All language subtitles for The Bionic Woman S03E20 Long Live the King 1080p BluRay FLAC2 0 H 264-BTN (1)_track5_[eng]

Your mission will be to keep the king from
getting assassinated.

[Jaime] That's poisonous gas!

It has to be me.
Who'd wanna kill you?

That social secretary, Ms. Sommers,
has not left the king's side all evening.

So much
the worse for her.

I'm taking you off the case.
It's too dangerous!

[tires screeching]

[theme music]

[beeping]

[beeping]

[beeping]

So, that's
the assignment.

Now you know why I had to fly you
into New York on such short notice.

King Kusari from Dalpor,
that's quite an honor.

I've known him for a long time.
He's an old friend of mine.

This is the most glamorous assignment
you've ever given me,

and I want to thank you.

- Glamorous?
- Yes.

And dangerous.

You're going alone
on this one.

Your mission will be to keep the king
from getting assassinated.

Who would want
to kill him?

He's one of the fairest
and most democratic kings

this world has seen
in a long time.

Jaime, there are some
undemocratic people in his country

that have other ideas.

[scoffing]

[sighs] Does the King know
that I'm from the OSI?

No. And we'd rather
he wouldn't.

He's been offered protection,
but he's turned it down.

But he has accepted an offer from the
State Department for a social secretary.

[British accent] Ooh. Miss
Social Secretary. Hmm.

You'll be working
with Mr. Sam Sloan,

who's chief of protocol
in the city of New York.

Does this Mr. Sloan
know that I'm from the OSI?

Well, won't he guess?

If I know Sam,
he'll be busy admiring your legs.

Well, is he hung up
on bionics?

No, no. I'm the one that's hung up
on bionics, remember?

Okay, babe, that's it.
Oh, one more thing.

Keep the royal gatherings
small so we can keep

a close watch on everyone that
has access to the king.

Alright.

- That's it.
- [buzzing]

Yes.

[buzzing continues]

Yes?
[buzzing continues]

What's going on?
Hello?

[buzzing continues]

Hello?
[buzzing continues]

Sally, what's--

Oh, I bet you
I know what...

Uh. [chuckles]
Sure is.

See, I thought it would be better
if I just put him on the plane with me

and then we'd get up here and
you could help me find a place to...

[Max whining]

I'll arrange a place for Max
to be comfortably housed

at the New York lab, Jaime.

Thank you.

Maybe we could just
find him a job here, huh?

[grumbles, barks]

[horns honking]

Mmm! I can't wait
for this weekend.

This weekend.

We're going sailing,
remember?

Beth, I'm sorry.
I can't...

Sam, you promised. I changed all my plans
to be with you this weekend.

Now, darling, I just found out
this morning...

[phone ringing]

That I have to take care
of a king this weekend.

Well, can't you get somebody else
to take care of him?

Yes?

Oh, very well.

Beth,
this is the CIA.

I... About the security plans
for protecting the king.

I have to talk to them alone, darling.
You understand.

But I promise, I am absolutely
free next weekend.

- I hate you.
- No, you don't.

It's a date.

Hello, Marilyn.

Excuse me. Hi.
I'm Jaime Sommers.

Mr. Sloan's expecting me.
Oh, yes, Ms. Sommers.

Mr. Sloan, Ms. Sommers
is here.

Fine.

Please go right in,
Ms. Sommers, through those doors.

Okay, thank you.

Yes, I wanna
be there too.

[chuckling]

Mm-hmm.

Yes, it was good
talking to you too.

Good-bye.

- Hello.
- Hello.

God, you are not at all what I expected,
Ms. Sommers.

I'm very happy
to meet you.

Well, thank you. Very pleased
to meet you, Mr. Sloan.

What were you
expecting?

[chuckling] Oh, I guess
a Washington worrywart.

A tight-lipped,
humorless, plain Jane

who dreams of paper shredders instead
of bright red sport cars.

Well!

However, you're the freshest
breath of loveliness

that's come into my life
in many years, Ms. Sommers.

Thank you, Mr. Sloan.

Well, look,
please sit down.

And, uh,
my name is Sam.

Alright.

Is something
the matter?

Oh, forgive me.

I know we have very important
business to discuss,

but I...I can't help it,
Ms. Sommers.

It's Jaime.

Jaime.

[sighs]
[opens drawer]

You see...

five years ago,

Beth and I were...
engaged to be married.

A few days before the wedding,
she was killed in an automobile accident.

