Remington Steele (1982) s02e04 Episode Script

Someone tried to kill me with a hatchet.
- A hatchet? - Next thing I knew, someone was shooting arrows at me.
Room 12.
- Arrows? This man doesn't need a detective.
He needs a psychiatrist.
Frank? Frank? Dearly beloved, let us begin.
- May I help you? - Uh, yes, this is, uh- Y- Yes? Sir, you'll have to speak up.
Uh, I'm sorry.
This is, uh- This is Room 12.
Hello? Sir? Mr.
Dannon? I can't hear you, sir.
Mr.
Dannon? Sir, can I help you? Mr.
Dannon? Mr.
Dannon? - Ready for the next batch? - Your enthusiasm for this kind of work amazes me.
Oh, are you kidding? This is fun.
I've been reading through these cases, and the intrigue, and the romance, and the- Ooh! The adventure.
It's so dangerous.
Sometimes I think that our boss is too good to be true.
Speaking of the heroic Mr.
Steele, wasn't he supposed to join us about an hour ago? Oh, well, he has so much work to do - that I told him that we girls could handle this by ourselves.
- Oh.
- Ah, good morning, ladies, good morning! - Oh, good morning, sir.
- You have several phone calls, but nothing urgent.
- Hm.
Ah.
- Coffee this morning? - Ah, tea, actually, Mildred.
You got it, boss! Oh, remarkable woman, eh? Filled with spirit, consumed with dedication.
This has got to stop.
Oh, a couple more hours should do it, I'd think.
Don't you? - I mean, you and our Miss Krebs are going to have a little talk.
- Really? What about, I wonder? About who really runs this agency.
If I want a file, she asks you first.
If I want a paper clip, she asks you first.
- Well, you must admire the woman's consistency.
- I don't care how you do it or which method you choose, but somehow you're going to convince her that we are at least equals.
Ah! But, Laura, think how it would shatter the- the perfect harmony of that woman's universe.
I think in situations like this you know, the truth is always more trouble than it's worth, don't you? Ah, pardon me, but I'm looking for Remington Steele.
Ah, pardon me, but I'm looking for Remington Steele.
Ah, yes, at your service, Mr.
, ah- Oh, Dannon.
Well, Frank Dannon.
- And my loyal associate, Laura Holt.
- Oh, hi.
- What can we do for you, Mr.
Dannon? - I need you to find someone.
- Excellent.
Who? - Me.
And you can't remember anything about yourself? - Not a thing, Miss Holt.
- No memories at all- family, friends? I didn't even know my own name until that motel operator told it to me.
Next thing I knew, someone was shooting arrows at me.
- Arrows? - Well, that's strange, huh? It's abundantly clear that we're dealing with a classic case of amnesia of which there are two characteristic types: traumatic and hysterical.
In the absence of any bumps, bruises, or other obvious injuries to the skull I think we're safe in concluding that this man is suffering from - the hysterical form of the condition.
- Well, what does that mean? Someone or something recently scared the living daylights out of you.
Ohh.
Wait a minute.
- Someone tried to kill me.
- Mm-hmm.
- With a hatchet.
- A hatchet? - Would you excuse us for a moment, please? - Hmm.
An arrow? A hatchet? This man doesn't need a detective.
He needs a psychiatrist.
I must admit it's not the most plausible story.
It's obvious the man has been on the receiving end of some terrible psychological blow.
After all, Laura, even paranoids have enemies.
Then we'll refer him to a good counseling service where he can get the kind of help he needs.
By the way, where'd you get this stuff on amnesia? - Spellbound? - Yes, I was, actually.
Gregory Peck, Ingrid Bergman, Selznick International, um, 1945.
Why do I ask? After giving careful consideration to your plight Mr.
Steele has decided- - Spellbound? - Or Robin Hood.
"Everything for the modern survivalist.
" This is kind of a long shot, isn't it? - Interesting choice of words.
