Remington Steele (1982) s02e05 Episode Script

- There's been an accident.
- Did you hit him? You'll get yours, Steele.
Get away from me, please, you murderer.
I'm being framed like a two-dollar watercolor.
That's what's happening.
By who? Someone from your mysterious past? I got him.
Well, you'd better go back and look again because as good as we are, and we are good until we find out who's after you I don't think we stand a snowball's chance in hell of beating this! Los Angeles.
I'd like the listing for Remington Steele Investigations.
- Whoa.
! - Does it every time.
- Here we go.
- Mm-hmm.
Hmm.
- An excellent year.
- An interesting year.
I was referring to the champagne.
And not to the anniversary of your appearance in our lives? Oh, has it been a year already? - It doesn't seem like it, does it? - Mm, hardly.
But tell me- is that the reason for the surprise you mentioned this evening? Well, I think you'll find it stimulating.
Maybe even a whole new experience.
I've always had a soft spot for stimulation.
My horizons are yours to expand.
I'll just get Mildred.
She's barely been able to contain her excitement.
Hmm, Mildred, eh? Oh, Mr.
Steele, if I had this rig at the I.
R.
S the revenues I would have wrenched loose.
I mean, the RAM and the ROM capacity it has.
And the power.
Mark my words, after tonight's computer class, the world is at our microchips.
- Computer class? - Different, stimulating, a new experience.
And if I get just a little instructions I'm sure that I can clear up your checking account problems.
What's wrong with my checking account? Oh, it's probably just a glitch in the statement readout.
Shall we? You're not coming.
It's not that I don't find a computer class positively electrifying but, um, I promised to visit a friend, um, been taken ill.
Well, Fred's taking Mildred and me in the limo but you're welcome to use my car if you'd like.
I hope your friend recovers soon.
I suspect he's feeling better already.
Bye, ladies.
Hmm.
Oh, well, I suppose you're not a total loss.
Steele here.
Mr.
Steele, thank God I found you.
My name is Henry Spellman.
You don't know me, and I don't have time to explain, but I must see you.
Please, there's no time.
I'm in danger.
I'll be at the Covington Inn on Highway 5, two miles past the River Road turnoff.
- Help me.
- Mr.
Spellman- Oh, my God.
Hey, mister, mister, mister.
Sir.
Sir.
Mister, please, please.
Please.
- Two, three, four, five.
- What happened? There's been an accident.
The man's hurt.
Find a phone.
Get an ambulance, will you? - Did you hit him? - Did you hear what I said? Damn it.
There's been an accident.
Find a phone, please! Four, five, six.
Come on.
Stay with me.
Stay with me.
I got a message in the class.
Are you all right? Oh, yeah, terrific.
I never saw him, Laura.
He was just there from nowhere.
But up here? When I left you at the office- - A man called, said his name was Spellman.
- Enough.
Henry, Henry Spellman.
Excuse me, please.
Excuse me! He said his name was Spellman.
Henry Spellman.
He said he wanted to see me right away.
He gave me an address up here someplace.
- You know this Spellman? - No.
He just sounded so desperate.
Of course my being the intrepid detective and all that.
I'm sorry to bother you again, Mr.
Steele, but we can't locate that ice cream vendor guy.
- Ice cream vendor? - Yes, he was the first one to stop.
I, uh- I sent him to call.
He had one of those vans with the jingles going.
That's all right.
A lot of folks leave the scene of an accident.
Don't wanna get involved.
I'll just put it in the report, huh? Excuse me, Officer.
The man I, uh-The man I hit, do you know his name? Henry Spellman.
Oh, dear God.
You should have seen the way Mildred went after that computer keyboard tonight.
I really think she has a rapport with those machines.
A man calls, says he needs help.
Then the next thing I know, the same man's bouncing off the hood of my car.
Hmm? Is there any sense in that at all? We'll see what we can find out about it in the morning.
It could be he was running from something when- When I killed him.
I've never killed a man before.
I don't think I much care for the feeling.
I'll stay with you tonight if you like.
