All language subtitles for Highway to Heaven S03E24 Ghost Rider_Subtitles01.ENG

[theme music playing]

Oh, wow.

What a story.

Good, huh?

Huh, fantastic.

I mean, what a
writer, what a woman.

Well, you got any idea what
our next assignment is yet?

Well, sure.

I thought you'd never ask.

You mean you know?

Yeah.

Why do you act so surprised?

Because every
time I ask you what

the next assignment is, you say
something like, I don't know.

All I know is that we're
supposed to be here.

Does the name Natasha
Gudonov ring a bell?

Does the name Natasha
Gudonov ring a bell?

Are you kidding?

She's my favorite.

That's who I've been reading!

Here, look at this.

"The Krakov Caper, the True
Story of Secret Agent Roger

Bolt," by Natasha Gudonov.

Ah, Natasha Gudonov, a woman
that is the envy of all women

and desired by all men--

tall, blond, mysterious, sultry,
beautiful, as alluring as she

is deadly, a former
double-agent agent from Moscow.

Her real name
is Helen Hopnagel

and she's a former fast food
waitress from Milwaukee.

You're kidding.

No, I'm not kidding.

Well she still looks
like this though, right?

Mm-hm.

Good.

That's all that counts.

Mark.

Well, you know, all
I mean is, what does

it matter what her name is?

She needs help.

I mean, this is a person
whose prayers need answering.

I mean, it's a crummy job,
but somebody's got to do it.

And we will do it, Jonathan,
because she is our assignment.

She's not our assignment.

Don't say that.

Well, Mark, she's
not our assignment.

I asked you not to say that.

Oh come on.

Don't sulk.

I'm not sulking.

All right.

I am sulking.

You get me all worked up about
Natasha Gudonov and then--

Look, all I did was ask
if her name rang a bell.

Well it did.
It did.

It rang a whole lot of bells.

OK?

Do you want to know
what our assignment is?

No.

All right, yes.

What's our assignment?

Birdy Belker.

What?

Birdy Belker.

What is a Birdy Belker?

Birdy Belker's the
person that really writes

those stories about
Roger Bolt, and all

the other stories that say,
written by Natasha Gudonov.

Birdy Belker is our assignment.

[typewriter typing]

[sneezing]

Have you got that
story done yet?

No, no.

[sneezing]

Oh.

Isn't there something
you can do about that cold?

You've had it for months.

It's hay fever.

[laughing]

Don't be absurd.

There isn't any hay around here.

All there is that dying plant.

Can't you get rid of it?

It needs me.

Well, I need you
to finish that story.

Natasha Gudonov
doesn't miss deadlines.

Yes, Ms. Hopnagel.

HELEN: Don't ever call me that!

No, no, no.

I'm sorry, Ms. Gud--

Gud--

[sneezing]

OLIVER: Belker, do you
have Natasha's story yet?

Almost, Mr. Crump.

Crumpy, darling.

Oh, Natasha, my darling.

Kiss, kiss, Crumpy!

Now listen, you don't
worry about the story.

You take all the time
you need, Natasha.

[inaudible] darling.

Belker here is almost finished
writing, I mean, typing it.

Aren't you, Belker, sweetie?

Yes, Ms. Hop--

Hop-- Hop--

[sneezing]

You ought to do something
about that cold, Belker.

You'll infect half the office.

Oh, it's hay fever.

OLIVER: And you ought to
get rid of that plant too.

Its dead.

It's dormant.

Well then it
died in its sleep.

It needs me.

OLIVER: Yeah, and I need you
too because my girl's out sick

and I need these retyped,
by tomorrow morning,

unless you have some other
plans for the evening?

No.

I-- I don't have
any other plans.

[sneezing]

I better get out of here
before I catch pneumonia.

Yes.

Natasha, can I buy
you some dinner tonight?

No, thank you,
Crumpy, darling.

I have that dress party tonight.

Oh yes, yes, yes.

Of course.

JONATHAN (VOICEOVER): Birdy
Belker, a meek 30-year-old lady

with no gentlemen
callers, no girlfriends,

and no plans for the evening.

She has nothing but a
dead plant and the story

she writes about the
man of her dreams,

secret agent Roger Bolt.

Every night she goes home alone
to an empty dark apartment,

where she has a cup of
bullion and a donut,

pours over stacks of
declassified government

documents, looking for
references to secret agent

Roger Bolt, who's
been dead since 1968.

