Remington Steele (1982) s02e03 Episode Script

- I'm not running from this.
- So don't run.
- Why did you drop the case? - A man called.
- What man? - Men like that usually don't give their names.
I'm just the sort who takes exception to someone trying to kill a member of my firm.
Security check, southern perimeter.
Hey, sunshine.
Tonight, if you asked me I don't think I could say no.
Good morning, Miss Holt.
Good morning, Mr.
Steele.
Nice of you tojoin me.
Well, you know, I've always found a touch of rigorous physical exercise in the morning - so- - Invigorating to watch? What's the matter? Not enough birds around to hold your interest? On the contrary.
In fact, at the moment there's a long-legged field darter that's downright riveting.
You don't say.
And I never knew you had such an interest in, uh, ornithology.
Well, there's always that rare bird out there just beyond one's reach.
What about Thorpe? Any sign ofhim yet? I trust you're still watching for him.
Oh, like a hawk, Miss Holt.
Like a hawk.
If our tip is solid, the meeting should occur any day now.
This Thorpe- He doesn't by any chance drive a black B.
M.
W wear dark suits by an inferior tailor and need to lose something in the neighborhood of 10 pounds? That's Thorpe.
Where can I catch him? - Communing with the orchids.
- Gotcha.
Oh! Here they come.
Have you got them? Fish in a barrel, my dear.
Hmm.
Of course this'll help, but we're gonna need you with us before too long.
I don't know.
I mean, it wasn'tjust Stony.
My wife and I-We're friends with those people, and then there's my contract- Why don't we let the foundation dictate those decisions for the time being, Mr.
Thorpe? And then we'll see- What's that? - We're being bugged? - Be quiet.
- It dropped off.
What's happening? - Thorpe's in the way.
Can't tell.
It's coming from her.
- What do we do? - Well, we stop her.
Thorpe.
Thorpe.
Don't! Don't! - I got trouble.
- On my way.
- Oh.
Nice of you to join me, Miss Holt.
- My pleasure.
It's open.
Hello, Mr.
Steele.
Oh! - Hello, Miss Holt.
- Oh, come in.
Come in, Mildred.
Mr.
Steele should be here in a few minutes.
Are those the pictures? Oh, yes.
He called me and asked me to bring them to him personally- - Ah.
- just as soon as they came out of the lab.
Oh, what happened? Oh, it's an occupational hazard.
It's nothing really.
- But let's have a look at those- - Oh, so this is where you live.
Oh, isn't it nice? It's very nice.
- I'm glad you like it, Mildred, but I- - Oh, and drapes! Oh, good drapes.
I mean, this is professional decorating.
Oh, did you do this all by yourself? I'm- I'm redoing the Rockefellers' summerhouse next week.
Oh, and a piano! And a pussycat.
Oh, isn't he sweet? I didn't know that you could play.
All right.
This is an old one, isn't it? It was a gift.
From my first client actually.
Really? I don't remember seeing it listed on your tax return.
Really? I don't remember seeing it listed on your tax return.
It was my grandmother.
She gave me a quarter to find a missing ring.
- I was six at the time.
- Oh, well- Mildred, I'm sure Mr.
Steele wouldn't mind if I took a quick look at those pictures.
Pictures? What- Oh, these? Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Holt, but he is our boss.
Ooh! Oh! Ooh! You've got bare feet.
Don't move.
I'll go get something.
Laura? Laura.
Ah, sorry I'm late.
Mustn't keep the client waiting, eh? Mildred arrive, uh, all right with the pictures? Mildred arrived all right with the pictures.
Oh, Mr.
Steele, I am so sorry.
- This is all my fault.
- Oh? - Here are the pictures you wanted.
- Oh, thank you.
Thank you.
Oh, excellent work, Mildred, as usual.
Excellent.
Yes.
So, tell me, Laura.
Where did R.
J.
say she was gonna meet us, hmm? Tower to R.
J.
Stonewell.
Are you Mayday? Over.
I'm gonna drop the nose, let her spin.
See if I can push her out at the bottom.
Over.
Fifteen seconds to ground, Stonewell.
- Ten seconds.
- Come on, baby.
Damn it.
Come on.
Five seconds.
Anything I can do to lend a hand? I'm not the type to scream sabotage.
But when you can't get the parts you need and nothing works when you do get them and the bankers won't return your phone calls I got sick of hearing it was just all bad luck.
