All language subtitles for Remington Steele s03e08 Puzzled Steele.eng

- Laura!
- Courage, Mr. Steele.

Courage is not the issue here.
It's horsepower. He has it. We don't.

I think he just ran out of road.

- Laura, there he goes!
- Wait a minute!

- Laura, he's getting away.
- The man we're chasing is English.

- So?
- So why was he driving on the right side of the road?

We can ask when we catch him.

I've had a funny feeling about this case
ever since we left Los Angeles.

- Could we discuss this later?
- It's all been too easy.

The gambler on Crete,
the bartender on Mykonos.

It doesn't-
It doesn't fit in somehow.

Laura, we've been tracking this fellow for
four days halfway across the Mediterranean!

- Give me a minute.
- Oh, bloody hell!

Hello.

Where have
all the people gone?

The entire village
is a fake!

Absolutely.
It looks that way, doesn't it?

It's not on the map,
either, you know?

- No.
- I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.

The Wizard of Oz.
Judy Garland, Ray Bolger. MGM.

The bartender on Mykonos.!

The gambler on Crete!

Well done.
Well done. Well done.

Although, I must confess that I had hoped
the game would go on for a day or two longer.

I should have known better than to
hire a Yank. You can come out now, Harold.

Thank God. This thing
was giving me a headache.

Introductions are in order.
I am G.W. Wainright.

I don't care if you're
the wealthiest man in England.!

- Oh, top 20, actually.
- Nothing gives you the right to manipulate people like that.

Oh, come along, Miss Holt.

You're making it sound as if
I've done something positively nefarious.

And all I've done is pay you
$10,000 in advance...

to come and play in one
of the loveliest corners of the world.

Play?

I think what's upsetting
my associate is your cable...

which created the unmistakable impression
that we were battling the clock...

in order to save your nephew's life.

Yes. I'm afraid the, uh- the kidnap scenario
was just a little melodramatic...

but I had to make the stakes
seem worthwhile.

Otherwise there wouldn't
be any sport in it.

Sport?

Sport is where you find it, Miss Holt.

And I thought it would be
more stimulating to pitch my wits...

against a world-class detective...

than to breed more horses or to go on
yet another interminable safari.

Oh, you should taste these mussels.
Ambrosia!

You know, it was your brilliant work
in recovering the Hapsburg Dagger...

that convinced me that you were the man
to offer the challenge I crave.

- I haven't been disappointed.
- Really?

Well, I can't say I approve
of your methods, Wainright...

but, uh, your admiration
is understandable.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear. I see your colleague
is still a little, uh, touchy.

I say, Miss Holt,
I did prepare a second game plan...

in case you solved
the first one too quickly.

There's another, mmm, 10,000 in it
for you, if you care to tackle it.

Absolutely not!

- All right then. 20,000.
- Perhaps you didn't hear me.

Excuse me. Just a minute, please.
Just-

Laura, the man's talking
about $20,000.

That buys an awful
lot of paper clips.

I refuse to become
that man's plaything.

There's a principle involved here,
Mr. Steele. Our agency cannot be bought!

Yes, I know that, Laura. But perhaps-
Perhaps it could be rented, hmm?

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

I do hope I haven't
caused a rift.

Oh, nah. They always
work things out beautifully.

This whole thing is outrageous.

Balmy skies, azure seas, $20,000?

- Playing games is not our job!
- I see. I see.

What?

The source of your discomfort. It's that
staunch, God-fearing drudge rearing up at you...

at the thought of playing
a little well-compensated hooky!

- Don't be ridiculous.
- Aha! That's it! That's it, isn't it, Laura?

Come on, Laura. This is the perfect time
to develop those baser instincts...

lurking inside you,
yearning to be free.

I was raised to work, Mr. Steele.

I'm happy when I'm working.

I cannot relax and enjoy myself when
I know I should be doing something else.

- Mm-hmm.
- I say. Do forgive me.