I'm sorry.

Until now, until you walked
through that door, I...

I've never met anyone
who immediately reminded me of her.

Her warmth,
her...naturalness,

and her beauty.

I don't quite
know what to say.

Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have
mentioned it.

No. It's okay. You know, I just...
got a little embarrassed.

But flattered.
Thank you.

Jaime, let's have
dinner tonight.

I'd like for us to get
to know each other better.

Um...

Okay. Alright. Fine.

Very good.
[sighs]

Now I guess we had better get
back to business.

How dumb can I get?
I left my purse in Mr. Sloan's office.

No, no.
I'll get it.

...list of the social events we want
King Kusari to attend.

I forgot my purse.

[stammering] And as you can see,
the electronic surveillance is all...

It's...uh

- You must be Beth.
- Mm-hmm.

You look fantastic.

[scoffs]
Why, thank you.

For a corpse.

What?

[stammering] She...

[stammering]

[buzzing]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Yes.

Yes, His Highness
will see him.

The State Department has sent

a James Sommers to serve
as your social secretary.

He's on his way up.

That is considerate
of them.

Before Your Highness
goes on to Washington,

arrangements have been made
for a new wardrobe.

Mr. Byron, your New York tailor,
has already been notified.

Good, good, good, good.

Ah! You remember, I also want to
do some shopping for gifts

while I am in New York.

Yes, I remember, Your Highness.
I have prepared a list.

Consult the social secretary
about that.

He'll have more current information
on the New York shops.

And I suppose there will be the
usual obligatory social functions.

Yes, I'm afraid so,
Your Highness.

Your Highness,
the social secretary.

How do you do?

James Sommers?

Is not James a man's name
in your country?

Yes, it is. My name is Jaime Sommers,
Your Highness.

Jaime. Ah!

You must not think
my reaction was disappointment.

It was only surprise.

Okay, thank you.

These are the shops the king wishes
to visit in New York.

The list, I'm afraid,
is a few years old.

- Perhaps you can bring it up to date.
- Thank you.

No, this list
seems to be fine.

What I would like to do
is contact the stores and have them

send a representative
with their wares to you.

So it'll save you a lot of time
and trouble, alright?

[phone rings]
That's an excellent idea.

The mayor of the city
is on the telephone.

Would you like
to talk to him?

Of course.

Hello.

[bionic ear beeping]

[static]

Hello, is this the mayor?

There doesn't seem to be
anyone on the line.

Uh...Would you like to see if you have
a preference here of stores?

[bionic powers activating]

That is an excellent idea of yours to have
the merchants bring their wares to me.

I don't think that James Sommers
would have done as well.

Thank you.

You're quite welcome.

I thought I made it clear
you were never to come here.

Well, I got
a little news for you.

Starting next week,
your payments are doubled.

Doubled? Why?

Well, we got a little trouble
with what you call a cash flow,

and we need more of it
coming in faster.

From you.

We made an agreement, Wally.

A guy who gambles and
loses more money than he's got,

he can't afford to argue.

You know what I mean?

Well, I can't handle double
my payments right now, Wally.

You know what I mean?

You getting smart?

No, I'm just
telling you the truth.

You'll find a way.

I doubt it.

If you need some
encouragement, uh...

we can take
care of that too.

[suspenseful music]

[Man]
The viewing glass is closed.

Under cover of
the focusing cloth...

I snap it open.

I place my gun...

inside the camera.

No good.

Sharokah, I do not
want another failure.

The device that was placed
inside the telephone did not explode.

Now, everything that comes
into the king's suite will be inspected.

That gun will be found.

I can take Sharokah's gun
into the suite.

Members of the entourage
will not be searched.

That's better.
Give Kia your gun.

[sighs]

Once you have
set up the camera,

Kia will express
an interest in it.

You will invite him
to take a look inside.

Once under the cloth, Kia can place
the gun into the camera for you.

Much better.

And when they think that
I am focusing on the king,

I aim through the lens
and the king is dead.

And in a few minutes, the news will have
reached our country...

and my troops
will take the palace.

One other thing, Sharokah.

There may be a woman present
from the American State Department.

If she gets in your way,
please do not hesitate to kill her too.

[intense music]

[suspenseful music]

Has this equipment
been inspected?

Yes, Colonel. It is camera equipment
and nothing else.

His Highness is with his tailor now.
He'll be up shortly.

Very good.

[bionic ear beeping]

[Kia] Alright, hide the gun in the
camera now while no one is looking.