Especially since what they're really thinking is I'm just not cut out to run this business.
That's why we decided to have a meeting in the park this morning with Mr.
Thorpe.
Stuart Thorpe? Since Thorpe Aviation seems to be one of your toughest competitors we, uh- that is, Mr.
Steele felt there was a chance he might be behind some of the problems you've been having.
Aside from Thorpe, do you recognize either of the other two? - Keever! - Keever? That's Greg Keever.
He helped Stony design the new airplane before the- before the heart attack.
He was even sitting next to me at the funeral when I swore come hell or high water this company was gonna stay alive until Stony's new plane was finished.
Does he still work for you? Well, he has his own engineering company but he's under firm contract to us.
Oh, Greg.
- What about the third man in the pictures? - No, I never saw him before.
Unfortunately, I think we found your problem.
You still want us to stay with this? Knowing's one thing but I want you to go back and get me courtroom proof that Keever and Thorpe are the ones keeping us grounded.
When I set out to kick some tail it never hurts to be wearing a good, stiff boot.
What's this supposed to be? Oh, yes, that.
It's, uh- Uh, it's an excellent example of the long-legged field darter, I believe.
- Eh, Mr.
Steele? - Precisely, yes.
Sorry.
Ooh.
Substantial weakening ofThorpe Aviation's primary competitor Stonewell Aircraft, has been accomplished.
Deliveries of critical supplies have been interrupted and all their attempts to secure additional operating capital have been successfully blocked.
To summarize the company shouldn't make it through the end of the year.
Thank you, Paul.
Is there cause to make a change in the sequence profile? It may be necessary to intervene directly.
What about the park incident? From the license number provided, we've established she is Laura Holt.
Graduated from Stanford University summa cum laude Became an apprentice at the Havenhurst Detective Agency rising to the rank of full operative in an unprecedented three years.
Left to form Laura Holt Investigations, which closed six months later.
From there, has been employed for the last We have not been able to generate a satisfactory workup on Mr.
Steele as of the moment.
Any recommendations about her? Where does she live? To a day in the park and a night on the town.
Cin-cin.
I must admit.
- You did some very impressive work today, Laura.
- Thank you.
Which part impressed you the most- the running, the taping, or the jumping into the car? I think the part - where you, uh, landed in my arms, actually.
- Oh.
Mmm.
Hello? Yes, Mildred, what is it? Yes, Mildred, Mr.
Steele is right here.
You're going to have a little talk with our Miss Krebs very, very soon.
Really? What about? Uh, yes, Mildred.
Steele here.
Really? Are you sure it was her? No, no.
No bother at all, Mildred.
Okay.
Thank you.
Bye.
- Hmm.
That's odd.
- What? R.
J.
Stonewell called told Mildred she's had a change of heart, wants us to drop the case.
We're simply to send her the bill.
But that doesn't make any sense.
Oh, we'll call her in the morning.
No sense taking the blush off an otherwise perfect evening, is there? No.
No sense at all.
Now, the key.
Nero.
! Now, what's his problem? Uh, what say we go inside and find reasons to turn the lights off instead, eh? But, Mr.
Steele my cat doesn't have any claws.
- Oh.
- How will he defend himself? When he comes back, I'll give him boxing lessons.
By then, it may be too late.
Let's look for Nero.
Kitty! Kitty, kitty, kitty! Ooh, boy.
This is bad.
You and your husband the owners? Um, he's not my husband.
He's, um- That is, uh-Yes, this is, uh- it was my home.
Yeah.
Hey, it's rough.
Believe me, I know.
I gotta see this thing all the time.
Oh, the name's Kuchelski but most of my cases just end up callin' me Frannie.
See, uh, with a big bang like this the fire marshal hollers "gas," and the company brass knows it's lawsuit city, so the sooner I get in there and get an okay from your insurance company the better off we're all gonna be.
You understand what I mean? Okay.
There's no big rush.
It's just that if we could get through questions, say, one through 10 then that's really gonna cut red tape on down the line.
Take, for example, this question number three.
Now, did you notice any trouble with your gas appliances? Now, this would include your gas stove or your water heater or- You didn't have a hot tub, did ya? - Whoa! - Laura.
Forget about question six.
How about question three? Laura, wait! Fred? Fred! - Who is it? - Laura Holt.
Well, you were ringing that bell so hard, I thought you were- You called last night and dropped the case.