She does the same
thing every night,

except Friday night, when she
has dinner with her parents.

And every Friday night they ask
her the same three questions.

So how was work this week?

Fine, just fine.

How's the car running?

Good, Pop, real good.

Did you meet any men?

No, Ma.

JONATHAN (VOICEOVER):
Then her mother

tells her how old she is.

You're 30-years-old, Birdy.

JONATHAN (VOICEOVER):
And her mother

tells you what time it is.

It's later than you think.

JONATHAN (VOICEOVER): Then
she does the tick tock speech.

You have a biological
clock, Birdy.

Maybe you can't hear
it ticking, but I can.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

JONATHAN (VOICEOVER): Birdy
doesn't answer her mother.

She waits for her
father to do that.

She'll meet a man.

MRS. BELKER: When?

When the right
one comes along.

MRS. BELKER: And
what if he doesn't?

Birdy, you've got to
go out and find a man.

She should take a class.

I've taken classes, Ma.

MR. BELKER: She's taken classes.

MRS. BELKER: You
call those classes?

She took a rudeness class.

Assertiveness training, Ma.

Yeah, and the hocking
and the chopping class.

Self-defense for single women.

MRS. BELKER: Single women.

And who do you think you're
going to meet at a class called

self-defense for single women?

Single men?

No, a whole room full of
single women with biological

clocks hocking and chopping
at imaginary single men.

JONATHAN (VOICEOVER): And then
her mother rests her case.

I rest my case.

How we going to handle
this one, Kimosabe?

What do you mean?

I mean, what are
we going to do?

Are we going to get a
job at her magazine?

We going to move in next to her?

We going to do repairs?

How are we going to get
close enough to help her?

According to you, she's shy and
timid and scared of everything.

I don't know how we're going to
get close enough even to strike

up a conversation with her.

I mean, all she does
is talk to dead plants.

Well, we can't handle this
the usual way, that's for sure.

I think the best thing is
just, be honest with her.

Tell her who we are and
we're here to help her.

Direct approach, huh?

Right.

Well, you're probably right.

Shy and timid as she, she'd
probably only talk to an angel.

[sneezing]

That's her.

The poor shy thing.

Well, let's go.

[humming]

Excuse me, Miss.

Freeze, dirt-bag!

What?

Freeze, I said!

One more step and
you're dead meat!

I'm trained in martial arts
and this is lethal gas.

Birdy, we're not muggers.

Stay where you
are, street scum.

How'd you know my name?

I know a lot about you, Birdy.

You see, I'm an angel.

You expect me to
believe that, Bozo?

MARK: Well, he's
telling you the truth.

Stay back, punk!

I'm warning you!

Look, there's nothing
to be afraid of!

You asked for it,
you big gorilla!

JONATHAN: Birdy!

Birdy!

Birdy!

It's breath spray.

You took the wrong
can out of your purse.

MARK: Now look, miss.

Ee-ya!

Ow.

OW.

Birdy, will you listen to me?

Rape!

JONATHAN: Birdy.
Shh.

Shh.

Now listen to me.

I'm an angel and I can prove it.

Go up to your apartment
and look at your plant.

My plant?

What's with my plant?

Just go up and
look at your plants.

Don't move.

I'm warning you.

Don't move.

Oh come on, John.

Why don't we just forget it?

I mean, some people
don't want help.

Some people are beyond help.

Oh, come on, Mark.

You're just sore.

Oh, tell me about it.

How did you do
that to my plant?

I told you.

I'm an angel.

That's right, you told me.

But you really are?

As God as my witness.

Birdy: Oh.

I really hope your
stomach is feeling better.

Oh yeah, it's a lot better.

I should be back on solid
food, two or three years.

Oh, gosh.

It's all my fault. Some people
aren't meant to be assertive.

This kind of thing happens
to me all the time.

I should just stick
to what I am, a mouse.

Oh, come on, Birdy.

That's not true.

Well, yes it is.

A man asked me to lunch once.

He just wanted to sell
me life insurance.

But my mother convinced me
that it was a real date.

And I wanted my breath
to be kissing sweet.

I grabbed the wrong can the too.

You mean you--

Yeah.

I maced myself.

People in emergency
room were very nice.

They said it happens
all the time,

but, uh, I could hear
'em laughing outside.

Birdy, the other day,
what did you pray for?