- Until we can generate some information on who you are this arrow is all we have to go on.
- You the store manager? - Affirmative.
Little lady, you're not gonna stop too many Commies with one of those.
You need our basic Armageddon package for self-defense.
- We're not interested in purchasing- - Think of it as an investment.
When the Red Army appears outside your door, you're gonna thank the good Lord you've got the firepower to protect your own perimeter.
- No, you don't under- - If price is a problem we got installment plans that'll blow you away.
Now, you just can't improve on the government-issue Colt: automatic, dependable, lethal.
Ten-hut! We're private investigators and we need to know who purchased this particular arrow.
- Do you keep records on that? - What are you? One of those flaming liberals who wants to take arrows out of the hands of decent, law-abiding citizens? Huh? - What are you doing? - Sands of IwoJima John Wayne, Republic, 1949.
Everybody all right? We're all right here.
- Yeah, I'm okay.
- I think so.
Come on, you heathens.
We're ready for ya! Frank? Frank? - Tragic.
- But effective.
Let's not forget who came up with the idea.
Hey, what's going on? I can't see anything.
- Is that better? - Much.
Are you sure this will work, Mr.
Steele? At the very least we'll know more about you when we see who shows up.
My experience with the criminal element leaves no doubt in my mind that whoever's trying to kill you will appear here out of some perverse sense of symmetry- a certain psychotic compulsion to confirm the ultimate resolution of the crime.
Yeah, but what if you're wrong, Mr.
Steele? Wrong? Remington Steele? It seems to be working.
I wonder who she is anyway.
We were hoping you could tell us.
A sister, maybe? I must come from a large family.
Dearly beloved, let us begin.
Will the wife of the deceased please step forward? Terry Lowell Dannon, according to the funeral home register.
Ring any bells? Total stranger.
Widow number two, uh, Barbara Troy Dannon.
No, I- Nancy Stinson Dannon.
Is this doing anything for you? No, I- Stella Martino Dannon.
She's not my type.
Everyone appears to be your type.
I- I mean, you seem to have such a democratic taste with women, Mr.
Dannon.
Next slide please, Mildred.
Oh, I wish I remembered her.
Mary Howell Dannon.
That's it.
Five wives at the same time.
Tsk, tsk.
Oh, boy.
I have five wives.
Oh! - Come on.
Stay with us.
Stay- Stay with us.
- Oh.
- There we go.
Yes.
- You all right? I- Well, I-I- I just keep having these flashes, like- like in a dream.
No, no, more like a nightmare really.
I- And nothing makes sense until the end when someone tries to kill me with a hatchet.
- Who's trying to kill you? - Well, I can't see who.
- But I know it's a woman.
- What a surprise.
- I've got it.
- You do? Mirage.
Gregory Peck, Walter Matthau.
Universal eh, 1965.
- Well, I- I don't remember that one.
- I'm not surprised.
Peck plays a man with amnesia who's in great danger.
He has this recurring flashback that unravels the entire mystery.
And Frank's dream is the key? Precisely, Mildred.
Oh, that's wonderful, Mr.
Steele.
Oh, that's- Isn't it amazing how our boss uses even old movies to get to the heart of things? Stupefying.
Yeah, but I don't remember much about it, except for the hatchet! Relax.
Peck couldn't figure it out till he was staring death in the face.
Oh, terrific.
You think we might get there a little earlier? - Well, at least we have solid suspects.
- Five, to be exact.
- Mildred! - But who's counting? My wives? Maybe one of them tried to give you a quickie divorce.
Well, how do we find out which one, Mr.
Steele? Excellent question.
Uh, Miss Holt, why don't you run Frank through that plan I've been devising, eh? Yes.
Well, uh-Well since it was Mr.
Steele's idea to stage a funeral - what goes better with a funeral than- - A wake! Of sorts- a little get-together where the widows can drink to the dear departed.