Why? Oh, hey, Miss Holt.
It's not even 7:00 in the morning yet.
I know what time it is.
I want to know, why did you drop the case? Soon as I cooled down from seeing those pictures you took I got to thinking Greg Keever's practically been family to us.
Oh, hell, he was laying the floor here when Stony and I took over this old place.
And I thought, well, the best way to handle this is if Greg and I just sit down, have a long talk and work this whole thing out.
It's not good enough.
Your problems went a lot farther than Greg Keever, and you knew it.
Maybe that's the point.
Maybe I'm just not cut out to run this business.
When Stony was alive didn't seem there was a mountain too big to be moved.
But without him I don't know.
You can't fly an airplane with only one wing.
You told me you and Stony built this business brick by brick from a dirt runway and a two-seater trainer plane.
Yesterday you'd so much as hang anybody who slows you down.
- Now I want to know what happened! - A man called.
- What man? - Men like that usually don't give their names.
He told me that Stony didn't really die of a heart attack.
Well, I thought he must be some kook so I said, "Oh, well, how do you know that?" And then he started reading me some numbers.
He told me the date of my marriage.
He told me the number of the first airplane we ever sold.
And then he told me the combination on the safe in my office.
And then he told me the addresses of every one of my grandchildren.
I don't scare so easy, Miss Holt, but- We'll make it known that we're no longer working for Stonewell Aircraft.
This thing must run deeper than a couple of corporate dirty tricks.
- We're close to it.
Otherwise, why hit back so hard? - Laura- We've been over Thorpe, but maybe we've missed something.
- Then there's Keever.
Maybe there's a connection there.
- Laura- What about that third man in the pictures? We still don't know who he is.
He said something about a foundation, didn't he? I'll have Mildred check it out.
- Could be there's a tie- - Laura, let it go for a minute.
- You've just been through one bloody hell of a shock.
- I'm all right! Well, I'm not, and I've still got a place to call home! Look, we're exhausted.
We reek of smoke.
There's a shower in there.
Use it.
You'll find fresh clothes in the closet.
Stretch out on the bed for an hour.
- Can you do that? - I'm not running from this.
So don't run, but at least have the sense to stop and catch your breath, woman! You wanna kick back on this thing? No one's stopping you.
You're right.
Perhaps you need some time by yourself, eh? I'm sorry.
other countries, particularly the Orient have recently hit on a way of doing business.
They actually write and do our spreadsheets, before we make a deal.
Pardon, monsieur.
How many in your party? Two.
Just show my friend here where it is.
I'll be along in a moment.
the deal offers something.
Is everything all right here, gentlemen? More coffee? And you, sir? Oh, and, Mr.
Thorpe, there's a phone call for you, sir.
- Take a message.
- They said it was urgent, sir.
- I told you to take a message.
- Very well.
- Oh, excuse me! - Hey! This is one call you're gonna answer, mate.
Come on.
Up.
Oh, poor gentleman's got something caught in his throat.
Come- Come on.
Come on.
Now, Mr.
Thorpe, you and I are gonna have a nice little chat because I'm not pleased with the way things are going.
I told Veckmer I'd leave it to him.
You don't have to drive it home.
Veckmer? - He didn't send you? - No.
I'm just the sort who takes exception to someone trying to kill a member of my firm- - a rather valuable member.
- What? I didn't try to kill anyone.
I swear! I don't know what you're talking about.
Then who's this Veckmer character, huh? I'm asking nicely, Mr.
Thorpe.
You don't want to see me lose my temper, eh? Hey, what is this? What do you think you're doin'? All right.
Okay.
All right.
Okay.
Cancel my table, will you, okay? Because this thing is just going too far now.
All right.
If you could make my company a front-runner I was willing to look the other way, here and there.
But murder? That kind of blood I don't need on my hands, buddy boy.
You agreed that the means of achieving our mutual goals would be left entirely in our discretion.
What are you guys, crazy or something? You weren't there at that restaurant today.
Whoever he is, that joker wanted to tear my head off.
Uh-uh.
I think maybe we just call it quits right here and now.
Unfortunately, Paul, I think Mr.
Thorpe is right.
We have gone too far this time.
In our desire to protect the interests of our client we've lost sight of the bigger picture.
I'm sorry, Stuart.
We'll do everything we can to rectify the situation in whatever way you think best.
Well, okay then.
Laura! Laura? Laura! Oh, damn.
