04x15 - I Love Paris

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Well, I'm not the kind to kiss and tell,
but I've been seen with Farrah,

I've never been with anything less than a
nine, so fine, I've been on fire with

Sally Field, gone fast with a girl named
Bo, but somehow they just don't end up as

mine, it's a death defying life I lead,
I take my chances, I die for living in the

movies and TV, but the hardest thing I
ever did was meeting ladies, kissed some

other guy while I'm bandaging my knee,
made

records at your star, I've

never spent much time in school,
but I've taught ladies plenty,

it's true I hire my body out to pay,
hey hey, I've gotten burned over Cheryl

Teague's blown up poor Rock and Welch,
but when I wind up in the hay,

Are you kidding?

These are my shoes.

I got a bag for my evening gowns,
for my nightwear, my daywear, and...

oh, this bathing suit?

It's for Saint Tropez.

Oh.

By the way, how on earth did you get Colt
to spring for the airfare?

Oh, well, he was invited to go to France
by the Paris Legion of Film, and Howie and

I threatened to disown
him unless he cashed in

his first class ticket
for three coach fares.

Very smart.

What's Jody yelling about?

Did she turn off the lights?

I already told her, yes.

Did Colt shut off the gas?

Listen, you just go put your luggage in
the car.

I'll check the pilot.

Go, go, go.

Don't take it so hard, Terry.

Someday you'll get to Paris, too.

I'm checking the gas.

It's a wood stove.

Want an aspirin?

No thanks.

You got a headache?

Head, back, neck, shoulder, everything
hurts but my elbow.

Oh.

By the way, Colt, why did the Paris Legion
of Film ask you to speak?

I guess they wanted
somebody with expertise in

both technical and physical
aspects of stunt work.

Okay.

Well, why'd they ask you?

Here, let me do that.

Must be childproof.

Very funny.

Here you go.

Anyway, thought you were the Unknown
Stuntman.

Only in America.

In Paris, he's known as a god.

No, no, no.

Come on.

I did a couple of Belmondo films and got
pretty good reviews.

Nowhere near a god.

Okay.

So a legend in your own time.

Well, I could live with that.

Okay, we're off.

Oh, oh, Colt.

Let me get that for you.

See?

You're not that bad, are you?

Shh.

What are you doing, kid?

Oh, I'm planning our itinerary.

Soon as we hit Paris, we're gonna go to
the Louvre, Sacré-Cœur, and the Notre-Dame

Cathedral, and eventually we'll go down to
Saint-Tropez.

Hey, hey, wait a minute.

I'm not going all the way to France to
watch some hunchback ring a bell.

Why don't we just go straight to Saint
-Tropez?

I suppose you'd be
content to just lie on some

beach and ogle the
Frenchmen for two weeks, right?

You're right.

Three weeks would be better.

Jody is so hedonistic.

Well, only if you do it right.

Ha, ha, ha.

What are you gonna do, Colt?

Well, after my speech
is over, I think I'll

soak my body in one of
those famous French spas.

Mr. Severs?

Yes?

There's a passenger in first class who'd
like you to join her.

Her?

Mm-hmm.

Are you okay?

Just a little stiff.

By the time he limps to first class, he'll
have to return to his seat for the landing.

Ha, ha.

I love Paris in the springtime.

I love Paris in the fall.

Paris in the winter when it drizzles.

I love Paris in the summer when it
sizzles.

I love Paris every moment.

Keep driving.

I didn't expect to see you until later.

It took a great deal of money to buy your
loyalty away from the French police.

I want to make sure that everything is
going as planned.

Colt Seavers?

You called?

Penelope Millmore.

Please, take a seat.

I need you.

Desperately.

You don't seem the type that would be
desperate for anybody.

I'll get straight to the point.

You weren't invited to Paris to speak to
the film legion.

Must be mistaken.

They sent me a ticket.

No mistake.

I arranged for that little guy's.

I wrote a speech and everything.

I'm sorry.

I work for this man.

You know him.

Nicholas Thompson?

It's the guy that won the Nobel Peace
Prize for his work in the Middle East.

Dr. Thompson is coming to France to launch
a major peace agreement.

Unfortunately, I have
reason to believe that he's

targeted for assassination
at his press conference.

I suggest he cancel it, or at least
postpone it.

It's much too important to cancel.

Besides, he refuses to bow to the threat
of terrorism.

And he's convinced that the assassination
attempt is just a rumor.

