All language subtitles for 20 - The Throwback

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm sure you are wondering
what I'm wearing.

It's the latest
thing I'm told, called a trampoline.

I do not intend to discuss
how I arrived here,

but I'm open to suggestions
for a way to get out.

As a costume,
it has severe limitations.

Fortunately, you won't have to sit there,
staring at me all evening.

We have a story for you,
it is called The Throwback.

But first we have this one minute tear
in the tapestry of television.

- Am I early?
- No, I'll be ready in just a minute.

- Oh... this is for you.
- Thank you.

- I better finish dressing.
- But, wait a minute.

Wait a minute, not so fast.

Elliot, please.

Now, you think I bring girls presents
for nothing, huh? For nothing?

We really should go.
It's almost 8 o'clock.

- What's the difference?
- What do you mean?

Well, to tell you the truth, I didn't
make any special plans for the night.

- You didn't?
- No.

I thought you might like a quiet evening
at home, for a change?

Could I have
two glasses?

Oh, come on, Enid.

For the two months we've known each
other, we've been rushing around

like every show was gonna close and
every restaurant run out of food.

Sorry you feel that way.

I didn't mean it like that.

It's just that you're always
hustling me out of here, now why?

I spend a lot of time in this apartment,
I just like to get out whenever I can.

No, it's more to it
than that.

And you know it.

Now, it's the weekend,
can't we relax on the weekend?

- Are we going out or aren't we?
- No, we're not going out.

Not until you tell me what's
wrong with staying home.

Wrong?

Why do you say that?

Well, I know it's wrong,
I'm not stupid.

There is a thing about this place,
now I can feel it.

And there's something wrong
with our dates.

All right, why can't I ever
see you on Saturday nights?

I told you, I'm busy Saturdays,
modeling.

Oh, you think I'd really buy
that story.

All right now, what is it?

Now, you tell me the truth.

Is there someone else?

Is there?

I thought maybe you'd
never ask me that.

- I was hoping you wouldn't.
- Well, I'm asking now, is this someone?

Yes, Elliot.

"Yes, Elliot."

His name is Cyril Hardeen,
a widower.

He's kind to me,
kind and gentle.

He's such a gentle man, Elliot,
you've no idea.

A widower, huh? And how old is this...
this gentle, gentle creature?

54.

- 54?
- Oh, but you mustn't think of him as old.

He's... well he's a wonderful person.

Yeah, he must be.

So that's why you're always
rushing me out of here?

That's why you would
never see me on Saturday?

- I was just a diversion.
- Oh, don't say that.

But it's true isn't it?
Your heart really belongs to daddy.

That's not the way it is.

Well, what was his pitch anyway,
a man his age?

Modeling jobs, your name in lights,
the movies, what was it?

- Well, what was it? Diamonds, furs...
- Stop it. Stop it, Elliot.

He loves me, that's the truth.

- He... he loves me very much.
- Well, congratulations and best of luck.

- I hope you're very happy.
- Well I'm not.

- I'm not.
- Why, tell me, tell Mr. Hardeen.

Oh, you're... you're not even
trying to understand?

All right, Enid
All right.

Now, tell me, what is it?

Well, go on.

I met Cyril
four years ago.

We've been growing together
ever since.

After I met you, I tried to break it off,
but I just couldn't.

See, now tell me something.
Do you love him?

Not the way you mean it.

I couldn't explain it to you
in a million years.

You see everything
black and white, Elliot.

But if you knew Cyril,
if you knew how he treated me.

He's the kindest man
I have ever known.

I could never hurt him.

He's like a a knight in a storybook,
a Don Quixote.

Oh, Enid it doesn't make sense.

He's 30 years older than you.

Now what could you see
in a man like that?

I knew you wouldn't understand.

Well nobody could understand,
except maybe a psychiatrist.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Look...
I'm sure he's a nice old guy,

but he's not for you.

- I never think of Cyril as old.
- All right.

All right, so now what?
What about you and me?

Yes, what about us?

I'm not gonna put up with it,
it's either him or me.

- Do you really mean that?
- Of course I really mean it.

Say it.

- Say what?
- The magic words, you know what they are.

All right, I love you,
is that what you wanted to hear?

Well, the words are all right,
but the tone's not so hot.

I love you, I...

All right now, you listen to me,

I want you to
give up this guy.

I want you to throw your
Don Quixote on a junk pile.

And, if you want me to,
I'll do it myself.

