Hart to Hart (1979) s01e10 Episode Script

This is my boss, Jonathan Hart.
A self-made billionaire.
He's quite a guy.
This is Mrs.
H.
She's gorgeous.
What a terrific lady.
By the way, my name is Max.
I take care of them, which ain't easy 'cause their hobby is murder.
Tommy, I know the Dodgers are out of it, but are you in? What the hell good is four out of seven? No wonder you lost to the Yankees.
I fold.
- Same.
- What have you got? - Aces full.
- I'm ruined.
- Isn't that pretty? - I got burnt.
Look at that lovely pot.
- What's the name of the game? - Cut them.
- Here, Mr.
H.
- Oh, thanks.
- Did you find that on the last card? - When you're hot, you're hot.
Five-card draw.
We've been invited to a wedding in Monte Carlo.
Really? Whose? - Niki Stephanos.
- No kidding.
- Big time.
- Very big money.
Didn't you once have a thing with her, Jonathan? No, she and Mr.
H were just good friends.
They were more than just friends, Max.
He explained the whole thing to me, didn't you, darling? - Is anybody gonna play? - Come on.
Ante up.
That's strange.
- Are you in, Jonathan? - Sure.
She's marrying Alexander Constantine.
- So what's so strange? - No, thanks, Max.
He was her father's right-hand man.
She couldn't stand him.
She used to call him Old Steely Eyes.
Well, people change.
I'll open.
I haven't seen Niki for seven years.
I'll call.
Why would they send a cable instead of an invitation? Jonathan, are you in? And why would they send it four days before the wedding? - Jonathan.
- No, I'm out.
And why hasn't there been word one about this in the newspaper? I mean, this is a big wedding.
What is this? Multiple choice? I'm in.
Me, too.
Cards, folks? Yeah, please give me three.
Two.
- I'll stand pat.
- We better start packing.
Jonathan, not now.
Look, darling, there's something going on, and I'm gonna find out Maybe we'd better stay a while.
If you keep winning like that, you're not gonna be invited to play.
How can they not invite me to play? It's my house.
You don't understand.
I'm not going to invite you.
Sore loser.
You want me to make it up to you? It's a pleasure to welcome you both to Monte Carlo again.
Thank you very much, Charles.
How's your family? Well? Oh, fine.
Thank you very much, Mr.
Hart.
By the way, I have reserved for you the honeymoon suite as you requested.
Charles, after four years, do you think we still qualify? As far as I'm concerned.
- Darling.
- Niki, Theo.
We'll be along in a minute, Charles.
Thank you.
- Niki, it's wonderful to see you.
- You look marvelous, Jonathan.
Thank you.
Niki, this is Jennifer.
After all Jonathan's told me, I feel I know you already.
So nice to finally meet you, too.
And that is Theo, little brother.
What happened to you? A small accident.
Tell me, what brings you to Monte Carlo? - I beg your pardon? - What are you doing here? You are the Niki Stephanos that's being married on Saturday? Yes, just a small affair.
Family and a few close friends.
In that case, we feel even more flattered that you included us.
- But we never - It wouldn't be the same without you.
- You did invite us.
- Of course.
I've just spent so much time denying everything to the press lately.
You know how it is.
I'll call you tomorrow.
We must get together.
Come, Theo.
Was it something I said? I think it's something she didn't say.
Darling, how welcome do you think we are at this wedding? Good question.
You know Niki is very attractive.
You want to finish that thought? Well, it's just strange meeting the competition.
She never even played in your league.
Don't go away.
I'll be right back.
Don't be frightened.
Jonathan, go to the bathroom.
- I don't have to go to the bathroom.
- Yes, you do.
I do? Mr.
and Mrs.
Hart? - I'm here for an urgent reason.
- There's one downstairs.
Forgive me for hiding in there, but the hotel is not safe for me.
Alex Constantine has people everywhere.
- Alexander Constantine? - Oui.
It was I who sent you the cable.
The wedding must be stopped.
- Excuse me, but who are you? - I am Paul Villon.
Until a month ago, I was Niki's fiancé.
We love each other.
She does not love him.
- Him? - Alex Constantine.
Oh, yes.
Niki is my life.
I would not have risked offending her, by inviting you here if I were not positive that she loves me.
Why did you invite us here? She talked of you so much.
She trusts you, respects you.
If anyone can find out why she is doing this, it is you.
- Paul Villon? - Oui.
Paul, people do change their minds.