Sounds like you've got quite a bit on your
hands.

The rumored assassin is a man named
Winston.

The State Department told me that you were
the only one who could identify him.

Thompson's press conference is set for the
day after tomorrow.

This is a diagram of the security layout.

How many men and where they'll be.

There's one change.

Inspector Dante is having me put two
uniformed men on Thompson.

They won't be any problem.

Anything else?

Yes.

Thompson's assistants have heard rumors
that you have been hired to assassinate him.

They've arranged for some kind of personal
escort.

Someone who can identify you.

Dante says he's an American.

There can only be one man.

Called Severs.

I want you to stay with me.

With me and Dr. Thompson, until we leave
France.

You just have to point him out.

French police do the rest.

Why didn't you contact me in the States
and ask me this?

I wasn't sure you'd come, but
now that you're on your way, I

thought you'd have a little
more difficulty in turning me down.

Well, your plan didn't work.

I've mixed it up with
his Winston a few years

ago, and I still have
the scars to prove it.

Is that all you can think of?

Yourself?

I didn't say that.

Mr. Severs, the fate of literally thousands
of people almost certainly rests in Dr.

Thompson's hands.

And you think Dr. Thompson's life rests in
mine?

I know it does.

Well, at least I get a chance to meet a
great man.

He's flying to Paris now with his other
assistant, Barbara.

But when you do meet him, you mustn't let
him know why you're here.

He'd be furious.

He doesn't believe in bodyguards.

So what do I tell him?

I've taken care of it.

I told him I was bringing my boyfriend to
Paris.

Well, um, what do I tell my friends?

Anything but the truth.

If Winston is involved, their lives are in
jeopardy.

You'll have to help me convince my
friends.

It's sure been up there a long time.

The hors d'oeuvres must be good.

There he is.

I think that's enough.

My friends, they need a lot of convincing.

Oh.

Cole, who was that?

Oh, a French movie critic.

I guess she appreciates my work.

And vice versa.

Yeah, she offered to show me Paris.

Well, that's great.

Unfortunately, there's only room for two
in her limousine.

Yeah, remember, you're here to recuperate.

Don't strain yourself.

I'll do my best.

Why don't you two head on
down to Saint -Tropez, and

I'll catch up with you in
Paris in a couple of days, huh?

All right!

That sounds great!

Then you do know this Colt Stevens?

Our paths crossed once before.

There won't be enough crowd at the press
conference.

He'll recognize you.

Well, then we'll have to arrange a special
welcome for him, won't we?

I love Paris.

Why, oh, why do I love Paris?

Because my love is near.

Mr. Savers!

Mr. Savers, I'm Barbara Huntley.

I have a cab waiting for you.

Pleasure to meet you, but who are you?

I'm Dr. Thompson's other executive
assistant.

I'll be taking you to the hotel.

Where's Penelope?

We have to work you in tandem in case one
of us is spotted.

Am I to be your boyfriend, too?

It's not part of your cover.

But who knows?

Did Penelope fill you in on everything?

Everything but you.

And where my suitcases are.

Well, I'm self-explanatory,
and the airlines

are sending your baggage
straight to the hotel.

Have you ever been to Paris before,
Mr. Savers?

Oh, yeah, twice.

On movies.

Oh, that's right.

You're a stuntman.

Yeah.

Might I have seen any of these pictures?

Sure, they're very popular.

So you're famous?

Yeah, everything but my face.

Where the heck is he going?

These doors are locked from the outside.

Why would he want to do that?

To make sure we stay inside.

Come on, let's get out of here.

You okay?

Are you?

That was just my elbow.

One spot that didn't hurt.

You get back to the hotel and meet
Penelope.

I've got to report this to our people.

You're certain the driver wasn't Winston?

No, it wasn't.

Inspector, I'd prefer it if the attack
wasn't mentioned to Dr. Thompson.

I don't want him upset.

Yes, I understand.

He should be arriving any minute.

I've dispatched two officers to meet him
at the airport and drive him to his hotel.

They will accompany him during his stay in
Paris.

He's not going to be happy about all the
security.

Orders from my superiors.

Monsieur, mademoiselle.

Good day to you.

Merci.

Colt, try to relax.

He can't relax.

Winston just tried to k*ll us.

Well, I am sorry about all this.

I wasn't aware I was putting your life in
danger.

Your life is in danger, too.

I don't care about mine.

That's where we differ.

I care a lot about mine.