I know Elliot, I'll tell him.
It'll be better if I tell him.

My name's Elliot Gray, I have
an appointment with Mr Hardeen.

Mr Hardeen is expecting you.

Right in here, sir.

Right on time, I see.

It's very nice of you to come,
Mr. Gray.

I noticed an imposition asking you
to visit me, on such short notice.

It's quite all right.

Enid has told me all about you,
of course.

That's why I wanted
us to get together, I...

As you know I have
Enid's interest at heart.

Yes, so I understand.

- Won't you sit down, please.
- Thank you.

Well, Enid's description
of you was accurate.

Oh... is that good or bad?

I don't know, it's quite good,
I assure you.

Anything, you're even younger
than I'd imagined.

Would you mind telling me
how old you are?

I'm 26. Do you want
my height and weight, too?

No, that really
won't be necessary.

Look, Mr, Hardeen,
let's get to the point.

I'm sure I don't have
to tell you how

I feel about Enid
or how she feels about me.

No, she was fairly explicit on that subject,
you needn't give me the details.

Well, she doesn't want to hurt you,
she made quite a point of that.

She thinks a lot of you.

- Thank you.
- Now, I don't mean to sound patronizing.

But you must have expected
this to happen, sooner or later.

- You couldn't really expect it...
- To what, Mr. Gray?

- To love an older man?
- Look, Mr. Hardeen, why should I kid you?

Enid is 25. Now, what kind of
a future could you give her?

You knew that this would happen someday,
that she'd meet somebody like me.

So why fight it?

Yes, you're probably right.

Youth is a powerful opponent.

Mr. Gray...

May I tell you something
about myself?

I'm 59 years old,
even older than Enid thinks I am.

But what's worse, I'm a throwback.

An anachronism. And that most
hopeless of creatures are romantic.

Born into an age of unnecessary speed
and cheap music.

If I'd been luckier, I would
have been born in medieval days.

When honor was on Earth and the
prize of conquest was beauty.

I can see I'm boring you.

Look...

why don't we go downstairs
and have a drink.

Downstairs?

Yes, I have a bar down
in the basement and I...

I think we both feel more relaxed
with a drink in our hands.

Sure.

Oh, it's right this way, Mr. Gray.

Oh, this is quite a place.
Is this what you call a bar?

Oh, I work out a little here sometimes,
helps take off some of the fat.

But I have a few of these and
put the pounds right on again.

Well... what will you have,
Mr. Gray?

Oh...
little scotch and water.

Thank you.

Well what should we drink to?

To Enid.

No, perhaps not.

Suppose we just drink to... honor.

To honor.

Well, Mr. Gray as soon
as you're ready.

Ready?

I'm sure you know what
I expect of you now,

what any man,

at least a throwback like myself,
at any rate expects,

of someone who's come between
him and his woman.

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

It's an ancient custom, Mr. Gray.

- Ancient and honorable.
- What is?

I'm speaking of combat, Mr. Gray.
Unarmed combat.

Now, wait a second.
Uh... you don't think I'm gonna fight you.

Why not, Mr. Gray?

Men have been settling disputes
like this for centuries.

I suggest we settle
this one the same way.

- I think you're out of your mind.
- Don't you think Enid is worth it?

Well, that's got
nothing to do with it.

A punch on the jaw isn't going to change anything.
Mr Hardeen, you ought to know that.

Perhaps not, but whether it solves
anything or not really doesn't matter, does it?

I think a great deal
of Enid, Mr. Gray.

I want proof of your
feelings for her.

I'm willing to offer my own.

Now finish that drink
and let's get started.

This is about the nuttiest thing
I ever heard of.

No, I won't fight you.
I wouldn't think of it.

For one thing you're 30 years older
than I am.

You needn't remind me of that.

Just answer my question,
will you fight?

Look, if you've got some crazy idea
about a duel or something, forget it.

I'm not talking about
swords or pistols, Mr. Gray.

I see no need for
killing each other.

I'm speaking of unarmed combat.

The old-fashioned primitive sort.

If you're really worried about the
inequality of our years and strength,

I thought of that, too.

There's an old custom in affairs of this sort
and I believe it applies here.

- What custom?
- Under Louis XIV,

many of the french
noblemen employed

substitutes to carry out
their affairs of honor.

By even the great Napoleon Bonaparte
when challenged,

offered to send a fencing master
as his plenipotentiary.

Well, in this case, I would say
a substitute is even more justified.