I mean, I was the dusk-to-dawn pinochle champion - three years' running at summer camp.
- Hmm.
Buck a hand.
What do you say? I say it's a good idea that you invented me because if it were the other way around, I don't think I could dream up anyone quite like you.
But it's all right.
I'm better off by myself.
Go on home.
I'll, um, keep the phone by my bed - if you need to talk.
- Sure.
And, uh, try to remember it was an accident.
Yeah.
Oh.
It was an accident.
- Yes? - Mr.
Steele? - Yes.
- This is Julia Spellman, Henry's wife.
- His wife? - The police just left.
They explained to me about the accident.
I wanted you to know that I don't hold you to blame.
Oh, Mrs.
Spellman, I- I, uh- I don't know what to say.
But, um, when your husband called me, he said he was in trouble.
- Do you think he was in trouble? - I think so, but right now I can't.
Of course.
Of course.
Of course.
I understand.
They want me to come to the morgue tomorrow to claim the- Oh- to get Henry.
Maybe if you could meet me there, we could talk then.
10:00? I'll be there.
I'll be there.
Um, Mrs.
Spellman you know, I-I'm so sorry.
- Are you sure you're ready for this? - She asked me to come.
I couldn't refuse even if I wanted to.
Excuse me.
Are you here for this Spellman too? Sort of.
Maybe you know.
Exactly where did the accident take place? Uh, on Highway 5, just north of River Road, I think.
Hmm.
It shouldn't be that cold up there.
Mrs.
Spellman? Uh, I'm Remington Steele.
How dare you come here.
How dare you.
Mrs.
Spellman- You killed him.
But Henry told me all about you.
I know what you've done.
I know! I do understand how you feel.
Please believe me.
You'll get yours, Steele.
Just like Henry.
Just like Maclntyre.
Who's Maclntyre? - Mrs.
Spellman, please listen.
- No.
- No, get away from me, please, you murderer.
- Just a few seconds.
- I want to talk to you, please.
- You butcher! No! Leave me alone! Please, please, let's go.
Let's go.
- Get away.
- Where did all that come from? Boy, these are really something.
I tell you.
The best picture I ever got was one of me and Tommy Lasorda saying "Go for the fences, Jimmy.
" Oh, listen, I hope you don't mind my being in here.
It's just that I have been such a big fan of yours, Mr.
Steele.
Oh, no problem, Mr.
, uh- Oh, Jarvis.
DetectiveJarvis.
I got my I.
D.
right here.
What can we do for you, Detective? You must be Miss Holt.
I can't tell you what a hoot this is meeting the both of you.
The fact of the matter is that traffic accidents aren't even in my department.
But when that report came in, and I saw the name Steele on there- Yes, you just couldn't help yourself.
I guess I couldn't.
Boy, I hope I didn't leave my badge in the soap dish again.
Do you have some questions, Detective? Well, it's just a few little things.
Um, according to the report, Mr.
Steele you said that Henry Spellman called you and asked to meet you at the Covington Inn? Did you take that call, Miss Holt? No.
No, Mildred and I had already left for the evening.
Right.
So then you spoke with him, and then you left for the Covington Inn? Mm-hmm.
That's correct.
Well, I guess it just must have, uh, slipped your mind then when he called.
- What's that? - The Covington Inn? It burned down six weeks ago.
- Big front-page headlines, remember? - He's right.
Listen, I've imposed on your time long enough.
Just a second there, DetectiveJarvis.
Mr.
Steele, I wanna thank you.
I'll take care of everything from here.
It's all paperwork anyway.
And really, thank you.
I am never, ever going to forget meeting you like this.
I'm sure that goes for both of us.
Tell me, Detective.
If accident reports aren't your normal area what department do you work for? I'm sorry.
Homicide.
Bye-bye now.
According to Mildred, Spellman had some kind of business down here.
- "Nowicki Mail Order"? - No.
"Bishop's All Girl Orchestra"? "Spellman.
Custom hatters for heads of distinction.
" Shall we? - Hello? - Hello? Shall we, uh, have a little look around? This is ludicrous.
