this.

I'm sure that goes
for both of us.

Tell me, Detective.
If accident reports aren't your normal area...

what department do you work for?

I'm sorry. Homicide.

Bye-bye now.

[ Mouthing Word ]

According to Mildred, Spellman had
some kind of business down here.

- " Nowicki Mail Order''?
- No.

" Bishop's All Girl Orchestra''?

" Spellman.
Custom hatters for heads of distinction.''

Shall we?

- Hello?
- Hello?

Shall we, uh,
have a little look around?

This is ludicrous.

Absolutely ludicrous.

[ Door Opens ]

Oh.

- Take all the time you like.
- [ Clears Throat ]

I was just down the hall
putting on some tea.

Perhaps the lady
would like one of these.

Uh, no thank you.
Really, I-I-

Please, I insist.

Now, what sort of hat was it
that you were looking for, Mr.-

Uh, Pearson.
Benjamin Pearson.

And my associate,
Miss Holtstein.

And, uh, Mutual Fidelity
Insurance Company...

and it's Mr. Spellman's life insurance
that brought us actually.

Yes, uh, we need
some additional information...

in order to approve
final payment.

Life insurance?
Final payment?

I don't understand.
Mr. Spellman isn't-

You're not suggesting-

I'm afraid Mr. Spellman died last night
as the result of an accident.

Are you certain
it was an accident?

- Absolutely. Why?
- Tell me, this accident...

a man named Steele
wasn't involved, was he?

Yes, he was.

Oh, no.
Oh, my God, no.

Sit down. Sit down.
Here you go. Sit. There you go.

I warned him not to push Steele.

There are other ways
to get money like that.

I warned him
that this could happen.

- What? What would happen?
- [ Teakettle Whistling ]

What money? What did he tell you
was going on with Mr. Steele?

No. No, I've said
too much already.

No, it's important
that we have all the facts.

Oh, I don't know anything.
Please leave me alone.

My tea.
I have to get my tea.

Just a second.
Mister, please.

Oh, boy.

[ Teakettle Stops Whistling ]

According to this,
I've had four meetings...

with the ubiquitous Mr. Spellman
in the last two weeks.

But that's not possible, is it?

DetectiveJarvis, please.

Yes, Detective. I found that
appointment book of Mr. Spellman's...

that you were asking about.

In fact, I have it
right here in front of me.

A Mr. Steele you say.

Well, I don't know.

Let's have a look, shall we?

[ Printer Clattering ]

[ Chuckles ]

I finally cracked the boss's
checking account snafu.

That's great, Mildred.

MacIntyre? That's the name
Mrs. Spellman mentioned.

What about those
checking accounts, Mildred?

Oh, well, I don't really think
I should say, Miss Holt.

Mildred, he's the boss,
but I'm in charge, remember?

Oh, right.

- Okay, see for yourself.
- [ Beeping ]

With all those checks
to the Spellman Hat Company...

you'd think we'd see our chief
in a hat every once in a while, wouldn't you?

Thanks, Mildred. And please keep checking
those numbers on Spellman's phone bill for us.

- Maybe one of them will open a door.
- Oh, Miss Holt, I-

Listen, I know I'm kind of
the new kid on the block here...

but with all this, well,
do you wanna tell me what's going on?

No, Mildred, not yet.

But right now I need to ask
about our match last Thursday.

I remember the afternoon
because just after you left...

somebody called to apologize
for not showing up.

I think his name was Spellman.

Something like that. And he said something
about a MacIntyre account.

I'm not even sure though.

Steele?
Steele, are you still there?

Yes. Yes, Carlos.
Thank you. Bye.

[ Dial Tone ]

Ow!

Hey, these things can really be dangerous
without those little rubber tips, huh?

Here. Uh, I guess
I got the point.

Can, uh, you and I talk
for a minute there, uh-

I don't like this, Laura. It's bad enough
that I accidentally kill a stranger...

but now I'm scratching
for alibis that won't hold.

- I'm actually starting to think I'm in real trouble.
- Yes, I think we are.

- Sit down.
- And then there's this DetectiveJarvis-

- Please sit down.
- who keeps on popping up.

- I need to show you something.
- All right. All right, I'm down.

I found this file in Spellman's office
with your name on it.

It contains the following.

Copies of phone bills showing calls from
Spellman's place to here and your apartment.

I double-checked them against your bills.
You returned all those calls.

I never received or made
one of these calls, Laura.

The phone company does not agree.
There's also these.

Clippings about someone
named MacIntyre.