[Sharokah]
I have it right here.

[cocking gun]

Is everything ready? I would not like
to keep His Highness waiting.

Don't worry,
Colonel Mostafa.

Everything will be done
to your satisfaction.

I will get His Highness now.

Hi! Is that one of those cameras that
when you look through it

the people that you're taking the
picture of look upside down?

Well, uh, yes.
It's a view camera.

- Is it? May I look through it?
- No!

I'm sorry, miss, but we...

we can't have
the king waiting.

Oh, come on. He's nowhere around.
Now, please.

No!

[Mostafa]
What's going on here?

He was going to kill
His Majesty, Colonel.

Kia, take this man and turn him over
to the New York police.

I think the police would like to have
that weapon.

Good work, Ms. Sommers.

Thank you, Colonel.

His Majesty must not find out
about this incident

until he is
safely back in Dalpor.

It might be too upsetting to him
and spoil the rest of his American visit.

Fine, I understand, yes.

Where's the photographer now?

[Jaime] Who knows? Kia was supposed
to turn him over to the police.

Then he came back with some story
about the photographer

knocking the gun out of his hand
and escaping.

I don't know.

Any possibility that
that's true?

No, I'm sure Kia's
part of the plot.

Does he have any suspicion
of who you are, Jaime?

I don't think so.

Well, you better
be careful, babe.

- I'm gonna.
- Good luck.

Bye.

[Sam] And I want the official reception
the city of New York

is going to give for the king to be
absolutely outstanding.

[Jaime]
Keep it small, huh?

Look, don't worry. I'll make it as
intimate as a candlelit dinner for two.

- And while I'm on that subject--
- Sam.

Oh, come on, Jaime.

How many ways do I have to
say I'm sorry?

I give up. How many?

Forgive me, huh?

Okay, I forgive you. It's over, all right?
Now, can we get back to the party, please?

No, no, no, no. You haven't forgiven me.
I can see it in your eyes.

Look, it was
a neat trick, okay?

- It was a clever idea, and...
- It was dumb.

It was a reflex. I've done it
so many times, it's become automatic.

If that girl had not come back
for her purse, I would have believed you.

We would have
gone to dinner.

And after dinner I would've told
you the truth,

- I swear.
- Please.

I swear.

You're a fascinating
man, Sam, uh...

You're charming and handsome,
and you've got everything going for you.

- I do?
- Yes, you do.

But you've got the subtlety
of a lumberjack, and you play games.

- I don't have to.
- I'm not so sure about that.

I could do anything, Jaime,
with the right motivation.

I'm not asking you
to change.

I understand that.

I just think it's too bad that you don't
recognize your own worth.

[sighs]

Maybe it's because I had such
a rotten childhood.

Come on. You're doing it again,
alright?

- Yes, I am.
- Mmm.

[chuckling] Actually, I had
a terrific childhood.

[laughing]

You're impossible.

[sighs]
Serves me right.

I finally meet a woman I can
be serious with, and I blow it.

Well, you're still young.

I'm not gonna
give up on you.

Okay.

Hey, it's not all my fault,
you know.

I can't help it if women see me
as just a sex object.

Oh, please, will you
give me a break?

Come on. Now, lookit.

Why don't you and I
get together here

and plan a small, but sensational party
for the king, okay?

Alright, we'll have it here
and I will plan a sensational guest list.

Then I will trim it down
to a proper size.

Mmm.
Mmm-hmm.

[sighs]

No, Mr. Byron, I don't
think so. I prefer the first fabric.

I agree, Your Highness.
It suits you better.

Thank you.

Have you picked the fabric
for your ties yet, Your Highness?

Oh, show him,
Mr. Byron.

Oh, yes, they are very handsome,
Your Highness.

- Yes, Jaime, I had the list checked.
- Any bad apples here?

Well, as far as I know,
everybody's clear.

Really?

Okay, well, that's great. Listen,
thank you for rushing this through.

I really didn't want Sam to know that I
was having his list checked out, you know.

Sam?

Yes, Sam Sloan.

Yes, I know
who you mean.

How are you and Sam
getting along?

Well, fine, as a matter of fact,
we're having a good time.

Well, you know...I mean, he's very...
He's very nice to work with.

Uh, Oscar?

I'm here, Jaime.

Yeah, is there anything else,
Mr. Goldman?

[chuckling]

No, that's about all.

Take care of yourself,
will you? And, uh,

say hello to Sam,
will you?

