All language subtitles for Remington Steele s04e10 Steele on the Air.eng

Really? Bizarre? Baffling?

Is my guy brilliant or what?
Announcing a major case on the radio!

I mean, a guy crashes an airplane
with a bullet in his head?

I think People magazine
has turned your mind to mush.

No, I really think I have something here, Laura.

- I confess! I confess!
- Bud!

- Did anyone else see you?
- Of course not.

No one's gonna stop me!

Good morning, Los Angeles.
Norman Austin here.

Along with Bud Tyler,
with this piece of advice.

Shut this damn thing off
and get back to sleep.

And if you're already up,
find a bed- any bed-

and get back in it,
'cause that's where the real fun is.

Norman, do you wanna put that damn
thing away before you hurt somebody?

In a minute,
we'll be joining Doug West in the sky...

for a look at
Los Angeles traffic.

All right, slugabeds,
up and at 'em.

You're not gonna
want to miss this one.

The start of another beautiful week.
We've got 65 degrees at 6:01.

Expect highs
in the upper 70s.

And a gorgeous sunrise
out the KROT window.

Blue skies and a few
low morning clouds...

that should lift off before long.

Awesome sight,
those clouds liftin' off like that.

Speaking of clouds,
let's go up to the West nest...

for a look at
early morning traffic.

Doug, how do things look
from up there?

It's still early,
but traffic's already building...

at the downtown four-level.

Clear sailing, though, on the Santa Ana
and Santa Monica routes.

If you're traveling
on the eastbound Ventura, watch out.

I've got a report of an overturned truck
near the Hollywood transition...

blocking the numbers 2 and 3 lanes.

That's how it looks for now from
my perch high in the West nest.

- KROTTraffic.
- Thanks, Doug.

And now let's keep things
moving with a little music.

Norm, I was sitting here looking
out our window while the song was playing...

and I was struck by
a frightening realization.

And I think we all know
how that can hurt.

Did you know that if it hadn't been for
the man who invented venetian blinds...

it would be curtains for all of us?

Just a briefhistorical note.
Okay, it's 7:05 here at the Big Karat...

and time to play Pick a Hit-

Your chance to decide whether a new song
will be a hit or a miss.

We'll take caller number 14.

Call 555-KROT.

And keep in mind
that I'll be the one...

to determine whether or not
you are right.

Why you?
I'm the one with the trained ear.

Trained ear?

Yeah. Watch.

Here, ear. Here, ear.

Sit, van Gogh. Sit.

Good ear.

No doubt about it, Norm.
That is a well-trained ear.

7:06 now.
So let's take a quick check...

with Doug West
up in his West nest...

and see how traffic
is shaping up.

Looks like easy going for everyone
traveling the Pacific Coast Highway.

There's a Sig Alert, though,
reported on the Southbound 405.

I've got the KROTplane headed over
the Malibu canyons now to check it out.

Orange County reporting
moderate to heavy traffic on all freeways.

- Doug, is everything okay?
- A little engine trouble.

Can't seem to fix.

Losing power.

Altitude dropping.

Malibu Canyon... clearing.

Try to bring it down.

Bringing it down now, Bud.
No control.

Doug, are you there? Doug?

Still no details on the plane crash
involving KROT's own Doug West.

But we'll be sure to let
you have whatever we have...

as soon as we have it.

Right now, it's 8:05.

And if you're supposed to be
at work at 8:00 and ain't, you're late.

What have we got
for a temperature, Norm?

It's 70 degrees here
at the Big Karat.

The only station in L.A.
guaranteed to improve your eyesight.

And now, back to the music.

- Norman-
- Spare me the sermon, Bud.

- I know I'm late.
- But today of all days.

This is the last time.
I promise you.

- Morning, morning, morning.
- Morning, chief.

Ah, getting in a little
practice, are we, Mildred?

- You always make it look so easy.
- Years of experience.