Perhaps she really is in love with Alex Constantine.
Oh, no.
From the moment she decided to marry him Niki sees no one.
Speaks to no one.
I begged her to tell me the truth.
She refuses to speak even to me.
I think that Niki is in danger.
Great danger.
If I could prove to you that the marriage must not take place then would you help me? - We would.
- Thank you.
If I find out more, I'll contact you.
The message will be from "your Cousin Paul.
" I shall leave by the service entrance.
Be careful.
If Alex Constantine finds out we've spoken, you could be in danger.
Believe him? Well, why would he go to all the trouble of inviting us if he wasn't telling the truth? Oh, I don't know.
Niki is one of the richest women in the world.
If I was going to waltz her down the aisle I'm not sure whether I wouldn't call out all the troops.
- Did you order that? - Did you? With my compliments, Jonathan to welcome you and your lovely wife to Monte Carlo.
- Hello, Alex.
- You look very fit, Jonathan.
The years have obviously been kind to you.
My name is Alex Constantine, Niki's fiancé.
How do you do? Won't you sit down? Well, I mustn't stay, but Niki asked me to call upon you.
She felt that perhaps this morning she wasn't as welcoming as she might have been.
No, not at all.
I gather there was some confusion about your invitation to the wedding.
Yes, you might say that.
It's only going to be a very small affair, you understand.
No publicity.
Just a few close friends.
I must confess that I had hoped to surprise Niki with your presence.
You see, I sent you the invitation.
I mailed it to you without her knowledge.
But we should be extremely disappointed if you're not at the wedding.
We're awfully glad to get the mystery of the invitation solved, aren't we, darling? I expect it was something of a surprise to you, Jonathan, that Niki finally yielded to my entreaties.
Yes.
It certainly was a lesson in persistence.
Yes, well, Niki is not the person that you knew, you understand.
She's become very grown up now.
Much more mature.
She has her own set of values.
Indeed, we look forward to a very long and successful marriage.
Cheers.
Well, I must be off.
Mrs.
Hart, if there's anything I can do to make your stay in Monte Carlo more agreeable, please don't hesitate to call upon me.
Thank you very much.
- Goodbye.
- Au revoir.
- Jonathan.
- Alex.
I wonder how many other people are gonna claim they sent us that invitation? You weren't exactly overly friendly to Mr.
Constantine.
There never was a lot of love lost between us.
What is this? Camouflage? Well, it's spring south of France, beautiful day beautiful lady, and I love you.
You're so romantic.
I wonder where Paul is.
Frankly, I don't care if he is a little late.
I'm having such a lovely time.
Well, he said he'd be here around 3:00.
There he is.
John.
Jonathan.
It looks like Alex has started to play for keeps.
If that's what Paul gets for trying to talk to us what do we get for trying to listen? Well, the police couldn't have been nicer but they said there are so many Fiats in town that without a license number there's nothing they can do to help.
You suggest they question Alex? They didn't seem too eager to offend him.
Yes, Mademoiselle Niki Stephanos, please.
Jonathan Hart.
Yes, the same one.
Well, when she can come to the phone would you please ask her to call me at the Excelsior Hotel? Thank you.
Unavailable? Very unavailable.
I have got to get to see her somehow.
How are you gonna manage that? Alex must have her guarded better than the Bank of France.
Luckily, I packed my climbing shoes.
The princess is captive in the tower.
What else can a knight in shining armour do? If I'm not back in an hour, you call the gendarmes.
Hey, boss.
Don't get a chink in your armour.
Good evening, Truneau.
Sir, there was a call from Paris.
The Cardinal will not be in until the morning of the wedding.
See that arrangements are made for him.
Jonathan.
- I was in the neighborhood.
- You haven't changed, have you? Capri, '71.
The paparazzi were driving us crazy, trying to get pictures of us.
Remember? So you came in through the window while they waited downstairs in the lobby.
- We had them fooled for two whole weeks.
- Yes, we did.
Who are you fooling now, Niki? - No one.
- Come on.
Straight.
You can't be serious about this wedding.
- That's not very flattering, Jonathan.
- Flattery is for flatterers.
I'm a friend, remember? Alex has been with the Stephanos family for over 30 years.
He's been loyal and devoted.
Well, then give him a gold watch.
But don't give him yourself.
My parents are dead.
Someone has to run the companies.
Alex - I respect him.
I admire him.
- Tell me you love him.
- What makes you so sure that I don't? - Paul Villon.
