All language subtitles for Remington Steele s04e14 Steele.eng

I'll teach him, graphically,
I don't like game playing.

Don't you think that's a little severe?

- I just wanna get my hands on that- that-
- Greaseball?

A woman with intelligence,
determination, training...

can be as stupidly macho
as any man.

Dirty Harry is getting to look
better and better.

- What happened?
- Somebody rigged the elevator.

He's lucky to be alive.

Okay, have it your way.
Come on, boys. Let's go.

"The Wild Bunch" doesn't need us.

Remington Steele?

Oh.

- He's not in yet.
- Laura Holt?

I'm gonna use you
for target practice, Brunhilde.

Miss Holt's not here either.

Who is it that wants
to see them?

The spirit of Christmas past.

Lieutenant Benjamin, this is Mildred Krebs,
Remington Steele Investigations.

That nut who held us hostage
on Christmas Eve- He just strolled in.

Out on bail?
That animal is out on bail?

No. No, he didn't threaten me.

Oh, yeah, you do that.
Oh, look into it.

If there is another time,
I hope I'm alive to call you.

Oh. Sorry.

Oh! Oh, boss, you won't believe
who was just in here.

Dancer, the loony tune
in the Santa suit.

Go ahead, pretty boy.
Take your best shot.

Boss?

I- I'm sorry, Mildred.

The man's made
an indelible impression on me.

- You don't see me laughing it off, do you?
- What did he want?

He asked for you, then Miss Holt.

When I said you weren't here, he left.

- All right. Alert Miss Holt straightaway, will you?
- Right.

Ow.! Damn it.

- Sorry, Miss Holt.
- It's all right, Wally.

I'm familiar
with the expression and the feeling.

Darn wrench slipped.

How's it going?

If we can ever get the coupling back on,
we oughta be in business.

Hope I'm not inconveniencing
you too much.

Nah.

The last manager we had
never wanted to do anything.

Oh, I enjoy it. It's a real pleasure
to work with my hands again.

My last situation was a real brain drain.
Think, think, think.

If I hadn't left,
I think I would have gone nuts.

- Hello?
- Miss Holt?

The boss wanted me to call you.

- Dancer just paid us a visit.
- Who?

Dancer. The guy that threatened to blow up
this building unless he was paid $2 million.

He came to the office?

I know I should be an old pro at this,
but I'm still shaking.

Did he do anything?
Make any threats?

Being on the same planet
with that creep is threat enough.

The boss wanted me to warn you,
so be on your toes.

I will, Mildred. Thanks.

- Hey, I'm gonna need that.
- Shh!

Don't hit me. I'm bonded.

Oh! Oh, I'm sorry.
Please forgive me.

I- I thought-
I thought you were, uh, the plumber.

I've been waiting for him all week.

It got so bad, I had to try to fix
the faucet myself.

Lady, I've been bitten by dogs, chased by
monkeys and mugged by little old ladies.

But you're the first person who ever tried to
turn out my lights because of a leaky faucet.

It was purely unintentional.

- Laura Holt?
- Yes. That's me.

Sign here, please.

- Just a minute.
- Uh, wh-what for?

- The tip?
- It's okay. I live simply.

Do you always
answer the door like that?

Only on Tuesdays.

Hmm.

"May the hands of time
never dim your loveliness. "

- Mmm.
- Little corny.

I kind of like it.

- Boyfriend?
- Secret admirer.

Well, that's some admiration.

- How's the sink, Wally?
- Hmm? Oh, it's all fixed.

Uh-huh. Good.
I've got to get dressed.

Oh. You really like that, huh,
the "hands of time"?

Have a nice day, Wally.

I'll call you
if there's any problems.

I really appreciate
everything you did.

- Right. Bye.
- Bye.

- Bye.
- Bye-bye.

As much as I can get
on that hairbag.

- Where do you pick up all these expressions?
- Television, I guess.

- I thought you only watched PBS.
- His name is Anthony Delgetti.

Served in the armed forces.
Never made it past corporal.

I don't see any mention
of that Silver Star he was so proud of.

He spent most of his time
in the stockade.

He was even accused
of fragging his own lieutenant.

Blew the poor guy to smithereens.
Only get this.