And while you have all the suspects under one roof, you smoke out the killer.
Exactly.
Oh, that's absolutely brilliant, Mr.
Steele! Ooh, it's just brilliant! Well, one does what one can, Mildred.
I'll handle the cold cuts.
- Wrong side.
- Obviously.
Ahh.
That's more like it.
- How do I look? - A bit more distraught would help.
A portrait of grief.
Laura, I'm Barbara.
I'm so glad you could come.
Oh, this is my friend and attorney, Sterling Gillette.
- I'm sorry to hear of your loss, Mrs.
Dannon.
So tragic and- - And curious.
I came tonight 'cause I want to know how five of us ended up in black.
We were supposed to be married next week.
I was out of town when- And then I heard of the funeral- Ohh! Oh, baby, it's all right.
I know how you feel.
- Gentle? - Mm-hmm.
Frank? - You're joking, right? - No.
My Frank was so sweet.
Oh, the man was an animal- pure carnivore.
Didn't he ever- Hey, pal, this is girl talk.
Why don't you go pour us a couple of shots, huh? - Why don't you come in, ladies? - Did he ever bring in the revolving light? I don't think anyone's tampered with those in the past 10 minutes.
Look, buster.
Those are mean streets out there where a man's life could be bought for bus fare and a woman's virtue is as thin as the paint on her face.
Oh, Miss Krebs.
You don't really think any of those nice women would try to kill me, do you? - All I can say is I- I wish I was packin' a rod.
- A rod? A gat, a roscoe an equalizer, artillery.
The boss doesn't like us carrying.
I'm gonna have to talk to him about that.
Yeah, but look, if so many women married me, I must be a lovable guy, right? - Wrong.
- If only I could talk to them I'm sure I could straighten things out because, obviously there's been some kind of misunderstanding.
You're dead, mister.
And as far as I'm concerned you're gonna stay dead so no one can kill you.
All right, Miss Krebs.
I know when I'm licked.
I think I'll, uh, just take a shower and call it a night.
I'm sending you over, angel.
But, my dear, how could you be married to the man and not known he was an aerospace engineer? Well, because, my dear, the man I married was a neurosurgeon.
- That explains it.
Oh, thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
Um, my Frank was a history professor.
But one night, when we were in the middle of- you know- he started shouting, "Clamp it, clamp it.
" - More champagne, ladies? - Please.
- Oh, hi, blue eyes.
- Hm.
I could use a refill.
Say, you're a lawyer, right, honey? I just find the law so stimulating.
Yes, yes- corpus delicti ipso facto, rigor mortis.
Endless fascination, Mrs.
Dannon.
And he told me that he had to be away a lot in order to acquire antiques for his shop.
The truck drivin' man I married wouldn't know an antique from a crankshaft.
Cold cuts, anyone? No, thanks.
- Just- cheese.
- Mm-hmm.
More? I wonder what Frank saw in a little thing like that.
Terrible thing about your husband.
Why talk about him? You know, that adorable little Laura says you're handling Frank's will.
- Uh- Uh, yes, that's right.
- Oh, that's just wonderful.
Why don't you just tell me all about it? You know, like, how much do I get? I can keep a secret.
Mr.
Gillette.
- Mr.
Gillette! - Ah, Miss Holt.
Uh, I'm just going over the finer points of- I can see the points you were going over.
May I speak with you a moment? Certainly, certainly.
Uh, I'm sure you'll get over your grief in time.
- Ahh.
- Excuse me, please.
- I spotted a gun in Barbara's purse.
- Hmm.
And our raven-haired yum-yum over there has been plying me with questions about inheritance.
What are you getting from the others? A fascinating portrait of the energetic Mr.
Dannon.
Apparently, he was all things to all women.
Huh.
You're beginning to sound like a jealous fiancée.
Let's just put it this way- If his case went to trial tomorrow, I'd have a hard time knowing which side to root for.