- Mm-hmm.
- I say. Do forgive me.

I couldn't help but overhear.

You know, perhaps we could arrive
at a satisfactory conclusion, Mr. Steele.

I mean, your Miss Holt is
in search of some real work.

I'm in search of a-
an amusing challenge.

Suppose we were to find an actual
unsolved case on these islands...

and I were to wager the 10,000
I've already paid you...

at 3-to-1, that you couldn't
solve it in, oh, 48 hours?

How do we-
How do we select a case?

No idea. Ask around, uh-
Look at the local newspapers.

Oh, wait.
Give me a minute.

The full resources of my yacht would,
of course, be at your disposal.

Oh. Fascinating proposition,
eh, Miss Holt? Hmm?

- Here. Think I got it.
- Oh, well done, Mildred.

Well done. Look at this, Laura.
"English writer still missing. " Yes.

"Island police continue to
look for Carlton Shepherd, 38.

"British freelance writer, who was
reported missing two weeks ago.

Anyone who has seen Shepherd is urged
to contact authorities. "

Seems perfectly adequate.

Does, doesn't it?
Laura, where are you going?

Solve it yourself. I'm taking
the next plane to Los Angeles.

Oh, fine! Fine, I will.

Need I remind you, Mr. Steele, who's
the brain behind the brawn in this outfit?

I didn't realize it was
so unequally divided.

You may have the formal training,
but I have the hard-earned experience.

After two years of bailing you out
in case after case...

I think that's far more important.

Bailing me out?
You must be joking!

In case you didn't know about it, missy,
this figurehead has a mind of it's own.

I'm tired of your innuendo.

You think you're
the better detective?

You want to play games? Fine.

I'll give you a chance to put
your money where your mouth is.

I'll bet you that I can find
Carlton Shepherd before you.

Done. What are the stakes?

I think pride is enough.

Once this is settled, I don't expect to hear
any more bellyaching from you...

about who runs this agency and why.

You're pretty sure of yourself,
aren't you?

Well, how about this?

If you find Shepherd,
we go straight back to Los Angeles.

And if you find him?

We spend another week
on the Mediterranean. Even if it kills me.

Done.

Done.

Ready, steady, go!

Yoo-hoo, I'm ready!
Whose team am I on?

- We forgot Mildred!
- Oh, I wanted you, Mildred, but Mr. Steele insisted.

Great. How do I get down?

Thanks, Laura.
Thank you very much.

Actually, Mildred,
I need you on board deck.

You don't want me
to come along?

I- I tell you what,
Mildred. Here you go.

- You can be my lookout. Okay?
- What do I look for?

What? Well, uh, anything peculiar.

You can never be too diligent,
Mildred. Remember that, okay?

Well, Mr. Steele,
may the best man win.

Just to review the ground rules-

No cooperation,
no communication...

- and no holds barred, right?
- Absolutely.

Laura!

What should I do, boss?

Throw me a line, Mildred!
Throw me a line, please!

No? Thank you very much indeed.

Thank you very much.
Good day.

This Shepherd fellow
certainly kept a low profile.

- No one's heard of him!
- You gotta have more patience, boss.

This is only
the second hotel we've checked...

and there are 28 more to go,
including board and breakfasts.

Well, you know what
Miss Holt always says.

Good detecting takes five percent
brainwork, and 95% legwork.

How like her.

My philosophy, Mildred,
is that nothing in life is worth doing...

unless it can be accomplished
by a shortcut.

Oh, she's probably miles
ahead of us by now.

Instead of looking for Shepherd,
we should be looking for Miss Holt.

I didn't realize you were capable
of such devious thinking, Mildred.

You're a doll!
You're a doll!

Pardon me, sir. Pardon me, uh-

This morning, you didn't happen
to meet a fairly attractive American woman...

uh, brunette, late 20s,
extremely pleased with herself?

- Yes.
- Oh! What a guy. What a guy.

Hi. I'd like to...
talk to Angelo, please.

