Hart to Hart (1979) s01e13 Episode Script

This is my boss, Jonathan Hart.
A self-made millionaire.
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.
Thanks.
- Can I help you, sir? - Candy's up to 30 cents? I remember when it was a nickel.
I can remember when it was a penny and you were lucky to have a penny.
Have a nice day.
Mr.
Hart.
How's the classiest guy on the block? Rose, I think you're prejudiced.
- What'd the Lakers do last night? - They won.
Won by one point.
That's terrific.
I had the Lakers plus a bucket.
Max owes me a 10 spot.
- Nice way to start my day.
- Say, I got some more good news.
This just arrived from England.
Your Economist.
Thanks.
Mr.
Hart, you know you can save yourself $30 a year by having this airmailed to your office instead of buying it from me.
Rose, are you telling me that the honeymoon is over? All right, Mr.
Big Spender.
$2.
Rose's, hold on.
There's your change.
Mr.
Hart, never lose that million-dollar smile.
Rose, I love you.
- Hello.
- Hello, Rose.
Remember me? I told you never to call me here.
- I gave you everything you asked for.
- It wasn't enough.
I want $5,000 more - in small bills, please.
- But I I haven't got $5,000.
Oh, well.
I'm sure you'll think of something.
Remember, it's a seller's market, and I have a very hot item.
I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
Mr.
Hart, I have Stanley Friesen on the line for you.
Thanks, Deanne.
Stanley, this is Jonathan Hart.
Can you bring up the information on that Geneva merger? There's no rush, Stanley, just whenever you've got time.
Yeah, okay.
Thank you.
- Yes.
- Mr.
Hart, your wife is here.
That's the best news I've had all day.
Will you hold all the calls? - Darling, you look great! - Hello.
- I believe we had a luncheon date? - We do.
1:00 at La Scala.
I made the reservations.
What's this? Do you remember where we were last year at this time? Last year, at this time, we were in Nice.
- Right.
And wasn't Nice nice? - It was wonderful.
Well, since we can't go to Nice, I thought I would bring Nice to us.
Voilà! Some Pouilly-fuissé, some pâté and you.
Thank you, Mr.
Jones.
I have to see Mr.
Hart right away.
I'm sorry, Stanley, you're gonna have to wait.
No, you don't understand, you see he asked me to deliver this information right over here.
You don't understand.
He's in there with Mrs.
Hart.
- Mrs.
Hart! - Hello, Stanley.
I'm sorry, Mr.
Hart.
I told him he couldn't barge in, but he doesn't understand.
- That's all right, Deanne.
Stanley? - This is the stuff you asked for, Mr.
Hart.
Yeah, I know.
But I told you, you didn't have to rush.
I know.
But I was down in the File Room and I thought maybe you'd changed your mind and, you know maybe you needed it in a hurry.
Or because maybe you could use it before you thought you could.
Thanks very much, Stanley.
I'm glad to see that you're on your toes.
You, too, Deanne.
Right.
Anything else you need, Mr.
Hart? Not at the moment.
Thank you, Stanley.
Nice seeing you, Mrs.
Hart.
Come on, Deanne.
Can't you see they want to be left alone? Now, where were we? - Why didn't you tell me? - I did.
Hey, Deanne, I've got to talk to Mr.
Hart.
I'm sorry.
You're going to have to wait, Rose.
I can't wait.
I've got to talk to him now.
Nobody can see Mr.
Hart without an appointment.
Not even me.
I wouldn't see you with an appointment.
Mr.
Hart.
I'm sorry to barge in on you like this.
- Nice was never like this.
- Only at the railway station.
How are you, Rose? Rose, would you like to join us for a glass of wine? No, thanks.
- What I need is a favour.
- Name it.
I need $5,000 and I need it now.
Rose, for you, anything.
Sit down, Rose.
I ain't asking for a handout.
I'm putting these stocks up as collateral.
These are Hart Industry certificates.
Purchased the day of issue? Jonathan, look at that.
Hey, Rose! I recognized a winner when I saw one.
- Rose, you sure know how to pick them.
- So do you.
Rose, I'm happy to write a cheque for you, but you do know that those shares are worth five times this amount, don't you? Well, I don't want to sell them.
I'm just asking for a loan.
- My name is spelled M-A-C - I know, Rose.
I'm your landlord, remember? Is there any problem? Anything I can help you with? No, sir, not really.
There you are.
Thank you, Mr.
Hart.
I sure do appreciate this.
I always said he was the classiest guy on the block.