Another dogface
who saw everything...

suddenly couldn't remember
who threw the grenade.

Since then, he's been
in and out of prison...

mostly for aggravated assault
in the commission of a felony.

Mr. Delgetti seems to be following
an established pattern.

The chief witness against him
mysteriously reneges...

and the little corporal slithers out
from underneath the murder charge.

- Think he's trying to frighten us from testifying?
- He goes to trial next week.

We're firsthand witnesses to a kidnapping,
extortion, assault with a deadly weapon.

He might spend the next 20 years
making license plates.

However, if he can frighten
the professionals like Miss Holt and myself-

Need some water, Mildred?

- Professionals? - Yes. If Dancer
can stop Miss Holt and myself from-

Something stuck in your throat?

Aw, come on, chief.
Don't you consider me a professional?

Of course I do, Mildred.
I'm sorry. Forgive me. It's an oversight.

Here you go, darling.
There you go, hey?

So you think Dancer wants
to keep us professionals from testifying.

If he succeeds,
the other witnesses might fall in line.

- And he walks away clean?
- Considering the alternative, it's worth the risk.

How do we stop that slimeball?
Alistair Cooke says that a lot.

Does he?
Call the other witnesses.

Try not to alarm them unduly. Just tell them
that Dancer might be in their neighborhood.

In the meantime, I'm gonna see if the great
Remington Steele can pull any strings...

- and jerk him back behind the bars.
- Okay.

Hello, pretty face.

I'd love to splatter
that pretty face all over this room.

What do you want?

Anything you've got to offer.

You know, you look all frazzled.

What you need is a vacation...

a long vacation
away from everything.

Sorry. I can't take one right now.

I have to testify at your trial.

- Do you?
- Absolutely.

You ever hear that expression,
"back from the grave"?

Well, that's the only way
you're gonna testify, pretty face.

Okay. I contacted
all the potential witnesses, chief...

except for Dr. S. Wilson Scabbard.

Ah, yes. "Podiatrist to the Stars. "

- He's on his way to his office in Encino.
- Okay. Keep trying.

Okay.

That hairbag. That slimeball!

- You watch PBS too?
- He had the nerve, the audacity...

the unmitigated gall to show up
on my doorstep and threaten me.

That's it.
I'm calling the police.

I already did that.
Dancer's story is that he heard...

there was a loft available
in my building.

He was looking for the manager.
Had no idea I lived there.

The police warned him to stay away from me
and the other witnesses.

- That's it?
- The foundation of American jurisprudence...

is that a man is innocent
until proven guilty.

Dirty Harry is getting to look
better and better.

- I'll give the doc another buzz.
- Uh-huh.

Ah, quite a morning, hey?

Hmm.

And it isn't even half over yet.

- Oh. New watch?
- Yes.

Oh. Lovely.

And very expensive.

Well, you're entitled to splurging yourself
every once in a while, eh?

After all, you're worth it.

And what makes you think
I bought this for myself?

- Well, nothing. I just assumed-
- As I remember...

you told me you were on your way
to buy me a Christmas present...

when Dancer
and his group showed up.

- Was I?
- What, perchance, was that present?

- Hmm?
- Oh, well, it's, uh- It's a dim memory now...

but as I recall, it was a, um-

It- It was a watch of sorts.

A watch?

Yeah, yeah.
Uh, Saks had a rather nice collection.

Any style in particular?

Uh, gold band
with, uh, tiny little diamonds on the face.

- Like this one?
- Uh, similar.

- It arrived this morning.
- Oh?

- With a note.
- Oh, really?

"May the hands of time
never dim your loveliness. "

Little corny, isn't it?

It was signed
"Your secret admirer. "

Haven't we been through this once before?

- It started with flowers.
- Oh, yeah?

- A different bouquet every day for a week.
- Ah.

- And candy.
- Huh.

The kind that costs
$25 a pound.

Oh, dear me.
Lucky you've got a sweet tooth, hey?

- A few of his notes even mentioned you.
- Who, me?

And not in a very flattering light,
I might add.

Something to the effect
that I'd be much better off without you.

And my secret admirer hinted
that I had to make a choice: you or him.

Oh, dear me.
Where do they come from, Laura?