Absolutely ludicrous.
Oh.
Take all the time you like.
I was just down the hall putting on some tea.
Perhaps the lady would like one of these.
Uh, no thank you.
Really, I-I- Please, I insist.
Now, what sort of hat was it that you were looking for, Mr.
- Uh, Pearson.
Benjamin Pearson.
And my associate, Miss Holtstein.
And, uh, Mutual Fidelity Insurance Company and it's Mr.
Spellman's life insurance that brought us actually.
Yes, uh, we need some additional information in order to approve final payment.
Life insurance? Final payment? I don't understand.
Mr.
Spellman isn't- You're not suggesting- I'm afraid Mr.
Spellman died last night as the result of an accident.
Are you certain it was an accident? - Absolutely.
Why? - Tell me, this accident a man named Steele wasn't involved, was he? Yes, he was.
Oh, no.
Oh, my God, no.
Sit down.
Sit down.
Here you go.
Sit.
There you go.
I warned him not to push Steele.
There are other ways to get money like that.
I warned him that this could happen.
What? What would happen? What money? What did he tell you was going on with Mr.
Steele? No.
No, I've said too much already.
No, it's important that we have all the facts.
Oh, I don't know anything.
Please leave me alone.
My tea.
I have to get my tea.
Just a second.
Mister, please.
Oh, boy.
According to this, I've had four meetings with the ubiquitous Mr.
Spellman in the last two weeks.
But that's not possible, is it? DetectiveJarvis, please.
Yes, Detective.
I found that appointment book of Mr.
Spellman's that you were asking about.
In fact, I have it right here in front of me.
A Mr.
Steele you say.
Well, I don't know.
Let's have a look, shall we? I finally cracked the boss's checking account snafu.
That's great, Mildred.
Maclntyre? That's the name Mrs.
Spellman mentioned.
What about those checking accounts, Mildred? Oh, well, I don't really think I should say, Miss Holt.
Mildred, he's the boss, but I'm in charge, remember? Oh, right.
Okay, see for yourself.
With all those checks to the Spellman Hat Company you'd think we'd see our chief in a hat every once in a while, wouldn't you? Thanks, Mildred.
And please keep checking those numbers on Spellman's phone bill for us.
- Maybe one of them will open a door.
- Oh, Miss Holt, I- Listen, I know I'm kind of the new kid on the block here but with all this, well, do you wanna tell me what's going on? No, Mildred, not yet.
But right now I need to ask about our match last Thursday.
I remember the afternoon because just after you left somebody called to apologize for not showing up.
I think his name was Spellman.
Something like that.
And he said something about a Maclntyre account.
I'm not even sure though.
Steele? Steele, are you still there? Yes.
Yes, Carlos.
Thank you.
Bye.
Ow! Hey, these things can really be dangerous without those little rubber tips, huh? Here.
Uh, I guess I got the point.
Can, uh, you and I talk for a minute there, uh- I don't like this, Laura.
It's bad enough that I accidentally kill a stranger but now I'm scratching for alibis that won't hold.
- I'm actually starting to think I'm in real trouble.
- Yes, I think we are.
- Sit down.
- And then there's this DetectiveJarvis- - Please sit down.
- who keeps on popping up.
- I need to show you something.
- All right.
All right, I'm down.
I found this file in Spellman's office with your name on it.
It contains the following.
Copies of phone bills showing calls from Spellman's place to here and your apartment.
I double-checked them against your bills.
You returned all those calls.
I never received or made one of these calls, Laura.
The phone company does not agree.
There's also these.
Clippings about someone named Maclntyre.
The police believe he and an accomplice knocked over a jewelry exchange getting away with something in excess of $100,000 worth of gems.
Sold hot to a fence, they'd be worth about half that.
As the police started to move in, Maclntyre was killed.
Neither his accomplice, nor the jewels were ever found.
Just what are you telling me? Only what DetectiveJarvis will a few days from now if we've got even that much time.
- Laura- - Please, listen! In addition, Mildred tells me our new computer reveals a second checking account in your name, containing about $50,000.
