All language subtitles for Remington Steele s02e20 Woman Steele.eng

You look so much
like a woman I used to know.

We've never met.

- Who are you?
- Don't you know?

Oh, Laura, if this were some normal case
we were working on...

I'd blithely come up with a string of movies
to explain it all.

But this is my life, Laura.
My own bloody life come back to haunt me.

I may have given you your name,
even decided your line of work...

but your past,
I always knew you had that over me.

If you have some idea that your old friend
is going to simplify your life...

by easing me out of it,
then you're playing a very dangerous game.

Ah, Laura,just think
of the beauty...

the inspiration that surrounds us here-
Picasso, Matisse.

It's not Matisse I'm thinking about.
It's Caroline Welles.

I'm not so sure
how resounding her trust is...

in the security system
we've installed for the exhibit.

Ah, then this unbounding step is apprehension,
and not one of joie de vivre.

Oh, then, Laura, don't worry about it.
I'll take care of everything.

Actually, Laura, I've always admired
the Walter Patton Collection.

I'm sure you have. That's exactly the sort
of admiration we're meant to protect it from.

Oh, Laura, you've cut me to the quick.
I've totally reformed.

- My past is exactly that, past.
- Oh.

- Mr. Steele.
- Ah, Mrs. Welles.

[ Alarm Blares ]

Brilliant, Mr. Steele.

I've spent the greater part of the morning
trying to find a polite way...

to get these gentlemen
to demonstrate your security system...

and you merely step in
and do it.

- Oh.
- Mr. Steele has a way with dispensing with formalities.

All in the way
of testing, Mrs. Welles.

Well, I promised Herbert I'd stop...

but it'll have to wait
until the exhibit opens.

What he doesn't see won't hurt me,
I suppose.

We can understand
your apprehensions, Mrs. Welles...

but the Remington Steele Agency has
an extensive knowledge of security systems.

In fact, Mr. Steele has tested...

any number of systems
around the world.

Or would you say
the western hemisphere, sir?

Uh, worldwide will do.

Um, Mrs. Welles, let me expl-

[ Mrs. Welles ]
I do appreciate your dedication, Mr. Steele.

If anything went wrong,
I'd be most unhappy.

Mr. Steele is going to explain the pattern
of photoelectric beams.

- Aren't you, sir?
- Would you pardon me, please?

Where's he going?

Mr. Steele always insists
on a complete layout of the premises.

Oh, how thorough of him.

You're shaken, Anna. I take it
this was an unexpected event for both of us.

I had no idea he was here,
Raymond, in this city, in this country.

- What does he know?
- What could he know?

I haven't seen him
since Monte Carlo.

Of course, you have no desire
to rekindle the relationship.

Raymond, if you're
so concerned about it...

why don't you go and get the car
so we can get out of here.

- [ Soft Dance ]
- [ Woman Laughing ]

Mr. Steele, I must admit...

I was a little disturbed this afternoon
when you took off.

But then Miss Holt explained
how thorough you are.

The Remington Steele Agency
prides itself on its thoroughness.

And when Mr. Steele sees something
that attracts his attention...

he won't hesitate to track it down,
will you, sir?

Herbert, be a dear
and entertain our guests.

I must freshen up a bit.

She's going to the ladies' room
for a smoke.

[ Piano ]

I must say,
I'm- I'm extremely proud of Caroline.

Almost any museum in the country
would have given their endowment...

in order to show
the Patton Collection.

[ Laura ] This is Mrs. Welles's
first coup as a new trustee, isn't it?

[ Herbert ] Yes, but she kept after Patton
until she got it.

It's, uh, a pretty song,
isn't it, Mr. Steele?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Would you care to dance,
Mr. Welles?

I'm sure Mr. Steele won't mind.

The music seems to absorb him so.

[ Piano Continues ]

[ Woman ]
Hi. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- [ Anna ] Yes?
- Anna?

- Have we met before?
- I thought so. Uh-

You-
[ Chuckles ]

You look so much
like a woman I used to know.

We've never met.

I'm sure I'd remember.

You must have me confused
with someone else.

Yes, I- I expect I do.

I'm sorry to intrude.

Twice in one day.

He must have come here
with the Welleses.

Interesting coincidence.

Is it so odd that Caroline Welles and I
would frequent the same places?