I'm certainly glad Frank isn't around to hear that.
I got it, honey! Hi, everybody! All legitimate questions which I'm sure will all be answered in good time.
! However, Mr.
Dannon is incapacitated for the time being, so I suggest - that we all go home, relax, and I shall contact you in the- Okay! Ah, Nancy! Please, please, don't go in there! Okay, ladies, he's very, very ill, isn't he? Yes! This way! Here's the door! Ahh, Dr.
Krebs! - Oh, I'm so sorry.
- Ah, don't be sorry, Doctor.
You've arrived in record time.
- Oh, but I- - I know you need someplace private to do your work so go right ahead, Doctor.
Go ahead, Doctor.
Don't let us disturb you.
Good night, ladies.
Good night, Mrs.
Dannon! Good night, Mrs.
Dannon! Good night, Mrs.
Dannon! I know.
Good night, Mrs.
Dannon.
Good night.
Good night to you! - Good night! - Oh, oh, I'm sorry.
It's all my fault.
I- - It can wait, Mildred.
- I hope you understand how badly you've complicated things by showing up here tonight, Frank.
- I just thought- - Not only have you destroyed all our painstaking work we've done thus far, but now everybody knows you're alive.
But looking on the brighter side, we've learned that you're no run-of-the-mill bigamist.
Do you realize you've posed as an antique dealer a truck driver, a neurosurgeon a college professor and an aerospace engineer while simultaneously maintaining five households? - Disgusting.
- Mildred, we're professionals.
We have been hired to protect Mr.
Dannon to the best of our ability and we will do so regardless of our personal feelings whatever they might be.
You swine.
- You'll be safer at my apartment.
- You really think I'm still in danger? Frank, please.
A few minutes ago, one of your spouses tried to use your head - as a basketball.
- Oh, I think you're making too much of this.
- I can't believe one of my wives would actually take- You were saying? - Are you all right? - They were over there! - What was that? - See anything? What was it? Here.
Well, now.
Oh.
Perhaps one of our ladies dropped this.
You get Frank to bed, and I'll see if a certain gun's been fired in say, the last five minutes.
There we go.
In we go.
- How about a drink, eh? - Oh, I'd love one.
You know, it's just like Stella to try and choke me.
She's so impulsive.
- Frank.
- Mr.
Steele? You're remembering.
Hey.
! - That's right.
- Ah, well, this calls for a toast.
Now, if only I could remember who came at me with that hatchet.
Ah-ah, don't push it.
Let's just be thankful your memory's returning, however slowly.
Here we go.
Voilà.
To, uh- - To happy memories and what makes them.
- Hm.
To Mary.
I'll never forget that week in Cape Cod.
- And to Terry and those long nights with Dickens.
- Mm-hmm.
And to Stella too.
You know, a man couldn't ask for a better bowling partner.
And to Barbara's style.
To those nights with Nancy, on that bearskin rug in front of the fireplace.
- She'd rub- - I'll drink to that.
Oh, but how did I ever get into this mess? I'm afraid you're the only one who can answer that, Frank.
I remember it was fun most of the time.
Always something to look forward to- new job, new romance.
Can you recall how it all started? In college, I was always switching majors.
Then I dropped out and I joined the navy.
Yeah, that's right.
I enlisted- medical orderly.
We were somewhere in the China Sea.
Took on some wounded.
And one of the doctors collapsed, and the patient was dying.
Blood was everywhere.
So I just picked up some instruments.
I mean, I'd seen plenty of operations.
And, uh I saved that man's life.
- Did you tell anyone? - What, in the navy? Oh, that would have landed me in the brig.
But-But it was that experience that made me realize I had a gift.
I could watch somebody do something and pick it up- right away.
Suddenly you saw your life was different from that of most men.
You didn't have to be trapped in a single identity.
No one could tell you what to do.
That's right.
You really understand, don't you? Tell me, though.