The bulk has been siphoned into Spellman's Hat Company over the last few months.
If I were the police, I would say that you were Maclntyre's missing accomplice and that most likely you murdered him.
Spellman somehow found out and began blackmailing you for the jewel money.
Maybe his demands got too rich so you set up a secret meeting and then killed him too trying to make it look like an accident.
- But you're not the police, are you, Laura? - No, I'm not.
But when I met you, you were after the jewels I was hired to protect.
So? So, Maclntyre was killed exactly 10 days before you stepped into my life and became Remington Steele.
I don't give a damn for what they say.
Do you believe I'm clean? Or is Jarvis in this room as we speak right now, eh? There's an awful lot to swallow here, but, yes, I believe you're clean.
But it doesn't change what's happening.
I'm being framed like a two-dollar watercolor.
That's what's happening.
By who? Someone from your mysterious past? Don't you see it's Acapulco all over again? Every time I turn around, there's another cop still looking for you another old score waiting to be settled.
All right, so I put a few noses out of joint in my time stepped on a few toes, made a few enemies but I can't think of anyone who I've crossed so badly that they'd go through all of this to put my head on a platter.
Well, you'd better go back and look again because as good as we are, and we are good until we find out who's after you I don't think we stand a snowball's chance in hell of beating this! Good news.
I found a safe deposit box in Spellman's name at Palmer Bank.
I mean, that's what you call a hot lead, isn't it? Isn't it? It's illegal and unprofessional and I refuse to be a party to it.
Oh, please, don't make me do this.
I don't work for the I.
R.
S.
anymore.
Oh, and impersonating an agent.
Oh, we could go to jail for this.
- We may anyway, Mildred.
- Oh! Yes.
Mildred Krebs, I.
R.
S.
I gotta pick up that Spellman box and have it in court in exactly one hour.
So stow the chatter, shred the red tape and cough up the keys, dearie.
Do you have a court order? You've been expecting this for over a month now.
Don't play the bureaucrat with me, honey.
I invented the word.
But I never received notice.
I sent you notification on my own letterhead.
Are you calling me a liar? I'll go get the keys.
Snap it up, dearie.
- Oh.
- Steady, Mildred.
Steady, steady.
Okay, Mr.
Steele.
Now I know how Bonnie Parker must have felt.
Oh.
I think it's safe to assume, what, 15 years? Oh, maybe if we cop a plea, we'll get minimum security.
Oh, Mother, I'm sorry.
- Fifty thousand in cash? - Close enough.
Mm.
A collector's item I should think.
Does it fit anywhere? I don't know.
I just don't know.
Oh, God, no.
The evening edition of the paper on the night he was murdered.
- It's a fake, Laura.
- We're getting out of here.
- Right now.
- Shall we take the money? - Oh.
- Oops, bandits at 12:00.
Uh, you two climb into the clouds.
Only come out shooting if he gets his sights on my tail, okay? - What? - Excuse me, sir, please.
Uh, just a second.
Can I borrow one of these for a second, please, sir? Uh, one second, madam.
Just a second.
Uh, excuse me, sir, please.
Just one moment.
There you go.
Sorry.
- "Good afternoon.
This is a stickup.
" - Mm-hmm.
"Put all the money from your drawer into a bag.
Thank you.
P.
S.
Please ring the silent alarm.
" Excuse me.
Didn't you mean to write, "P.
S.
Please don't ring the silent alarm"? On the contrary.
You see that man in the corduroy jacket standing behind me? Well, he's armed, dangerous and forcing me to commit this heinous crime against my will.
- He's got a gun.
- Mm.
No, not him.
He's got the gun! - Whoa! - Everybody, hit the dirt! - Oh, I'm too old for this.
- Don't shoot.
Take it easy, fellas.
I'm a cop.
All right, show us some I.
D.
Damn, listen.
I left my badge in my other pants.
But that's the guy you wanna stop.
I've got a warrant for his arrest right here.
Ooh, sorry.
Stop that.
- Winslow, get his gun.