- You got my money, Rose? - Yes.
- Yeah, I got it in small bills, like you asked.
- Good.
- Now can I get the gun back? - Of course.
That was our deal.
A little something to water your ferns.
All right, funny boy, where's the real gun? My meal ticket, Rose.
And that 5,000 is just an appetizer.
You! Give me that! This cheese soufflé is going to tickle your tummies.
Smells delicious.
Mrs.
H, what a nice compliment from such a good-looking sniffer.
Max.
You want to bet how many peas are in this pod? Nice try, Mr.
H.
You win a Laker game on a desperation shot, and now you think you're lucky.
- How much do I owe you? - You're in to me for a cool $190.
- Jonathan! - That's okay, darling.
Max doesn't charge me vigorish.
And I ain't gonna garnish his wages, either.
- I got a sure thing at Santa Anita today.
- Oh, yeah? I'm listening.
Inside information, right from the track.
Shut Up Tight, long shot, going off at 27 to 1.
- Put me down for 25, Max.
I like the name.
- You're down.
Jonathan, how can you bet on a horse just because you like the name? I liked you immediately because of your name.
Oh, so at last the awful truth is out.
No.
Same monogram.
If you'd have been Hilda, Gilda, or even Matilda we couldn't have swapped towels.
Got it? This must be eaten moments after it cools.
I'll get it.
Hello? Yeah, this is Jonathan Hart.
We'll be right over.
Right over! Mr.
H, you can't do this to me.
That was the police.
Rose MacCready has been mugged.
She's in Braddock University Hospital.
Come on.
I know just how you feel.
Rose MacCready? Yes, right down the corridor.
Room 210.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Jonathan Hart.
My wife, Jennifer.
- How do you do? Hi, Don Peterson.
I'm in charge of the campus police.
Thanks for calling us.
I just didn't know who else to contact.
I found this envelope in her bag.
Is she all right? Well, the doctor says she has a mild concussion.
She says she slipped and fell but I found this button clasped in her hand.
I figured that she must have ripped it off from whoever tried to attack her.
May we go in? Hi, Rose.
How do you feel? Like the night after Prohibition was repealed.
- Who called you? - The police.
- What happened? - I - I fell.
- You fell? - The police said you were mugged.
- Were you? I can't tell you.
- Why not? - I just can't, I'm I'm sorry I can't tell you, Mr.
Hart, but I'm But I'm too scared.
We're your friends, Rose.
We can help you.
Please.
Don't get involved.
See? Don't ask me don't ask anybody.
Just don't get involved, I I can't tell you, I'm Please.
I thought you was gonna take me home.
I don't know why I'm dragging in here.
- Now, Rose.
- Because we want to take care of you.
But who says I need taking care of? Well, it's like the old Madison Square Garden.
- Come on, Rose.
Sit down.
- Max! - Now, you just make yourself at home.
- Just relax.
- Sit down.
- Don't treat me like an invalid.
Feet up.
Now, Rose, you're going to need some things from home.
If you give us the keys to your apartment, we'll go pick them up.
Well, I don't wanna be a burden.
- If it ain't Madame Butterfly! - Yeah, I needed this.
- Hiya, Rosie.
- Don't call me Rosie, you bozo.
Who you calling a bozo, you bimbo? Easy, Max, easy.
Now, time out.
How would you like a cup of tea, Rose? Max, why don't you make Rose a nice cup of tea? Can he make a cup of tea? I don't mean with a dinky teabag.
I mean brewed tea.
English Breakfast, Camomile, Darjeeling.
You name it, I'll brew it.
- Good, then just brew it.
- We'll go pick up your things for you, Rose.
- It's only for overnight.
- We live in hope.
- Jonathan.
- Yeah.
Who's the boy in the photograph? It's probably her grandson, Carl.
- Nice-looking young man.
- He's dead.
- Dead? - He died a couple of weeks ago.
- An accident? - Some illness.
Rose wouldn't talk about it.
- He was only 20 when he died.
- What a shame.
- Jonathan.
- Yeah.
Did you know he went to Braddock University? - That's where they found Rose.
- Coincidence? How about we parry a few questions to the fencing instructor at Braddock? Why not? Hey! Why'd you cross out High Compression in the ninth race? High Compression's a sprinter.
He fades out after seven furlongs.
The ninth race is a mile.
Shut Up Tight's going wire to wire.
High Compression has dropped down $10,000 in class.
Against his field even a tubby chubby like yourself could win at a mile.
You wanna put your money where your mouth is? - A sawbuck on the nose.
