Hart to Hart (1979–1984): Season 2, Episode 18 - Operation Murder - full transcript

Did Jennifer's concussion cause her to hallucinate a patient being murdered?


NARRATOR: This is my boss,
Jonathan Hart, a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.

She's one lady who knows
how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them,

which ain't easy,

'cause when they
met, it was murder.




No, no, no, you've
got it all wrong.

I remember it distinctly.
It was our second date.

No, it was the
second time we met.

Yeah, but, uh, that's the point.

I took you kite flying.


You wanted to go sailing.

I told you to go fly
a kite. [CHUCKLES]

Then I said, "Terrific.
Why don't we?"

But you didn't know
how to fly a kite.

Wait a minute. Remember me?

I am a pilot.

I know you are, darling.

And you know all about jets,
but you don't know about kites.

You couldn't put it together.

You didn't even know
where the string went.

And I did that.

That's right, I didn't.

But we had a good
time, didn't we?


And we had a third date.

[CHUCKLING] We sure did.


Pilot to copilot, are
we ready for liftoff?

Yes, we are.


You just hold that.


Hey, watch out for the can!



Darling. Are you okay? [GROANS]

Darling, are you all right?

Did you get the
number of that bus?

Let me help you up.

Sit up. [GROANS]

It's a lucky thing I
have a strong head.

What happened to the kite?

Oh, let's don't
worry about the kite.

Come on, let me help you up.



You okay?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Let's go back to the car.

Come on, Freeway.




I think I conked my head

a little harder than I imagined.

Let me feel that, darling.

You did.

I'm gonna take
you to the hospital

to get a second
onion. No, darling.

Can't we just go home
and call Dr. Siegler?

I think we better
check that bump out.

I can call Dr. Siegler
from there. Come on.


Come here.



Oh, darling, I-I
feel much better.

Why don't we just go home.

I'll tell you what,
I'll get into bed,

and you play doctor.

I don't like hospitals.

Darling, sit down,
will you, please?

Just relax

and let me find
out what's going on.

Okay, Harris. Take your break.

Are you're in charge here?

Yes. What can I do for you?

Well, uh, my wife, uh,
had a fall in the park,

and, uh, hit her head.

I'd like to get her examined.

Well, you'll have to
out all these forms.

Hospital rules.

Now, you print by
hand, uh, one through 35.

Print legibly.

Last name first.
You know the routine.

Your name is Tannen?


Uh, that's German, isn't it,

for a herb or a flower?

[STERNLY] Austrian.

Fir needle.

And you still have
to do the paperwork.

Physical Therapy on 214.


Well, what do you think, doctor?

I think your wife has
lovely eyes, Mr. Hart.

[SIGHING] Oh-ho.

There's nothing serious here.

You've got a minor concussion.

That sounds awful.

Oh, you're gonna
have a headache,

perhaps a little nausea.

That'll be the worst of it.

I prefer you check
in at the hospital,

so I can keep an eye on you.

Whatever happened
to "take two aspirin

and call me in the morning"?

Well, I think it's better

if, uh, you spend the
night in the hospital.

I'll call on you in the morning.

Well, if you put it that way.

It's for the best, Mrs. Hart.

That way, we'll be
absolutely certain.

So why don't you settle in.

I'll be back to see you later.

Thanks very much, doctor.


The doctor's right, you know.

No, no, no.

You do have beautiful eyes.


Well, the sparkle's back in
them, so why don't we go home.

Not tonight. You got a headache.


It's room 207, Mrs. Hart.

Straight ahead,
second door on the right.

Jan, would you take
over here, please?

Just a minute, Mr. Hart.

There seem to be a few
problems on form 10023.

I'll be with you in a moment.

I'm just gonna
check out your room.

I'll be right back.


Here, let me help you.

Please, lady. I'll do it myself.


Yeah, well, I mean,
if I've gotta get used

to this thing, I might
as well do it now.

Thanks anyway.

All right.

You know, maybe you should
see to your wife, Mr. Hart.

After all, this is
just paperwork.

You could make her
more comfortable.

I'm not finished yet.

I'll finish it.