Where does who come from?

Those poor, demented souls
running around loose out there.

First of all Dancer,
now your closet Casanova.

Any idea who it might be,
Mr. Steele?

Someone who cares
very deeply for you, perhaps even loves you...

but can't bring himself
to express those feelings directly.

I wish he'd stop
beating around the bush.

He might.

When?

When the time is right, no doubt.

He'd better watch out.
I might just get tired of waiting.

- His loss, my gain.
- Don't be so sure.

I might just get tired
of waiting for everyone.

Oh, Laura.

- About the watch-
- Yes?

What time is it?

He should be drawn and quartered...

tarred and feathered,
diced and sliced.

You said it.
Hanging's too good for Dancer.

- Not Dancer. Him!
- The boss?

- See this watch?
- It's a little too close to get a good look, honey.

He tried this little charade
once before.

He sent me flowers- buckets and baskets
and bushels of them-

every day for weeks on end
with smutty little love poems.

- Signed, "Your secret admirer"-
- I was there, remember?

so that he could become jealous
of his competition and fight for me...

so he could realize
how much I meant to him.

I was there, remember?

I would be so flattered I'd fall right into
his arms, not to mention his bed.

- Perfect way for that-That-
- Dirtbag?

To have his cake and eat it too.

Oh, sounds delicious.

If I remember correctly...

the last time he tried this gambit,
he charged everything to the agency.

Well, this time,
we'll beat him at his own game.

Mildred, I want you
to cut off his credit.

Everywhere- the agency florist,
department stores.

Report his credit cards stolen.

Don't you think
that's a little severe?

I'll teach him, graphically and irrevocably,
that I don't like game playing...

that he doesn't need to go through
all these elaborate ruses.

All I need...

is a little honesty...

a little verbal commitment...

a gentle touch...

a soft caress.

Stop it, lady.
You're turning me on.

Remind me to have a bell
put on that door, Mildred.

How nice of you to wander by,
Lieutenant Benjamin...

considering it's been
two hours since Dancer came calling.

Yeah, well, you weren't the only one
on his itinerary.

Dr. Scabbard was crushed under an
X- ray machine about an hour ago.

He's in intensive care right now.
He's critical, but he's stable.

What about Dancer?

Delgetti was staying
with his sister.

She says he took off in the middle of the night.
Hasn't heard from him since.

- Any leads where he might be?
- No, not yet, but we'll find the little weasel.

- Hopefully before he gets us.
- That's why I'm here.

The others consented
to police protection.

So these two out here-
They belong to you.

We appreciate your offer,
Lieutenant, but no sale.

Delgetti is a certified psycho.
You know what he's trying to do?

He's trying to scare you all
into instant amnesia.

Since the others heard
what happened to Scabbard...

they're not too gung ho
about testifying.

Lieutenant, how is it going to look
to potential clients...

if one man, no matter
how psychotic he may be...

is able to frighten us
into hiding behind the police?

You've got to be alive
to have clients, Miss Holt.

Why don't you just
forget the P.R. and be sensible?

Tell her, Steele.

My subordinate is merely
echoing a tenet of mine...

that I set down
when I founded this agency.

Miss Krebs?

Let the creep come.

I could lock you all up
as material witnesses.

We'd be out
before you finished the paperwork.

Okay. Have it your way.
Come on, boys. Let's go.

"The Wild Bunch" doesn't need us.

I'll visit each of
the other witnesses...

let them know we're not going to be
intimidated by Dancer.

Perhaps we should
regroup at your place.

I have this sudden, uncontrollable
urge for, uh, togetherness.

- I'm for that.
- I should be home around 6:00.

Well, here, take this. Just in case
you bump into any stray X-ray machines.

Feisty piece of baggage,
our Miss Holt.

- Little too feisty for my blood.
- She has a point to prove.

- What's that?
- That a woman with intelligence...

determination and a certain
amount of training...

can be as stupidly macho
as any man.

Comes down to that, huh?

You mean we're playing clay pigeons
so she can win the battle of the sexes?

Oh, the only battle
worth fighting for, Mildred.

Oh, well-

I have to tell you, chief.
You've lost this round.

- She's onto you.
- Oh? In what context?