- You got it.
- The halls of ivy.
- The halls of bougainvillea, dear.
- Coach Sanford? - Yes.
- Jonathan and Jennifer Hart.
- How do you do? How do you do? We'd like to talk to you about Carl MacCready.
He's dead.
And he's buried.
And this institution doesn't need any more bad publicity.
Good day, Mr.
and Mrs.
Hart.
Coach, we're not from the press.
We're friends of Carl's grandmother.
Friends of Rose? I'm sorry.
How is she? I haven't seen her since the funeral.
- She was mugged last night.
- Right on this campus.
- What was she doing here? - That's what we came to find out.
Rose used to come to all the fencing matches.
She was sort of our one-grandmother rooting section.
But Carl's death really hit her hard.
That boy was her entire life.
- He seemed like a fine boy.
- He was.
Good fencer, too.
In fact, this was the year I thought he was gonna place in the nationals.
You know, who you should really talk to is Whitney Rogers.
- Whit was always Carl's closest buddy.
- Well, where can we find him? Where you usually find him, practicing his saber routines in the gym.
- Well, thanks a lot, Coach.
- My pleasure.
That's enough, Whit.
This is Los Angeles, not Heidelberg.
Very nice form.
Thanks.
- You're Whitney Rogers? - Yes.
- We're friends of Rose MacCready.
- So? - She was mugged last night.
- Outside of this gym.
So? What was she doing here? Well, we don't know.
We thought maybe you might.
Nope.
I haven't seen her since Carl died.
You have a button missing.
Did you know that? Yes.
I lost it in practise.
The sabres are very sharp.
They can cut right through a melon.
Is there anything you can tell us about Carl? No, he's dead.
I don't wanna talk about him.
- Just a second.
- Hey! Keep your hands off me, or I'll give you a manicure.
Try that and I'll cut you right down to your knees.
You'd better work on your form and your manners.
You're not turning me over to the police.
Don't you think they'd be interested in that little white packet of yours? Possession of narcotics, assault.
I think it's high time the police were called in on this.
All right, have it your way.
But I'll blow the whistle on Rose.
- What do you know about Rose? - Only that she killed someone.
And I have the gun she killed him with.
Why don't you call Rose? Better yet, why don't you call the cops? You do that, and Rose will be doing hard time.
Is that polite enough for you? Prickly little pear, isn't he? I know you asked us not to get involved, Rose, but we asked around.
Was Whitney the person that was blackmailing you? Yeah.
He said you killed someone, Rose.
It's true.
I killed a man.
Because of the death of your grandson? Carl died of an overdose of heroin.
See, he used to stay over.
He liked me to cook for him, and Then one morning I went to wake him up for school.
He was dead.
Why would a nice boy, a good boy turn to drugs? How did he get the stuff? From one of his professors.
Robert Afferton.
How can you be so sure, Rose? Because Afferton used to come to our house for dinner.
Carl brought him, and then afterwards, he would always walk him to the car.
I even saw Afferton hand him some little envelopes.
I thought it was grass.
Then, after the funeral I cornered Whitney.
I asked him if Afferton sold Carl the heroin that killed him.
He said, "yes.
" I bought a gun.
I drove to Afferton's house.
I went up on the porch, I rang the bell.
Nobody answered.
So then I walked around the outside and I stuck my head in the window and I seen him sitting on the far end of the room.
He was in a chair and he was asleep.
I aimed the gun.
I fired twice and then I panicked and I ran.
The gun, Rose.
What did you do with the gun? I must have dropped it.
And Whitney picked it up.
- What was he doing there? - He said he was there to get private tutoring.
He was there to pick up more drugs.
- How long ago was this, Rose? -10 days.
Then a week ago, he called me.
He demanded money.
He said he was gonna go to the police.
I was so afraid.
It's all right, Rose.
We understand.
I gave him everything he asked for what he wanted.
I gave him everything I had.
And yesterday he called and wanted 5,000 more? Yes.
I was so stupid thinking I could get the gun back with one payment.
And now he's gonna bleed me until I'm dry.
I ought to be in jail.
I know.
I'm so sorry.
You've been so good to me.
Can you help me? Looks like Afferton was your average professor-next-door.
- Hello.
You must be Mr.
and Mrs.
Jones? - Yes, we are.
How do you do? I'm Anne Mager.
Won't you come in? Thank you very much for calling the office and making an appointment.
Now then, this is quite a charming house and the price is very reasonable.
Professor Afferton, the former tenant, died.
Poor man.