I think this is a classic case

of the inmates
running the asylum.

How you doing?

Okay. Would you just
tie this thing in the back?

I think whoever
designed these things

had to be sick when
they got their inspiration.

Maybe they made
it with you in mind.

Darling, why don't you
see if they have a room

with a double bed.

I already checked that out,
And there's none available.

Aw. Come on. Hop in.

[SIGHING] Oh, dear.

Well, at least you
get to go home

and sleep in our bed.

Well, it won't be the
same without you.


Because Freeway
always hogs the blankets.



Oh, e-excuse me. WOMAN
[OVER PA]: Visiting hours

will be over in...
I'm sorry, Mrs. Hart.

Visiting hours are over.

You'll have to say goodbye.


You get some rest,

and I'll be back to see you

first thing in the morning.



You gonna be all right?

Don't worry.

Somehow, Max and I
will manage without you.

Bye. Bye.

Is, uh, Max your little boy?

[CHUCKLES] Come to think of it,

sometimes he acts as if he is.


Dr. Kellin ordered this.

Oh, I-I don't think I
really want to go to sleep.

I just stopped by to see how
everything is going, Mrs. Hart.

Oh, very well. Thank you.

I'll take over now. Okay.

I don't think I
really need this.


Yeah, but I don't
really... Doctor's orders.


That's a good girl.

Uh, could you move that
telephone over a little closer?

I'm sorry. The
phone is out of order.

Now, you just have a nice rest.

And if you need anything,

you just push this button.

I'll check on you later.







Dr. Richfield, call extension 1626.

Dr. Richfield, call
extension 1626.


What's going on?





You were taking a risk,

strolling around
here last night.

But you haven't done
any further damage,

so I'm gonna release you.

But I want you to promise
me that you're gonna go home

and relax for a few days.


How can I relax after what
happened here last night?

Mrs. Hart, you had an accident.

If what I'm saying
is so far-fetched,

why don't we just walk over
to room 203 and have a look?

Didn't you hear
the doctor tell you?

There has been no
patient in room 203.

For the last half-hour,

I've been listening to
an awful lot of things

you both have been saying.

Hi. Darling, thank
God you're here.

What's wrong?

What's wrong is that last night

I saw a nurse smother
a patient in room 203,

and they won't believe me.

Mr. Hart, uh,
yesterday your wife

had a minor shock to her head.

Now, that, combined with
the sedatives I've prescribed,

hallucinations aren't uncommon.


I saw the man in that room.

He was in a wheelchair.
He had a bald head.

I saw that man.

So did you.

Sure, I did.

Only he went in 204, not 203.

They won't even let
me near room 203.

Nobody's stopping
you, Mrs. Hart.

That's not what you said
before my husband got here.

I came out here to find
a telephone that worked.

There was no one on the floor.

There was a four-car
accident last night.

We had three emergencies.

Anyway, I went down
to the nurses' station.

And then I saw light flashing.

I looked over here,
at the door and...


Well, there was a light up here.

There was.

And it was flashing.

I thought someone
might need my help,

and so I opened it.


It really was a
hospital room, I swear.

Mrs. Hart, I have no
doubt it seemed real to you.

What you really need to now
is go home and get some rest.

I believe you, darling.

Come on, let's go.

I'll get my things.

She'll be all right.

Given her experience last night,

she'll be better off
away from the hospital.

You'll have to check
out now, Mr. Hart.


It's really not like
Jennifer to imagine things.

It's not every day she
gets a crack on the head

and a heavy dose of barbiturate.

Your wife had a nightmare,
Mr. Hart, but that's all.

I'm gonna be in
305, if you need me.

Goodbye, Mr. Hart.

Mr. Hart,

there is an entire
section missing,

from line 25 to 32.

You'll have to fill the whole
thing out from the beginning.

You really know how to get
on my right side, don't you?



Ah, well, uh, are you...?

Uh, is this, uh, Miss
Kalinsky's room?

No. What room
were you looking for?

Uh, 307.

Oh, that's upstairs.
This is 207.

Oh, ah, I'm sorry.
Excuse me. It's all right.

Well, uh... Uh, I'm sorry again.