Well, this secret admirer stuff?
She knows it's you.

Does she now?

- Just like before.
- Oh, Mildred, you know me well enough by now...

to realize I never repeat myself.

Makes one too predictable.

Are you telling me
you aren't sending her all those gifts?

Not a one.
Ah, but don't tell her that.

I'm lost.
There's a nuance here that escapes me.

She's the one sending the gifts.

- To herself?
- Exactly.!

- Why?
- Oh, Mildred, it's so obvious.

Listen, in my day,
when a guy gave you something...

he made damn sure
you knew about it...

so's he could collect,
if you know what I mean.

She wants me to believe
that there really is someone else...

to force me into declaring my eternal,
undying devotion to her.

So, I'm not ruffled
by this secret admirer.

I'm simply going to
wait her out...

driving her sufficiently bananas
until she 'fesses up.

You two do love to play
all these little games, don't you?

Adds spice
to a relationship, Mildred. Yes.

- Where are you going?
- To buy a new gun for the agency.

Oh, make it two.
And while you're at it-

- Throw in a bazooka.
- Eh.

Oh.

Dinner's almost ready.

- Hello?
- Ho, ho, ho.

Now listen, you slimy-

Oh.!

Mildred?
Everything all right?

Fine, Ralph.
Everything is fine.

Night then.

Ralph, would you wait
for me a minute?

- Uh, I'll ride down with you.
- Sure.

I can meet Mr. Steele in the lobby. Oh.

Oh.

Oh, damn it. Forget it.

- Hello?
- Wally?

- Miss Holt?
- I hope, uh, I'm not disturbing you.

No, no.
As a matter of fact, I just got in.

- Are you busy?
- Is the sink backed up again?

No, uh-

I was just wondering if maybe
you wanted to come up for a drink.

- Now?
- If-If you're not doing anything.

No. Heck, no. I just got in.

Well, I'll be here.

I'll see you in a bit then.

Yes. Is Lieutenant Benjamin
there, please?

Do you know where he went?

Well, did it have anything to do
with the Delgetti case?

I've been trying to reach
my associate Remington Steele.

There's no answer
at his apartment or the office.

I was wondering if maybe Lieutenant Benjamin
might have spoken to him.

Yes. My name is Laura Holt,
and I'm very anxious to hear from him.

My number is 555-6235.

Thank you.

Where are you?

- Who is it?
- It's Wally. Wally Donovan.

Oh.

What is this?

Somebody left it
at your door this afternoon.

I didn't want anybody to steal it,
so I took it to my place.

It's kinda spooky in here.

I- I didn't realize how late it was.

What can I get you to drink, Wally?

Uh, club soda, if you have it.

I don't drink, smoke or do drugs.

You won't think
less of me if I have a drink, will you?

It's been a rough day.

Oh, no. Nothing wrong
with a drink now and then.

I'll drink to that.

See, I used to be
very heavy into drugs...

every controlled substance
known to man...

and a few that haven't
been invented yet.

See, it was a crutch.
Whenever things started moving in...

I'd just take a trip
to happy-land.

Missed a whole decade that way.

- When it got the better of me, I had to quit.
- You're right, Wally.

- When it got the better of me, I had to quit.
- You're right, Wally.

Mustn't let things
get the better of us.

Hello?

Is there something wrong?

Just a- creep.

Nothing for you
to worry about.

You know, I never dreamed
we'd be here like this...

sharing a drink.

You expecting company?

What? Oh, uh-

just some people from the office.

- Your boss?
- I don't know what's keeping him.

Is that why
you asked me up here...

to kill time before he came?

No. Not at all.

I was just, uh-
I just wanted to thank you...

for all the nice things you've done for me
since you became manager.

I really appreciate it, Wally.

There isn't anybody in this building
I'd rather do things for than you, Miss Holt.

Laura.

Laura.

I don't intend this
as a put-down or anything...

but how did you wind up
managing a building?

Oh, well, this is just temporary.

I needed a place
to mellow out...

you know,
after my last situation.

Those were the worst
eight months of my life, Miss Holt.

Laura.

Locked up in a room all day
by myself.

No windows.

I- I was- I was an analyst.

I had to separate material...

determine its essential
features and their relations.