- Is Miss Holt back from Malibu yet?
- Not yet.

Excellent! Must be going well.

- Better than I imagined.
- What's that?

Ah, in due course.

- Ah!
- Oh.

- All in the wrist.
- The wrist.

Why didn't I see the plane?
It should have flown right over me.

- Weren't you in your car at the time?
- I had my top down.

- Maybe the sun got in your eyes.
- The sun was behind me.

And what about the explosions?

Why did I hear the plane
explode on the radio...

before I heard
the plane explode here?

Echo in the canyon.
I don't know.

You the eyewitness?

Near as I can figure, the magneto came
loose. No way he could maintain power.

- What about the tracks up above?
- Probably tried to make a forced landing.

Why didn't he just
stop the plane or jump out?

Ma'am,
I'm still investigating.

Yo! Rick Badham.

Couldn't help but tune in
to what you were sayin'.

Rick "the Badman" Badham?

- Bingo!
- Oh.

I listen to your station
all the time.

- In fact, I was tuned in
to KROT when this all happened.

Doug and I were pretty tight.

I can't believe he augers in
after 15 years without a scratch.

I can't quite believe it either,
based on the evidence.

You mean everything
isn't copacetic?

I'm a private investigator.
I'm trained to look for clues.

This is one. There was a vehicle
parked here this morning.

From the looks of the terrain,
probably a four-wheel drive vehicle.

And these marks- It looks as if
someone were dragging something.

Whoa!
What are you saying?

- I'm not sure, yet.
- Miss Holt?

I thought you'd be interested to know.
The coroner just called.

They took a. 38 slug
out of Doug West's skull.

He was a good pilot, a good friend, a good man.

Doug, old buddy,
we know you're still flying.

Just a little higher now.
That's all.

So from all of us down here
who are gonna miss you, Doug...

this one's for you.

Oh, no.

Oh!

Would you get her out of here?

Uh, he- He's right, Marcia.
This doesn't look too good.

- But- But- But-
- Well put. And I understand completely.

Look, we'll catch up later,
all right?

I'll see you tonight.

Norman, are you crazy?
Her husband's still smoldering...

and you're hugging and kissing
the grieving widow!

Come on, Bud.
Will you relax?

What, are people gonna think
that I killed Doug West?

I was on the air at the time,
remember?

Thanks to you.

Intolerable.

Yeah.

Understandable.
Mm-hmm.

Inexcusable.

Unintentional and-

- Good day.
- A man of few words.

The gentleman on the other end
had quite a few.

That was Leon-
Leon Pulver, the press agent.

- Your 8:00 appointment?
- I forgot all about it.

Forgot? I've been building you up
to Leon for weeks now.

The man was dying to meet you
three hours ago.

- Something came up.
- What could be more important...

than meeting the man who's gonna
put us in People magazine?

- Mr. Steele, your partner in crime...
- Oh.

stumbled across the most
bizarre murder case in years.

It's- It's totally baffling.

Really? Bizarre? Baffling?

Hold on.

Uh, Mildred?

Get me Leon Pulver, will you?
Thank you very much indeed.

Bye. Ah.

I can see the headlines
now, Laura. Oh.

Excellent work. Excellent work.
Oh, yeah.

Uh, hello, Doctor.

Last week, you referred to
the use of vegetables.

- Fourteen-Krot?
- KROT- 14-Karat.

- It is not important
what vegetables you use.

Carrots, corn on the cob,
zucchini.

- They are all terrific.
- A radio cooking show?

That's Dr. Pam,
the phone-in sex therapist.

Oh. I must remember
to get the recipe book.

Laura!
What's the haps?

- Rick Badham, Remington Steele.
- Dyno.

What say we barge in
on the boss?

- Frank-
- No, no. I got to him first, Badman.

Now, Frank, how about this?

Lyman, that is the most idiotic
thing I have ever heard.

- Does that mean no, Frank?
- Frank, these are the detectives I was telling you about.