[ Clears Throat ]
Where's Miss Holt?

Well, she had to leave.
She remembered an important meeting...

- she had with a client.
- A client?

Well, yes.
A Miss, uh, Mildred Krebs, I believe.

Miss Krebs, yes.
A very demanding woman.

Uh, Mr. Welles, would you excuse me, please?
I, too, have to be at that meeting.

You private detectives
certainly lead an exciting life.

Yes, well, sometimes more unsettling
than exciting. Forgive me, please.

I think I've convinced him.
He's confused.

I certainly hope so.

Well, my hair's different now.
My whole look's different.

- I wonder.
- About what?

Oh, I wonder
about you, my dear.

If you have some idea that your old friend
is going to simplify your life...

by easing me out of it...

then you're playing
a very dangerous game.

Dangerous for both of you.

[ Doorbell Buzzes ]

May I come in?

Isn't it a bit late to be straying from
your neighborhood, Mr. Steele?

I'm sorry about the club, Laura.
I didn't mean for you to leave.

What did you expect me to do?

Spend the evening looking
at the back of your head?

It happened in the museum.
That was all right. Now it's happened again?

Well, watching you with that blonde
is not my idea of a rollicking night out.

I know. I know. I know.
You have every right to be angry.

I don't want to be angry.
I just want to be let in on the joke.

I feel like the only person in the room
who doesn't know the punch line.

The woman in the club, uh...

is the mirror image
of someone I used to know.

Someone?

Anna Simpson.

She was, uh-

[ Exhales ]
She was a woman I knew in Monte Carlo.

- But the blonde isn't she?
- Anna's dead.

She died, uh, the night
we were to go away together.

I'm sorry.

I don't know who she is,
but she sounds so much like Anna.

She looks so much like her.

Oh, Laura, if this were some normal case
we were working on...

I'd blithely come up with a string of movies
to explain it all.

I mean, Vertigo. James Stewart,
Kim Novak, Paramount, 1 958.

A man becomes obsessed
with the image of a woman he loves.

Uh, Obsession. Uh, Cliff- Cliff-
Cliff Robertson and Genevi�ve Bujold...

Columbia, 1 97 6.

But this is my life, Laura.
My own bloody life come back to haunt me.

[ Sighs ]

I wanted to tell you.
I really did. I- I don't know.

I just-
[ Sighs ]

I was afraid it all would sound so,
I don't know, so insane.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Some people in our lives
are meant to never leave us.

[ Chuckles ]

Mm. Thank you.

For what?

For understanding.

[ Clattering ]

Remington Steele.
What an odd name.

Who are you?

Don't you know?

Anna.

Oh, my God.

Oh, why didn't you tell me?

- Why didn't you find me?
- I couldn't.

A five-line obituary?

Death by drowning?

I was in danger.
You would have been too.

Do you know
what it was like for me?

I waited the entire night
for you, Anna.

I was still waiting the next morning
when I read the paper.

I mean, all I can remember,
all I can see were the words...

- that you were married and you were dead.
- Oh, I had to.

It broke my heart to leave you,
but I had to do it.

Oh, why did you come back, eh?

I'd finally accepted the fact
that you were dead.

I mean-

I began to build a new life.
At least I'm trying.

I only came here because of what happened
tonight at the club.

You have to stay away from me.

What are you saying?

If I see you again, if you even come near me,
it'll make things worse.

I'm still in danger.

- What? What are you saying?
What kind of danger? - I can't tell you.

- Anna, please, I'll help you. What-
- No!

Whatever happens, you must
stay away from me.

- Pretend this night never happened.
- For heaven's sake, please.

Do as I ask.

- Good morning, chief.
- Morning, Mildred.

- Coffee?
- No, thank you, Mildred.

Oh, boss, Miss Holt
would like to see you.

Mr. Steele?

Miss Holt?

Yes, Mildred.

[ Clears Throat ]

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

You wanted to see me?

I think there's something in this morning's paper
you might find interesting.

It seems our mystery woman
isn't such a mystery after all.

[ Laura ]
Her name is Lydia Vanowen...

and she's going to marry
Walter Patton.

Not bad marrying
if you like fortunes.

What is it?

I don't understand.
Did something happen?

Did something change
from last night?

- Where are you going?
- Out.