Birdy: What do you mean?

When you said your prayers,
what did you ask for?

The usual, uh, God bless my
mother and father and everyone

I love, and for there will
be peace in the world.

And you asked for
something for yourself too.

How did you know?

You pray that you learn
how to live, not just exist.

I mean, really live.

And that's why we're here.

You mean you're both angels?

No.
No, no, no.

He is.

I'm an ex-cop.

Now what do you
want for yourself?

Oh, well, not much.

I-- I don't want money or glory.

And I don't really
care that Natasha puts

her name on everything I write.

What do I want?

I want someone to
share things with.

I guess I want the same
thing my mother wants for me.

Well, you know that's going
to be pretty hard to find,

just sticking around your
own apartment all the time.

You know what you ought to do.

You ought to join a
club or something.

That way you'll meet
a bunch of people

who are all interested
in the same thing, huh?

By the way, what are
you interested in?

Espionage.

Oh.

Well, uh, forget the club.

I know it sounds
crazy, but that's

what I really am interested in.

I love espionage.

And Roger Bolt.

Yeah, especially
Roger Bolt. That's him.

What-- you mean
you really knew him?

Oh no, no.

He died in 1968.

But I know more about
him than anyone.

I know every case that's
ever been declassified.

I know what his
favorite food was--

angel hair pasta in a white
sauce with caviar on top.

And his favorite drink--

vodka martini on the
rocks with three olives.

I know the way that
he would tilt his head

and say, "Bolt, the
name, Roger Bolt."

Oh, Roger Bolt. Oh, sometimes
I dream that it's 1967,

and I meet him on the Orient
Express, halfway to Istanbul.

He's in trouble.

He's being followed.

He needs a cover.

He sees me sitting alone in the
dining car, sipping espresso.

He races over to me and says,
"My name is Bolt, Roger Bolt."

And I say, "My name
Belker, Birdy Belker."

And what happens then?

The alarm clock goes off.

You know, Birdy,
fantasies are fine.

But what you need
in your life is

the real thing, not some secret
agent that died 20 years ago.

Yeah.

I know.

I heard that radio
psychologist once,

Dr. Ruth Eastheimer talk
about fantasy lovers.

She calls them ghostly
lovers, someone you make up

or someone you could
never have, someone

you spend your whole life
looking for, waiting for.

Yeah, someone who keeps you
from meeting the real thing.

Yeah.

She said the only way you can
get rid of a ghostly lover

is to live out the fantasy.

Well, you know,
like, kind of see

what the pitfalls
would be if you ever

were really to meet the guy.

Want to know how hopeless I am?

There was an
article in the paper

today that they
found Roger Bolt's

car in a bonded
warehouse and they're

going to auction it off.

For a second I even thought
about going down and buying it.

What stopped you?

Mark, it's a 1964
Aston Martin DB4.

Not exactly my style.

Well maybe it ought
to be your style.

Mark, I really don't think
a sports car is the answer.

Sure it is.

Some women go out and buy a new
dress to cheer themselves up,

or a new hat.

You know, a swanky car like
this might just be the ticket,

give her a whole
new outlook on life.

Mark, I really don't--

Oh!

Roger Bolt's car!

Birdy Belker is
Roger Bolt's car!

Birdy, maybe you
should just take a class.

Oh, no, no.

Oh, excuse me for
disagreeing with an angel,

but I think your
friend here is right!

I think you're right!

[speaking russian]

English, please.

You know, it is very dangerous
for us to be meeting like this.

It's much more
dangerous for me.

I don't have
diplomatic immunity.

So what is so urgent?

This.

They found Roger Bolt's car.

They're auctioning
it off tomorrow.

So?

The Krakov papers.

We never found them
on Bolt's body.

/ We didn't find them
in his apartment,

and we never found the car.

Now that's where they must be.

He must have hidden
them in the car.

What does it matter?

It's been almost 20 years.

Popovich is dead already.

But I'm not.

Now if someone gets a
hold of those papers

and puts two and
two together, it'll

lead directly to me, and to
you, Boris, our whole network.

We can't afford that.

We cannot allow that
car to fall into anybody

else's hands but ours.

You may be right, comrade.

I'll see to it that the car
is stolen before the auction.

No.

It'll create too much suspicion.

We'll just buy the car.

Right.

It's very possible
that they would

have somebody there watching
to see who's doing the bidding.

This whole thing
could be a trap.