You know, sometimes-

Sometimes I think the more you use your mind,
the more confused you get.

I'm beginning to agree with you.

The mind can play
terrible tricks if you let it.

Aren't you gonna open
your present?

I don't know about you,
but it's driving me crazy.

You know,
when I was a kid...

I couldn't wait to see what I got
for Christmas or- or my birthday.

I'd always sneak into my mother's closet
and open the presents right away...

but be real careful
so she didn't know I did it.

You know, I'd-
I'd slip the Scotch tape off...

and then refold the paper back
just the way it was.

Then I'd act surprised
when I'd open it up in front of her.

- She never did catch on.
- Here goes.

Oh!

Well, that's cute.
Who's it from?

- One guess.
- Your secret admirer?

Give the man a silver dollar.

- He sure knows what you like.
- Oh.

You know, whoever it is
obviously took the time...

to learn a great deal
about you.

Well, cards and gifts
are one thing.

But I wish the guy would get off the dime
and say something to me.

Maybe he can't.

Maybe he's afraid
you'll laugh at him.

Believe me, Wally.

That's the last thing I'd do.

What kind of guy
do you think he is?

Warm.

Gentle.
Very loving.

Although I know he'd deny it.

I hope it doesn't frighten you...

that he can't come right out
and tell you how much he loves you.

How sweet of you
to be so concerned about me. Sit.

You deserve it, Laura.

There isn't anything
I wouldn't do for you if you asked me.

I'd be happy to spend
the rest of my life with you.

Now, listen, you-

Taking care of you.

- What?
- Loving you.

I'll be right there.

I've got to go, Wally.
Thanks for keeping me company.

I- I really appreciate it.

- Where are you going?
- Mr. Steele's been hurt.

- No- No. You can't go now.
- Lock the door when you leave.

Please. We were just
getting to know one another.

Laura Holt.

- What happened?
- Somebody rigged the elevator.

What do you mean somebody?
You know damn well who did it.

- He's lucky to be alive.
- My leg, uh, broke the fall.

It's the same leg he broke...

when that guy who was killing
all those bachelors ran him down.

I know how Jimmy Stewart felt in Rear Window.
This thing's beginning to itch already.

- What about Dancer?
- He probably thinks he finished Steele off.

- He won't be back.
- That's not what I mean.

What are you doing
to find him?

We're looking, Miss Holt.
We're looking.

- Okay, chief, let me tuck you in.
- I don't wanna be tucked in.

- I just want to get my hands on that- that-
- Greaseball?

In light of Mr. Steele's condition...

I would be willing to accept
police protection for him.

I don't wanna say it, but this could've been
avoided if you hadn't been so stubborn.

Thanks for not saying it, Lieutenant.

Will you please stop fussing?
Please.

- Mildred, we could use a cup of coffee.
- Comin' up.

I hate being like this.

Makes one feel
so bloody useless.

It's my fault.
If I'd taken Benjamin's offer...

this probably
wouldn't have happened.

- Yeah. Stupid.
- All right.

- I was stupid. I apologize.
- Not you. Me.

Bloody phone was ringing.

I thought it was you calling to see
what was keeping me.

I was so busy trying to decide
whether to answer the phone...

or get to the loft,
I wasn't watching.

If it's any consolation...

your teddy bear was a big hit.

- What teddy bear?
- Haven't we exhausted this secret admirer thing?

- Yes. Yes, I think we have.
- Then you'll admit it.

I'll admit I know
who's sending you those gifts.

Care to share
that startling revelation?

A beautiful young woman
who's picked up some of my talents...

- for style and originality, but hasn't fully mastered them.
- Me?

You think I've been sending
those gifts to myself?

- What better way to arouse my jealousy?
- You want to be aroused?

Listen to this.

"Forget that callous,
egotistical show-off Remington Steele...

and choose a real man. "

"Callous, egotistical show-off. "
Is that what you think about me?

- I didn't write that!
- I didn't write it.

- Why would I write that about myself?
- So I'd leap to your defense.

Laura, do you honestly think I'm the sort of man
who would give a woman a teddy bear?

- When you put it that way-
- Good Lord.

There really is a secret admirer
roaming around out there.