Paul was an escapade.
A diversion.
- Then why was he kidnapped? - My God.
- Did Alex take him? - I don't know.
Come on, Niki, you can tell me.
I can help you.
Then stay out of it, please.
If you do, Paul will be safe.
It's the only thing I care about.
Now that sounds like love.
Except for you, men have always looked at me as though I were a bank account.
Until Paul.
He loved me, not the money, not the power.
- Then why marry Alex? - It's the only way I could It doesn't matter.
- I am going to marry him.
- Niki.
Jonathan.
Trust me.
So that's it? You're a one-man woman? And that man is Alexander Constantine? Is that what you're trying to tell me? - Jonathan.
- What Alex I hope you won't misunderstand.
I'm Can't blame a man for trying.
And what am I supposed to do? Go along with this charade? Play the outraged fiancé? - Do I strike you as a fool, Jonathan? - Hardly.
What are you doing here? I'm trying to figure out why Niki is going through with this marriage.
For the usual reasons.
Love, affection mutual trust.
Alex, I don't play the fool any better than you do.
I am very well aware of that.
I can find my way out.
See that Mr.
Hart is given every courtesy at his hotel.
Obviously Alex is holding something against her.
You mean something in her deep, dark past? Like you, maybe? - Isn't that enough? - Hart? - I'm Jonathan Hart.
- Telephone.
- I'll take it in my room.
- Telephone.
Telephone.
I'll be right back.
Wait here.
Somehow I have a feeling this call is gonna be collect.
- Come with me, Monsieur.
- I'm sorry.
My dance card is filled.
I'll take a club, à la Carte.
The pâté! Not the pâté! He's right.
Not with the white wine.
Jonathan? No! Beef Wellington.
No! That's enough! Not the béarnaise! Gentlemen, give that man the cheque.
frankly, I'd feel more comfortable at a Shriner's convention.
Well, you'd look cute with the hat on.
Especially with what you're wearing now.
- Move your foot.
- Sorry.
Look, we are cordially not invited to this shindig - so why don't we just go home? - What? And miss who's gonna catch the bouquet? Not on your life.
Exactly.
Not on my life and not on yours.
Well, I don't know about you, but I'm just beginning to have a good time.
All right.
We have a perfectly wonderful kitchen of our own.
I'll tell you you're wanted on the telephone and then I'll hit you with a chocolate mousse.
I like your strawberry tarts better.
I'm serious.
We are in danger here.
Okay.
We'll give Niki one more chance.
If she doesn't level with us, we'll take the hint, we'll pack our bags - and we'll kiss the bride goodbye.
- Lightly on the cheek.
Any place you say.
Good.
Jonathan, move your foot.
Sorry.
Niki.
You said you wouldn't interfere.
- We won't, but we do want to help.
- You can't.
- Are you sure? - Positive.
Well, we tried.
We'll be checking out today.
Believe me, that's best for everyone.
Go to St.
Tropez and lie on the beach.
Make wondrous love.
We didn't mean to meddle.
It's only that marriage is such an important choice.
I know that.
Your father was a good man.
I had a great deal of respect for him.
I was proud to have him as my friend.
And I loved him very much, Niki.
It hurts me to see this happening to you, to his daughter.
Goodbye, Niki.
Goodbye.
Wait! If I don't marry Alex, my brother will go to prison for a long time.
What? Six weeks ago, Theo was at a party.
He had too much to drink.
The host wanted to call a taxi but he insisted on driving himself home.
He drove into a tree.
The accident.
When his car went off the road, it hit two women.
One of them was killed.
Alex was following behind Theo.
He got there before the police did, and took care of things.
At first I blessed him for it.
Then about a week later, he came to me and proposed again.
- At first I didn't understand.
- But he made things more clear.
You either marry him, or Theo goes to prison.
Now you can understand.
Theo is my brother.
The last of my family.
I love him.
And I promised my father that I would look after him.
Does Alex stand to get a share of the Stephanos empire when you marry? He's forcing me to sign an agreement.
Once the marriage takes place, he has control of everything.
So you see, there is nothing you can do.
I don't know.
There's still a little time before the wedding.
Please understand.
The two men I love Theo and Paul, will be destroyed if I don't go through with this.
Trust us, Niki.
Will you do that? Just trust us.
Did you have a pleasant afternoon? - I visited my father's grave.
- You saw the Harts.
- Alex, I'm very tired.
- Now you listen to me, Niki.
You stay away from the Harts until after the wedding.