The police believe he and an accomplice
knocked over a jewelry exchange...

getting away with something in excess
of $1 00,000 worth of gems.

Sold hot to a fence,
they'd be worth about half that.

As the police started to move in,
MacIntyre was killed.

Neither his accomplice,
nor the jewels were ever found.

Just what are you telling me?

Only what DetectiveJarvis will a few days
from now if we've got even that much time.

- Laura-
- Please, listen!

In addition, Mildred tells me
our new computer reveals...

a second checking account in your name,
containing about $50,000.

The bulk has been siphoned into Spellman's
Hat Company over the last few months.

If I were the police, I would say that
you were MacIntyre's missing accomplice...

and that most likely
you murdered him.

Spellman somehow found out and began
blackmailing you for the jewel money.

Maybe his demands
got too rich...

so you set up a secret meeting
and then killed him too...

trying to make it
look like an accident.

- But you're not the police, are you, Laura?
- No, I'm not.

But when I met you, you were
after the jewels I was hired to protect.

So?

So, MacIntyre was killed exactly 1 0 days
before you stepped into my life...

and became Remington Steele.

I don't give a damn for what they say.
Do you believe I'm clean?

Or is Jarvis in this room
as we speak right now, eh?

There's an awful lot to swallow here,
but, yes, I believe you're clean.

But it doesn't change
what's happening.

I'm being framed like a two-dollar watercolor.
That's what's happening.

By who? Someone
from your mysterious past?

Don't you see it's Acapulco
all over again?

Every time I turn around,
there's another cop still looking for you...

another old score
waiting to be settled.

All right, so I put a few noses
out of joint in my time...

stepped on a few toes,
made a few enemies...

but I can't think of anyone
who I've crossed so badly...

that they'd go through
all of this to put my head on a platter.

Well, you'd better
go back and look again...

because as good as we are,
and we are good...

until we find out
who's after you...

I don't think we stand
a snowball's chance in hell of beating this!

Good news. I found a safe deposit box
in Spellman's name at Palmer Bank.

I mean, that's what you call
a hot lead, isn't it?

Isn't it?

It's illegal and unprofessional...

and I refuse to be a party to it.

Oh, please, don't make me do this.
I don't work for the I.R.S. anymore.

Oh, and impersonating an agent.
Oh, we could go to jail for this.

- We may anyway, Mildred.
- Oh!

Yes.

Mildred Krebs, I.R.S.

I gotta pick up that Spellman box
and have it in court in exactly one hour.

So stow the chatter, shred the red tape
and cough up the keys, dearie.

Do you have a court order?

You've been expecting this
for over a month now.

Don't play the bureaucrat with me, honey.
I invented the word.

But I never received notice.

I sent you notification
on my own letterhead.

Are you calling me a liar?

I'll go get the keys.

Snap it up, dearie.

- Oh.
- Steady, Mildred. Steady, steady.

Okay, Mr. Steele.

Now I know how Bonnie Parker
must have felt.

Oh. I think it's safe
to assume, what, 1 5 years?

Oh, maybe if we cop a plea,
we'll get minimum security.

Oh, Mother, I'm sorry.

- Fifty thousand in cash?
- Close enough.

Mm. A collector's item
I should think.

Does it fit anywhere?

I don't know.
I just don't know.

Oh, God, no.

[ Laura ] The evening edition
of the paper on the night he was murdered.

- It's a fake, Laura.
- We're getting out of here.

- Right now.
- Shall we take the money?

[ Closes Lid ]

- Oh.
- [ Steele ] Oops, bandits at 1 2:00.

Uh, you two climb into the clouds.

Only come out shooting
if he gets his sights on my tail, okay?

- What?
- Excuse me, sir, please.

Uh,just a second.

Can I borrow one of these
for a second, please, sir?

Uh, one second, madam.

Just a second.

Uh, excuse me, sir, please.
Just one moment. There you go. Sorry.

- " Good afternoon. This is a stickup.''
- Mm-hmm.

" Put all the money
from your drawer into a bag.

Thank you.
P.S. Please ring the silent alarm.''

Excuse me. Didn't you mean to write,
"P.S. Please don't ring the silent alarm''?

On the contrary. You see that man
in the corduroy jacket standing behind me?

Well, he's armed, dangerous and forcing me
to commit this heinous crime against my will.

- He's got a gun.
- Mm.

[ Beeping ]

No, not him.
He's got the gun!

- Whoa!
- Everybody, hit the dirt!

- Oh, I'm too old for this.
- Don't shoot.

Take it easy, fellas.
I'm a cop.