Mr. Steele, if you recall,
we do have business to conduct.

I'm sure you can manage
without me for a while.

I suspect I'll have to.

- What happened?
- You tell me.

What would you assume when a man
kisses you in the evening...

then turns into a total stranger
the next morning?

- You mean, you and Mr. Steele?
- It's hard to believe from that.

Oh, well, there must be
some explanation.

Yes. And I think
I know where to find it.

You shouldn't be here.

Why didn't you tell me that you're
getting married to Walter Patton...

that you were living
in his house?

Well, it wasn't Walter
I was concerned about.

- Oh, who is it then?
- No one as respectable, I can assure you.

The man I was in the club
with last night?

His name is Raymond.
Raymond Merleau.

Oh, yes, your obituary.

Anna Simpson Merleau?

Oh, you don't understand.
I never loved Raymond.

I married him to carry off
an insurance scheme.

That's why I died, to collect on the policy
he took out on my life.

Oh, I wanted to tell you
about it, believe me, I did.

- Why didn't you then?
- Well, how could I?

I lied.
I'd staged my own death.

[ Scoffs ]
I was nothing but a swindler.

Last night you said
you were in danger.

Raymond's come back
into my life.

He left me in Monte Carlo
without a cent.

I was a dead woman-
no past, no present.

To all intents and purposes,
I didn't exist.

One day I grew too tired
of running and had to stop.

I became Lydia Vanowen...

in a third-class coach to St. Moritz.

Is that where you met Patton?

Walter saw me one night
and asked me to dance.

The way you did.

If you're gonna marry him,
why is Raymond still around?

To congratulate me.
He showed up after the engagement...

to remind me that, whether dead or alive,
we were still man and wife.

He offered to share
Walter with me...

if I shared Walter's wealth
with him.

And if I refused...

he threatened
to tell Walter everything.

So Patton doesn't know?

As far as he's concerned,
Raymond and I are old and dear friends.

He's even staying in the house. And Raymond
won't have Walter believe otherwise...

as long as I marry him.

- And if you don't?
- Don't you see?

I was content
to go through with it...

until you came along.

But now if I don't,
if Raymond should see us together...

he'll know that you're
a threat to his plans...

and he'll make it his business
to get rid of you.

Stay away.
I don't want you to get hurt.

I'll take care of Raymond.
You don't have to worry about him anymore.

What are you doing here?

Trying to understand
what's happening...

between us.

Look. I'm not a child.

If there's a woman in your past,
I can accept that.

But I want you
to be honest with me.

You knew Lydia and Anna were one
and the same when you walked into the office.

Laura, please, let me understand
the facts of my own life...

and then I'll give them
to you, okay?

If you give them to me.

What we have here
is a game, Mr. Steele.

You dole out pieces of your past...

and I'm supposed to
be grateful for your trust.

I may have given you your name,
even decided your line of work...

but your past, your damned past,
I always knew you had that over me.

I was hoping your present
had come to mean as much to you.

Do you honestly believe that all the time
we've spent together means so little to me, hey?

How can I answer that when I have no idea
what came before or what you're feeling now?

You're the one who knows
what I'm up against.

You have to decide, not me.

[ Clears Throat ]

- [ Knocking ]
- Come in.

- An unexpected pleasure.
- Mr. Steele was here.

Did he come on his own,
or was he summoned?

- Why would I summon him?
- Well, I don't know, Anna, my dear.

I never know quite
what you have in mind.

If I had something in mind,
why would I tell you he was here today?

Why did you go
to his apartment last night?

You see, I followed you.
I just can't bear to let you out of my sight.

He forced me
to go to him last night...

for the same reason
he was here today.

He's blackmailing me.

He'll expose me to Walter
if I don't pay.

Oh, I see.
Then he will have to be dealt with.

I know what he's like, Raymond.
He won't stop until he gets what he wants.

- Don't underestimate me, my dear.
- You'll have to move quickly.

Walter will be home
the day after tomorrow.

And when he is, Remington Steele
will be no more than an unpleasant memory.

Raymond Merleau.
M-E-R-L-E-A-U.

Right. Well, I know he was in Monte Carlo
about three years ago...

so start with Interpol, okay?

Yes, Mildred.
Okay, thank you. Bye.

[ Tires Squeal ]

[ Mildred ]
Okay. Thank you.