You'll work through
a purchasing agent.

You won't meet him directly.

Your only contact with
him will be by phone.

He will bid for you
as an anonymous buyer.

Now don't worry about it.

It's done all the time.

It won't create the
least bit of suspicion.

All right, comrade.

I'll see to the
arrangements myself.

Whatever happens,
Boris, we have to get

that car, one way or the other.

Well, where are they?

I don't know.

She just said to wait for 'em.

I wish they'd hurry up.

Come on, you're
just miffed because it

was my idea to buy the car.

I'm not mad.

Come on, you are.

You're miffed.

You heard what she
said on the phone.

The father's behind her 100%.

He's going to help
her buy the car.

I'm telling you,
Jonathan, pizzazz.

Just what the doctor
ordered, pizzazz.

Yeah, I just
hope you're right.

Well what does that mean?

It means I just
hope you're right.

Oh you don't think so, huh?

I just have a
feeling, that's all.

What kind of feeling?

I don't know.

It's not as simple
as just buying a car.

There's something
more here, some--

some kind of presence.

Birdy: Jonathan!

Hi.

Hi.

Jonathan Smith,
Mark Gordon, these

are my parents, Mr.
And Mrs. Belker.

Oh, so you're the gardener.

I beg your pardon?

I told you, he's an angel, Ma.

Oh.

Nice, maybe.

Angel?

We'll see.

I think we better go in.

Listen, angel, I've
gone along with this

because it makes my baby happy.

I don't know who you are, fella,
but you keep your hands off

of her plants until you marry.

The plants?

All those wishing to bid
today must register here

and obtain a number.

Welby, of Welby and Shelby.

I'm a purchasing agent.

I'll be bidding for my client
who wishes to remain anonymous.

I'll require a telephone.

Of course, Mr. Welby.

$6,500 going
once, going twice.

Do I hear any other bids?

Sold to the gentleman
in back for $6,500.

[applause]

The next classic up for bid
is this 1964 Aston Martin BB4,

owned by the late
Roger Bolt. The car's

been warehoused since 1968
and will be sold as is.

We make no guarantees about
its mechanical condition.

We will start the
bidding at $3,000.

Do I hear $3,000?

Are you bidding that?

You'll have to hold
the card up high.

Don't by timid.

That's-- that's it.

I have $3,000.

$4,000.

AUCTIONEER: $4,000.

Do I hear five?

MAN: Five.
- Five.

Thank you.

Do I hear six?

$10,000.

AUCTIONEER: $10,000.

Do I hear 11?

Going once and twice.

11.

AUCTIONEER: 11 going
once, going twice.

WELBY: $15,000.

AUCTIONEER: 15.

Do I hear 16?

16.

Do I hear 16?

Pop, what will we do?

Go ahead.

We can go up to 20, but
that's all I've got.

AUCTIONEER: $16,000.

$16,000.

I have 16.

$17,000.

AUCTIONEER: 17, I have 17.

Do I hear 18?

18?

It's the chance of a
lifetime to own the car

of the legendary Roger Bolt.

$18,000.

AUCTIONEER: 18.

18.

Should I go 19?

AUCTIONEER: 18.
18.

I have 18.

19.

AUCTIONEER: 19.

I have 19.

Do I have $20,000/

$19,999.99.

$19,999.99.

Are there any more bids?

Do we have any more bids?

The bid is at $20,000.

AUCTIONEER: It's a classic,
ladies and gentlemen.

Shall I go higher, sir?

AUCTIONEER: You'll
really love it.

Oh my God.

AUCTIONEER: $19,999,
going once, going twice,

sold to the little lady.

[applause]

I couldn't thank you, Pop.

It's OK.

I love you.

And I love you too!

Now drive it around
until you meet somebody!

Oh!

There you are, my dear.

Not a fingerprint on it.

Drive it in good health.

Oh, yeah.

Hey look, why don't we follow
you, make sure you get home OK?

You know, these
foreign jobs can

be a little tricky sometimes.

- Thanks.
- OK.

Just take it slow.

OK.

You see her face?

I'm telling you, it's pizzazz.

Yeah, you told me and
I went along with it.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

I've just got this
feeling again.

There's just something
about that car.

Come on, baby.

Come on.

Start for Birdy.

If you don't mind
my saying, I think

it could use a bit more choke.

Oh yeah.