Yes?

I'm looking for this man,
Carlton Shepherd.

I understand he came here.

You made a mistake.

I found the hotel
where Carlton was staying.

The clerk there told me
Carlton wanted to buy a boat.

So he sent him to a friend of his at the docks.
And the friend sent Carlton here to see you.

Is that so?

Look. I don't know what kind
of business you're in, and I don't care.

I just want to find Carlton. Now, if you'll
tell me what he wanted, I'll be on my way.

He's the only family
I have in the world.

Look, he wanted a boat.

Very fast.
With radar and radio.

- We occasionally use such boats
in our line of work.

What was he going to do with it?

He had the cash. I sold him a boat.

Does it have a name?

It did... once.

All I can tell you that... it's red now.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

You didn't expect all that
for nothing, did you?

Okay.! Hold it right there.!
Don't move.!

Back up. Back up.
Come on. Come on. Move it.

Move it.
Back up. That's it.

Easy. Easy.
Very, very slowly. Okay?

Ooh! Nice try.

Ah. Ah.

Okay.

We're going to be trapped!

There's always a way out of these things.
Don't you go to the movies?

- Oh!
- Ah!

The wrong ones apparently.

This really
isn't necessary, fellas.

Follow me, Laura.

Oh!

Oh!

You are so lucky!

Luck has nothing
to do with it, Laura.

Tell me you knew
that pool led to this place.

You're just upset that
I had to save you. That's all.

I could have
gotten out of that.

Well-Ah!
Next time, I'll let you.

Good. That doesn't change
anything about the bet, you know.

Oh, of course not.

I just thought it would be more fun
to keep you alive till the end. That's all.

Six hours gone.
Forty-two to go from... now!

Wainright's enjoying this
far too much for my satisfaction!

Well, for giving us
a shot at $30,000...

he can do handstands on the deck naked
as far as I'm concerned.

Besides, I'm beginning to savor the challenge
of finding this fellow. Aren't you?

What did Shepherd want with
those bums at the grotto, Miss Holt?

A fast, sophisticated boat.
Why, I don't know.

- Excellent work, Mildred! Excellent work!
- Oh!

Okay. Steady, Mildred.

Steady as she goes. There we go.

Well, thanks for the lift.

I'm glad to see there are no hard feelings
about what happened to your raft.

On the contrary, I'm delighted to see that
you've entered into the spirit of things.

You've become a regular
game player, Laura.

- Mr. Steele?
- Of course, you still have one or two things to learn.

- Yes, here she is, gentlemen.
- Come with us, please. You are under arrest.

Wh-What is this all about?

"Willful and malicious destruction
to a nautical vessel in island waters. "

Mr. Steele! Let go!

And shocking disregard
for personal property, Laura, shocking.

But it wasn't even his raft!

Ah, the weed of crime
bears bitter fruit.

You're not gonna let
Miss Holt rot in jail, are you, boss?

Oh, of course not.

Those officers are merely gonna detain
the harpoon-happy Miss Holt for a few hours.

- Well, how can you be sure?
- Oh.

Oh, experience, and the fact that while
Miss Holt was changing clothes on the yacht...

I called the local constabulary and arranged
a generous donation to the pension fund.

- Where are we going?
- Someplace that sells nautical charts.

Shepherd bought a boat. It's logical to assume
he needed to know where he was going.

Oh, amazing!
Oh-oh, what a mind!

- You are fantastic, boss.
- Thank you, Mildred. Thank you very much.

I remember him. Sports fisherman.

I remember him. Sports fisherman.

- He is missing, huh?
- For two weeks.

I'm not surprised,
I suppose.

He didn't know much about fishing.
Wanted a chart for Agra Bay.

What's wrong with Agra Bay?

No fish there.
Everyone knows that.

It's a long trip
for nothing, believe me.

- What is there?
- Seagulls.

And the Colonel.
That's about it.

Who's the Colonel?

Englishman.
Has a big place all by himself.