He was only in his 40s.
Would you mind showing me the bedrooms? Of course.
I'll stay downstairs, darling.
Check out the outlets.
Check.
Mrs.
Jones.
Mary.
Call me Mary.
Mary.
I hope you don't mind my being nosy, but frankly, your car costs more than this house.
And you're wondering why Mr.
Jones and I - would be interested in renting.
- Yes.
- Anne, may I call you Anne? - Please.
I have a confession to make.
I'm not really who I said I was.
- You're not Mary Jones? - Smith.
- Smith? - Mary Smith.
Mrs.
Jones' name is Jane Jones.
- I get the picture.
- Good.
Darling.
Did you find anything interesting? This mask, I think, you will find very interesting.
Mr.
Jones.
There are some features of this house that might be of special interest to you.
- Why don't you let Anne show them to you? - Certainly.
This is quite a private street.
And there is a very private garage.
The neighbors are out working during the day so that makes it all very private.
Why should I care about what the neighbors are doing? No, of course not.
And they won't care what you're doing.
And I don't care.
Well, I would actually like to have neighbors around during the day.
- You would? - Yes, keep my mother company.
- Your mother? - Yes.
Your mother, Mrs.
Jones.
Not Mrs.
Jones, but I'm going to go upstairs and just close up and you just make yourself nice and comfortable.
- Thank you.
- Mr.
Jones? Confidentially, I think you're probably a very hard fellow to keep up with.
What did you tell her? Just that you were a hard fellow to keep up with.
Look at this.
"Robert, with all my love, Ella.
" - "To the shepherd from his flock.
" - He certainly was well-flocked.
Ella.
"Ella Greber.
" I think our next stop ought to be the sorority house.
One bullet down and one to go, unless it's in Robert Afferton's body.
I have serious doubts that Rose killed Mr.
Afferton.
Me, too.
You know, there must have been something about the murder in the college newspaper.
One of us can check the library.
And one of us can check the Delta Rho Chi sorority house.
- Which one would you like to take? - I'll take the library.
I just have this feeling that you'd get a lot more out of the girls than I would.
Mr.
Hart.
Come on in.
- Make yourself comfortable.
- Thanks, very much.
- I'll get Ella Greber.
- Thank you.
- Hi, girls.
- Hello.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Do you want to play? It's no fun without four.
Sure, I'll give it a try.
I'm better at one-to-one.
We can try this.
You're blue.
And every time the blue light lights up you push the blue button.
- I'm red.
- How do you do? - I'm yellow.
- How do you do? I'm green.
Hello.
I'm Ella Greber.
How do you do? I'm Jonathan Hart.
- Can we talk? - Oh, sure.
Why don't you step out here? - Thanks a lot, girls.
- Bye.
Keep on pushing.
- How did you know Robert? - I didn't.
I knew Carl MacCready.
He was a student here at Braddock.
He O.
D# d on heroin.
- Robert Afferton was his pusher.
- That's not true! - Why not? - Robert was a brilliant professor and a wonderful man.
He would never push dope.
Why do you think he was murdered? Well, someone must have broken in.
A thief.
I mean, he had a very valuable collection of masks.
Ella, I just left Robert Afferton's house.
Those masks are untouched.
Now, my only concern is to find his murderer.
Please.
Help me.
Believe me, Mr.
Hart, that's my only concern, too.
Look, I was in love with the man.
I really would like to help you, Mr.
Hart.
I really would, but I just can't.
What, do you call that folded? Here, let me show you the proper way to fold a sock.
You see, what you do You take the toes and you stretch them and then you start folding it very tight and first thing you know, you got a nice little ball.
- Not bad.
- Try it.
Here, I'll do it.
- Say, what time is the race? -4:30.
And at 4:31 and 38 seconds Shut Up Tight is going under the wire.
- Behind High Compression.
- No way.
You want to make a little side bet, Max? - I'm in for $10.
- You're on.
Well, I'm going upstairs and take a nap.
- Where do these go, and I'll put them away.
- In the top drawer of Mr.
H's dressing room.
- Hey, Rose.
- Yeah? - How are you at darning? - Damn good.
- How'd you do? - I talked to Ella Greber.
She's not telling all she knows.
- What'd you find out? - I checked this out of the library.
You don't check newspapers out of the library.
All right, I borrowed it.
I intend to return it.
Page 3.
Right there.
"Police speculate the victim knew his attacker, as there was no sign of a struggle.
"Lieutenant Berkenfield of Homicide said the murderer fired at close range.