[scream]

You're-- you're--

The name's Bolt, Roger Bolt.

Oh!

Let's get her in a chair.

Yep.

Jonathan, what is going on?

I mean, one minute she's
fine, the next minute

she's passing out.

I mean, is she OK?

Yeah, she's going to be fine.
Don't worry.

I'll tell you in a minute.

Let's just get us some water.

Yeah, right.

JONATHAN: That's all right.

He's already getting it.

Who?

JONATHAN: Him.

Jon-- uh, Jonathan, that's uh,
that's you doing that, right?

I mean, with the stuff.

JONATHAN: The what?

MARK: The water!

I mean, you're doing it, right?

No, no.

I told you, that's him.

Him?

Him, oh him.

Oh, thanks Roger.

Come on, now wake up, Birdy.
Try to wake up.

Have a little water.

ROGER: You poor thing.

You look as if
you've seen a ghost.

The ghost!

JONATHAN: Oh, not again.

A ghost?

Where?

Well, there.

MARK: Who?

Him.

Who him?

JONATHAN: Him, him.

Who him him?

Mark, will you stop asking
me questions until I can get

Birdy to stay conscious
for more than five seconds

at a time, huh?

Look, Birdy, wake up.

Come on, wake up.

And don't pass out again until
I can tell you what's going on.

Jonathan, will you just
answer me one question?

Is there a ghost in here?

Yes!

I'll see you later.
JONATHAN: Oh, Mark.

Come on.
Why are you so scared?

Why?

He's dead.

Well so am I.

Yeah but I can see you.

I can't see him.

Ah.

I can see him.

Oh, Birdy, you're awake.

Birdy Belker, I'd like
you to meet Roger Bolt--

the ghost of Roger Bolt.

[sighing]

I'll wait for you in the car.

Nice meeting you, Roge.

The pleasure is mine.

Oh, he can't hear you either.

Oh.

No.

Birdy's the only mortal who
can see you or hear you.

Why?

Probably because you're
the one he's haunting.

Oh, don't put it
like that, old chap.

Don't think of it as haunting.

Think of it as,
well, hanging around.

I-- I don't understand.

Well, you see, Birdy, some
spirits when their bodies

die just aren't ready to go.

Up there, hm?

Yeah, or down there.

That hasn't been decided
in your case, Roger.

Look, I'm sorry.
I don't make the rules.

He does.

Yes, of course.

When you do see him, you just
might mention that I don't

take well to tropical climes.

Prickly heat.

I get a rash.

Oh, why is he haunting me?

You bought the car.

Roger goes with the car.

Don't I get any say in this?

I'm afraid not, Roger.

How about me?

Oh yeah.

You can get rid of the car.

But then he'll haunt
whoever I give the car to?

That's right.

.

Oh low, what's this?

"The Krakov Caper, the
True Story of Secret Agent

Roger Bolt" by Natasha Gudonov.

Natasha Gudonov.

Birdy, darling, here's a thought
that just popped in as it were.

Why don't you give me--

give the car to this
splendid creature.

It seems she's a friend of mine
already, this Natasha Gudonov.

Looks good enough for me.

I'm Natasha Gudonov.

You're-- well, you're
remarkably photogenic,

I must say.

Oh, no.

No, no.

That's Helen Hopnagel.

Mr. Crump puts her
picture on the stories

because he thinks
that she writes them.

But I'm the true
keeper of the flame

of Roger Bolt. I know every case
that you have ever worked on.

Well, I'm sure you do,
but don't you think she's

more the Aston Martin type?

Birdy, this is your
decision to make.

I'm not telling you what to do,
but the boss doesn't usually

do things without a reason.

What do you mean?

Well, this just might
be a chance to get

rid of your ghostly lover.

Ghostly lover?

Do you mean me?

Yes.

You're my ghostly lover, Roger!

Yeah, but the Roger
Bolt of your dreams

never really existed, Birdy.

You made him up in
your mind, a superhero,

loving, compassionate, kind.

Hush, old boy.

You'll turn my head.

Yeah, and who in real life
was selfish, egotistical,

and a womanizer, now
just maybe getting

his last chance
before the boss gives

him a one-way ticket south.

I'll tell you, Birdy.

I think you two just
might need each other.

Yeah.

Birdy Belker and Roger
Bolt, together at last.

[tires peeling out]

You let that car slip through
your fingers, you idiot.

I don't know what happened.

But don't worry.