All right, I will.
Thank you.

Oh, Jaime, where've you been?
I was worried.

I got caught in your famous
New York traffic.

[chuckles]

Well, the staff is
gone for the day,

and the invitations for the king's
reception have to be addressed

and delivered
by messenger tonight.

So, I guess we're stuck
with the job.

Okay. Are you sure this isn't
one of your little ploys to get me alone?

- I told you I wasn't gonna give up.
- That's true. You did.

Alright. Look it. We'll just split up
the guest list and the invitations,

and let's get to work.

Um...

I think that's
a marvelous idea,

because after we finish
with those invitations,

it's gonna be too late
to go out to dinner.

So, we're gonna have
to go up to my place,

and I'll whip you up one of my
famous bachelor omelets.

Mmm-hmm.
I'll bet you're a terrible cook.

You're right.
Putrid.

Furthermore,
I hate eggs.

Well, how does
that feel?

- How does what feel?
- Telling the truth to a lady.

Now, why do I always get the
feeling I'm playing catch-up with you?

- Hang in there.
- I am.

I will.

Here's your half of the list.
I've got mine.

Cheers.

Right. Hey.

I really like you. A lot.

[bionic powers activating]

Don't tell me
you gave up already?

No, I didn't give up.
I finished up.

That's impossible.

Check them.

You've either got a flock of elves
working out there with you,

or you're a witch.

Have a nice evening.
I'll see you at the caterer's tomorrow.

- Uh, Jaime, what about dinner?
- Soon.

Real soon.

[dramatic music]

I wondered whether
her interference

was as innocent as she tried
to make it seem,

so I had John check
into her background.

Tell them what you found.

Well, there's a lot of secrecy
surrounding her,

but I found out that Jaime Sommers
is a very important agent of the OSI.

We will not be able to carry out our plans
with her around.

I agree. She must
be eliminated.

An OSI agent?
Hey, that's dangerous.

[Mostafa]
You'll be well paid.

I heard her say that she will be at
the caterer tomorrow morning at 11:00.

Under the
circumstances...

You will be paid the same fee
for getting rid of her

as you are getting for the
assassination of the king.

[Sam] The food customs
of Dalpor have to be considered

and the king's personal preferences
and prejudices in the food department.

- How do you stay on top of all this?
- I don't know, sheer talent.

[chuckling]
No, seriously.

It's just all part of the job
along with knowing

who sits next to whom and the order
in which people enter and leave a room.

You have quite a job, and you
do it very well. I'm impressed, Sam.

Oh, come on. It's a job like
any other job.

No, no.

There's a certain amount of
satisfaction in doing it well,

or at least trying to.

It's nice that you feel
that way about your job.

A lot of people don't, you know.

Mmm. You must be quite
a social secretary

for the State Department
to assign you to a king.

Well, I ain't too bad,
you know.

No, you're not too bad.

Why isn't this
elevator moving?

It's not working.

Be out of order
for about a half an hour.

- What floor do you want?
- The third.

Well, if you want to walk, the stairs
are over there. First door on the right.

Otherwise, you're gonna have to wait
about thirty minutes.

- Uh, stairs.
- The stairs, we'll take the stairs.

We'll take the stairs.
Thanks a lot.

The king is very fond
of fresh fruit,

so the caterer will tell us
what's in season

and we can make our selection, hmm?

[door bangs shut]

- Where the stairs go?
- I guess this door over here.

It's locked.

This one's
locked too.

That's poisonous gas.
Come on.

[coughing]

[coughing]
Try it again, Sam, please.

- Come on. You alright?
- Yeah, how about you?

Okay, I'm fine. Let's get out of here.
Come on.

Alright.

Well, Jaime, I feel terrible
about what happened.

It wasn't exactly your fault. You didn't
drop the gas pellet.

Oh, of course not.

But I think I know
why it was dropped.

What do you mean?

They weren't out to get us.
They're out to get me.

Because you happened
to be with me, you were almost killed too.

Why would someone
want to kill you?

I, uh...I used to have
a gambling problem.

I got rid of the gambling,
but obviously I still have the problem.

I owe a lot of money.

And you think the people
you owe the money to did that?

What other explanation
could there be? It has to be me.

Who'd wanna kill you?

Listen very carefully,
Wally.

I don't know what you and your
baboon friends are trying to pull but...

Hey, Sam,
you making some kind of a joke?

That caper this morning,

with the gas, and the
elevator not working,

that was no joke,
Wally.