That's all right.
Have a good day.

Bye. Bye.

Oh, boy.

I sure am gonna miss this place.

physical therapist please report...

Max has got a big
surprise for you.

Oh, yes?

And Freeway's
missed you like crazy.

Well, I've missed the
both of them both too.



Mrs. Hart's going
to be a problem.

I thought she might.

Freeway! Freeway!
Come here, baby.

Ohhh, baby. [BARKING]


Did you miss me, huh?

Did daddy take care of
you when I was away?

Mrs. H, it's wonderful
to have you back.


I'll bet he's glad too. Mm.

Tonight he won't
be kicked out of bed

for hogging the blankets.

Do I smell something?

Is that what I think it is?

We knew you were
coming, so we baked a cake.

Devil's food.

Oh, I guess I have to
check into the hospital

before I get
treatment like this.


Oh, delicious.

Oh, don't touch it.

It ain't quite done yet.

It's sort of half-baked.

Well, while it's getting ready,

I think I'll do the same.

And speaking of half-baked,

Stanley Friesen called.

He said he's having
trouble with the A & L deal.

Here, this is for you.
He says it's important.


No, no, come with me, Freeway.

Come on.

What are you barking about?


What have you got
outside the window?

[BARKS] All right.



Jonathan, come quickly!

What's the matter, darling?

There's a man out there.

Max, take a look around,

will you, please?
Sure thing, Mr. H.


Well, there was somebody
there. I swear to you.

He was looking at me.

It was the man that came into
my hospital room before we left.

I didn't mention it to you
because he said something

about it being the
wrong room or something.

But it was him. He's
followed us home.

Don't worry about it, darling.

Max will take care of it.

You don't believe a
thing I said, do you?

Of course, I do.

No, you don't.

Yes, I do.

No, you don't.

You're only humoring me.


I don't know why you
should believe me.

First I see a murder
in a hospital room,

and I find out there's no murder

and there's not
even a hospital room.

And now this.

Darling, will you calm down?

I'm trying to understand.

I just haven't
seen anything yet.

But you have seen it,

and that's all that counts.


All clear, Mr. H.

MAX: Are you okay, Mrs. H?

There really isn't
anybody out there.


Maybe I'm just tired, Max.

Thanks for looking.


Maybe I, uh... I
should just go to bed.

Now, that's a good idea.

After you get some rest,

I'll treat you to a first-class,
home-cooked dinner.

I'm sure Mr. Cowan will sleep
through the rest of the night.


I think you should do the same.

Oh, I could use it. Yeah.

I'll see you tomorrow, doctor.

All right. Good
night. Good night.



MAN: Close the door,
doctor. We have to talk.


Is this what you call a
first-class, home-cooked dinner?

Well, darling, Pierre
does live in the back.


Mr. Hart. Oh, Henri.

The dinner was marvelous.
Thank you very much.

Merci, monsieur. Merci.

Uh, you have a telephone call.

Oh, could you take
a message for me?

They say it was urgent.


Will you excuse me for a
moment? That's all right.

I'll go visit the
ladies' room. Oh.

HENRI: Did you enjoy your wine?



Thank you very much, Henri.
I put your service on there.

Thank you. That was
Stanley on the phone.

They're having trouble
closing on the A & L deal.

He's up to his ears
in problems. [SIGHS]

Are you all right?


I'd like to go home, darling.

Is something wrong?

No. I just think I maybe
I overdid it a little bit.

Do you want to
finish your drink?

Okay. Come on,
I'll get the coats.


Put a candle in the window.

I'll be home as soon
as possible. Okay.

If you need anything,
even just to talk,

just call me. I will.

Take care. You too.

Good night, Max.

MAX: Take it easy, Mr. H.


The pièce de résistance.

Wait till you
taste this, Mrs. H.

I put some orange
flavor in the frosting.

Thanks, Max, but I...

I don't feel like
any. Not right now.

Not right now?

Mrs. H., I've seen you
eat devil's food cake

even after a 10-course meal.

I know. But I just don't
feel like any right now.

Max, do you think
I'm... stable mentally?