- What's happened? - I don't know.
They said somebody jumped off a building or something.
Laura.
Yeah.
Whoa there, pal.
I've got to see her.
Is she hurt badly? Nobody gets through.
Besides, it's ain't a she.
It's a he.
Oh! My, oh, my, oh, my.
I approve of your tailor.
You know, you've pulled some pretty tacky stunts to get me up here alone but this has got to be a new low.
Hmm, well, you know me.
For the right woman, there's no limit to the depths I'll sink.
Like trying to lock me in this afternoon? Luckily your doorman had a spare key.
Merely trying to give you time to collect your thoughts.
Now, are you gonna come in or are we gonna need the doorman's help with that too, hmm? It's only fair to warn you that one of your gourmet creations would be wasted on me tonight, affection-wise.
Actually, it's your hide I'm trying to preserve.
In case you hadn't noticed, someone out there's trying very hard to kill you.
I can take care of myself.
I have for a long time now.
Yes, well, that was before it made a difference to me.
- And now? - Now, we're gonna have some noodle soup.
It comes out of those little foil packets these days.
Then you're gonna have the unprecedented honor of sleeping in my bed- uh, pajamas optional- while I, uh, keep company with the couch.
No matter how you slice it, you're stuck with me tonight so I suggest you make the best of it.
Well, if you insist on playing bodyguard the least we can do is get some work done.
I have all our files on Thorpe here.
Really? I saw our Mr.
Thorpe today.
- Twice, in fact.
- You did? The first time, I tried to threaten him to get some information.
- And the second? - He was on his way to the morgue.
Seems he had a sudden urge to throw himself off a rooftop.
They killed him.
This must go beyond just aircraft companies.
Must be.
Think Keever did this? I, uh- I don't know but these boys play very nasty.
But you were saying something before that.
I was saying, um I'll sleep on the couch.
Mm-hmm.
Don't go.
I couldn't sleep.
Must be the rain, eh? - Must be.
- Hmm.
Uh- Perhaps I, uh, should make us some coffee.
Yeah.
Some c- coff- Oh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Laura, it's okay.
- Why did they have to burn down my house? - I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
- Come on.
- I'm so scared.
- I know.
I know.
I know.
- It's gone! No house.
No things.
No Bernice.
No Murphy.
Well, I'm here.
Well, I'm here.
The man with no name.
Marcos.
Marcos? Marcos Androkos.
Little man, neck so short he said it wasn't worth washing.
Black mustache, thick like wire and a big smile with a gold tooth in it right here.
Oh, boy.
He worked us like dogs, he did.
"Harder, Xenos!" He'd scream to me.
"Work harder! Don't you want us all to be rich? Hey? Hey?" - Marcos.
- Had a little cargo ship and a family that seemed to include half of Greece.
Oh, but he fed you well, and at the time, that was enough to keep his name in my book.
He used to cram every crack in that ship with anything for anyone so long as it got him another dollar closer to buying that bloody tanker.
Night runs were a speciality.
- A smuggler.
- Oh, yes, and a damn good one.
Oh, you'd love the party he threw when he finally bought that bloody tanker.
God.
Had his tooth all shined and gleaming and polished and more food and music and wine than I'd ever seen in my entire life! "Tonight, Xenos, we are peasants," he said filling my glass for the countless time.
"But tomorrow- tomorrow, eh? Tomorrow we are tycoons, eh?" And were you, uh- Well we all went down to the pier at dawn to watch it arrive.
She wasn't out there more than two miles when an explosion in the engine room ripped through the side of the hull.
Before we could believe what was happening- it sank like a stone.
Since he was 12, he wanted nothing else and like that, it was gone.
Bingo.
The pier became so quiet, we could hear each other breathe.
And then Marcos- he starts to laugh.
I don't mean a nervous titter, but a full-bellied, spit-in-the-sky, all-out laugh.
I couldn't bloody believe my ears.
I was furious.
"Why are you laughing?" I screamed at him.
"Because, Xenos- "Because, from now on, everything is new again, eh? "Eh? Just think of the possibilities.
Huh? Think of the possibilities.
" Tonight, if you asked me I don't think I could say no.
Tonight I don't think I could ask.
Get some rest.
We've got work to do in the morning.
Hi there.
Remember me? Ah, ah, ah.
You didn't answer the lady's question.
- What do you want? - To talk about Thorpe.