How did the women figure in all this? Oh, as I recall, it just happened.
I fell in love, got married.
- Then I fell in love with someone else.
- And married her too.
I guess I'm just an old-fashioned guy.
Yes.
But did you ever consider how they might feel about it? No, I guess not.
Maybe it's too bad that hatchet missed.
Uh, listen, Frank, I think that's being a bit extreme.
I mean, look at it this way: At least you're capable of making a commitment.
Now what kind of commitments did I make, Mr.
Steele? I was playing roles, imagining I was putting something over on life when in fact, I was only fooling myself.
I guess I was too scared to make a real commitment.
It's not an uncommon failing, Frank.
Hey, listen, it's been a long day, a tough day.
I've got the couch, you take the bedroom, okay? Good night, Frank.
What are you doing here? - Somebody took some shots tonight at Frank after you left.
- Oh, no! - Is he all right? - He's all right.
Oh, God! I'm sorry.
Um, let's move into the study.
This is quite a shock, but, uh, I don't understand - why you came here- - I saw the gun in your purse tonight, Barbara.
- Oh, I see.
And you suspected that- - You had the means the motive and the opportunity.
You sound just like a policeman.
I am- the private kind.
Frank's my client.
Oh, I see.
Well, I may have had the means to shoot Frank but you are wrong about the motive.
I owe that man more than I could ever possibly repay.
When I first met Frank, I was an ambitious dress designer.
I had no time for anything but running my own business.
Frank showed me how hollow that life was.
Without someone to share it with my success meant nothing.
Frank Dannon saved me from becoming a very cold, hard woman.
He taught me how to love again.
I'd still like to see that gun.
- Of course.
- May I? Certainly.
It's gone.
Oh, Frank, darling.
Hm! Oh, no! Don't, Nance! No! - What do you say we run away tonight, huh? - Oh, uh- We'll rent a room with one of those beds like we had that weekend in Pittsburgh.
- Oh, Pittsburgh.
- Start all over again, huh? - Oh, Nancy, I-I don't- - Now, hush.
Now, I don't care about those other girls.
I know you couldn't care for them the way you care about me, could you? - No.
- We'll just pretend like nothing ever happened.
"Come into my parlor," said the spider to the fly.
- What? - What's to stop her from taking you to some nice, secluded spot and slitting your throat, Frank? - Why would I do that? - Inheritance, Nancy.
The only subject on your mind from earlier this evening.
Well, I thought he was dead.
I just wanted to see what was coming to me.
Same old cash problems, huh, Nance? Well, now, hon, I'm just a little bit overextended but you know how picky those credit card people can be.
But I wouldn't hurt a hair on my Frank's head.
This is the only man who's ever respected me for more than just my body.
Isn't she something? Oh, yes, Frank.
She's definitely something.
Definitely.
All right, honey.
Where is he? You said he'd be here 10 minutes ago.
So where is he? Stella, why don't you sit down? I can't sit down.
This is my life we're talking about, honey.
- I thought Frank's life was the issue here.
- Frank- Frank's got it made.
He's got the pick of the litter.
- Where is he anyway? - Come on, Stella.
You think I'd let him walk into a bullet? You missed once.
I wasn't gonna give you a second chance.
What are you talking about? Me, shoot Frank? You're joking, right? Somehow you'd be more convincing without the gun.
You wouldn't understand.
I'll never find a man to replace Frank.
Look at me, honey.
This isn't exactly a body that men lust after.
But I'll tell you something: Frank made me feel like a queen.
Roses, candlelight dinners, the works.
Obviously, things can't go back to the way they were before, so who is he gonna choose? You think a hundred and 40 pounds of cellulite can compete with you or any of those other broads? Fat chance.
Stella, come here.
Come here.
Sit down.
Trying to force ourselves upon him is only going to make things worse.
He's got to want to come to us.
Without that, it doesn't matter how much we feel for him.
We'll only drive him away.