- Come on, Winslow, quick.
Get my gun.
Look at the warrant.
Read it.
It's okay.
Hey, wait a second.
Come on, Mildred, get up.
Miss Krebs.
All right, I own you now, Miss Holt- aiding and abetting withholding evidence, obstruction of an officer.
If you don't cooperate with me, believe me, I'll play the full house.
I'll cooperate, Detective.
Oh, Miss Holt.
Excuse me.
Excuse.
Tell me, Detective.
How fast does a body cool down from the moment of death? Oh, gee, Miss Holt, I'm no expert.
I thought we were already past the Huck Finn routine.
About five degrees an hour, weather permitting.
And if Spellman was hit at 8:30 and the coroner received his body four hours after that even figuring the temperature that night, it shouldn't have been below 70 degrees.
- So? - So how come on your autopsy report his body temperature is listed a full 20 degrees below that? Like I said, Miss Holt, I'm no expert.
A man was murdered.
That's enough for me.
Hello? Hello, Mother.
No, no, no, no, you're not interrupting.
In fact, there's a very special young man here now I'd like you to meet over the telephone.
Don't be silly.
I'm sureJimmy would love to hear your recipe for shrimp mousse.
- Wouldn't you, Jimmy? - Well, actually, I- Hello, Mrs.
Holt.
How are you? Your car's been repaired.
Quisling.
- I beg your pardon? - You heard me, Quisling.
- He sold out to the Nazis.
- Mildred, I don't think- I mean, how could you, Miss Holt? I mean, the man is your leader.
He trained you.
He gave you this job.
- And this is how you show your thanks? - No, ma'am.
I have no philosophical objections to marriage.
As a matter of fact, I- If you're talking business computers, I hear you.
- Uh, no, no.
- If you're talking home computers, I hear you.
I mean, they're great.
They'll balance your checkbook, do your taxes.
A step into the future for your kids.
Believe me, Mr.
Steele, I hear you.
To level with you, Sherman, I'm talking about a machine that, uh, can phone another machine.
Aha.
That's a continuous asynchronous phone link.
I've got six models, and two of them are on sale.
I see.
Is a free demonstration in order? - Does night follow day? - I hear you.
No, ma'am, there has never been any serious illness in my family.
Oh, I just came in to tell you that- Well, what is it, Mildred? - I quit.
- What? Well, if you can't supply me with a 1020-J computer, which I asked for and instead you, uh, you give me that clunker full of microchips that even Einstein couldn't manage, well, then I'm finished! Mildred, wait! Mildred, I understand this is not an easy situation for any of us - but I really think you're overreacting.
- Just look at that.
I mean, that's nothing but electronic chow mein.
Great gal, your mom.
And the recipes.
Yeah, well, uh, she's always had a flair for, um- Gee, this is a very funny time to be worrying about your computer.
Now that couldn't possibly have been a message from Mr.
Steele, now could it? Yes, it was, Detective.
- And? - He wants me to meet him.
- Alone.
- Quisling.
- Mildred, stop.
- Oh! - Here.
- Oh! I want you to keep that meeting, Miss Holt.
Just give me time to change, Detective.
We used to hang out around here when I was a teenager.
Jimmy Dean made it safe for all us rebels.
Well, I guess you come back to every place sooner or later.
I don't like what I'm about to do, Jarvis.
- A favor? - Maybe.
Give me enough of a lead to get to him.
If he sees you behind me, then he's likely to run.
I don't want anybody to die here this afternoon.
I don't either, Miss Holt.
I'll do my best, but I make no promises.
All right, this is Command.
Is everybody in position? That's a roger.
- All ready here.
- Just say when.
All right, I've lost her.
She should be in your area now though, Davis.
Negative.
She hasn't appeared yet.
- Robbie? Connor? - Yeah, no sign.
Come on, you guys.
She didn't just disappear.
Wait a second.
I got her making for the stairs.
She's running.
Move in now! Oh! Oh! Oh! DetectiveJarvis.
Oh, imagine finding you here.