- And Veckmer.
- I don't know anything.
Guess again, Greggy.
- You helped Thorpe sabotage Stonewell Aircraft.
- That's not true.
Only the game got too rough.
You wanted out.
Thorpe refused, so you threw him off a roof.
- No, it's not like that.
- Then tell us how it is.
All right.
I know R.
J.
's having problems with the company.
Then I get a call from this Veckmer saying that if I really want my plane built Thorpe is the man to do it.
I have my own firm to think about, you know and R.
J.
hasn't been able to pay me since Stony died so I agreed to give Thorpe some preliminary plans for $ 10,000.
But that's as far as it went, so help me God.
- And who is this Veckmer? - I don't know.
He- He set up that meeting in the park, but he always called me.
I- I don't even have a phone number.
Now, that's everything.
I swear.
All right, Keever.
But I'd drive carefully if I were you.
The roads are very rough right now.
Do you think he was telling the truth? I don't know.
Until Mildred can come up with something on Veckmer he's our only lead, and I think we should keep an eye on him.
Ah, the, uh, traditional stakeout in a car, you think? Let's try there.
Voilà.
Takes your breath away, doesn't it? Yes, and replaces it at the same time.
Oh, I know it needs some work, but they've put in a full bathroom.
And this could be a kitchen.
Don't worry about that thing.
If you take the place, we'll have it removed.
No, no, leave it.
I like it.
You, uh-You mentioned something about a view.
What more could we ask for? - Oh, great.
Thank you very much.
- Good.
You're still here.
- Bring the file and come with me.
- Okay, Miss Holt.
- Excellent.
You're still here.
Come with me, will you please? - Yes, sir.
- This Veckmer is a real tunnel builder.
- Mm-hmm? Even having worked in fraud for the I.
R.
S.
, we didn't get many this slippery.
But you show me a paper trail, and I'll come up with something because I live to dig.
Well, before giving us the results of your excavation, Mildred there's a small administrative point we need to address.
While it is more than apparent that Mr.
Steele here is the senior member of the firm the fact is that for the nuts and bolts operation we're more or less, um, equals.
Wouldn't you say, Mr.
Steele? One might even go so far as to say that Miss Holt is sort of in charge of such things.
He's the boss, but you're in charge? Having worked for the government, Mildred I wouldn't think the concept beyond your grasp.
Now, about Veckmer.
Well, he graduated young from Wharton Business School with top honors.
Then he moved right into a management job working for the I.
T.
Q and in two years, he's head of his division.
- And then? - And then something must've happened.
Because all of a sudden, he's out of there.
And for the last five years- You'll forgive the expression- bubkes.
No new address, no newjob- Hejust dead-ends.
- Maybe we should check that list of foundations again.
- Hmm.
Oh.
I didn't mean to startle you, Miss Holt.
- That's all right.
But what are you, uh- - Doing here? Looking for my backbone.
So, I went by your house to tell you.
Oh, I'm awful sorry, Miss Holt.
Yeah.
Me too.
And if these snakes killed Stony- Well, if there's anything this old prop jockey can do to help you just holler, you hear me? You got it.
- Was that R.
J.
? - Mm-hmm.
- What happened? - She just paid her bill.
Let's get back to Keever.
I'll get the car.
You grab Mildred's research and meet me downstairs.
Okay.
- Oh, Miss Holt.
- Oh, Miss Kuchelski.
Hey, come on.
Frannie.
Listen, I'm sorry I haven't gotten to those forms yet.
No, that's okay, Miss Holt.
Company's gonna take care of everything from now on.
All right, Miss Holt.
Now I want you to put your hands in your pockets and move very, very easy.
Does the company know you're moonlighting as an assassin, Frannie? Wrong company, honey.
I've been on you full-time ever since the bomb missed.
All right.
Just a little further.
All right.
Get into the van very slowly.
- Can I take my hands out of my pockets? - All right.
Laura, you're extraordinary.
I've been looking everywhere for those clippers.
- Where'd you find them? - Here.
You can have this too.
- Where did that come from? - The gas company.
Anything happening there? Hmm? By anything do you mean to include the toga party up the block the elderly couple doing exercises toJohnny Carson, the nude saxophonist or Keever's place, which hasn't changed in the last four hours? Nude saxophonist.
This is an interesting neighborhood.
Yes.
Well, in a day or so, you can call the rental agent and give it back to her saxophone and all.