Love doesn't work on demand.
You've been through this before, huh, honey? But can a man who has that many surprises up his sleeve be worth all the effort? I think so.
I hope you're right.
Maybe I'd better hang on to that, huh? This? Sure.
Ah, Mildred.
Thanks for coming.
I thought it best somebody spend the night with Frank-what's left of it anyway.
This is the last safe place we can keep him.
Why don't you, uh, bed down in Miss Holt's office for the evening? - I can't do that, sir.
- Well, then, uh, use the couch out here.
Sir, I- I came to tender my resignation.
Oh, Mildred, I'm stunned.
I failed you, sir, and on my first major assignment too.
You're referring to Frank's untimely resurrection.
It was a sucker play, and I fell for it just like a schoolgirl.
I- I don't deserve the confidence you've placed in me.
Mildred, we all make mistakes.
No.
Not you, sir.
No, I- I can't continue here, feeling like a fraud.
No, I'm just a washed-up bureaucrat and I should be home knitting instead of trying to be something that I'm not.
- Come on, Mildred.
Sit down.
- Oh, sir.
Have a seat.
Perhaps you don't realize this, Mildred but you are a tremendous asset to this agency.
You're intensely loyal, a dedicated worker one who relishes those dreary assignments that most people detest.
You're just being kind.
Then let's talk about frauds.
Mildred you are looking at one of the biggest frauds you've ever seen.
- I'm not Remington Steele.
- You're not? Well, not the Remington Steele you think I am.
Oh, I know I appear to be the supersleuth with all the answers- dapper, debonair, worldly.
But it's all an act- one conceived by Miss Holt that I work very hard to maintain in order to support this agency's image.
She's the real detective.
If I'm anything more than a figurehead, I owe it to her.
I've made more mistakes since I've been with Laura than I care to remember but I'm still here, Mildred.
So we'll have no more talk about resigning.
We'll find our way together, eh? Until the morning then.
Where's Frank? Upstairs, asleep at last, with Mildred at the drawbridge.
Incidentally I had a word with our Miss Krebs.
- Did you tell her? - Yes.
- Everything? - Within reason.
- How did she take it? - It was a bit of a shock, but, uh, she'll get over it.
Must have been difficult for you.
Telling the truth is something I've always worked hard to avoid.
Past tense? Increasingly so, I'm afraid.
You know, you're rapidly becoming the man I envisioned when I created Remington Steele- honest, courageous caring, good-humored sexy.
I must say, it's satisfying being able to do this without Mildred interrupting phones going - bullets flying.
- I agree.
I think we can eliminate Barbara as a suspect.
I think we can eliminate Barbara as a suspect.
That's one.
And Nancy didn't harm Frank when she had the opportunity to in my bedroom.
- Shouldn't that clear her? - Two down.
Stella took Barbara's gun, which means she had the means to shoot Frank, but it was never fired.
Besides, I don't think an imaginative killer like the one we're after would try to choke Frank to death in a room full of witnesses.
Three out.
Any more? - Tsk.
I think that's it for now.
- That leaves Terry and Mary.
Terry's the least likely suspect of them all- shy, sweet, a college professor whose only excitement in life is provided by Victorian novels.
- Which means it's definitely her.
- How did you arrive at that? It's always the least likely suspect you've got to watch, Laura.
And at the moment, the only one I could suspect more would be the butler, if there was one.
Mary had a violent reaction to Frank's reappearance.
It was more than sudden shock that made her faint.
It was the horror of seeing the man she murdered coming back from the grave.
Besides, she has an accent.
Always a dead giveaway.
Hardly conclusive evidence, Laura.
Some of the nicest people I know have accents.
Oh, please, people.
! This isn't getting us anywhere.
! Well, maybe this will.
I gave that charm to Terry.
- Aha! - But I also gave one to Mary.
- Aha.
- Why did you do that? Well, I gave one to each of my wives.
Aha.