" That eliminates Rose.
She said she fired through the window.
She also said she fired two shots.
We've got to find that other bullet.
Isn't that Whitney? Yes, with the professor's little girl, Ella.
Ella.
What was Whitney doing here? Look, why don't you just go away? I told you I didn't know anything.
Wait a second.
I think you do.
Look, I didn't do anything.
I swear I didn't do anything.
Tell me about Whitney.
I can't.
Was Robert Afferton Whitney's supplier? - He'll kill me if I tell - Come on, Ella.
I know you were in love with Afferton.
You want to find out who killed him, don't you? Yeah.
Tell me.
Maybe I can help you.
Whitney pushed his dope on commission and when he'd sold it, Robert paid him off in heroin.
That's how MacCready became a user? Yes.
I don't know anymore than that, believe me.
Excuse me.
At the quarter pole, it's My Old Duchess, Shut Up Tight, and High Compression.
The three of them battling head and head, nose and nose and into the stretch, it's High Compression.
Come on, Shut Up Tight! Shut Up Tight, My Old Duchess, High Compression.
It's High Compression pulling away by a length.
And at the wire, it's High Compression the winner, My Old Duchess second Jay's Blossom third.
What happened to Shut Up Tight? Plain Crazy, Shut Up Tight and Never Too Late.
High Compression paid Next to last.
Oh, sheesh.
Rose.
Rose? Mrs.
Mager must have gone home.
Clever.
I guess the rental company didn't want to leave a chair with bloodstains on it.
Can you blame them? Can you imagine seeing Mrs.
Mager trying to attempt to explain that? You mean Anne? The article in that paper said that there were two bullets fired, and they were fired at close range.
Jonathan.
Look, it says there was a heat wave.
When there's a heat wave, all the doors and the windows are open, right? - Right.
- That's where the bullet went.
Bingo.
Bullet number two.
- Should we answer it? - Why not? Pretend you're Mrs.
Mager.
Hello? - Hello, Mrs.
H? This is Max.
- Max! - How did you find us here? - Been trying to reach you for 10 minutes.
I got the number from Stanley Friesen.
Look, Rose is gone.
What? Rose is gone.
She left in my car and took Mr.
H's revolver.
She's got your gun.
She's after Whitney.
Tell Max to call the police and have them meet us at the Braddock University gym.
Max, call the police and have them meet us at the Braddock gymnasium.
- I hope Rose is all right.
- Me, too.
Well, Rose.
What's this? - Come to make an advance payment? - No.
This is a final payment.
Wait a second, Rose.
Look, I've got your gun in my locker, okay? Now, I'll go and get it and I'll give it to you and we'll be quits, all right? I ain't gonna fall for that trick again.
Wait a minute, Rose.
Come on, you don't want to shoot anybody.
- As you well know, I've killed before.
- Rose, you didn't.
Really, you didn't.
Look, Rose, I swear.
I swear, I killed Afferton.
- Please, you've got to believe me.
- Rose.
He's right.
- You didn't kill Robert Afferton.
- Whitney just said that.
Give me the gun.
Back up, Mr.
Hart.
Ladies, don't you move.
All right, Mr.
Hart.
You wanted to cut me off at the knees.
Now you're gonna have your chance.
En garde.
- I'm getting closer, Mr.
Hart.
- A miss is as good as a kilometre.
Where'd you learn how to fence like that, Mr.
Hart? Watching Errol Flynn on the late show.
Max.
Look who's here.
Rosie! You're all right! You mean you're glad to see me? I hate to admit it, but yeah, I am.
Come on, Rosie, make yourself comfortable.
I got a couple of really fine surprises for you.
Sit down.
First, High Compression barely hung on to win.
He paid 10 to one.
Our side bet's included in that.
I told you I could pick a winner.
Max, how did the horse do that we bet on? Shut Up Tight did exactly that.
I think he's now racing against turtles.
You know, I think I'm gonna have Rose do my picking from now on.
Oh, that's a good idea.
At least it beats the matching monogram theory.
Let me tell you about that, sweetheart.
That only counts with women.
Now for the next surprise.
I brewed a special tea for you.
- I could sure use a cup of tea.
- Me, too.
A herb tea.
Try it, see if you like it.
It's awful! - What kind of a herb is this? - Oregano.
Oregano is not a herb, it's a spice.
Oregano is a herb.
It's a herb like a tomato's a fruit.
And like you're an astronaut, and like I am Lady Godiva! You're not Lady Godiva, you're a horse! End.
Round one.