All right, show us some I.D.

Damn, listen.
I left my badge in my other pants.

But that's the guy you wanna stop.

I've got a warrant for his arrest right here.
[ Clears Throat ]

Ooh, sorry.
Stop that.

- Winslow, get his gun.
- Come on, Winslow, quick. Get my gun.

Look at the warrant.
Read it.

It's okay.

Hey, wait a second.
Come on, Mildred, get up.

Miss Krebs.

All right, I own you now, Miss Holt-
aiding and abetting...

withholding evidence,
obstruction of an officer.

If you don't cooperate with me,
believe me, I'll play the full house.

I'll cooperate, Detective.

Oh, Miss Holt.

Excuse me. Excuse.

Tell me, Detective. How fast does
a body cool down from the moment of death?

Oh, gee, Miss Holt,
I'm no expert.

I thought we were already
past the Huck Finn routine.

About five degrees an hour,
weather permitting.

And if Spellman
was hit at 8:30...

and the coroner received his body
four hours after that...

even figuring the temperature that night,
it shouldn't have been below 7 0 degrees.

- So?
- So how come on your autopsy report...

his body temperature is listed
a full 20 degrees below that?

Like I said, Miss Holt,
I'm no expert.

A man was murdered.
That's enough for me.

[ Phone Rings ]

[ Ring ]

Hello?

Hello, Mother.
No, no, no, no, you're not interrupting.

In fact, there's a very special young man here
now I'd like you to meet over the telephone.

[ Laughs ]
Don't be silly.

I'm sureJimmy would love
to hear your recipe for shrimp mousse.

- Wouldn't you,Jimmy?
- Well, actually, I-

Hello, Mrs. Holt.
How are you?

Your car's been repaired.
Quisling.

- I beg your pardon?
- You heard me, Quisling.

- He sold out to the Nazis.
- Mildred, I don't think-

I mean, how could you, Miss Holt?
I mean, the man is your leader.

He trained you.
He gave you this job.

- And this is how you show your thanks?
- No, ma'am.

I have no philosophical objections to marriage.
As a matter of fact, I-

If you're talking business computers,
I hear you.

- Uh, no, no.
- If you're talking home computers, I hear you.

I mean, they're great.
They'll balance your checkbook, do your taxes.

A step into the future for your kids.
Believe me, Mr. Steele, I hear you.

To level with you, Sherman,
I'm talking about a machine...

that, uh, can phone
another machine.

Aha. That's a continuous
asynchronous phone link.

I've got six models,
and two of them are on sale.

I see. Is a free
demonstration in order?

- Does night follow day?
- I hear you.

No, ma'am, there has never
been any serious illness in my family.

Oh, I just came in
to tell you that-

Well, what is it, Mildred?

- I quit.
- What?

Well, if you can't supply me
with a 1 020-J computer, which I asked for...

and instead you, uh, you give me
that clunker full of microchips...

that even Einstein couldn't manage,
well, then I'm finished!

Mildred, wait!

Mildred, I understand
this is not an easy situation for any of us...

- but I really think you're overreacting.
-Just look at that.

I mean, that's nothing
but electronic chow mein.

[ Typing ]

Great gal, your mom.
And the recipes.

Yeah, well, uh, she's always had
a flair for, um-

Gee, this is a very funny time to be
worrying about your computer.

Now that couldn't possibly have been a message
from Mr. Steele, now could it?

Yes, it was, Detective.

- And?
- He wants me to meet him.

- Alone.
- Quisling.

- Mildred, stop.
- Oh!

- Here.
- Oh!

I want you to keep
that meeting, Miss Holt.

Just give me time
to change, Detective.

We used to hang out around here
when I was a teenager.

Jimmy Dean made it safe
for all us rebels.

Well, I guess you come back
to every place sooner or later.

I don't like what
I'm about to do,Jarvis.

- A favor?
- Maybe.

Give me enough of a lead
to get to him.

If he sees you behind me,
then he's likely to run.

I don't want anybody
to die here this afternoon.

I don't either, Miss Holt.

I'll do my best,
but I make no promises.

All right, this is Command.
Is everybody in position?

That's a roger.

- All ready here.
-Just say when.

All right, I've lost her.
She should be in your area now though, Davis.

Negative.
She hasn't appeared yet.

- Robbie? Connor?
- Yeah, no sign.

Come on, you guys.
She didn't just disappear.

Wait a second.
I got her making for the stairs.

She's running.
Move in now!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

DetectiveJarvis.
Oh, imagine finding you here.