- Oh, Mr. Steele's not back yet.
- Did I ask for him?

I'm sorry, Mildred.
I'm sorry.

Oh. Sounds like someone's giving you
a rough time, honey.

Oh, Miss Holt, I don't know much
about yours and Mr. Steele's private life-

-Join the party.
- But this morning you told me-

That was this morning. One day,
I decide our relationship is strictly professional.

" Laura,'' I say,
"you work with the man.

" So all right,
you're attracted to him.

Forget about it.
Maybe in the future.''

Maybe that future
isn't so far away.

I know there's something between us,
and I know he feels it too.

It's as if we're groping
towards each other...

but every time our fingers touch,
something happens.

One of us pulls away.

Miss Holt,
I'll be straight with you.

I've seen you and Mr. Steele.

And I'll admit that sometimes the dance
you do around each other makes my head spin.

Maybe if one of you
wouldjust stand still long enough.

I have no hold on him.

And if his past can just blow in and wipe out
the present, maybe I should forget him.

Oh, from what I've just heard, that sounds
like the last thing you wanna do.

Mildred, Mr. Steele and I
have gone out...

we've had our fun,
but we've never done anything more.

[ Scoffs ] So why should I care
if he wants to see someone else?

Why should I feel like
I wanna kill him?

It's because you're not being rational,
even though you want to be.

Of course
I wanna be rational.

Oh, honey.

You know, Mildred,
the more I think about it...

the more it seems that Mr. Steele and I
are being forced apart.

I let myself
get sidetracked today.

When you went to Miss Vanowen's?

A woman who suddenly
reappears in his life...

twice in one day.

A woman who's
supposed to be dead.

This time I'm not
going to get sidetracked.

[ Car Door Closes,
Engine Starts ]

- Can I help you?
- Huh? Oh,just browsing.

Oh, this ain't a bookstore.

Amazing eclectic establishment
you have here.

Nothing seems to have
a serial number on it.

- You in the market for something, bud?
- The gentleman who just left.

Uh, would you mind telling me
what he purchased?

- Hey, you can't be a cop.
- A distant cousin. I'm a private investigator.

Oh, then we both know
I don't have to tell you anything.

[ Clears Throat ] You really ought to
let more people know about...

the wide array of merchandise
you have here.

Perhaps if you advertise.
Say, uh, in the Police Gazette?

Marcus!

Is that you getting noisy, boss?

Our friend there gets his kicks
from shooting the breeze with the police.

Maybe he ought to
talk to you first.

Oh, but you don't impress me
as the kind who engages in idle chatter.

[ Yells ]

Now then, who else do I need to have to
go through in this bureaucracy, eh?

A gun. He bought a gun.

Delighted we had
this chance to chat.

Miss Holt,
you wanted to see me?

It's been a nerve-racking day.

- One of the curators knows Herbert.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, gorgeous, isn't she?

Yes, she is.
How well do you know Lydia Vanowen?

Oh, well enough to know
she has Walter Patton completely smitten.

Imagine, one of
the richest men in the world...

and he fawns over that girl
like a schoolboy in short pants.

But then I imagine you know Lydia
rather well yourself.

- What makes you think that?
- Mm.

Well, it was she who recommended
that I hire the Remington Steele Agency.

Did she really?

I suppose then she worked with Mr. Steele
rather than you?

Did she give you that impression?

Well, it just seems
whenever I speak to Lydia...

I end up filling her in on my comings
and goings with Mr. Steele.

Did you happen to tell her
Mr. Steele and I...

were dining with you
at the club the other night?

Yes, I suppose I did.

- And that earlier we'd be at the museum?
- I must have.

She's taken such an extraordinary interest
in the exhibit.

Darling, did I say
something wrong?

Not in the least.

[ Gun Chamber Clicking ]

- You're in early.
- [ Chuckles ] You've corrupted me.

- Should I be encouraged?
- Laura, I've become a slave to my work.

Security for the museum?

Hmm?
Another matter actually.

- [ Papers Rustling ]
- Aprofessional matter?

Anna's in trouble.

- She needs my help.
- What kind of help?

A man's threatening her.

- I promised to remove that threat.
- And then?

She's free to marry
Walter Patton.

Is that what you want?

I don't know.
I suppose I haven't thought that far ahead.