Yes, but who?

I think I'll help Mildred
with that coffee.

Yeah.

- I've got to go back to the loft.
- Why?

Don't tell Mr. Steele, but I left
the agency gun on the kitchen counter.

Keep an eye on him.

Nothing gets past Krebs.
I hope.

Mildred, where's Miss Holt?

She had to go out for a while.

Where?

She'll be back, chief.
Cool it.

Oh! Oh!

Oh, Mildred.
You planning on doing a little carving?

- The cop outside?
- Yeah.

- He isn't.
- Perhaps he had to relieve himself.

We have facilities in here.

- Who is it?
- Officer Hanley.

- Oh!
- The door, Mildred. The door.

I hope you don't mind
my barging in like this...

but I just came to wish everybody
a belated merry Christmas.

A little early for Thanksgiving,
ain't it, Brunhilde?

Or was you thinkin' about
sticking a different kinda bird?

Park it.

You too.

What happened, pretty boy?
Did you trip over your mirror?

Much the same thing that happened
to Dr. Scabbard, wouldn't you say?

Terrible accident. I'm gonna tell you
something. I almost got hurt myself.

Those X-ray machines are heavy.

What's the matter?
Couldn't find an elevator in his building?

What's that supposed to mean?

- Why so coy, Dancer?
- The name is Anthony.

Oh, sorry. I thought you'd be proud
of your handiwork.

Are you disappointed
that I'm still relatively in one piece?

- What are you talking about?
- Are you trying to tell us...

that you didn't rig the elevator
in this building?

If I had of, they'd still be
scraping him up.

If he didn't, then who did?

- Here's the drill.
- The kind of person that would hide behind anonymous gifts?

Miss Holt's secret admirer?

I'm the guy with the gun.
Will somebody pay attention to me?

If he considers me a rival, he might
be unbalanced enough to erase me...

- from the picture permanently.
- We have to warn Miss Holt.

You're gonna use the phone,
Brunhilde, but not for that.

Oh, please, she may be
in great danger.

Really?

That's terrific.

Another one put out of commission,
and I don't have to raise a finger.

This thing is going good.

Now you, you're gonna call
those other slugs...

and you're gonna
convince them not to testify.

Uh-huh. What happens
after I make these calls?

Then the three of us are gonna take
a nice drive out in the country someplace.

- How many will come back?
- I got a very small car.

Wally?

It's Laura Holt.

Wally?

Are you in here?

I should be very angry with you.

Wally...

why did you
take these pictures of me?

So I could have you with me.

Every night, before I went to sleep,
I could touch you.

But I won't need them anymore...

now that I have you.

Wally, I'm very flattered,
but I don't-

You were right, you know...

about the kind of person I am.

Warm...

gentle and very loving.

Oh, I'm glad you like the watch.

I spent weeks and weeks
looking for just the right one.

Wally, I came by to thank you
for cleaning up my loft.

It was very thoughtful.

I told you, Laura.
I like doing things for you.

And this is only the beginning.

Did you happen to find a gun...

on the kitchen counter?

You ran out so fast,
you forgot it.

It was very careless of me.

Don't worry.
It's in a safe place.

I really need that gun, Wally.

How's your boss?

He broke his leg.

Is that all?

Wally, you're hurting me.

Well, as my mother
used to say-

"If at first you don't succeed"-

Well, yes, well, it's a-

It's the better part of valor, mate.

No sense risking your life
to keep one more...

slug off the streets.

Uh, me? Um- I'm taking
an extended holiday.

Uh-

very extended.

Yes. Okay, Jack.

Take care of yourself, mate.
Bye-bye.

- Did he go for it?
- He has a heart condition.

He says it's gonna
force him into the hospital...

at the same time
he's scheduled to testify.

The broad's next.
Allison Greene.

You know, Anthony,
I had a chance to, uh...

peruse your service records,
and, um...

I couldn't find any reference
to that Silver Star you won.

What Silver Star?
He spent most of his time in the stockade.

Probably too chicken to fight.

Now let's not be harsh. I'm sure there were
mitigating circumstances in Anthony's case.

- What's that mean?
- Shh, shh, shh.

No answer
from the young lady's, uh, loft.