We know who's got the car,
some woman named, uh, Birdy,

Birdy Belker.

Who is she?

Nothing, a nobody.

We can take care of her.

Well there aren't going to
be any slip-ups this time.

I'm going with you.

Just-- just to steal a car?

Not just a car.

We can't take any chances that
this woman found the papers.

She must die.

[humming]

Yoo hoo?

Oh.

[humming]

You're certainly
happy this morning.

Oh yes.

I guess I am.

I'm in love.

In love?

Uh, yeah, with--

with my car.

[laughing]

OLIVER: Natasha!

Natasha, how are you?

Crumpy, darling!

You-- you-- you know
my wife, Mrs. Crump.

Oh!

Mr.s Crumpy, darling.

How nice to see you.

Yeah.

Uh, Belker!

Go get me the McKinnley file.

My girl's out sick and I
don't know where she put it.

Yes, Mr. Crump.

[humming]

Be right back, darling.

Oliver!

That girl called you darling!

That's nonsense.

She was probably just
talking to Natasha.

HELEN: That's right,
Mrs. Crumpy, darling.

Now let's see.

Where is that story
she was writing--

typing!

/

Natasha, Helen, whatever your
name is, why can't you hear?

It's time like this and women
like you that make a man know

what a drag it is being dead!

Helen, darling, let's
cut the small talk.

What do you say, hmm?

Oh no!

No!

Oh!

Oh.

Crumpy, control yourself!

Oliver, how could you?

I, uh, I don't--

don't know what
you're talking about.

I-- I didn't touch her.

How could you, right there--

right there in front of me?

Birdy, Birdy, Birdy, darling.

It's not what you think.

Oh no?

I saw you groping that
groping that blond bimbo

right there at my desk!

Who are you calling a bimbo!

Oh, please.

I swear I didn't touch her.

She's insane.

Ah, Jonathan was right.

You're nothing but a womanizer.

Oh I'm glad I found out.

Now I'm rid of you at last!

You may have gotten rid
of your little Tootsie,

but I'll not get out of
your life that easily.

I know a divorce lawyer that
will make Marvin Mitchelson

look like Winnie the Pooh!

OLIVER: Oh, please,
Clara, listen.

The girl's demented.

She talks to dead plants.

Clara, please!

I've got to stop her.

A little late for that, Roger.

Smith, you've
got to talk to her?

Why, so you could
break her heart again?

Smith, you're a man.

You can understand.

I've been in a warehouse
for almost 20 years,

and then to see something
like that Hobnagel.

You know, Roger, you got
something most people never

get, a second chance,
and you let it slip

right through your fingers.

And then you walked all
over the only person who's

ever really cared about you.

Please, I'll do
better next time.

I-- I promise.

There isn't going be
any next time, Roger.

She's taking the car
to the warehouse.

When she brings it back,
your second chances are over.

Oh!

Birdy, listen to me, please.

No, Roger.

I'm a person.

I'm not like the furniture.

I've got feelings too.

I-- I know you're a person.

No, I'm more than that.

Roger Bolt, more than just a
person, I'm me, Birdy Belker,

and I'm woman,
W-O-M-A-N. And you,

you've got a one-way
ticket south,

Buster, cause I'm
getting rid of this car

and everything that's in it.

[tires peeling out]

[tires peeling out]

- Follow that car.
- What's wrong?

I'm not sure.

Just follow it.

[police sirens]

Birdy, just
because a man's been

put on a rather
strict diet doesn't

mean he can't read the menu.

Oh.

That's all I was
doing, I swear it.

Ha.

Oh, you might have been able
to sell that can of beans

to the old Birdy Belker.

You're looking at the new
Birdy Belker, a woman scorned.

Birdy, do you know anyone
in an anonymous black car

who might be just the
tiniest bit peeved with you?

Don't change the subject.

You're nothing but a cad.

Bolsky.

It's not Bolsky.

I saw you nibbling at her neck.

I'm not talking
about Hobnagel.

I'm talking about Bolsky.

Yeah, you're full of Bolsky.

Boris Bolsky, there!

He's got a gun.

A gun?

That's Boris Bolsky,
the man that killed me.

Are you sure?

I've only been
killed once, darling.

I'm quite sure.

Well, what does
he want with me?

The Krakov papers,
I hid them in the car.

Ah!

They prove that Yuri Popovich
isn't really a defector,

but he's really a spy.