I don't know.
This place might have possibilities.
Laura, you can't be serious.
It's a filthy warehouse with a single luxury feature of a toilet.
Strange criticism from a man who starts a whole new life every year or so.
It may be, but I always made a point to move up the ladder in the process.
Another lesson from Marcos, Xen- - What did he call you again? - Xenos.
Xenos.
Wouldn't by any chance be your real name, would it? - It's Greek for "stranger.
" - Figures.
Hold on, Laura.
Seems Keever isn't asleep after all.
- What's happening? - Looks like they're taking him for a midnight ride.
Huh.
That's right, Route 181.
Good.
It's all set.
- Think we can get in? - Shouldn't be too difficult for a long-legged field darter with the gifts of Claudette.
- Claudette? - Claudette Colbert, in It Happened One Night.
Clark Gable, Columbia, 1934.
I'll explain on the way.
Come on.
Security check, southern perimeter.
Hey, sunshine.
- Up you get.
- Oh! - Remarkable things, these little nail clippers.
- You don't have to tell me.
- Okay? - Yep.
What project file are you requesting? - Please state the project file you are requesting.
- Stonewell Aircraft.
- Oh, very good.
- Thank you.
One moment.
Correct project file heading is Thorpe Aviation.
Hard copy or video display? - Be tough.
- Hard copy.
Thank you.
My God! They had a step-by-step plan for destroying R.
J.
's company.
Yes, they have the same thing prepared here for three more aircraft firms.
Except for Thorpe's.
They're corporate hit men.
Destroying people is just a sideline.
Their real business is destroying companies.
Mm-hmm.
And whoever's paying for this ends up controlling nearly the entire market.
Hmm.
Mildred said this Veckmer was a sharpie, but- Boy! - We still have to try to find Keever.
- Hmm.
Thanks for all your help, love.
Bye.
Strange as this may sound coming from us, we're gonna try and get you out of here.
- It's too late.
- Very perceptive, Greg.
As you were.
Welcome to the Enterprow Foundation.
You're the first to ever get this far.
It'll make an interesting footnote for the files.
Why waste the space? - Your collection is already so impressive.
- You don't approve.
Industrial sabotage has such an ugly ring to it, eh? We merely extend the basic principles of business to their logical conclusion.
Control of the market is everything.
How you do it doesn't really matter.
Eliminate the weak, and only the strong will survive.
Is that what you told the board at I.
T.
Q.
? My success there proved my system worked.
But they are old men with country club wives and bleeding ulcers.
They kept all the money I made them.
I, however, was simply an embarrassment to be discarded.
You left, started your own business.
Private consulting is so much less restrictive.
But tell me something.
I consider my information network second to none.
How it is that we can't generate a history on you more than five lines long Mr.
Steele? I suppose I'm just easy to forget.
Let's hope so.
I- - I don't think that would be very productive.
- Yes.
It's been interesting trying to eliminate all of you.
But I think the time has come.
- I wouldn't be too certain.
- She's right.
This building is surrounded by the police.
- I'm not even going to honor that cliché with a response.
Attention.
! This is the police.
! This is the police.
The premises are surrounded.
Kill them quickly.
I wouldn't shoot.
They're gonna come barreling in here like an army.
I promise you.
I said, kill them! Exit the building with your hands on your heads.
- This is the police.
- I gotcha.
Come here.
Ooh! Ahhh.
I needed that.
I, uh, think it's time we signaled the police - don't you? - Mm-hmm.
I think we've done it.
You can go back to bed now, Tom.
Oh, Laura, a new dress.
Whoo-hoo! The first of many.
What do you think? Whoo! Whoa.
- That is knockout city.
- Yes.
Ditto.
And thanks for the use of your wardrobe.
Oh, well, uh, you did them more than proud.
Um, well, I, uh- I guess I'll be leaving now, if that's all right with you.
- I'm going home.
Bye.
- Bye.
And you, uh- Still determined to live in a warehouse? Well, just think of the possibilities, Xenos.
Ah, yes.
But is it safe? I've left Nero there to stand guard.
Even so, uh, perhaps I should take you home, huh? Oh, thanks, but, um, I need the time to myself.
But soon I'll have you over for, uh, noodle soup.
Oh, my favorite.
My favorite.
Ready for me to drive you home, Mr.
Steele? It's all right, Fred.
I think I'll walk tonight, okay?