Mrs. H., you're absolutely
okay in my book.

Then why do I have this feeling

that no one's going to
believe anything I say?

I don't know what
you're talking about.


That's the problem.

I don't know what I'm
talking about either.

I have to find some way
of getting some proof.

All right. We both don't
know what we're talking about.

So where do we go from here?

Back to square one.

Are we going somewhere?

Uh, no. Uh... I am, Max.

If, uh... If Mr. H calls,

just tell him I've
gone for a ride.

Where you driving
to at this hour?

You sound like my mother.

I'm gonna go get some air.

Okay, Mrs. H.

Do I look like somebody's
mother to you?






Dr. Smith, call your office.

Dr. Smith, call your office.


So the bed should've...

The bed would have
been right about here.

Well, one vote for reality.

A room with bed and bath.


No, no!




Stop! Don't! Let me go!

I'm trying to save your life!

I'm a federal investigator.
My name is Thomas Crawford.


Is that the man?

You mean my hallucination?


Mrs. Hart, Mr. Hart.

Sorry you had to get
dragged into this whole thing.

That's a terrific sentiment,

but what do you mean by
dragged into the whole thing?

Well, I'm getting there.
Would you please take a seat?

Coffee? No, thank you.

I'll have a cup.

Cream? No, thanks.

Does the name Kenneth
Pander mean anything to you?

Well, yes. He was the
head of a syndicate.

Racing, gambling.

You name it.

If there was an illegal
buck to be made,

Pander couldn't be far behind.

I heard he disappeared
a couple of months ago.

Went out to do some shopping,

nobody's seen him
since. Is that right?

Except for federal agents.

See, we arranged
his disappearance,

he had turned a federal witness,

and based on his testimony,

we were about a month away

from a roundup of
syndicate leaders.

Obviously, someone
got a line on us.

Pander was murdered
two nights ago

in room 203 at
Community Hospital.

The murder your wife witnessed.


Why were you keeping a
federal witness in the hospital?

Originally, we had
him in a safe house,

but his angina
started acting up.

We didn't want to
risk a lot of attention,

so we figured Community Hospital
was far enough out of the way.

We, uh, figured wrong.

I think I'll have
that coffee after all.

What happened to his wheelchair?

The wheelchair was a cover.

His name is Ben Robertson.

He was supposed
to protect Pander.

Somebody should've
checked his references

a little more carefully.

Someone paid him to take a break

the night of the murder.

And, uh, he didn't
tell you who paid him.

[SCOFFS] Says he doesn't know.

The money was
just left at a drop.


So all we know is

that there is a murderer
running around loose,

and the only one
that can identify her

is my wife.

Oh, no, no, no. I can't. I...

It all happened so fast.

I couldn't recognize
her if I tripped over her.

Well, someone thinks you can.

That's why they paid
Robertson to take care of you.

Why didn't you tell me all this?

We had to cover up
the murder, Mrs. Hart.

I've got a 5-year
long investigation

with arrests only a month away.

I suppose Dr. Kellin
and Nurse Tannen

knew all about it too?

Yes, they cooperated with us.


Look, I'm sorry. I know
how you must've felt.

JENNIFER: Oh, that's terrific.

You're sorry, I'm almost dead,

and everybody thinks I'm crazy.

Mr. Hart didn't
think you were crazy.

He alerted half
the metro precinct.

It took us the whole day

to have them back off.



The murderer just eliminated

another one of his
loose ends, Mrs. Hart.

I'm afraid you're
next on the list.



Well, I think it's time

you gave us some
cooperation, Mr. Crawford.


You sure you're
all right about this?

We go back to the
hospital and we get my car.


You're sure you think
this plan is the best idea?

The best idea would've been
if none of this happened at all.

But under the circumstances,

yes, I think we'll
have an advantage.

Well, let's go get my car.


See you soon.

Look out!




Get a doctor, will you?
Get a stretcher out here.


It's all right, darling.

You're all right.

Will you take over, please?

Nurse, you could look
a little more interested.

But I'm very interested.

What are you doing
for dinner tonight?


You okay?

Fine, thanks, Mr. Hart.

Boy, that was some stunt.