Keep trying, chief.
It's important.

I don't care
what the records say.

I earned that Silver Star,
and they was gonna give it to me too.

Until that big mouth lieutenant...

said I disobeyed orders,
you know, went off on my own...

- got the platoon ripped up.
- So you rolled a grenade under his bunk.

That's the fortunes of war, Brunhilde.

Guys were picking bits and pieces of him
out of their bedding for weeks.

They could have
shipped him home in a matchbox.

Mildred, why don't you
get Anthony a drink?

A man tends to get very thirsty
telling all these war stories.

I never drink when I'm driving.

And we got a long road
ahead of us.

- I'll make some coffee then.
- After last time?

You threw the pot
in my face, Brunhilde.

- So I'll make instant.
- Shut up and sit down.

Mildred, please.
You almost knocked the vase over.

You know, maybe you been
dialing the wrong number.

Here. Why don't you try?

Yeah. Give it to me.

Ow!

I got a new hero, Dancer-
Dirty Harry.

And we know what his favorite expression is.

Oh, where are you?
Where are you? Come on.

Line's busy.
That's a good sign.

Means he's home.

Are you sure
that's all that happened- a broken leg?

Tsk. I'm afraid so.

You sound almost disappointed.

To tell you the truth, Wally,
I never liked the man.

I know I can confide in you.

I was glad he had the accident.

I was afraid you might be
mad at me for what I did.

You mean the elevator
in Mr. Steele's building.

I thought for sure
we'd seen the last of him.

Better not use the gun, Wally.

After all, it's mine.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

Why don't you give it to me
for safekeep-

No, no. That's okay.

I kinda like the feel of it.

I've never had a gun before.

You know, I think what you do
is fascinating, Laura.

And I wouldn't be
one of those husbands...

who don't let
their wives work, no, sir.

- I'd want to help you with it.
- Oh, what a generous offer.

And I wouldn't hog the spotlight
like that show-off boss of yours does.

I know how hard you work.

I watch you every night
in your loft...

poring over those papers
into the wee small hours.

That would be another reason
why we'd be good together.

I can't sleep at night either.

What's that?

Probably just fire engines.

You're a-You're
a very good photographer.

Those are excellent pictures.

Did you study photography?

That's what they let me do when
I wasn't answering all those questions.

You know, the only thing that kept me sane
those eight months was you.

Me? But we didn't
know each other then.

I knew you.

I saw your picture
in a newspaper...

standing behind that peacock.

That was the first time
I fell in love with you.

You had the most beautiful face
I had ever seen in my life.

- It reminded me of my mother.
- What a sweet compliment.

- Will I get to meet your mother?
- Oh, no.

No, you can't.

See, someone...

cut her up into little pieces...

and gift-wrapped her
and sent her to my Uncle Arnold.

He liked presents, too,
but I guess he didn't like this one...

because he sent it to the police.

Anyway, when they released me...

I found out where you lived,
and I applied for the manager's position...

so I could be close to you.

- That was good thinking, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

It's the police.
You lied to me!

You lied to me! You don't love me!
You're just like my mother!

- Open up.! Police.!
- Great timing, guys.

Wally's files.

He was in a mental institution
for those eight months.

- After he hacked up his mother.
- Oh.

We certainly have had
our share of sickos this trip.

The scary part is that they came
right to our doorstep.

Yes, nothing like bringing
one's work home, eh?

Afraid you're gonna have to stay in bed
at least one more day.

And I'm gonna be here...

to see to it
that you don't cheat.

Oh.

You know, Laura...

we've been so busy lately...

exploring and defining
our personal relationship...

that we've taken
the professional side for granted.

It's not until
something like this comes along...

to force one to reevaluate.

What exactly are we reevaluating?

Do you intend to pursue this line of work
for the rest of your life?

I haven't really
given it much thought.

I mean, supposing you had children.

Just supposing that, I mean.

Would you intend
to continue working?

Or would you feed the little tykes
breakfast in the morning...

and then rush off
to a nice, juicy murder?

Would you call them up at school
and apologize...

because you couldn't pick them up
because you were being held hostage?

Are you saying
a woman's place is in the home?

Actually, I was thinking
of a more specific area.

Hmm?

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