Lived there 10 years maybe.

Never leaves his villa.
He's getting married, I hear. Local girl.

Well, I'll take one of those charts
for Agra Bay myself actually. Okay?

Suit yourself.

Oh.

Let me out of here!

Mmm!

- Mildred!
- Oh, hi, Miss Holt!

- Where's Mr. Steele?
- Uh-uh, you know the rules of the bet.

Forget the bet.
Where is he?

Mildred, we have been had!
I need to talk to him.

Oh, I don't know,
Miss Holt.

The boss said you'd try anything
to trip him up.

I am not joking,
and I don't have much time!

- Mildred!
- Okay.

- He went that way just a few minutes ago.
- Great.

Oh!

Attention.
You are in private waters.

Leave at once.

Sell all shares in Kristen Electronics
when it reaches 42.

I may want to buy into
that Italian ship concern.

And check the exchange rates.

Anna. Come in. Come in.

- I wanted to tell you about the flowers for the wedding.
- Yes, of course.

- Oh, can it wait until dinner?
- All right.

That's a good girl.
You look very pretty.

- Thank you, Colonel.
- Richard.

- Stefan, from the harbor.
- You've seen something?

Yes, Colonel. A woman
came to the harbor this morning.

An American.
She was looking for Shepherd.

- Who is the woman?
- Her name is Laura Holt.

Have any new boats appeared
in the harbor recently?

Yes, one. A big pleasure cruiser.
The Queen's Gambit Two.

Pay him.

Thank you, Colonel.

He's here. After 10 years,
I thought he might have given up.

I'll double security, sir.
What do you want done about the prisoner?

Leave him. Perhaps he'll finally talk
when he sees we know the truth.

But first of all,
I have a job for you.

- I really don't know what you are talking about.
- Don't give me that.

This story about Shepherd is phony,
and I can prove it.

- This is just another of your elaborate charades!
- Miss Holt-

The game's over, Wainright.
Let's find Mr. Steele and settle accounts.

- I assure you, young lady, you are quite mistaken.
- Miss Holt!

- I admit you were clever, but the jig is up.
- Miss Holt!

- What, Mildred?
- Look.

More game playing,
Wainright?

I wasn't told about this.

Hit the deck!

Here!

They're real bullets!

Who are they?

How should I know?
I'm just a bloody actor!

What?

- Come back, you swine!
- Some crew.

- Who are you?
- I-I'm Benjamin Applegate.

I'm a- I'm a p-puh- I'm a provin-provincial
actor and part-time electrician.

- You see, all this began-
- Are there any guns on board?

- What?
- Guns! Come on.

- Oh, get off.
- Come here!

- This is a flare gun.
- We risked our lives for that?

Well, it's a gun,
isn't it?

Where did that boat go?

Score one for Holt.

Hey!

- Oh.
- I didn't know you could work one of these things.

- I didn't either. Throw some switches.
- All right.

Let's see if we can get out of here.

Hear, hear. Where are we going?

Does it matter?

Shoo. Shoo. Shoo. Shoo.

Go on.
Scat. Scat. Scat.

Go. Get outta here.

Shoo. Shoo.
Go. Go on. Go.

Up. Up.

- Better get out of here. They'll be missing him soon.
- Much obliged.

- Don't mention it. Michael Banks.
- Remington Steele.

- Hell of a name for a goatherd.
- Private investigator.

I'm looking for a fellow named
Carlton Shepherd.

- Are you now? So am I. He's me cousin.
- Really?

Aye. The family's
been worried sick.

Why are you looking for him?

Well, let's just call it
professional challenge.

Appears he's being held
in the villa.

He is. I'll stake me life on it.

And I told him not
to get involved in this story.

- What story's that?
- Well, Carlton's a journalist. Uh, freelance, you know?

Always after
the rough-and-tumble type of piece.

Wars, murders- that kind of tripe.

Well, while back,
he gets this tip in Johannesburg...

about this fella called the Colonel.