And I told you- too expensive.

Hi. Jack Lyman.

Rhymin' Lyman,
Jingles, Incorporated.

- Do you need a snappy promo?
- Actually, I was-

- No.
- Oh, no. Forget it.

- Frank, think about Doug.
- Oh, Doug was an idiot.

He drove a plane
and looked at traffic.

Is that a job for a grown man?

- Dix!
- Uh-oh.

Have Sex - Will Travel.

Vegetable lady? Yeah.

This is the last straw, Dix.
I have done everything you've asked...

to promote this
miserable station.

I give free advice
at Folsom prison.

I got in the ring to rap
with professional wrestlers.

But I have to
draw the line somewhere!

- You got a point, Doc?
- I am a professional.

An eminent psychologist.

I do not do demolition derbies!

Oh, you deal with anger
and frustration.

Demolition derbies deal with
anger and frustration.

What's the problem?

I quit!
I'm going to cable!

Good riddance.
And take your vegetables with you.

- Oh, I told you no.
- As a devoted listener...

Mr. Steele is willing to waive all fees
unless we catch the killer.

Oh. Well,
a true humanitarian.

- Good hunting, Mr. Steele.
- Mm-hmm.

The man really warms up when he gets
something for nothing, doesn't he?

You said you wanted to meet
Tyler and Austin?

They were the last ones
to speak with Doug West.

They're right down here.
Studio "C."

Hey, I gotta run.
Good luck.

I'll catch you on the "B" side.

And on a lighter note, they're
developing an edible greeting card.

The card is said to provide
good wishes and a free lunch.

So when you care enough
to send the very best-

Now back to more of your music
with Rick Badham. Rick.

Thanks, Melody.
This is Rick "the Badman" Badham.

You know I'm bad,
and that's good.

And how about this good news?
Famed L.A. detective Remington Steele...

has just agreed to find the killer
of KROT's own Doug West.

Bad news for the bad guys.
Good news for the rest of us!

Now let's get to some really bad sounds
I know you're gonna love...

'cause the Badman
knows what's good for you.

- So much for our cover.
- Mm-hmm.

- That's the price of fame.
- Shall we?

I know who did it,
but you'll never get it out of me.

They'll tell me.
She'll talk when I get through with her.

Help! Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Just when it looked like
it was the end for Pauline...

Rex Righteous, local hero,
burst through the door.

- Rex Righteous?
- Remington Steele actually.

- Bud, you wanna stick to the script?
- Addlepated Theater!

- One of my favorites.
- I won't tell anyone.

Remington Steele,
meet, um, Bud Tyler.

- Hello, Bud.
- And Norman Austin.

- Hello, Norman. How are you?
- And you are?

Laura Holt.
I listen to you every morning.

Bud, quick, get Frank.
Tell him we've found our audience.

What-What can we do for you?

We're private investigators
hired by the station...

to find Doug West's killer.

Real tragedy.
I never heard an unkind word about Doug.

Yeah, he was
a happily married man.

Doug and Marcia were
a happy couple.

Very happy. Blissful.

Evidence suggests that Doug's
body was placed in the plane...

after it landed, and then
it was deliberately crashed.

- But Doug was on the radio this morning.
- You spoke with him?

Uh, yeah.

Is it possible someone
cut into your broadcast?

- Oh, I'm afraid that's-
- No, it's possible.

Someone could patch in
through another studio...

or even set up some sort
of remote intercept.

Sounds like science fiction
to me.

Are you suggesting that someone
was impersonating Doug West?

Well, someone could have put on
tapes of Doug's voice.

Thank you.
I think you've narrowed our search...

to someone familiar
with the station.

G- Glad to be of help.

I've been giving this
second thoughts, Laura.

Bizarre and baffling
though it may be...

is this the appropriate
time to be tackling a case like this?

I mean, if we flop...

we flop in front of
a very large audience.

Think of the publicity
if we crack it.