You may not have been much of a kisser,
Marty Klopman...

but you sure knew
where to do it.

[ Steele ]
Laura, Laura.

- Laura, over here. This way.
- What?

This way. Psst.
Come on. This way.

Oh!

- You're alone, I trust.
- For the moment.

Well, that's good anyway.
[ Grunts ]

- I managed to send Jarvis
to the store for a wild goose. - Really? How?

Let's just say you owe Marty Klopman
a box of kisses for Christmas.

This way. Come on.

- I'm glad you came.
- Did you think I wouldn't?

- I couldn't rule it out, could I?
- What's this?

This is how I made
all those calls to Spellman's office.

My number?
Rubbed clean.

You clip this to the terminals, dial,
and it comes out on the bill.

[ Laura Whistles ]

Then it's the phone company's word
against mine.

This guy's even better than I thought.
Maybe even brilliant.

- If you're asking me who it is, I just don't know.
- Well, think about it.

What do you think I've been doing?
I've gone back over everything.

Every barroom brawl,
every jealous lover.

There's no one I know
with enough savvy to grind an ax this sharp.

- I just don't know.
- Look.

Nobody sets up a scheme
this clever without leaving a calling card.

Just think of anything strange
we've come across that might ring a bell.

An ice cream truck
in the middle of nowhere.

An old man
with a handful of lilies.

This coin in a box.

- You didn't hear me, did you?
- I heard you.

But I've put everything
I've worked for on the line to come back here.

The least you can do
is try once more.

Maybe it's time
I cut you free of this, eh?

And met this bugger
on my own.

You mean leave?

Well, at least that way he couldn't pull
you down with me, could he?

It's out of the question,
so let's just drop it.

Laura, we have no more idea
of who we're up against...

than the general
on that coin.

I don't want to be remembered as the man
who tore your life into little pieces.

Look. I just said drop it!

Besides, the man on the coin
is not a general, he's a major.

A major.

An ice cream truck.

[ Scoffs ]
A lily.

A major on a coin.

Major Descoine.

I know who it i-

Wait! Come back!
I know who it is!

Come back! Wait!

He's not after your Remington Steele.
He's after mine!

I got him.

Thanks for stopping, mate.

Anytime.

Come back! Stop!
[ Indistinct Yelling ]

# [ Radio ]

There's a truck stop up ahead.
You can just drop me there.

Are you sure, Mr. Steele?

[ Chuckles ] Uh, you must have me
confused with someone else.

No, sir. I been thinking
where I seen you before.

You're Remington Steele,
all right, and that's a fact.

Done a lot of reading up on you.

Course, I had
a lot of time for readin'.

Remington Steele-
king of the private detectives.

Well, that's an exaggeration,
I'm afraid.

But, uh, well,
you know how the media can be.

Indeed I do, Mr. Steele.
Indeed I do.

Why, I remember all the fuss
they made when you solved...

the Lily Martin case.

- Some tough case, huh?
- Mm, mm, oh, yes.

One of my most difficult.

Too bad about poor Lily Martin.

She got so upset when you caught her stealing
from Palmer Bank...

that she upped and killed herself.

Tragic.
Quite tragic.

[ Ringing ]

- [ Ring ]
- Krebs here.

Oh, thank God, Mildred. I don't know
how much longer I can shakeJarvis.

- Talk to me.
- This Descoine, first name Percy?

Former major
in the air force, right?

- Yes, that's him.
- He was released from Soledad Prison...

six months ago on parole.

Serving three years of an eight-year term
for a bank embezzling scheme.

- And Spellman?
- There's no birth certificate, and there's no tax return.

Like you said, probably an alias,
but no real person.

Oh, and I just got back
from the chief coroner's office.

It took some arm squeezing,
but he finally admitted...

there was a body stolen
from a local morgue early last week.

Don't ask me where they put it.

In an ice cream truck. Mildred,
we're going to give you a raise for this.

Forget about the raise, honey.
Can you tell me what's going on now?

Soon, Mildred, soon.

[ Dial Tone ]

An ice cream truck?

You come back to every place
sooner or later.

Thank you, DetectiveJarvis.

- # [ Radio ]
- Well, there's so many cases...

it's hard for one to recall
all the details, you know?

Yeah, I reckon so.

But this time
you're going to remember, Mr. Steele.

Was it something I said?

I'm disappointed.
I assumed a man of your reputation...

would recall
sending me to prison.

Boom!

[ Laughs ]
Foolish move, Mr. Steele.

And I planted the clues
of my revenge so carefully.