- The man who owns the villa.
- Aye, the same.

Real name's Richard Moreland.

He was a mercenary soldier in one of
those African wars about 10 years ago.

Thought he'd get rich quick, so he kills
two payroll guards his own side...

and lit out of the swamp with
a payroll of �400,000 and vanished.

- Poof.
- Oh, charming.

Yeah. Carlton heard he was living around here
like some kind of lord of the manor.

Got all excited
about exposin' the fella.

- But Moreland caught on to him first.
- Aye.

- Well, we'd better get the authorities.
- Try again, laddie.

I've been to the authorities.
They're in Moreland's pocket.

Had quite a bust-up
trying to get away from 'em.

Nope.

The only way to spring him
is to do the job meself.

Trouble is, I've been looking
at the place.

It's like a fortress.

Uh-huh, that might be the key.

How's that?

Well, Moreland's designed his defenses
to hold off a battalion.

But two men, at the right point,
at the right time, could slip in unnoticed.

- Two men?
- Uh-huh.

I like your spirit, lad.

I could have been playing Falstaff
in Stoke-on-Trent...

or rewiring me mum's kitchen.

- Why did you impersonate Wainright?
- For the money, of course.

Your agent sent you to see this man in London
who said he represented Wainright.

Correct. You see, you Yanks wouldn't know
that Wainright's a very private person.

I mean, nobody knows
what he looks like.

So, all this bloke
in London wanted...

was someone who could do a very good
public school accent and take direction.

Now, that is my strong point, mind.
You see, the-

Yeah. Well, the whole point was to get you
and Mr. Steele to go after Shepherd.

But why? Who is Shepherd?

Haven't got a clue!

But i-if you found him, I was to
leave a message at a certain address.

- Do you still have it?
- Yeah, yeah.

Come on, Mildred.

Well, shouldn't we
be looking for the boss?

Don't worry
about Mr. Steele.

I'm sure he's somewhere
safely barking up the wrong tree.

Yeah. Well, I'm coming with you.

- I thought you told me you were a confirmed coward.
- I am!

But I ain't been paid yet, have I?

Are you sure
you want to do that?

Queen takes rook.

Checkmate.

You're learning.
It's a difficult game.

Why don't you get ready for dinner?

You won't be late again, will you?

I hope not.

Now, obviously, this woman, Holt,
is someone to contend with.

So, this is what we're going to do.

- Well, I say there's no one at home.
- Uh-

- Where'd you get that?
- From Mr. Steele's pants pocket.

I lifted it while he was
changing clothes on the yacht.

- I thought it might come in handy.
- Oh, that's a dirty trick.

Yes, it is.

Here we are.

Okay.

What is this?

I'm not sure.

Hmm.

Ah, let's have a look.

Oh.

"Extremely dedicated,
purposeful. "

"Unlikely to accept game format.

Find acceptable alternatives".

"Expendable"?
Here. Here, look. Look at that.

"After opening game,
subject is expendable. "

Oh, look at this, Miss Holt.
It looks like some kind of a journal.

"Shepherd reportedly
closing in on'M'."

"Shepherd missing one week now. "

"Time running short.
Find Shepherd to find'M'."

Who's "M"?

"Steele onto something. "

That's the last entry.

Oh, I-
I got goose bumps.

I don't blame you.

Apparently the real Wainright has set
all these wheels in motion to find "M"...

who, judging from
the assault on the yacht...

obviously doesn't want to be found.

This thing is like a chess match.

Opening game, Wainright tricks us
into looking for Shepherd.

Middle game, we point
Wainright toward "M"...

and fool "M" into
looking for Applegate.

End game.

What's the end game?

Mildred, do you remember
where Mr. Steele went?

- I think so.
- We're going to get him.

Oh, well, that is definitely it.
I'm off. Good-bye.

- Ooh, wait.
- We could use your talents, Applegate.