Sievers in Paris changes everything.

He'll be taken care of.

Like he was in the taxi?

He was lucky.

Yes, well, I admire a man with luck.

He usually makes his own.

And Sievers has an uncanny knack for being
lucky.

As long as you lay low, there's nothing
you can do.

My problem is going to be at the press
conference.

I have to be in the open to get to
Thompson.

And with security limiting
the number of people around,

it's going to be easy for
Sievers to recognize me.

I'll make sure he doesn't get the chance.

No.

This time, I'll handle it myself.

Who are you looking for?

A new одним?

This time, I want to see you.

Ah!

I see!

Wonderful!

So, who are you looking for?

A heavy truck driver.

See, I don't know how I can find him.

And the driver?

He's a good guy.

Yeah, well, there's
always a man with a lot of

kind, and someone who's
got a lot of hard work.

Can I at least look at him?

That's all.

All right.

Right.

Room 308.

Uh-huh.

Howie!

I thought you were gonna come with me to
the beach.

Well, sorry, I was
until I discovered this

terrific little museum
on the route of Korbel.

We are in the greatest
playground of the Western world

and you want to keep
yourself cooped up in museums.

Jody, I was cooped up and I was cooped up
with Manet and Matisse and Rodin.

It was the greatest thrill of my life,
Jody.

Wait a minute.

Listen to me.

Let me tell you something.

Once you go to these beaches you'll
discover you never need tan lines again.

And then you tell me about thrills.

Jody, Jody.

One day you're gonna realize that you
missed the best that France has to offer.

Why?

Did I pick the wrong date tonight?

Thanks, Barbara.

You stay there.

I'll handle things here.

I'll be in touch as soon as necessary.

You shouldn't be here any minute.

How long you worked with Dr. Tubbs?

Six years.

After I graduated from law school,
I couldn't decide what I wanted to do.

Probably one of those who had to have a
cause.

And I found it with Dr. Thompson.

Imagine he has that effect on a lot of
people.

He happens to be a great, great man with a
dream of peace.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't be the first
who died trying to achieve it.

That's why I have you here, Mr. Severs.

To make sure it couldn't happen.

Those are magnificent legs.

These?

Perfectly turned.

Gosh, I thought you never noticed.

Who could help but notice these little
devils?

Nobody ever called them that before.

One bite, and you'd have to.

Hey, don't get sick.

I'm sick.

I thrive on this.

If you're so into French food,
why do you always eat in your room?

Because I can savor every little bite
without any distractions.

You really do enjoy yourself, don't you?

Well, to each his own.

Tonight I'm going dancing, and tomorrow
I'm going out to shopping.

Listen, there are a couple of museums I
haven't visited yet.

If you want to meet me
at the park at about 11

o'clock, I'll introduce
you to the great masters.

I can guarantee you a religious
experience.

Sorry, Harry.

To me, shopping is a religious experience.

It's Dr. Thompson.

Quick!

We're going to pretend we're lovers.

We have to make it look real.

I think that I may be interrupting.

Interrupting?

No, of course not.

How was your flight?

Oh, fine, fine.

Thank you.

Are you going to introduce me?

Sorry.

Colt Seavers, my, um, traveling companion.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Thompson.

Penelope's told me a lot about you.

Are you all right?

It's just the jet lag.

It upsets my entire system.

Did you take your medication?

Does she mother you like this too,
Mr. Seavers?

Well, every chance she gets.

Just the other night.

Now, you two boys can stop comparing notes
right now.

I'll leave you two alone.

It's a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Seavers.

My pleasure, Dr. Seavers.

I thought you were in pain.

It's just something about being in your
arms that's quite soothing.

Try that again and I'll knock you flatter
than a French creep.

Wait a minute.

You jump me first.

That was purely for effect.

Well, it worked.

It affected me.

Well, it's true, being a
stuntman is violent work,

but God, I still admire
you and your beach work.

Thank you.

I must admit I do enjoy a good high-speed
car chase with a few crack-ups.

That's a great catharsis.

You must be a very brave man to risk your
neck like that.

I still think you're far braver.

Why?

Because I want to change the world?

It's not because I'm brave.

It's because I'm absolutely terrified of
this world we live in.

Dr. Thomas, do you mind if I ask you a
question?

Not at all.

As long as it's not philosophical.

I only answer those questions at my press
conferences.

I leave philosophy to my partner.

Why is it you go to such great lengths to
avoid security?