But either way,
we've reached the end game of our match.

With a shotgun? A little crude
for all the trouble you've gone to, eh?

Oh, I'm not going to kill you
with this unless I'm forced to.

In fact, I'm going to offer you
a chance to find the evidence...

that'll clear you
of Spellman's murder.

-Just to make things interesting.
- How sporting of you.

I just wanted you to twist and turn inside
like my poor Lily did.

Who's to say? You may find yourself
making the same choice she did.

Now, you have 30 minutes
to reach our final destination, Mr. Steele.

A man in perfect physical condition,
running at top speed...

should be able to
reach it in 22.

That leaves you eight minutes
for the game itself.

- Where am I going?
- No more questions, Mr. Steele.

Time for you to run.
Get out.

I really can't be trusted,
you know?

- [ Trigger Clicks ]
- [ Laughs ]

Just a little something to get
the adrenaline pumping, Mr. Steele.

[ Laughing ]

[ Horn Honking ]

Come here. Oh!

[ Moaning ]

Oh, thank God you're all right.

When I found that shotgun
on the road-

Couldn't you treat me like this at times
when I'm less near death?

He wasn't someone from your past.
He was from mine.

When Remington Steele
was just a name on an office.

I solved the case, but naturally Descoine
thought you were behind it all.

Oh, I'm sure-
I'm sure-

I'm sure some time from now
this is all gonna make sense.

But right now, I've got less than 1 0 minutes
to get somewhere up this road.

- The acid baths.
- What?

Lily Martin was a teller
at Palmer Bank...

and Descoine's accomplice
in the embezzlement scheme.

When she found out we were onto her,
she killed herself up here at the acid bath.

- Oh, fascinating story.
- Get in.

No fair, Mr. Steele.

- You were supposed to run.
- So, sue me.

I suppose the extra few minutes
really won't change things.

We know how you staged
the accident...

stealing the corpse
and then keeping the body cool...

before you pushed it
in front of the car.

- We know that.
- We do?

Yes, but can you prove it?

I'm afraid to convince DetectiveJarvis,
you're going to need the truck itself...

and the evidence I've left inside.

The key inside here is to a garage
where the truck is hidden.

My gift to you, Mr. Steele.

I suggest you retrieve it
from the acid before the ice melts.

[ Laughs ]
Or your chances will dissolve just as quickly.

Best of luck.

[ Grunts ]

Come here!

[ Laughing ]

Come on!

Come here.

I can't get it.

Help.!

Wait, wait, wait.

- It's right there.
- Oh, God.

- Oh, boy. All right.
- Well, it's almost gone.

- Okay, let me try this.
- No, that's gonna dissolve as well.

- Well, have you got a better idea?
- I don't know!

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Give me this wire.

- All right. Come on.
- What are you thinking?

We need power, electric power.
Got any ideas?

- Uh-
- Think fast.

- Uh, car battery. Car battery. Okay.
- Right. Go. Quick.

Car battery. Come on.

- Hurry.
- I'm coming.

There's not much left.

Oh, I hope high school science
has a place in real life.

- Come on. There's not much time!
- Yes, I'm coming. I'm coming.

The ice is almost gone.

- Hurry.!
- I'm coming.

- All right?
- Okay. Go.

Go.

You gotta help me.
I can't get close enough.

- Come on.
- Grab on to me and pray.

- Ready? Okay.
- Okay. Go.

Okay?

- Oh, it's coming. It's coming.
- Come on.

Little further.
Just a little further!

- Come on!
-Just a little further. It's moving.

[ Steele ]
All right.

Come on up.

Oh, boy.

- [ Laura ] Detective.
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Hey.

Mr. Steele, I thought you might
like to have this as a souvenir of sorts.

Well, it's not exactly an autographed picture
ofTommy Lasorda...

but, uh,
under the circumstances-

And Major Descoine?

Well, a small plane like that, Miss Holt,
can land almost anyplace.

Now, we're still looking, but I'm afraid
the best I can offer you, Mr. Steele...

is my sincere apologies.

Oh, accepted
and appreciated.

Now are you gonna tell me
what's going on?

Detective?

- Miss Krebs-
- Mildred.

Miss Krebs, uh, there was a man
named Henry Spellman.

Come to think of it, uh,
this is really more you.

Oh, a key to your innocence
locked in my heart?

Think of it
as an anniversary present, eh?

- Only if it comes with a promise.
- What's that?

You will never again
leave me for my own good.

- It's a promise.
- [ Computer Beeps ]

I've never liked that machine.

[ Mews ]

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