Well, to quote someone, uh-
"A living dog is better than a dead lion. "

- But you haven't been paid yet.
- That is painfully true, my darling.

But I've stashed enough money away
on that yacht to get me back to London.

All right?

Oh.

When do we start?

Okay. This way.

Psst.

- What's the matter?
- Uh, I must have lost my lockpick somewhere.

You got a pen?

Cheers. There.
Good man.

- Come on. On your feet.
- Who are you?

We've come to get you out of here,
your cousin Michael and I. Come on.

- My cousin Michael?
- Yes. Come on. He's standing-

Allow me to
introduce myself, gentlemen.

G.W. Wainright.

Here. Keep a lookout.

Don't even consider it, Shepherd.

If Moreland catches you now,
you're a dead man. We all are.

The only way you can get out of this place
alive is to do exactly as I say.

Um, not to be indelicate, but if I'm
gonna die, I'd like to know the reason why.

Understandable.

There were two mercenaries involved
in the payroll robbery- Moreland and myself.

Moreland panicked
and killed the two guards.

Then later, he stole my share
and left me for dead.

You've been looking
for Moreland ever since.

He's been living in fear of me.
Covered his tracks well.

Since I made my first million,
I've had soldiers of fortune like Shepherd...

scouring the planet for him.

So, when Shepherd, uh,
disappeared...

I figured he must have
got close to Moreland.

So, I arranged for one of
the best detectives in the world...

to land where Shepherd disappeared
and to track him from there.

I was never more
than one step behind you.

- Done.
- Excellent.

I must say, I've had my money's worth
from Remington Steele Investigations.

- Don't I get a weapon?
- I think not.

My research indicates
you're a man of principle, Mr. Steele.

Despite my warning
about Moreland...

I think you might just about be
reckless enough to spoil my plans.

- Shall we continue?
- Sure.

- Oh, I don't like this. I don't like this at all.
- Shh.

I mean, it's dark. It's gloomy.
I never cared for the water.

- Even when I was a kid, my mum used
to say to me- - Would you be quiet?

I'm sorry, darlin'. But I'm always like this
when I'm scared to death.

- Mildred, did you hear something?
- Uh-uh.

- You sure?
- Uh-huh.

Good.

Oh!

Stand to and prepare to be boarded.

I knew it. I knew it. We're dead.
We're all dead. I knew it. We're de-

Come on, Applegate. This is where I need you.

Hello, hello! Good evening, chaps.

Worthy Cunningham here.
British Admiralty.

Out on holiday
in your lovely islands...

but having the most frightfully bad time
with the navigation equipment.

Um, um, I say, I-I wonder. Do you- Do you
think you chaps might, uh, possibly lend a hand?

What?

You know, I thought
they were really going for that...

- until I got port and starboard mixed up.
- The intruders, Colonel.

What am I to make of you,
Miss Holt?

If the Colonel's last name
begins with "M"...

I'm here to tell you that Wainright
was not killed on board his yacht today.

In fact, he's probably
somewhere very close right now.

Mm-hmm.

Odd that you should be warning me,
when you helped to track me down.

What's with you and Wainright anyway?
Why do you want to kill him?

He's the killer.
He's the one that has to be stopped.

Funny.

I get the impression he feels
the same way about you.

Look, we're here to help. The least
you can do is tell us what this is all about.

Well, like all enemies, Wainright and I
began as the best of friends.

Chess partners in the African jungle.

Mercenaries in the same unit.

- Which war?
- Does it matter? Corrupt, horrible mob.

We decided to take an unauthorized leave
with the army payroll.

But Wainright shot two guards,
and suddenly we had a battalion on our tail.

And, to make matters worse,
he-he brought a South African girl with him.

- Girlfriend?
- Well, he said he was going to marry her.

We were ambushed.
She was killed.

The two of us
barely escaped.

Wainright blamed me
for the girl's death.

Swore revenge as soon as
we'd fought our way out of there.

I should have
killed him right there.

Instead-

Well, I got away one night
with my share of the money.