I'm a pacifist.

I feel obliged to practice what I preach.

But you allowed those two guards.

I had no choice.

They were assigned to me to serve a time.

Joe, a man in your position, a bodyguard
acts as a deterrent.

Not having them invites violence.

You're very perceptive.

And slightly dishonest.

Dishonest?

Yes, you told me I didn't have to worry
about you being philosophical.

Yeah, I guess I did.

Here's Barbara to pick me up now.

It's Winston!

Your backup plan worked.

Sievers is on your tail.

Right.

What happened?

You're bleeding.

Yeah, Winston took a shot at us.

Is Dr. Thompson alright?

He's fine.

He's with the two French guards.

You took the b*llet for him?

Yeah, but I'm not so sure Winston wasn't
aiming at me.

Does he hate you that much?

I don't know, but Thompson has to be his
first priority.

Is

there anything more I can do?

Yeah, I hope we have better luck with this
taxi than we did with the last.

And

one that knows where he's going.

I take that back about him driving like a
pro.

Thank God it's over.

How could you and Barbara do this to me?

You're my assistants.

You had absolutely no right.

Colt was just following instructions.

It's my life and I did not ask for extra
protection.

No, you didn't.

We did.

Mr. Sievers, it's been good knowing you.

But your job is done.

Good luck, Doctor.

You're gonna need all you can get.

I've never seen you like this before.

They're not dead.

You're alive.

Thank God.

The crash, the car crash.

Small irony.

I used a stuntman's trick.

I rolled out of the door before the car
hit.

I want Sievers to believe I'm dead.

But you could have k*lled him.

That was the idea.

But we agreed that no one else would be
hurt.

Sievers is the only person that stands in
the way of our plan.

I want you to give me
your absolute assurance

that you'll make no
further efforts to k*ll him.

Otherwise, our agreement is ended.

You have my word.

The only one I want you to k*ll is me.

Or the whole world to see.

Well?

What do you think?

Well, it's nice.

I think it's a waste of time to go
shopping when there's so much to see.

Howie, I'm sick of the museums and the
tombs.

I want some excitement.

Excitement?

You want to talk excitement?

I just toured two of the oldest castles in
Europe.

In the dungeons, you could almost feel the
suffering.

Whose?

Yours or theirs?

Maybe there's a disco around here.

Well, wait a minute.

I thought we'd go to the opera.

I got two tickets.

Howie, I hate that stuff where the fat
lady sings.

Jody, the opera entwines art and drama and
music.

It's the apotheosis of theater.

It's more of the best that France has to
offer.

You can smell it.

There's art in the air here.

So is romance.

Jody, I got here as soon as I could.

Came to Paris to get a little R&R.

What did I get?

B&B, bruised and battered.

Colt, if Winston's still alive,
who's the body in the car?

Winston never had a problem digging up
corpses.

If I was Winston, I'd stay in the shadows
till I made my move.

Especially if you can identify him.

Why risk blowing it all?

Because his whole plan must rely on
k*lling Thompson in front of the press.

On the other hand, he can't afford to have
me identify him.

What's Thompson's schedule before the
press conference?

He'll be in his room rehearsing his
speech.

The only thing he has planned for the
entire trip is the press conference.

And the whole world will be listening and
watching.

But even if no one knows what Winston
looks like, he won't get into the studio.

There'll be too much security,
right?

Winston will find a way.

Whoever hired him must want to k*ll
Thompson pretty bad to go to his extreme.

Then they're going about it all wrong.

He'll have died fighting the very means of
his own death.

Terrorism.

His cause will be made stronger and he'll
be made a martyr.

Yep.

He took the words right out of my mouth.

I'm sure you'll be satisfied with my
words.

It's not very heavy.

How much expl*sive force does it have?

The anti casing is molded and detonated.

It could blow a hole in the ground three
feet deep and fifty feet around.

Once you push the button, the frequency
locks in and the b*mb goes puff.

The walkie talkie is set on a prearranged
frequency.

It will only explode if you do command.

But you must be within thirty feet.

There won't be much left of whoever is
holding the walkie talkie.

Would I be out of line asking who the guy
was?

No.

Not at all.

He's someone who works for me.

I don't like to leave people around who
can identify me.

You can understand that.

In your line of work, I'd say that was a
wise decision.

Au revoir.

Adieu.

Give me two minutes, that's all.

I've put the pieces of the puzzle
together.

You want to die a hero for your own cause.