But someone closer to
your own age and prowess.

Excuse me.

Joseph.

- Joseph, are you up there?
- Yes, sir.

Ah, there you are.

This is Joseph, Mr. Gray.
Oh, I believe you met upstairs.

Joseph has been a very
good friend of mine ever since

his retirement from,
uh... another profession.

Look, Mr. Hardeen,

if you think you're gonna egg me into a fight,
you made a wrong guess.

I'm not gonna fight you,
or Joseph, or anybody else.

Now, if you don't mind...

- You, you can't keep me here.
- Oh, don't let's bicker, Mr. Gray.

Now... you keep your hands off from me
or I'm gonna call the cops.

Oh, come on, get up.

I think that's enough, Joseph.

Very well, sir.

I am sorry, Mr. Gray,
I hope that you try and put up

more of a fight,
but I'm satisfied at any rate.

What's the matter,
are you some kind of a nut or something?

You're no throwback,
you're a-a-a maniac.

Oh, I'm afraid you don't
share my concept of

what's right and honorable,
Mr. Gray, it is a pity.

- I want out of here.
- Well you can go now, I won't try and stop you.

Oh.. but, Mr. Gray, there is one thing.

I wouldn't advise you telling Enid about this.
I doubt if she'd believe you, anyway.

You may do yourself
more harm than good.

Don't you worry about Enid.

Well, after all, I have known her
a great deal longer than you have.

- Well, that's all over now, you understand?
- Perfectly.

Enid is through with you for good.

You may be right.

Well in that case,
I'd say you'd won, after all.

No hard feelings, hey?

Come on, Joseph.

- Are you Mr. Elliot Gray?
- Yeah, that's right.

We're the police, Mr. Gray.
Can we come in?

Police?
Yeah, sure, come in.

My name is lieutenant Marsh,
this is sergeant Baker.

Well, I understand, what do you want,
what's this all about?

Are you acquainted with a man
named Cyril Hardeen?

- Yeah, I sure I am.
- Did you see Mr. Hardeen this evening?

Yes, I did.

You and Mr. Hardeen maybe
had a little trouble tonight?

Wait look, look...
Uh, I'm not gonna answer

any more questions till
I know what this is all about.

Look, Mr. Gray, we don't have any warrant
that'll force you to go along with us.

But you'd save yourself a lot
of trouble later on, if you do.

- Where to?
- Cyril Hardeen's house.

- Why?
- It's a matter of identification, Mr. Gray.

Is this the man, Mr. Hardeen?

Yes.

This is some kind of crazy mistake.

I-I didn't do anything.
Well look, I'm the one that got beaten up.

That's not the way it looks,
does it?

You sure don't pick them your age,
do you, buddy?

Enid, you don't believe this?

Elliot...
How could you?

I didn't do anything,
this is some kind of mistake.

Have the courage to admit what happened.
It's very clear.

You fought over me
and this is what you did.

Cyril told me all about it.
Oh, thank you, Joseph.

Well, he lied to you, Enid.
It was a frame-up.

It didn't happen this way,
this fella, he did it deliberately.

He wanted you
to to think this.

Aren't you ashamed trying to
put the blame on somebody else?

- It's a frame-up, Enid.
- Please, don't make it any worse.

You've proved your point,
you're younger and stronger than he is,

I know that, but I don't want
to hear about it. Not anymore.

If you want to prefer charges for
assault and battery, Mr. Hardeen...

No.
I don't want to make any charges.

But I would like to rest a little.

All right, let's get going, bud.
You know, you're pretty lucky.

Personally, I wouldn't mind
seeing you put away.

Enid, will you listen to me?

No. Joseph, hand me that pillow,
will you please?

- On your way.
- Enid, Enid, you don't understand.

- Can't you see the man wants quiet.
- Enid...!

Just leave us alone, Elliott.

You're going to be all right,
darling.

That was a pleasantly
romantic story.

But I was in no mood to enjoy it,
my feet are beginning to hurt.

Fortunately, my assistants
have promised to extract me,

under cover of the following one
minute entertainment blackout.

I shall see you at its conclusion.

I appreciate getting out,
but I don't think the job called

for a heavy construction crane
and a crew of four men.

One of my assistants is given
to large scale ideas.

He was the one who thought
of opening the show

with a shot of me bouncing
merrily on a trampoline.

However, he won't be with us
when we return next week.

We're sending him on location
to Devil's Island.

Good night.