You may not have been much of a kisser, Marty Klopman but you sure knew where to do it.
Laura, Laura.
- Laura, over here.
This way.
- What? This way.
Psst.
Come on.
This way.
Oh! - You're alone, I trust.
- For the moment.
Well, that's good anyway.
- I managed to send Jarvis to the store for a wild goose.
- Really? How? Let's just say you owe Marty Klopman a box of kisses for Christmas.
This way.
Come on.
- I'm glad you came.
- Did you think I wouldn't? - I couldn't rule it out, could I? - What's this? This is how I made all those calls to Spellman's office.
My number? Rubbed clean.
You clip this to the terminals, dial, and it comes out on the bill.
Then it's the phone company's word against mine.
This guy's even better than I thought.
Maybe even brilliant.
- If you're asking me who it is, I just don't know.
- Well, think about it.
What do you think I've been doing? I've gone back over everything.
Every barroom brawl, every jealous lover.
There's no one I know with enough savvy to grind an ax this sharp.
- I just don't know.
- Look.
Nobody sets up a scheme this clever without leaving a calling card.
Just think of anything strange we've come across that might ring a bell.
An ice cream truck in the middle of nowhere.
An old man with a handful of lilies.
This coin in a box.
- You didn't hear me, did you? - I heard you.
But I've put everything I've worked for on the line to come back here.
The least you can do is try once more.
Maybe it's time I cut you free of this, eh? And met this bugger on my own.
You mean leave? Well, at least that way he couldn't pull you down with me, could he? It's out of the question, so let's just drop it.
Laura, we have no more idea of who we're up against than the general on that coin.
I don't want to be remembered as the man who tore your life into little pieces.
Look.
I just said drop it! Besides, the man on the coin is not a general, he's a major.
A major.
An ice cream truck.
A lily.
A major on a coin.
Major Descoine.
I know who it i- Wait! Come back! I know who it is! Come back! Wait! He's not after your Remington Steele.
He's after mine! I got him.
Thanks for stopping, mate.
Anytime.
Come back! Stop! There's a truck stop up ahead.
You can just drop me there.
Are you sure, Mr.
Steele? Uh, you must have me confused with someone else.
No, sir.
I been thinking where I seen you before.
You're Remington Steele, all right, and that's a fact.
Done a lot of reading up on you.
Course, I had a lot of time for readin'.
Remington Steele- king of the private detectives.
Well, that's an exaggeration, I'm afraid.
But, uh, well, you know how the media can be.
Indeed I do, Mr.
Steele.
Indeed I do.
Why, I remember all the fuss they made when you solved the Lily Martin case.
- Some tough case, huh? - Mm, mm, oh, yes.
One of my most difficult.
Too bad about poor Lily Martin.
She got so upset when you caught her stealing from Palmer Bank that she upped and killed herself.
Tragic.
Quite tragic.
Krebs here.
Oh, thank God, Mildred.
I don't know how much longer I can shakeJarvis.
- Talk to me.
- This Descoine, first name Percy? Former major in the air force, right? - Yes, that's him.
- He was released from Soledad Prison six months ago on parole.
Serving three years of an eight-year term for a bank embezzling scheme.
- And Spellman? - There's no birth certificate, and there's no tax return.
Like you said, probably an alias, but no real person.
Oh, and I just got back from the chief coroner's office.
It took some arm squeezing, but he finally admitted there was a body stolen from a local morgue early last week.
Don't ask me where they put it.
In an ice cream truck.
Mildred, we're going to give you a raise for this.
Forget about the raise, honey.
Can you tell me what's going on now? Soon, Mildred, soon.
An ice cream truck? You come back to every place sooner or later.
Thank you, DetectiveJarvis.
Well, there's so many cases it's hard for one to recall all the details, you know? Yeah, I reckon so.
But this time you're going to remember, Mr.
Steele.
Was it something I said? I'm disappointed.
I assumed a man of your reputation would recall sending me to prison.
Boom! Foolish move, Mr.
Steele.
And I planted the clues of my revenge so carefully.
But either way, we've reached the end game of our match.