What I want to know is why.

I have terminal cancer.

To think you were an artist in a smile
this afternoon.

The paintings were beautiful.

But you're even more so.

Magnificent.

You're making me mad.

Must be the fire you've kindled inside me.

So have you.

How long you got?

General consensus is a few months.

How?

I know that you find this difficult to
understand.

But my death will be my final statement.

Statement?

Hell, that's suicide.

Yes, but it will unite my cause.

It's ironic, isn't it?

But the man who represents
everything that I have fought

against my entire life will
benefit my cause the most.

But you're wrong.

It will only be temporary.

Someday your followers will find out what
happened.

They'll feel betrayed by you.

No one will ever find out.

And no one else will be hurt.

Winston has given me his word.

Winston's word doesn't mean a thing.

He's a hired k*ller with an ego.

He wants everybody to know his dirty work.

Dirty or clean, he will help my cause.

That's what all martyrs want to believe.

I might be old-fashioned,
but I think it's better to

live and fight for a cause
than it is to die for one.

Yes.

But I'm running out of time.

Thompson, we're all running out of time.

But nobody has the right to decide when
that time is.

Not me.

Not you.

Nobody.

You

know, I'm feeling things that I've never
felt before.

So am I.

I really owe Howie an apology.

Howie?

He's a friend.

He tried to tell me about the beauty of
the opera, but I couldn't listen.

He sounds like a very sensitive man.

Oh, he is.

I mean, what could be
more romantic than two

people sharing a beautiful
experience like this?

They say it's a French man who is a
romantique.

Champagne.

How can Dr. Thompson's life be threatened
by a man we both know is dead?

He's not dead.

Can you prove it?

No.

You're just gonna have to trust me.

Why didn't you come to us earlier?

Look, I couldn't take the chance.

I believe there's a traitor in your
department.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

Perhaps.

But, Inspector Vermont,
I want you to give

Monsieur Sivers anything
he needs, just in case.

This is absurd.

We're taking men away from where they're
badly needed.

That is an order.

In that case, you leave me no choice.

Sivers was right.

Winston did not die in that crash.

It must have been the cab driver who
failed to k*ll me in that tax expl*si*n.

Winston said you were smart.

Smart enough to know that Winston doesn't
leave anyone around to identify him.

He did you.

Yeah, but look at the trouble I've caused
him.

If I were you, I'd be worried.

For me, it's different.

He needs someone in my position.

Only for the moment.

He shot the Inspector.

He's lying.

Sorry about this, but Dr. Thompson can't
afford to have me locked up.

See that he gets medical attention right
away.

We've got to understand.

We've got to stop Winston.

Go to the top.

Go above Vermont.

It's a matter of life and death.

Dr. Thompson's life or death.

You've got nothing to lose.

Trust me.

Please.

I don't understand.

Do you speak French?

Here's a walkie-talkie.

I want you to use it.

I have one already.

Not on this frequency.

This way we can communicate without being
picked up on the other sets.

Good idea.

About Inspector Dante.

He was in surgery.

I couldn't get to him to finish the job.

They don't expect him to pull through.

What about Seavers?

He's being held in a precinct jail.

I can have him transferred.

No.

Move him.

He might escape.

I want to know exactly where he is.

I'll take care of him later.

Colt, I came as soon as I heard.

Miss Penelope didn't want to get her hands
dirty.

Dr. Thompson sent her to Tel Aviv to
monitor some very delicate negotiations.

That figures.

Colt, why did you do this?

I didn't.

I was framed.

You've got to get me out of here.

I've already tried.

They won't post bail.

sh**ting a cop is too serious a charge.

I was lucky they let me in to see you.

You've got to go back to the hotel.

Stop Dr. Thompson from going to that press
conference.

It's too late.

He's already on his way.

Inspector Vermont arranged to have him
picked up.

He shot Dante.

He's working with Winston.

If only you could do something.

Did you bring a g*n?

No.

Why?

To get me out of here.

That's crazy.

Look, if you value Dr. Thompson's life,
you're going to have to help me.

We're going to do it the old-fashioned
way.

We're going to rip out some bars.

We're going to do what?

Just find me a pickup truck and some heavy
chains.

That's insane.

Insane times call for insane actions.

Where am I going to find a truck and
chains?

Use your ingenuity.

I don't know.

Just find one.

Be back here in ten minutes.

Dr. Thompson's peace efforts among the
northern Saharan principalities have led

to harmony in this violent area of the
world.