I feel a little like the messenger
bearing bad news.

I may get my head lopped off, but then
I haven't been using it much lately anyway.

Anna Simpson's reappearance
into your life was not accidental.

- What do you mean?
- She persuaded Caroline Welles...

to hire the Remington Steele Agency.

She knew you were going
to be at the museum.

And she knew where you were
going to have dinner that night.

I told you. There is a man threatening her.
He watches her constantly.

That's why she had to make our meetings
appear to be accidental...

so he wouldn't
become suspicious.

I hope you're right.

Laura, listen.
Just- Please.

Please.

I have to take this
one step at a time.

And the first step
is to remove that leech.

I hope you're right.

- What do you think you're doing?
- Saving you the trouble.

- Packing can be such a bore.
- Yes, but I'm not going anywhere.

- Guess again, mate.
- I suppose you think you're stepping in.

In a sense.
I'm protecting Miss Vanowen.

Is that what you call your game?

You're a very popular fellow.
Half the police in Europe have been after you.

You can forget your plans.
You come near Anna one more time...

and you're gonna have
your pick of jails, you understand?

- Yes, I understand, mate.
- One more thing. Where is it?

- Where's what?
- The gun you purchased.

Ah, there we go.
Yes, I'll see that you get a refund.

- [ Horn Honking ]
- Oh,just in time, your taxi. Come on.

[ Horn Honking ]

They say Rio's lovely
this time of year.

- Where's Miss Vanowen?
- She left a while ago, sir.

- She say where she was going?
- She did mention something about the museum.

Thank you.

Miss Vanowen.

My name is Laura Holt.
I work with Remington Steele.

Oh, from everything I hear about the man,
you are very fortunate.

It's a little late in the game
for that tact, Miss Vanowen.

I suspect the two of you
have quite a history.

- Does that depress you?
- It intrigues me.

After all these years,
you come back into his life.

- Why?
- A happy coincidence.

I just came from the club where you happened
to run into him the other night.

That song they played when you arrived
absolutely mesmerized him.

I'm sure it holds great meaning
for both of you.

Oh, by the way, the orchestra leader
is very appreciative...

of the generous tip
you gave him for playing it.

Anytime you have
another request,just ask.

Are we discussing my relationship
with Mr. Steele or yours?

Exactly what are you
to him anyway?

We were in the process of working that out
when you came along.

If I was a better person,
I'd wish you good luck.

As it is,
I bid you good-bye.

You have more than marriage
to Walter Patton on your mind.

Perhaps I found someone else
I'd rather spend my life with.

Before or after he gets rid of the man
who's threatening you?

What can someone possibly have
that could frighten a woman...

about to marry one of
the wealthiest men in the world?

Interesting question,
wouldn't you agree, Anna?

I'll let you know
when I find the answer.

And as far as you
and Mr. Steele are concerned...

I wouldn't be too quick
to celebrate victory.

We haven't even
put on the gloves yet.

Miss Vanowen, please.
Mr. Merleau.

Would you give her this number?
It's 5 5 5-6200, Room 9.

I'd like her to call me
the minute she gets in. Thank you.

[ Country ]

Whiskey, please.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

[ Man ] I come here all the time.
[ Continues, Indistinct ]

That sounds great to me.

Oh,yeah.

Lady, you are in
for the gallop of your life.

Perhaps next time
you'll get it right.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]
What a pity.

Hey, what the hell
is it with you, lady?

Take your hands off me.

Oh, you like to tease
a little bit, do you?

Does it make it better for you?

I asked you to take
your hands off me.

Okay.

That's over.
Can we get down to business now?

Do you really think
I'd want you to put your hands on me...

even for a moment?

- What?
- You disgust me.

- Why you little-
- Ah.

- Whoa. Whoa.
- That'll do.

Come on.

Yes.

Lady, I don't get this.

You don't have to.
You've done your job.

Thank you.

[ Car Engine Starts ]

- [ Country ]
- Tequila.

Again.

[ Continues ]

Nobody can sing the blues
like he can.

If you're another broad on a trip,
try the next station.

She give you a rough time?

- Who?
- The blonde?

Take a walk.

That was some shiner you gave her.

What's it to you, lady?

[ Continues ]

What the hell
am I getting myself into here?