But Popovich has
been dead for years.

Really?

I didn't even know he was ill.

Werner!

Werner?

Werner, the-- the stodgy
fella from the agency?

What about him?

Well, he-- he
vouched for Popovich.

He convinced the
agency that Popovich

was a genuine defector.

So if Popovich is a spy--

So is Werner!

Right!

Right indeed!

Ah, that's brilliant.

Well done, darling!

Good thinking!

[tires squealing]

[horn honking]

Well done again, Birdy, my
dear, I underestimated you.

You really are a most
extraordinary woman.

Did you mean it?

Yes.

Birdy, there isn't time.

You get out and
make a run for it.

All they want is the car.

No.

What about you?

If I get rid of the car,
you may be in for a bad case

of prickly heat.

Does it matter?

You were going to
do that anyway.

No.

No, I wasn't.

I would have cooled down.

I would have changed my mind.

Well, you should have.

I'm everything you said I was.

I didn't think I could change,
even if I had a second chance.

But you've got to
run now, Birdy,

while there's still time.

You-- you'd risk your
immortal soul to save me?

Why not?

You're the only person who's
ever really cared for me.

Oh, I'm not leaving ya.

Birdy, you've got to!

Oh, no.

I always dreamt that we would
meet on the Orient Express,

halfway to Istanbul.

Birdy, we're just off
the San Bernardino freeway,

halfway to Barstow.

Whatever.

For the time in my life,
I don't feel like a mouse.

I feel like a--

[tires squealing]

All right.

Out of the car.

Out!

Out!

The name is
Belker, Birdy Belker.

Yeah?

Well they'll get it
right in the morgue.

Now where are those papers?

I said, where are those papers?

[laughing]

What is the matter with you?

I don't know!

[gun shot]

Freeze, dirt-bag!

It will take
more than mouthwash

to stop Boris [inaudible].

Oh yeah?

Yah!

[police siren]

Birdy.

Birdy, are you all right?

Yeah.

Right, everybody freeze!

Now what's going on?

Officer!

There are papers
in this car that

prove these two men are spies!

Now put the cuffs on them
and send for the meat wagon!

Roger, we did it!

We did it!

I am no spy.

Roger!

I am diplomat.

Roger?

Rollie?

He's gone.

MARK: Hey, Jonathan,
listen to this.

"The Secretary Who
Came in From the Cold--

Typist Captures Spy Ring, a
True Story of Birdy Belker."

Who cares about
fame and glory?

Where's Roger?

Where's Roger Bolt?

Birdy, he finally
met someone he cared

about more than he did himself.

He risked his immortal
soul to save you.

In so doing, he saved himself.

You mean, he's up there?

He must be.

It's all over.

My dream's over.

No, Birdy, your
life's just beginning.

Go on, it's time to
live in the real world.

The real world is
lonely, Jonathan.

[inaudible]

Where you going, Birdy?

I think I'll go for a ride.

At least I still have his car.

See ya, fellas.

Oh!

Oh!
Oh!

I'm sorry sorry.

No, no, no, no, no.

It's not your fault.

Oh yes it is my fault.

No.

You don't have to do that.

You.

You!

Me?

Yeah, you!

You're the lady
in the newspaper.

You're-- you're Birdy Belker.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah!

It's me.

Wow, I can't believe it.

This is great.

What a life you've had.

I have to tell you, it's--

it's an honor to meet you.

Me?

Yeah.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I'm-- I'm Alvin Mintz.

Oh.

Hi, Alvin.

Hi.

Well, I'm just moving in here.

Here?

Oh yeah.

Oh, I live her.

Great.

I'm, um, I'm in 2A.

You're kidding.

I'm in 2C.

Well, uh, maybe we can
get together sometime?

Well, sure.

How about now?

I mean, you know,
we're neighbors.

So we can make a
casserole or something.

Yeah.

It sounds great.

Let me help.

Thanks.

Is that your car?

Oh yeah.

I'm thinking of selling it.

I've kind of out-grown it.

Come on.

Well, we did it
again, Kimosabe.

You got to admit my idea worked.

She met someone and
Roger's upstairs.

I got to hand it to you.

When you're right, you're right.

Well, maybe next time
you'll take my suggestion.

You know what I mean?

[honking]

[engine starting]

ROGER: Bolt's the name,
Roger Bolt. Need a lift?

[theme music playing]