It has taken a long time.

Ten years of work and sacrifice to bring
peace to this region.

But he has done it.

It is an extraordinary achievement by an
extraordinary man.

Dr. Thompson's car is now arriving.

The security here today is indeed tight.

The Serté is in charge, headed by
Inspector Vermont.

The answers to all your questions have
given him a prepared speech in the studio.

Thank you very much.

Now he is staying in close communication
with the gendarmes that are guarding Dr.

Thompson and his entourage as they are
making an entrance into the broadcast studio.

As you can see, the press is determined to
get a statement.

Serté is doing everything he can to keep
the way clear.

But I'm afraid the crush
from the reporters from all

over the world are impeding
his entrance into the studio.

Not exactly.

I couldn't find a pickup truck.

What did you get?

That.

A bread truck?

Well, it'll work, won't it?

I put the chain through the truck the best
I could.

I hope it holds.

Come on, let's get on with it.

There's somebody trying to break in.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

Let's go.

A bread truck?

Talk about ungrateful.

Here comes Dr. Thompson now.

Maybe we can get a statement.

Dr. Thompson, a word about your peace
initiative.

Well, I'm afraid security here is blocking
our way.

Apparently they want
Dr. Thompson to be seated safely

inside before they allow
the rest of the press to enter.

As we noted earlier, security here is the
tightest in recent history since the rumor

that an assassination attempt is going to
take place.

The only ones allowed at this conference
are those absolutely necessary to man the

television equipment and
the heads of a few peace

organizations that are closely
allied with Dr. Thompson.

Looks like it will be acceptable.

A small change in plans.

I want you to get as close as possible to
Dr. Thompson.

It'll give everybody a feeling of
security.

Very good.

The police are everywhere.

There's no possibility that an assassin
could get near to him.

I can get us through security.

Let's go.

You gotta get closer to Thompson.

All right.

Just do it!

All right.

There's Winston.

His g*n's still in his holster.

He wouldn't use a g*n.

He'd never get away.

Then how?

Vermont is hell.

He'd never get away either.

Winston doesn't want him to.

He wants him to take the fall.

Walkie-talkie must be a b*mb.

Winston's got the trigger.

That would k*ll Vermont, too.

That figures.

He's Winston's only witness.

Somebody is running right at Dr. Thompson.

There's a struggle going on right in front
of Dr. Thompson.

Get out of the b*mb!

It's all over, Winston.

That's what you said last time,
Stevens.

I'll be back.

I swear it.

I'll be back.

I swear it.

Come on.

You were wonderful!

It's a special bulletin from the Paris
hospital.

It says here that Inspector Dante has
survived his wounds and has implicated

Inspector Vermont as an accomplice to the
notorious k*ller known as Winston.

Apparently, Winston is the person who has
made an attempt on the life of Dr.

Thompson.

Colt, I can't thank you enough.

Don't shake my hand.

You gave me back something I thought I'd
lost.

What's that?

The belief in my continuing this struggle.

However long that may take.

Here we go.

To France!

Vive la France!

Colt, we don't know how we can thank you.

As long as it isn't physical, I'll accept
anything.

That's a switch.

How were the beaches?

They were great.

Uninhibited bodies basking under the
Mediterranean sun.

Oh, natural.

Kidding.

No tan lines for me this year,
Colt.

I thought Jody would be the one at the
beaches.

I thought you'd be at the museum or the
opera.

Oh, they were wonderful.

The opera?

Do you know that Van Gogh
painted some of his most famous

works while he was under
medication in a mental ward?

And of course, La Boheme was magic.

It's really magic for me.

Ah, Renée, she was beautiful.

Must be something in the water.

What do you mean?

Some kind of role reversal going on here.

I just managed to do it all.

Me too.

By the way, did you hear Dr. Thompson's
speech on the news?

Well, I didn't have time to watch the
news.

Too busy partying, right?

Yeah.

I'll tell you, it was the most moving
speech I've ever heard.

Oh, do you know on the
follow-up report they said

there was an assassination
attempt on his life?

But that some unknown person saved the
day.

Can you imagine that?

Three of us were having a great time.

Some unsung hero does such a great thing
for humanity.

So unselfish.

Yeah, that was very, very, very unselfish
of him to do that.

Him?

Nobody said it was a him.

Some humanitarian you'd make.

I bet Dr. Thompson would have a word or
two to say about that.