Spy Hard Page #2

But after Victoria Dahl,

well, I don't think...

I'll ever find room

for another woman in this...

ripped-apart, torn-up,

scarred, burned-out...

Iump in my chest...

where a human heart once beat.

I hope you understand

what I'm trying to say to you.

Oh, I'll live, Mr. Steele.

It's your life

I'm worried about.

I'm glad you understand.

- I know how much these things can hurt.

Mr. Steele.

[ Woman ] Hi, Dick.

- Hi, Mr. Steele!

- Good morning, Mrs. Hudmucker.

Fore!

- Watch out.

- You all right?

- Thank you.

A little help, please? Thank you.

Dinatelli foursome

to starter's window. Mr. Jack Dinatelli.

- Duck!

- Dick, wait!

Well, Steve!

- Steve Bishop. You look great.

- Thank you. We go back a long way, huh?

Yeah.

- Let's have a drink.

- Okay.

Just sit right there, Steve.

- The usual, Mr. Steele?

- You betcha.

- Well, how's everything at the agency?

- Ah, Dick...

it used to be such fun

killin' a few spies...

with gas from a banana grenade.

But now, huh, it's all

bureaucratic politics.

You gotta fill out 20 forms

in triplicate...

just to take a piss!

- Boy, that was fun.

- Y eah.

- Thank you!

Oh, man, they don't do stuff

like that at the agency any more.

I'm sorry to hear that, Steve.

- Uh, Dickie... there is something.

- Relax, sugar.

Steve, I'm out of the Service.

There's a plot

to launch a satellite.

- Now, I'm out of the Service.

Talk about something else.

- Bishop.

- Bishop here.

- Got a new lead. Gonna need you here.

- Uh-huh. Yeah.

- And get a dozen eggs and a gallon of milk.

- Okay.

- I'll leave right away.

- Thank you, sir.

- No more headsets.

Ear buttons. They put the receiver

right in your head now.

- I gotta get back to the hotel.

- The director wants you to see this.

- I'm not interested, Steve.

Please, Dickie.

Take a look at the tape.

Please, Dickie.

Take a look at the tape.

It'll change your mind.

Hmm-hmm.

She makes a pretty hood ornament,

don't you think?

[ Chuckles ] Yes, it is I,

good ol' General Rancor.

I'm back, big as life

and twice as ugly.

- All Steele did was blow off a couple of arms.

- Rancor!

- That's no biggie, no big thing. Now I got plenty of arms.

- He can't be alive.

- Your pretty Barbara Dahl--

- My God!

Barbara Dahl.

Victoria... why would your daughter

join the agency...

knowing what happened to you?

Why?

Why?

Why, why, why, why?

Victoria Dahl...

you were the only woman I ever loved.

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head

And just like the guy

whose feet are too big for his bed

- Nothin' seems to fit

Those raindrops are fallin' on my head

They keep fallin'

So I just did me

some talkin' to the sun

And I said I didn't like

the way he got things done

Sleepin' on the job

- Those raindrops are fallin'

on my head

They keep fallin'

But there's one thing

I know

The blues they sent to meet me

Won't defeat me

It won't be long 'til happiness

Steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head

But that doesn't mean my eyes

will soon be turnin' red

For today's top story,

we now join Kelly Lange live downtown.

Kelly Lange here

for Channel 3 lsland News.

A tragic accident has claimed the life of

a businessman identified as Steven Bishop,

when a huge grand piano fell from

the 17th floor of the Mayan Hotel...

when a huge grand piano fell from

the 17th floor of the Mayan Hotel...

directly behind me

and landed on his car.

- An accident?

- It seems the man was--

- Having a kid at 60, that's an accident.

Having a piano fall on you,

that's... bad luck.

We're told that they had to remove the

driver's body from the oil pan of the car.

- Police are ruling this as an accident.

- Operator.

Operator, get me Washington.

- George?

- D.C.

I'll take care of

the luggage, just some overnight things.

- Bonjour, monsieur.

- ...no parking.

Do not leave

your baggage unattended.

It looks like

you could use a hand.

I'm afraid I'm pretty clumsy.

- You must be headed to Los Angeles.

- How do you know that?

- It's written on your ticket.

- Oh! Thank you.

You are welcome.

Have a nice flight,

and I wish you adieu.

Oh, thank you, but I'm quite satisfied

with the 'do I have.

If you want to see me again,

turn around now.

Aha.

[ Flight Attendant ]

It's right here on the aisle.

[ Man ] No, no, no.

I asked for a window seat.

I can't be getting up and down just because

somebody wants to be getting in and out.

- I have too much to do. I always have a window seat.

- Excuse me, sir.

- I was wondering, do you mind?

- No problem. Please, be my guest.

- Actually, I prefer an aisle seat.

- Excuse me. Excuse me.

- Be my guest. Here.

- Here, let me help you with these.

I hope that this will be the last

of the conversations on this trip.

Your ticket.

Take it easy

with that luggage!

Excuse me, sir. Could you put your

tray table up for takeoff, please?

No, the tray table stays down, please.

Thank you very much.

You've made things

inconvenient enough as it is.

- What-- What is this?

Is this yours?

Do you mind?

- It's my briefcase.

Let me make more room for you.

Excuse me. Is this seat taken?

Please.

Thank you.

Do you always take matters

into your own hands?

Things often end up

in my hands.

And I bet your hands

end up in a lot of things.

Let's just say,

my hands and things...

are often in the same place

at the same time.

Could I get you

something to drink?

We'll have dry Minoli and Russos,

on the rocks,

stirred, not beaten,

twist of lemon,

in chilled glasses,

not frozen.

And two of those

curly little straws.

Thirty hours, 11 minutes and 10 seconds.

Thirty hours, 11 minutes

and 8 seconds.

Thirty hours, 11 minutes

and 5 seconds.

[ Director Over Intercom ] Miss Cheevus,

when Agent Steele arrives, send him right in.

Mm-hmm.

- Miss Cheevus, is the director available?

- No, he's married.

- Oh, you kidder.

Miss Cheevus, you wouldn't be trying

to make things hard for me?

Oh, Dick, if only I could.

But you know you and I would work

so well together deep undercover.

You know the agency's rules

about secrecy. They're very... rigid.

- Yes, and we wouldn't want

to blow it, would we?

Why don't you two just get a motel room?

I need you in here now, Steele!

Miss Cheevus, wasn't the director

in the office here?

[ Miss Cheevus Over Intercom ] He just buzzed me from in there, my little pumpy

- whumpy.

I'll just sit down

and wait for him.

Great Scott!

Steele, see a doctor!

Good show, Steele.

I hid for two weeks from

my ex-wife's attorney in this outfit.

It's good to see you, WD-40.

You're always

my most noble warrior.

- Glad to find you, sir.

- Yes, yes, well,

we have to find someone else

far more important now.

- You saw the tape with Rancor?

- I can't believe he's alive.

He's a madman.

He wants the world.

But I'll be perfectly frank, Dick.

He wants you first.

He knew I'd send you the tape,

especially with Barbara Dahl on it.

Barbara Dahl.

Looks just like Victoria

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