Think of the publicity if we
don't crack it, more's the point.

- He wouldn't wait, boss.
- Ah, Leon!

Steele!
Is my guy brilliant or what?

Announcing a major case
on the radio!

Chills, Steele.
It gave me chills.

Why does the man need me,
I ask myself?

- Good question.
- Listen, baby...

I just got off the car phone with
the west coast bureau chief of People.

Flipped over
this latest case of yours.

I mean, a guy crashes an airplane
with a bullet in his head?

It's new, it's different,
and it plays to their demographics.

- They liked it?
- What "like"?

We're talkin'
animal passion here.

Solve this one,
the cover's yours.

Gotta fly.
Keep me informed.

Try to solve it before Thursday so we can
meet their deadline.

- People magazine?
- It's- It's to promote the agency, Mildred.

- I didn't hear my name mentioned.
- Come along, Miss Holt.

- Let's get cracking on the Doug West case.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- I've been thinking.
- Yes?

Our culprit has to be involved
in the radio station, right?

- Our culprit?
- Am I or am I not in training?

- Proceed, Mildred.
- Okay.

Logically, someone has to go undercover
at the radio station.

Someone crafty,
someone who could blend in.

Scratch that. Mr. Steele and I have
already been seen by everyone there.

Miss Holt, I think we have,
uh, created a monster here.

I give you full credit, Mr. Steele.

- Dr. Krebs. You're on the air.
- It's my husband.

- He's playing around.
- How long you been married?

- Twenty-eight years.
- Children?

- Three.
- He's a louse. Soak him for everything he's got.

- Dr. Krebs. You're on the air.
- My boyfriend likes me...

to sing his college fight songs
when we make love.

He's sick. Dump him.
Dr. Krebs. You're on the air.

I'm going blind, and she's
playing Sigmund Freud, P.I.

You're the one who encouraged her
to spread her wings.

Yes, but not at the expense
of the nest.

I mean, what happened
to good old Mildred?

Sweet, adoring and servile.

She found out her boss
is a fraud, remember?

Sometimes the truth
can be so, uh, unnecessary.

I don't mean to
inconvenience you, Mr. Steele...

but could we focus on
our background check of Doug West?

Mm-hmm.

Sounds like a moneygrubbing
bimbo to me.

Dump her, or start talking
prenuptial agreement.

Dr. Krebs.
You're on the air.

I'm 50 years old and own
a prosperous line of clothing stores.

I was widowed last year.
Unfortunately...

the only women I find interested in me
are young things after my money.

Where can I go to find a mature woman who will
look beyond my wealth and social standing?

Give me your number.
I'll get right back to you.

I see we're ready for a newsbreak.
I'll be back in five.

And remember, Dr. Krebs
is always in for you.

One of L.A.'s largest indoor
malls closed its doors today...

following a series
of bizarre mishaps...

that ended in the arrest
of its owner for murder.

The mall, one of the most
expensive enclosed shopping areas...

in Southern California,
was plagued from its inception.

A million-dollar robbery,
followed by several disruptive incidents...

created a major scandal from which
the project could never recover.

- Turning to sports.
In regional basketball action last night...

John, "the Slammer"Hensdale stopped
the Titans 127-98.

Hitting from inside-

I think we got this one locked up.

Let's huddle.

- I got our motive.
- Mm-hmm?

Okay. Your typical love triangle.
Boy meets girl.

Girl is married.
Boy kills husband.

Boy and girl
live happily ever after.

Could we assign names
to these boys and girls?

- Norman Austin and Mrs. Doug West.
- You're kidding!

I caught them in the middle
of a very hot embrace.

- Body Heat.
- It certainly was.

Kathleen Turner, William Hurt.
Warner Bros., 1981.

Mmm. A man and a woman plot
to kill the woman's husband...

in order to make it look
like an accident.

- What did you kids dig up?
- It seems that our Mrs. West...

is the sole beneficiary
of a very large life insurance policy.