It was kind of a trademark.
Well, then, our job is simple: find out which of our prime suspects is missing that trinket.
Should work like a charm.
- Frank.
! - Mary.
What are you doing- What are you doing here? - Seemed only fair to share him with everyone.
- Eh, you remember me, um- - Sterling Gillette.
- Ah, yes.
- Of course.
- Oh, what a lovely bracelet.
- And what a lovely charm, eh, Miss Holt? - Lovely.
Thank you.
I always wear it.
Frank gave it to me.
Didn't you, dear? Mmm.
- All right, let's go.
W-We got a job to do.
- But you just got here.
Frank, why don't you stay a while with Mary? I'm sure Mr.
Gillette and I can handle everything to your satisfaction.
It'll be better for all concerned, Frank.
Trust me.
Honey.
I must say, Laura, I think you're taking Mary's innocence quite well.
- No, I'm not.
- Now remember: This is a vicious killer who's tried bullets, arrows, hatchets.
Don't let appearances deceive you.
She's capable of anything.
Aww! I haven't- haven't been able to stop crying since last night.
- It's been hard on all of us.
- I can't believe it.
You see, Frank is such a good man.
- The best.
- He's- He's kind.
- The kindest.
- Funny.
- Hysterical.
- What a creep! - Pardon me? - How could he do this to me? You had no idea that Frank was two-tim- I mean, uh, five-timing you? Here, take the whole thing.
- Oh, oh, oh, my.
Look at this! - Oh! - Ohh! - Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
I was just admiring your bracelet.
- It's quite an unusual charm, wouldn't you say, Mr.
Gillette? - Remarkable, yes.
Frank gave this to me on our- on our wedding day.
You see? - There's our wedding date.
- Ahh.
Oh.
- "2/11/83.
" - Uh-huh.
Oh, my God! Oh, Mary.
I'd forgotten how much I enjoy just being with you.
Oh, Frank.
- I'm so glad you've explained everything to me.
- Well, I- It makes what happened easier to understand.
For a while there, I thought I'd lost you, but now you're found.
You'll never leave my side again.
That's the way I feel.
Mmm! - Look at me.
- Hmm? - I'm a mess.
- What? I wanted to look so special for you.
Oh, you never looked better to me.
Let me go clean up.
I won't be long.
Uhh.
You've been a tough man to kill- not like the others.
- A real challenge.
- I-I- I don't- But now it's bye-bye.
Stop right there, Mrs.
Dannon! Where is she? Oh.
Sorry.
I still can't believe it.
Yes, well, seven bodies buried in a rose garden and all for their money.
- Huh! No passion involved whatsoever.
- Well, I loved her.
If you hadn't, you wouldn't have developed amnesia.
It was the shock of seeing someone you totally believed in trying to kill you that snapped your memory.
- Poetic justice.
- What was that? I said, it was so nice to see justice done.
But, uh, how did you know it was Mary? I mean, after all, she had the charm.
Yes, but we had the one with the date on it.
A lady who coolly conceived seven murders was clever enough to realize that a missing charm might give her trouble, so the next morning she went out and bought another.
Well, I'll tell you one thing: I've learned my lesson.
From now on, it's strictly the straight and narrow.
One job, one woman and one Frank Dannon.
I hope so.
- Well, thanks for everything, Mr.
Steele and Miss Holt.
- Ah, yes.
And thank you, Mildred.
We want to talk to you, Frank.
What about? Your future.
Oh, uh- Mildred, I understand you and Mr.
Steele had a very important discussion last night.
Oh-ho, that we did.
And it certainly was an eye-opener for me.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think Mr.
Steele would go to such lengths to try to keep me here.
I mean, do you know that he actually tried to convince me that you invented him? Ha-ha! Oh-ho, anybody who can come up with a story like that has my undying devotion.
- Yeah.
- I'll fix you a cup of tea, boss.
Okay, Mildred, thanks.