Gas? Elevators?

You losing your marbles
or what?

- You didn't try to have me knocked off?
- You think I'm crazy?

If you get knocked off, how are we going
to get our money?

Hey, Sam, if this is some kind of an
angle to get out of paying what you--

No, no, Wally. I--

I'll make the payments.

Yeah, well,
you better, Sammy.

[Oscar] I'm getting another agent
to take over for you,

and that's
all there is to it.

- Well, what is that supposed to mean?
- Don't you understand?

Your cover is blown.
I'm taking you off the case.

Oscar, Sam doesn't know who I am.

He thinks this whole episode is
because of his silly gambling.

- This has nothing to do with Sam!
- Well, then what?

I have hard evidence here
that the local group of conspirators

are tied in with a military group
in Dalpor

and plan to take over the country
when the king is dead.

It's too dangerous.

I can't quit now.

Tonight is the reception for the king,
and I've got to be with him.

That's all there is to it.

- You're stubborn!
- Yes!

And for once,
you're right.

[Mostafa] You've been paid
a great deal of money

and so far you have produced
absolutely no results!

I don't know how they got
through that door.

- I checked it out myself beforehand.
- Results!

That's all
I'm interested in.

[classical music]
[chatter]

That social secretary, Ms. Sommers,
has not left the king's side all evening.

So much the worse
for her.

Meeting people I'll never see again
or ever come to know,

this is the boring part
of the royal profession.

You ever feel like you'd like to
run off in a corner and hide sometimes?

- I'd give half my kingdom for one minute.
- Really?

That's a figure
of speech.

- Your Majesty, good evening.
- How do you do?

[sighs]

What a joy it would be,
never to have to force a smile.

You're not forcing one now.

- Highness.
- Thank you.

Excuse me,
are you George?

No, ma'am.
George is...

George is sick. He asked me to
fill in for him.

How nice.

Your Highness, may you only smile
when you're happy,

and may you smile
often.

I like that.

Oh! Oh, how clumsy of me.
I'm sorry.

I don't think
you are clumsy.

I think you didn't
trust that waiter.

- I'll get you some more champagne, okay?
- No, no. Thank you.

Is there someplace
where we could talk?

Privately?

Come with me.

[Woman] Mr. Sloan?

Yes? Mr. Sloan, the mayor
wants to see you.

Uh...

Yes, of course.

I think you had better tell me
who you are.

I'm Jaime Sommers.

I don't mean
your name.

I mean,
who are you?

Okay.

I am an OSI agent
assigned to protect you.

From what?

There is a conspiracy
to assassinate you

while you're here
in New York.

- You know that for certain?
- Yes.

And your government sends a woman
to protect me?

I am a highly trained
OSI agent,

and I have very special
capabilities.

If you are an example
of the liberated woman,

I regret the traditions
in my country

that makes such
progress impossible.

Well, I'm sure that Your Highness
can find a way to make progress

and still keep the best
of your country's traditions.

I hope so, Ms. Sommers.

Hello, this is
Jaime Sommers.

Ms. Sommers.

His Highness is away from the hotel
on urgent business,

but he would like you
to meet him for lunch.

Well, I've already
got a date for lunch,

but that's okay,
I'll break it.

His Highness
would appreciate it.

It's a matter
of great importance to him.

Where would he like me
to meet him?

There is a charming inn,

a favorite of His Highness
from previous visits here.

He chose it specifically,
so he and you

could talk in privacy
there.

Okay, how
do I find it?

Don't trouble
yourself, Ms. Sommers.

His Highness has already sent
a limousine for you.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye. Thank you.

Please tell Mr. Sloan that I'm
having lunch with His Majesty.

Of course,
Ms. Sommers.

- Good morning, Ms. Sommers.
- Good morning.

[car engine starting]

That's impossible.
I just spoke with the king.

He plans on spending
the entire afternoon at the hotel.

He has appointments set up
with his tailor and a jeweler.

That's the message she gave me
about ten seconds ago.

She said she was sorry she had
to break her lunch date with you, but...

That's strange.
Very strange.

...the king thought
it was very important.

[tires screeching]

Jaime, the king isn't having lunch
with you today.

There's something
suspicious about this whole...

And I think my suspicions have
just been confirmed.

All right, come on.
Get over there.

Up against the car.

Hey, look, if you don't
have a license

to practice medicine, you can
get yourself in a lot of trouble.