It could be
a very nice windfall...

for a fading disc jockey
facing forced retirement.

I found out that Tyler and Austin
are losing audience.

- Good work, Mildred.
- But you're overlooking the man's alibi.

Norman Austin was on the air
when the plane blew up. I heard him.

It can't be
Norman Austin.

I've listened to him
forever.

The only thing he's guilty of
is making bad jokes.

- Addlepated Theater.
- What about it?

Bud does all
those silly voices.

It's both of them-
Tyler and Austin.

Mr. Steele, I think People magazine
has turned your mind to mush.

No, I really think I have something here, Laura.

What are you grinning at,
Mr. Steele?

Someone just tried to kill us.

Precisely, Miss Holt.

We must be on the right track.

Good mornin: Los Angeles.
Norman Austin here.

Along with Bud Tyler
and this staggering statistic.

Somewhere in this country,
there's a woman giving birth...

every one-and-a-half seconds.

Loose woman.

You know, Norm,
all this talk about sushi...

I finally went out
and got some last night.

Did you like it?

Well, I didn't know. But I got it home...

cooked it up,
and it didn't taste half bad.

Slick operation.

- You win, Mr. Steele.
- Mm-hmm.

- How long have you been here?
- Long enough.

For those of you ready to leave for work,
let's open the KROT window...

and check out
the traffic situation.

- Norman didn't come in
yesterday morning, did he?

- No.
- You covered for him, right?

Yeah.

Not real pretty, is it, Bud?

Take my advice and stay off the freeways
and stay in bed...

'cause here come the hits.

Norman- Norman, I'm glad you're here.
Wha-What am I gonna do?

Play the record, Bud.

- I didn't want to believe it.
- Believe what?

We know about you
and Mrs. West.

Adultery's such a killer
in this day and age?

We know about the life insurance.
Very clever.

People hear you on the radio while you're
out there disposing of Doug West's body.

And very fortunate that you have a talented
partner with the ability to imitate your voice.

- Oh, now, wait a minute.
- I confess! I confess!

- He did it.
- Bud!

Norm, I did all I could.
She wasn't worth it. She wasn't worth it!

Bud, you've finally
gone crazy.

Where were you
yesterday morning?

- I was with Marcia, okay?
- Did anyone else see you?

Of course not.

A woman's honor is at stake.

Can two killers alibi each other?

I did not kill Doug West.

- Norm-
- Bud, will you stop blubbering?

I suppose you're gonna deny running us
down last night in your car, yeah?

Last night, I was at a lodge meeting.
You can check that one out.

- I drove the car.
- What?

I wanted
to protect you, Norm.

I wanted to scare them off.

You should've confided in me.
I'm your partner.

I care more about you than-
than Marcia West ever could.

Your compassion is gonna put us
both away, you nitwit.

I don't think you two should say another
word until your lawyer is present.

Can we at least finish our show?

Hey, buddy, put it here.

Yeah, that's super.
Okay, Steele, try the pipe.

All right. Now, Miss Holt...

could you just
slip in over here, please?

Miss Holt?

- I'm ready.
- In a minute, sweetheart.

In a minute.

Uh, Miss Holt...

I think our readers would like to know...

what it's like to work with
such a sexy...

brilliant man as Mr. Steele.

Excuse me.

Obviously overcome.

Remington Steele. Soon to be
on newsstands everywhere.

Uh, Laura?

I just can't believe
they did it.

Um, Laura, as we found
with the Atomic Man case...

our image of cherished celebrities can be
a cruel distortion of the truth.

Exactly. I thought Tyler and Austin
were bright, upbeat guys...

but they're just a pair
of over-the-hill disc jockeys.

- Precisely.
- Too worn down and too dumb...

to be able to pull off an ingenious crime
like the one we're dealing with.

Yes?

Norman Austin on the phone
from jail...

and he wants to make
a full confession.