Unless you want something unpleasant to happen to them, too.
You understand me? Yes, I understand.
Yes, this is Roddy Eastminster.
Sir Roddy Eastminster.
Yes.
But you needn't trouble yourself about that.
No, not at all.
Yes, I'd like to speak to Mr.
Stephanos.
Theo, that is.
Yes.
Well, is he about? Oh, thank you.
That would be very kind of you.
Very kind, yes.
It's a good thing you're not impersonating the Chinese ambassador.
Do I badmouth your Streisand? Oh, is that right? Well, when he does come back, would you ask him to meet me in the Boix Royale? I'll see him there this afternoon.
Yes, that's very kind of you.
Very kind of you.
That's Eastminster.
Roddy Eastminster.
Sir Roddy.
You're naked without your "sir," you know that? Of course, I knew it was you.
Who else could this Sir Roddy Eastminster have been? It's good to see you smiling again.
Lately there has been little reason to.
I should have gone to the police right away.
But I was frightened.
And the longer I waited, the harder it became.
And, now one woman dead, another crippled my sister forced into a marriage she doesn't want.
It is wrong.
I must let the truth be known.
If it is the truth.
I was there.
But you don't remember anything.
No, not after I left the party.
When was that, exactly? Maybe 2:00, maybe 3:00.
That hour of the morning? A country road? Two women on it? Who were they? The one who died was Marie Sagan, a tourist from Geneva.
Her friend, the one who was crippled is Janine Duval.
She is a She was a dancer.
And she agreed to remain silent.
Yes, Alex and his money can be very persuasive.
Why don't we see how persuasive Mr.
Constantine was? I bear no grudges.
I tell myself, this was my fate.
Perhaps it was meant to be.
But surely you want more than just this.
It's sufficient for my needs.
I prepare my own food.
I listen to my music.
Sometimes I dream of dancing again but I know it is only a dream.
- Would you care for some wine? - Thank you.
Mademoiselle OuvaI we lied to you when we said we were friends of the Stephanos family.
Actually, we're business acquaintances.
Competitors, if you like.
Why did you lie to me? To gain your confidence.
It's worth millions to us to destroy the Stephanos interests.
If you could tell the police the truth about Marie Sagan's death the Stephanos family would be ruined.
I told you, I bear no grudges.
What's worth millions to us could be worth a great deal to you.
I do not understand these things.
I know nothing of wealth, Monsieur.
You think about it.
We'll be at the Hotel Excelsior.
Call anytime.
- What do you think? - I'm not sure.
I'll see what more I can find out about her.
Why don't you look into the tragic death of Marie Sagan? Do all the Swiss Insurance companies employ such attractive young investigators? Well, I really wouldn't know.
I never attend any of the conventions.
What exactly do you wish to know about Marie Sagan? - What did she die of? - Internal injuries.
- Specifically? - Are you sure you want to know? Yes, please.
Thank you.
- May I take one of these? - Yes, of course.
The nurse that was on duty that night, may I talk to her? She no longer works at this hospital.
- The doctor in charge, then.
- He is at a seminar, in Brussels.
A very long seminar, I assume.
Very.
Thank you so much.
You've been terribly helpful.
My pleasure.
Take a look at this.
Notice anything strange? Look again.
Her hair.
For someone who's just been hit by a car, she's immaculately groomed.
Whoever posed for this wanted to look their best.
Don't we all? I talked to Geneva before I spoke to the doctor.
There are no recent burial records of a Marie Sagan.
Also no birth records.
In fact, there are no records at all.
- As though she never existed.
- The thought did cross my mind.
- What about Janine? - She was a dancer with the local ballet company.
Opening night she got three dozen roses from Mr.
Constantine.
The next day, at the matinee, she never showed up.
Good old Alex.
Yeah, he's the regular Flo Ziegfeld of Monte Carlo.
You see a pattern beginning to form? Yes, but it's still a little theoretical.
We'll test that theory.
See why Miss Duval made such a sudden retirement from the stage.
Do not move, Monsieur.
- It's becoming more fact than theory.
- Drive carefully, Mr.
Hart.
You have a long way to go.
I'm beginning to wish we'd been wrong.
Let me ask you something.
Is this place on the American plan? A word of caution, Mr.
Hart.
He has orders to kill.
And he's excellent at following orders.
Frightened? With you? Never.
Just look at this place.
- Paul.
- My friends.
One of these days I'm gonna see you and not scream.