All right, what is it?
Some kind of setup?

You might need a friend
if she decides to press charges.

She was asking for it.
She got what she ordered.

What's the matter?
Didn't she want to play cowboys and Indians?

Wait a minute.
I was sitting here, minding my own business.

The hotel was her idea.

- Maybe she got cold feet.
- Yeah, she was cold all right. Like ice.

And I'm telling you-
she was looking to get belted.

The minute we got in that room,
she started saying things, laughing at me.

It was like she had
some kind of plan or something.

- What kind of plan?
- I don't know.

But after I clipped her, she checked her face
like she had to have something to show.

Then she thanked me.

- Thanked you?
- Yeah, for getting the job done.

Have one on me.
And don't worry.

You won't be hearing
from her again.

[ Doorbell Rings ]

- I'm here to see Miss Vanowen.
- I'm afraid she's not seeing anyone, sir.

- She'll see me.
- I'm sorry, sir.

Is anything wrong?

I can't say, sir.

[ Door Closes ]

Anna?

Anna?
What is it?

Hmm? Hey. Hey.

Oh, my God.

Oh, what happened?

I fell.

On the stairs.

- Raymond?
- No.

Damn him. I thought I pushed him
out of your life for good.

He'd kill me if he knew
I saw you again.

- He'll kill you as well.
- Where is he?

- What are you gonna do?
-Just tell me where he is.

The club.

I have to meet him there with some money.
My first installment.

- Okay.
- Don't go. Please.

Wait!

[ Ringing ]

- Yes.
- He wants the money tonight.

- What happened?
- He just called.

He insisted I bring $1 0,000...

as a first installment.

- Where?
- The club.

He's on his way there now.

And so am I.

[ Door Lock Clicks ]

[ Door Opens ]

She's not coming, Merleau.

[ Door Opens ]

Laura, get back.!

Laura, are you all right?

You've been set up.
Both of you.

I know you don't wanna
believe that, but it's true.

This is exactly what Anna wants.

Just get down and stay quiet.

She wants you to kill Raymond.
That was her plan from the very beginning.

She told you Raymond
beat her, didn't she?

I never touched the woman.

Of course you didn't.

But she needed something
that would drive you over the edge.

Something that would make you put
Raymond out of the picture completely.

So she set up an unsuspecting cowboy
at a western bar this afternoon...

and ridiculed him into hitting her.

That's persuasively put,young lady,
but I'm afraid it doesn't change anything.

I've invested too much to allow
either of you to walk away from this.

[ Gunshot ]

Go. Go, go, go, go.

Darling.

You're alive.

You just had to see who came
through that door, didn't you, hmm?

Oh, darling, I was afraid he'd kill you.
I thought he had.

And you can claim self-defense.

I mean, after he shot me,
he came after you.

What difference does it make?
He's out of our lives.

No, Anna, no.
He'll always be with us.

- What are you saying?
- You murdered him.

And unhappily for both of us,
I can prove it.

You wouldn't send me away.

Not now, now that we've found
each other again.

We could have had
so much together.

[ Gunshot ]

Good-bye, Remington Steele.

- [ SlowJazz ]
-[ Doorbell Buzzing ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Clears Throat ]
Um...

a thank-you gift from Caroline.

I felt the urge
to share it immediately.

How thoughtful.

Uh, actually,
I felt the urge to see you.

Explain some things.

There's no need.

It might help put some things
in perspective... for us.

Uh, when I went to Anna's,
it was for two reasons.

The first was to say that
I had sent Raymond packing.

And the second, and more painful,
was to say that I-

I felt that we, uh,
didn't have a future together.

She'll always be part of my past.

But I, uh, realized...

that's where
that relationship belonged.

What made you realize that?

You.

I'm not the same man I was when
I walked into your life, Laura.

I've changed.

You've changed me.

I only changed your name.

[ Chuckles ]
Well, merely the most obvious alteration.

- [ Cork Pops ]
- Ooh.

Well, what shall we drink to?

Oh, um, uh, the present, eh?

- The present?
- Yes, and the future.

Isn't that getting a little brazen for us,
Mr. Steele?

- Oh-
- [ Song From Club ]

[ Clicks Off]

[ Chuckles ]
Let's be brazen, eh?

[ Glasses Clink ]

[ Mews ]

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