Hart to Hart

May I help you?

Jonathan hart.

He's not in at the moment. I'll call you back.

Jonathan hart.

Sir...

Mr. Hart doesn't see anybody without an appointment.

Jonathan hart.

Werther: Hey, Jonathan.Mr. Werther, please.

It's all right, Ms. Dollins. This is Mr. Jonathan hart.

Thank you very much.Oh...

Oh, my god!

Want to sit here?

No, I want you to sit there.

Well, sorry. I'm late again.

Your board of directorssends their warmest regards.

Jonathan: Busy day? Not bad.

But you might want to look at our current financial statement

compared to last quarter.

We're up 8.7%.

If it hadn't have been forthe coal strike, 9, maybe 10.

Say, Marcus, there's a fellowcalled Charles bidwell.

He's the head of our electronic division.

He is doin' a terrific joband I thinkhe deserves a raise.

You know, you floor me, Jonathan.

Jonathan: Yeah? How's that?

I didn't know that you took the time

to read everything I send you.

I don't mind the reading now.

It's just the writing it outi can't stand.

When are you going to come back

and take over full time, Jonathan?

You'd be amazed at our growth. I mean, with onlyhalf your interest...

Well, like the man said, to make $5 into $10 is impossible.

But to make $5 million into $10 million, that is inevitable.

It's not quitethat automatic with allcompanies.

That's why I put you in that chair.

It fits you. You belong in it.

I appreciate that, Jonathan. But I miss you.

Take it easy.

See you.

It's him. He's here. It's him.

Hello, Mr. Hart.

How long have you been my secretary?

A little over a month.

Do you like it here?

It's okay.

Are you doing a good job?

Yeah. Fine.

Keep it up.

Mail's on the table, Mr. H.

Thanks, Max. Hey, freeway.

It's me, old fellow.

It's me, old boy. Good dog.

That's for you, Max. Sit down.

Oh, lt. Moss calledto say thanks.

Well, they found the missing Rembrandt?

Right where you left it for him, Mr. H.

Hm?

It's from Mrs. Hart.

All the wayfrom Paris, France.

My wife is sending you telegrams?

Max, is there somethingi should know?

Yes. You should know that the 10th is her mother's birthday.

She thought you might liketo take her to dinner.

And then she said she missed me, right?

No. Then she says

I shouldn't forget to take the d-o-g

down to the v-e-t for his s-h-o-t.

Max, you don't really thinkthat he can...

And then she saidshe missed me, right?

No. Then she says she's flying to monte Carlo tonight for a party.

She'll call you in the morning.

And that's it?

No. Then she says "stop."

She really is something.

I sure did luck outwhen I married her,

you know that, Max?

Well, knowing Mrs. Hart, she ought to be calling meany minute now.

Knowing Mrs. Hart, she'll still be at the party.

I think it needs a little something, Max.

B-o-n-e.

Have we got 7 for the game tonight?

All the regulars. Excepting Mrs. Hart, of course.

Oh, and Sam Roberts called.

Said he's out of town,

but he'll try to make it back in time.

Well, have you ever known Sam Roberts

to miss a poker game?

Now, let's not forget our golden goose

magnesium pellets, Mr. Roberts.

Twice a day. And in one month

that bald spot up therewill begin to look likethe forest primeval.

You two have beenso wonderful to me.

I don't knowhow I can ever repay you.

On the contrary, Mr. Roberts.

Just one look at the expression on your face

makes us realize that we are the ones who have profited.

Good-bye.bye.

Good-bye.

A quick sauna bath before bedtime, mouse?

What a delicious idea, bunny.

20. I fold.20, huh?

That's right.Huh.

What's that on top?

Pastrami.

Lean? Like twiggy, lieutenant.

All right.

All right, call.

What's Jennifer writing these days?

She's in europedoing a series of articles onthe nature of macho.

I'm afraid when she finds out what it is, she'll divorce me.

Come on, come on, Max, hands per hour.

I do believe you're blushing, Max.

Up 50.

Fold.

Too rich for me.

I'll get it.

It's probably Sam.

Will you tell himto get his fannyover here?

We need another loser.

Your Butler is killing us.

Hello. Dorothy.

Will you untie that compulsivegambler husband of yours

and tell him to...

Max, when was the last time you lied to the police?

When I told you the pastrami was lean, lieutenant.

50? All right.

I call that.

Three queens.

I got three Jacks.

And two sixes.

I'll be right over.

So what's Sam's problem?

He's dead.

Thank you, Jonathan.

For what?

Sorry, Jonathan. Do you want a drink?

Sure. How about that one?

It's lousy, you know?

Really lousy.

I mean, god made a very big mistake this time.

A very big mistake. And don't tell me not to feel sorry for myself.

I have a perfect right to.

A man gets killed on the way back from a health farm.

Can you beat it?

Health farm. He...

Oh, no. Oh, please, no.

Hang on, Dorothy.

Hang on.

You got a bigger familythan you know.

No.

Why a health farm?

What would Sam needwith a health farm?

Wouldn't tell me.

And last few weeks, he wouldn't tell me anything.

But he was troubled, Jonathan.

Deeply troubled about something.

He started seeing an analyst.

An analyst? Sam?

He got so... so moody all of a sudden.

Jumpy and irritable.

Said he was going away for a few days.

I asked him whyand he nearly bit my head off.

What was the analyst's name?

Did he tell youthe name of the doctor?

Uh...

Beck.

Uh, me...

Metz. Dr. Metz.

Would you like me to stay?

Thanks, no.

I'll be all right, Jonathan.

When does jenniferget back from France?

As soon as she hears about this.

Sam loved you very much, you know?

You were his dearand trusted friend.

That's why it smells.

Because he never mentioned a word

about the doctor, the health farm, any of it.

Maybe god didn't make a mistake.

Maybe Sam did.

What have I got here, group therapy?

Dr. Metz: Who are you? What do you want?

Oh, I'm sorry, doctor. I misunderstood.

I don't knowwhy I'm saying this to you,

but I suppose I look like a fool.

Get out.

Shouldn't she be in school?

Regression to childhoodis an essential partof primal therapy

if it's any of your business. Now what is all this about?

A patient of yours, doctor. Sam Roberts.

Roberts?

Oh. Yes. Of course.

Forgive me. It's been a rather hectic day.

Well, I'm rather a busy man myself, doctor,

so I'll get right to the point.

Why would Sam Roberts want to kill himself?

Oh, I wasn't aware that he had.

I'm sure I'd have no idea.

What went on in there with him?