- This is against the law.
- Shut up.

Don't give it to me
on the left hand, okay?

What difference
does it make?

Well, the difference
is that I just had a flu shot

and a tetanus shot and a penicillin shot
all in that arm.

Come on. Give me a break, okay?
Thank you. Oh!

Oh, my... Oh.

Okay, come on.

[dramatic music]

[suspenseful music]

[engine starting]

Sam, Sam!

[tires screeching]

[tires screeching]

Okay.

[tires screeching]

Sam. Sam. Wake up.
Come on.

Come on. Here you go.
Careful.

[slurring]
Yeah, okay. Yeah.

Take it easy.
Yeah, yeah.

You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.

- Can you stand up? Alright?
- Yeah, I'm all right.

Look, we've got to get back to
the hotel right away.

The hotel. Why?

We've got to hurry, okay?
'Cause it's gonna be too late.

- Wake up. Come on.
- What are you talking about?

Please, come on.
You'll be alright.

[panting]

Are you okay now?
Can you drive?

Yeah, I'm fine. A little in the dark,
but otherwise I'm fine.

It's okay. You drive.
I'll explain it as we go.

[car engine starting]

I've never seen a bomb this small
with so much power.

- [Mostafa] Is that a timing device?
- [John] Yes. It's a quartz timer.

There's no ticking.
Just a slight hum.

[humming]

[Jaime] They're going to try and
assassinate the king this afternoon.

Jaime, are you sure
you're alright?

Yeah, I'm fine.
Trust me.

This phony luncheon thing was
set up to try to get me out of the way.

Why was it so important to get you
out of the way?

Because I am not
a social secretary.

- Sam, I'm an OSI agent.
- You're a what?

My assignment was
to protect the king,

and this secretary bit
was just a cover-up.

An OSI agent. Well, who's going to
take care of the kids

while you're out
chasing villains?

- What kids?
- Our kids. After we're married.

Look, baby, I like you.
I worry about you.

Couldn't you get into a safer job,
like wing walking?

[scoffs]

Sam Sloan, I do believe you've
just blown your cover.

Underneath all those stupid jokes
and games,

there's a very tender,
sensitive man.

And I think I like him.

It's about time.

The king was supposed
to see his tailor and the jeweler.

Think either one of them
is in on this plot?

I don't know. They both
checked out okay.

When we get back to the hotel,
I'll notify hotel security...

- ...and Oscar Goldman, all right?
- Yeah.

We'll have the sleeves shortened,
Your Majesty.

Fine, fine.

I do hope Mr. Byron's
illness is a mild one.

Oh, Mr. Byron's flu is not serious
but it's very contagious.

So Mr. Byron sent his assistant
in his place.

[Kusari]
Excellently made,

but I think I'd like to try the
yachting jacket on first.

I have your yachting jacket right here,
Your Majesty.

[tires screeching]

Jaime, be careful.

[bionic ear beeps]

[humming]

That looks really splendid,
Your Highness.

Hmm.

[bionic powers activating]

[explosion]

[Sam] Moustafa!

Well, seems like we arrived
in the nick of time.

- Hello, Sam.
- Hello, Oscar.

[Sam] Somebody deal
with this for me, will you?

I'm glad to see that everybody's
alive and well.

I wish to apologize
for this unpleasantness.

I assure you, you'll have
no more trouble

during your stay
in this country.

I'm very grateful for the protection
of the OSI.

Especially for the, uh,

extraordinary services
of my, uh...

social secretary.

Your Majesty, I would appreciate
you not mention

what you've seen here,
outside of this room.

You have
my word on it.

No one would believe me
if I did mention it.

[chuckles]

Sam, I've got
to call the pilot

- and let him know I'm ready.
- Jaime, it's not fair.

We're just getting to
know each other,

and now you're gonna
disappear from my life.

- I feel the same way.
- Then stay.

I can't.
I've got a job.

There are more important
things in life, you know.

[laughing]
What about our kids?

We can't let them wait for
their mother forever.

- Sam.
- Hmm?

Come here.

Why don't you just drop your job
and everything

and come to California
with me?

[chuckles]

I never thought of it
like that before.

Well, I guess it's just as fair
for you to ask me

to give up everything
and go with you

as it is for me to ask you to give up
everything and stay here.

I'd say.

Mmm.
Unusual, but fair.

What am I going to do
without you?

Oh, you'll manage.

You're an incredible lady,
lady.

You're not
so bad yourself.

[theme music]