Easy as rolling off a car.


Did you hear anything
about Mrs. Hart?

Mrs. Hart?


They brought her in
a couple of hours ago.

Some kind of accident
in the parking lot.

Hm. Really?

Is it serious?

Ha. How would I know?

I've been stuck behind
this desk since 7 a.m.

I'll see what I can find out.


JENNIFER: You sure
the killer is still in here?

It's our best bet.

Our people were
all over the place

the night of the
murder. They all say

there's been no
change in personnel.

Now, there's no
need for you to worry.

I'll be right next door, and
I'll have one of my best men

right in the room with you.

Now, Mr. Hart, from here on in,

why don't you play
the upset husband,

I'd prefer if you went
to the waiting room

and just stayed there.

Crawford, we agreed to this

as long as Jennifer's
safety was guaranteed.

I'd prefer to stay here
in the room with her.

Or would you like to
see an upset husband?


Who is it? WOMAN: Winston.

The exits and
entrances are covered.

I'm ready if you are.

Good. We're all set.

Oh, Mr. Hart, Mrs. Hart,

this is Nancy Winston.
She'll be in the room with you.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Glad to see you got
your best man on the job.



I'm sorry, but no one's
permitted to see Mrs. Hart.

And who are you supposed to be?

I'm Mrs. Hart's private nurse.

I see.

Nurse Hall, call your station.

I was just coming
to see Mrs. Hart.

You found out anything
about her condition?

Yeah. Wealthy.

She has a private
nurse attending to her.

How is she?

Well, she seems okay.

But your guess is
as good as mine.


Floor is now open.

Floor is now open.

Oh, hospital food.
Won't kill me, will it?


Mr. Crawford?




WOMAN [ON PA]: Dr. Smith,
report to Dr. Mars at Information.

Nurse Larkin, call...

Dr. Smith, call your office.


WOMAN [ON PA]: Nurse Webster,
report to Dr. Madison's surgery.

Nurse Webster, report
to Dr. Madison's surgery.

How you doing, John?

Not too bad, not
too bad, actually.

Dr. Diggory, call your office.



Okay, doctor? Sure, Gail.

We're ready for Mrs.
Steiner now, please.

Let's go on here.

John, you're gonna be sailing
to Catalina this weekend?

No. My brother-in-law
wants me to play racquetball.

Oh, fickle boy. [CHUCKLES]

I'll take your place.

You want it, you got it.

Here we are.


WOMAN [ON PA]: Dr. Mars,
please report to pictures.


Mrs. Steiner?


Now you just relax.



Don't worry.
Everything will be okay.

We're gonna put you
to sleep for a little while,

and when you wake up,

your heart's gonna
be as good as new.



Dr. Mitchville, check with surgery.

Dr. Mitchville, check
with surgery, please.


Just a few more
seconds, Mr. Hart,

and your wife's gonna
be asleep forever.

Just what the hell do
you think you're doing?

Are you the doctor
in charge? Yes.

You got the wrong woman.

You'd better be right,

or this woman could
die from heart failure.

She almost did, doctor.

She almost did.



What I don't understand

is why would Kellin would
carry out a mob execution?

It seems like the good doctor

was up to his stethoscope

in gambling debts.

Oh, I get it.

And the only way he could
clear himself with the mob,

was to kill Pander.

That's right. Only then,

the doctor had to scramble
to clean up the loose ends.


Well, he almost did that too.

How are you feeling?

Like I never want to
see another hospital.

Oh, no. You have to stay
here for one more night.

You know, you had a pretty
big dose of that anesthetic.


don't you remember
what happened last time

you left me alone in a hospital?

Who said anything
about leaving you alone?

Shove over.


Don't you think
this is a little small

for the two of us?

I've been in tighter spots.

You're not planning on
taking advantage of a woman

under the influence
of anesthetic, are you?

You're suggesting, are you,

that my bedside manner
is anything but honorable?

Well, it wasn't exactly

your bedside manner I
was concerned about.

It was your in-bed
manner I was thinking of.

Oh. I swear.

I swear on the Hippocratic oath.

Don't be so damn honorable.