- Is this what you call a formal confession?
- Shut up, Bud.

You brought us in. I figured you should
be the ones to hear the real story.

- Tell 'em, Norm.
- I will, Bud.

Just don't worry.

Look, there's no reason
to keep Bud here any longer.

I killed Doug West
by myself.

Okay, Norman,
you killed Doug. How?

- Shot him.
- Where?

In the head.
It all happened so fast.

When you boarded the plane yesterday,
did you gesture to the air controller?

Yeah. I saluted.

- No, you didn't. You gave the thumbs-up.
- Right. Right.

- My famous thumbs-up gesture.
- Then you flew to Malibu Canyon.

- That's right.
- What did you do then?

- I bailed out.
- No, you landed.

- But I thought of bailing out.
- Okay, let's just end...

this little charade
right now, shall we?

- Neither of you killed Doug West.
- Does that mean we can go?

I'm afraid not.

Why would you try something so foolish
as a false confession, Norm?

I can take a bum rap.

God knows this place
isn't much worse than the station.

It's better hours too.
But look at him.

He won't last a month in here.

He's my partner.

He's been the butt of my jokes for
20 years. He's never complained.

He's covered for me more times
than I can remember.

He wouldn't be in jail if he
hadn't tried to protect me.

I thought it was time to
finally try to pay him back.

- That was beautiful, Norm.
- Shut up, Bud.

Leon- Le-
Will you calm down, Leon?

Look, there's no need
to kill yourself.

No, no. There's no need
to kill me either.

Look, we can still wrap this whole thing
up by Thursday night, okay?

Fine.

Get inspired, will you, Laura.

This is the tightest frame
I've ever encountered.

Whoever's behind it
had to know...

that Norm visited Marcia
every other morning.

Now all we need to do is ferret
someone out and pin it on them.

Hello?

- Got something for you.
- And have I got something for you.

You need help.
Buzz off.

I thought you'd be interested
in knowing...

who's moved into Tyler and Austin's
drive-time slot.

- Who?
- Rick Badham.

We're clutching at straws, Laura.

You want that magazine cover? Hmm?

I'm clutching, I'm clutching.

- Rick was the one who hired us.
- What better way to deflect suspicion?

If he wanted the drive-time slot so badly,
why not kill Tyler and Austin outright...

- instead of framing them for Doug West's murder?
- I don't know.

What do you say we follow our only lead
and ask questions later?

There's no need to get so snippy, Miss Holt.

Okay, Badham. Let's see
just how bad you really are.

Um, don't get
too close, Laura, okay?

- Relax, will you? You're making me nervous.
- Oh.

Do we know them?

- I hope not.
- Please pull over!

You've just won the KROT
sticker giveaway!

Go away!
We don't want any stickers!

Please pull over!

Your bumper sticker-
You win!

- We don't want to win!
- We don't listen to you!

It's a trip for two to Hawaii!

- Laura-
- No!

- Albums?
- Cool Fire?

- Miserable group.
- And what's your favorite radio station?

Couldn't you listen to FM
like everyone else?

- Brilliant work.
- I thought it was awful.

Not the music,
the quality of the copy.

It's a total counterfeit.

I checked with that record company, and that
album isn't due out for another month yet.

Only a handful of deejays
were given promotional copies.

Mildred swiped this one
from the station.

It's a perfect setup.
Rick copies promotional albums.

Mmm. And when
the real album is released...

he's ready to flood the market
with counterfeits.

What a wonderfully
ingenious scheme.

Low overhead, high return...

a youthful market
with a disposable income...

- continually looking for a sound
that's easy to dance to. - Mm-hmm.

- A man could make millions.
- Mm-hmm.

You're right.
What's this got to do with Doug West?

That's what we're going to
find out at the warehouse...

where Rick Badham
picked up these albums.

I think I got something.

From the looks of these entries, Doug was
flying a lot more than traffic reports.