Now, I know you don't believe
that I didn't take all of it.

But, we went through
a lot together...

and I figured that if either of us
got out alive, we deserved a fair stake.

Apparently fate played a funny hand.

Sorry, Colonel. I did not-

It's nothing, my dear.

The alarm system is out.
The prisoner has escaped.

He's what? Now, d-don't panic.
The emergency generator will come on.

Paulo, get her out of here!

I have no intention of letting
Wainright stalk me.

I intend to find him first, but not without a shield.

He always had
a soft spot for women.

- Y-You can't do that!
- No?

How can you just stand there?

I don't do reality, darling.

Shepherd, check it out.

Well, aren't we gonna help him?

We're going this way,
Mr. Steele.

Well, I think we'll stop right here,
Miss Holt.

With a little luck,
Wainright's already dead.

I have one final job for you,
Mr. Steele.

If you'll be so kind as to stand up
and draw my fire for me...

and run off... down there.

Come, now, Mr. Steele.
Don't tarnish your performance now.

Well, I hope I can
return the favor some day.

- Just hope this is your lucky day.
- Yeah.

Now, Mr. Steele!

Ohh!

- Ooh! Mr. Steele.
- Laura.

- Long time.
- Yes.

Come on.

Psst.

Checkmate. Heh.

- How are you supposed to stop these things?
- Is it safe?

- I think so.
- Shepherd, are you all right?

- Yes.
- Good.

Now we're only missing one person-
Wainright.

Oh.

- Queen's Gambit.
- Hmm?

- Of course!
- Ha! Uh, pardon me...

but, uh, for those of us
who are not fluent in, uh, chess.

- A gambit is a ploy used to set up a surprise attack.
- Oh, yes. Go on.

Wainright could have killed the Colonel,
but he didn't.

Instead, he's used this confusion to
go after the Colonel's woman.

Why are we standing here talking?
Come on. Let's go.

Excuse me.

Stop right there.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

I guess this was
my lucky day, eh?

I see my only mistake was in hiring
detectives who are too good.

I don't understand.
I thought you were after Moreland.

I was. But then before
Shepherd was captured...

he left word that Moreland
was getting married.

My plans changed.

Fortune was allowing me to do
to Moreland what he had done to me.

He blames Moreland
for the death of the woman he loved.

He killed her by neglect. I was out
reconnoitering when the ambush hit.

He should have kept her from it.

Still living in the past,
aren't you, Wainright?

- You may drop your guns.
- Of course.

That was always your problem, G.W.
Too sentimental.

You honestly thought killing Anna
would affect me...

the way you were destroyed
when Kathleen was killed?

You poor, misguided fellow.

Didn't I tell you that emotion should
never be overruled by judgment?

But you didn't listen.

The very idea of dragging a woman
across a hundred miles ofjungle.

Utter folly.
We would never have made it.

You actually killed her.

Well, it had to be done.

At least I left you your share
of the money, didn't I?

Oh.

- Oh.
- This game is over.

Mmm.

- I think I'm finally learning to enjoy laziness.
- Hmm.

Something troubling you?

Oh, I was just wondering if we could have
done something more somehow.

I know.

At least we saved Anna...
and Shepherd too.

I suppose there was no way we could have
stopped Wainright and Moreland...

- from destroying each other.
- You're right.

Still, we would have gotten to the bottom
of this case a lot earlier...

if we hadn't split up.

- Oh, agreed.
- I mean, we're a team. And teams stick together.

Mm-hmm.
All for one, and one for all.

Right. So what if I have more expertise?
We're partners.

Who cares if I have the superior skills?

I'm happy to lend them
to the common good.

- Superior skills?
- What's mine is yours.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Who cracked this case?

Oh, come, Laura. Don't quibble.

I'm not gonna lord it over your head
that I found Shepherd first.

Under the circumstances...

you don't think
that proves anything, do you?

A bet is a bet, Laura, unless-

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