With a shotgun? A little crude for all the trouble you've gone to, eh? Oh, I'm not going to kill you with this unless I'm forced to.
In fact, I'm going to offer you a chance to find the evidence that'll clear you of Spellman's murder.
- Just to make things interesting.
- How sporting of you.
I just wanted you to twist and turn inside like my poor Lily did.
Who's to say? You may find yourself making the same choice she did.
Now, you have 30 minutes to reach our final destination, Mr.
Steele.
A man in perfect physical condition, running at top speed should be able to reach it in 22.
That leaves you eight minutes for the game itself.
- Where am I going? - No more questions, Mr.
Steele.
Time for you to run.
Get out.
I really can't be trusted, you know? Just a little something to get the adrenaline pumping, Mr.
Steele.
Come here.
Oh! Oh, thank God you're all right.
When I found that shotgun on the road- Couldn't you treat me like this at times when I'm less near death? He wasn't someone from your past.
He was from mine.
When Remington Steele was just a name on an office.
I solved the case, but naturally Descoine thought you were behind it all.
Oh, I'm sure- I'm sure- I'm sure some time from now this is all gonna make sense.
But right now, I've got less than 10 minutes to get somewhere up this road.
- The acid baths.
- What? Lily Martin was a teller at Palmer Bank and Descoine's accomplice in the embezzlement scheme.
When she found out we were onto her, she killed herself up here at the acid bath.
- Oh, fascinating story.
- Get in.
No fair, Mr.
Steele.
- You were supposed to run.
- So, sue me.
I suppose the extra few minutes really won't change things.
We know how you staged the accident stealing the corpse and then keeping the body cool before you pushed it in front of the car.
- We know that.
- We do? Yes, but can you prove it? I'm afraid to convince DetectiveJarvis, you're going to need the truck itself and the evidence I've left inside.
The key inside here is to a garage where the truck is hidden.
My gift to you, Mr.
Steele.
I suggest you retrieve it from the acid before the ice melts.
Or your chances will dissolve just as quickly.
Best of luck.
Come here! Come on! Come here.
I can't get it.
Help.
! Wait, wait, wait.
- It's right there.
- Oh, God.
- Oh, boy.
All right.
- Well, it's almost gone.
- Okay, let me try this.
- No, that's gonna dissolve as well.
- Well, have you got a better idea? - I don't know! Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
Give me this wire.
- All right.
Come on.
- What are you thinking? We need power, electric power.
Got any ideas? - Uh- - Think fast.
- Uh, car battery.
Car battery.
Okay.
- Right.
Go.
Quick.
Car battery.
Come on.
- Hurry.
- I'm coming.
There's not much left.
Oh, I hope high school science has a place in real life.
- Come on.
There's not much time! - Yes, I'm coming.
I'm coming.
The ice is almost gone.
- Hurry.
! - I'm coming.
- All right? - Okay.
Go.
Go.
You gotta help me.
I can't get close enough.
- Come on.
- Grab on to me and pray.
- Ready? Okay.
- Okay.
Go.
Okay? - Oh, it's coming.
It's coming.
- Come on.
Little further.
Just a little further! - Come on! - Just a little further.
It's moving.
All right.
Come on up.
Oh, boy.
- Detective.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Hey.
Mr.
Steele, I thought you might like to have this as a souvenir of sorts.
Well, it's not exactly an autographed picture ofTommy Lasorda but, uh, under the circumstances- And Major Descoine? Well, a small plane like that, Miss Holt, can land almost anyplace.
Now, we're still looking, but I'm afraid the best I can offer you, Mr.
Steele is my sincere apologies.
Oh, accepted and appreciated.
Now are you gonna tell me what's going on? Detective? - Miss Krebs- - Mildred.
Miss Krebs, uh, there was a man named Henry Spellman.
Come to think of it, uh, this is really more you.
Oh, a key to your innocence locked in my heart? Think of it as an anniversary present, eh? - Only if it comes with a promise.
- What's that? You will never again leave me for my own good.
It's a promise.
I've never liked that machine.