Of course. Huh.
A plane would expand the distribution...

and make it almost impossible
to trace anything back to the plant.

According to this, everything
was being split three ways.

We know Doug and Rick.

Now all we need
is the third man.

Well, if it isn't
Orson Welles...

I can't be of any
immediate help.

- The Third Man. Joseph Cotten-
- I got it the first time.

Oh.

Rick, can you hear me?

Bad news for the Badman.

Rick, why did you
kill Doug West?

I was in the studio.

Patched in tapes.

Doug got greedy.

Threatened to go to the police.

Who killed him, Rick?

- Who killed Doug West?
- Who did this to you?

And at 7:02, this is
Rick "the Badman"Badham.

You know I'm bad,
and that's bad.

No, that's good.
And, boy, does my head hurt.

I really got clunked yesterday,
but I'm all right now.

I'm good, and I've got quite
a bad story to tell you...

but, uh, more about that later.

- No reason we have to listen.
- I hope this works.

Don't worry.
When the killer hears Rick...

he'll come back to finish what he started,
and we'll nail him.

Okay.

Careful, Mr. Steele.

For all you Tyler and Austin fans,
the Badman has it on good authority...

- that your favorite deejays
were released last night.

- Mrs. West?
- Out of my way!

You couldn't have killed your husband.
You were with Norman.

- Where's Rick Badham?
- Mrs. West, I'm afraid you don't-

He got Doug killed
and framed my Norman for it!

Mrs. West, give me the gun.
You're not going to shoot anyone.

No one's gonna stop me!

Mrs. West, you couldn't have
killed your husband.

You were with Norman.

Mrs. West,
put down that gun.!

I thought she was with Norman!

- She was!
- Then why is she shooting at us?

- She's distraught.
- How many is that?

I've been too busy
ducking to count!

Come on. Come on.

- Rhymin' Lyman?
- Bud?

Norman.

I want to thank all you fine folks
out there at KROT...

who gave me the chance
to talk to all you troubled...

and perverted souls out there.

Though I'm leavin' the airwaves,
don't despair...

'cause I'm workin' on my own advice book-
"Kandid"Krebs.

- So long.
- Thanks for stoppin' by, Doc Krebs.

Okay.

- You are listening to Tyler and Austin.
- Yes, we're still on the air.

And we want to thank all those listeners
who wrote us while we were in jail.

- Well, I didn't see those letters.
- Norm, sorry.

I got it right here.

And speaking of thanks, this next tune's
for two special people out there-

Remington Steele
and Laura Holt.

So that little cretin
Lyman killed Doug West.

Lyman was the mastermind behind
the counterfeiting operation...

only he couldn't hold it together.

Doug West got greedy,
so Lyman killed him.

He forced Rick into helping
him cover up the murder...

but then Lyman got scared
that Rick might talk.

- That's what they were fighting about when Rick got killed.
- Too bad about Rick.

Wasn't much of a deejay,
but he worked cheap.

Oh, what the hell.
The show must go on.

Say, you don't think you could lend me
Dr. Krebs for a little while, do you?

What kind of bucks we talking?

On the other hand,
sex therapists are a dime a dozen.

- Wait. I'm easy.
- Hey, Leon.!

- Storm clouds, baby. The cover's off.
- Why?

New York liked it better when
the two old deejays did it.

But this version's stronger.
It's more convoluted.

Too convoluted.
Who can follow it?

What about the counterfeit
record angle?

They did that story
two months ago. Old news.

- We were so close, baby.
- Uh-huh.

You approached greatness,
and then you veered left.

The truth happened
to get in the way.

I hope this has been
a lesson to you.

Ciao.

Don't be too hard
on yourself, Mr. Steele.

Oh, what's a few more million
adoring fans, more or less, eh?

Would you settle for just one?

Hmm. Well, Miss Holt,
as they say in the parlance...

let's blow this pop stand,
shall we, eh?

- I thought you'd never ask.
- Let's go.

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