- How are you? - I could use some fresh air.
- I shouldn't wonder.
- I am sorry to have brought you to this.
- How is Niki? - She's fine.
She's not happy, but she's safe.
What were you gonna tell us that day they grabbed you in the park? When I left your hotel that morning, I saw Alex Constantine.
He was alone, without his usual bodyguards.
That made me curious, so I followed him.
He went to a house in the Rue Picard.
He let himself in with his own key.
- Does that house belong to a woman? - Yes.
- Called Janine Duval? - Yes! Theory confirmed.
A lot of good it's gonna do us down here.
That wedding is tomorrow afternoon.
Help! Help me, please! Help.
He hit his head.
Please, help.
Please! - It is a trick.
- No, I promise you.
He's hurt.
Please, look at him.
Help me.
Against the wall.
He's bleeding.
I will see, but not close.
I know what you are planning.
I bend over him, he hits me.
I will not let this happen.
- But he's hurt, you can see that for your - Against the wall.
And no trick.
I know them all.
- I think the wine went to his head.
- It's a long way back to Monte Carlo.
We have to move quickly if we are to stop the wedding.
Stop it? After all this trouble Alex has gone to? Inviting all his friends.
And having a Cardinal officiate.
- I'm a sucker for weddings.
- So am I, aren't you? Let's go.
- Mr.
Constantine.
- Thank you, Truneau.
- Blessings on this joyous day, my son.
- I was worried about you.
Yes, an unfortunate misunderstanding.
I thought I was meant to wait at my hotel.
Well, now you're here.
That's all that matters.
Would you care for a glass of champagne? Well, I don't usually, but considering the occasion.
I hope you feel some shame.
Taking me from my own house.
I know, Alex.
I know.
You wanted to have a small wedding but I thought there was room for one more.
As usual, I find your taste appalling.
Who is this man? A former suitor of my fiance’s.
An intruder.
My son, look deeply into your soul and do not spoil this sacred moment.
On the contrary, Your Eminence, I can hardly wait for it to begin.
And now if there be anyone here present who knows why these two should not be joined together in holy matrimony let him speak now, or forever hold his peace.
I now pronounce you man and wife.
Don't look so sad.
I'll be all right.
Now are you satisfied? Will you take me home? Certainly.
But first I thought you might like to have a swim.
What's this? What did he do? Did they schedule a baptism, too? She needs help.
Somebody come to rescue her.
Help me! Just a minute, Alex, now, just relax.
She must learn self-reliance.
Help me, please! What's Jonathan doing? Trying to prove something.
- I hope we didn't make a mistake.
- The truth, Janine.
That's all.
Just tell us the truth.
The worst you could get is a couple of years.
You must admit that that's better than drowning.
Devil! She's got a heck of a kick, doesn't she? It's all your fault, Monsieur Big.
Everything was going to be so wonderful.
Amazing recovery.
She wasn't injured in the accident? Theo, she was nowhere near the accident.
- And there is no Marie Sagan.
- There never was.
The only person that you injured that night of that accident, was yourself.
The women at this party are absolutely fabulous.
Excuse me.
Where did you get him? His booking agent said that he did a couple of seasons - at the Comédie Francaise.
- Where? In the bar? Jonathan.
Have you and Jennifer done what I think you've done? Your marriage has just been annulled.
You're outrageous.
Both of you.
And I love you for it.
Excuse me for a second.
Now you listen to me, Hart.
If you think you can possibly get away with this you're very much mistaken.
Alex, we've spent an unforgettable few days here in Monte Carlo.
We've been assaulted, abducted and in more than one way, aggravated.
But I want you to know one thing.
If I ever hear of you doing anything anything to Niki, Paul or Theo you'll answer to me.
I'll say your farewells.
You have no idea, how happy I am that you tried that.
Why did we go through with the wedding at all? Because we needed more time.
And you'd gone through all of this trouble to make these preparations.
- Darling, look who's here.
- And not a moment too soon.
Paul, I was so worried about you.
- Is everything all right, Jonathan? - Yes, it is, Your Eminence.
And thank you very much for trusting me.
My.
What kind of a Cardinal can't hold the grape? Jonathan, thank you for not listening to me.
What a shame to cancel the party.
I mean, you've got all the guests, the champagne, the cake and the real Cardinal.
And a man to marry for all the right reasons.
- I think that's a lovely idea.
- Me, too.
I love happy endings.
Yeah, because then everybody gets what they deserve.