All language subtitles for Starsky & Hutch S02e18 Survival_track3_[eng]

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Do you remember, Terry?
Do you remember what happened?

While you were lying
on your back, I was out on the phone

making arrangements
for Patty's funeral.

Your wife, Terry.

Who did it?

You tell me, George.

Durniak.

NARRATOR:
Convinced that his wife has been
the victim of a gang land execution...

I'm Oliver, FBI.
A man was spotted
with a rifle outside.

You're gonna have to take him
right through the front, okay?

NARRATOR:
...young man sets out on a bizarre
trail of vengeance...

NARRATOR:
...and becomes the unwilling part of
a clandestine organisation that deals in
assassinations.

Up there! That hotel over there.

I think there were less than
10 people in this entire country

who knew where
Joe Durniak was yesterday,

the only ones
that he would trust enough

to change directions that suddenly
would be you two.

I think you two were paid
to set up Joe Durniak.

I shot him.
I'm not ashamed of that.

You're trying to make us believe
that because you believe
that he killed your wife,

you went ahead and you shot him?

I checked with the precinct
where you say your wife was shot.
They show no record of it.

That's crazy.

I don't know what to tell you, Terry.
You call us up.

You tell us that you shot a man,
whom you say is responsible
for murdering your wife.

You know that because
your brother-in-law told you so.

We go to the apartment house where
you say you live, and we find out
the apartment has never been lived in.

The security guard couldn't
have been where you said he was.

The hospital that you say that
you spent two weeks in

turns out not to be a hospital at all,
but a Catholic girls' school.

The AMA doesn't show
a Dr. George Stegner
registered anywhere in the country.

Your bank never heard of you.
The DMV never heard of you,

Now, you tell us what we're
supposed to think, Terry. Please.

MAN: The blond man uses
the name Hutchinson.

The one in the rear is Starsky.

The first man uses
the name Nash.

Your brother's dead,
murdered by these three men,

When am I to do it?

Tonight, Debra.

You must kill them tonight.

NARRATOR:
And now the exciting conclusion
of "The Set-Up."

Our bank employs
the Randall-Boyd system,

cameras which shoot one picture
every 30 seconds.

The section of film we've given you
covers the time between 10 and 11

on Monday morning,
give or take a minute.

In other words, you'll be examining
approximately 120 to 130 frames.

Thank you.
That's most informative.

I don't think you should have
any trouble operating this.
It's really quite simple.

I'm sure it is.

Yes, well, I guess
you won't be needing me.

Well, you're
very welcome to stay,
Mr. Thistleman, if you like.

Thank you very much.
However, I really do
have a bank to attend to,

and it is nearing the close
of another day, you know.

[DOOR CLOSES]

All we need to watch
is the first 10 minutes,

because I know
I left the bank by 10:15.

I want to see them again.
You're beating a dead horse, Terry.

Forget it.
Wait a second, Starsk.

Wait a second.
Just go back
to the first frame...

where the guy with
the cigarette was in it,

and advance it
until he leaves.

Okay.

Okay, that's number one.

STARSKY: Two
HUTCH: Three.

Okay, okay, now, go back
to the first frame again.

What do you see?
Just go back to the first frame.

[PUSHING BUTTONS]

STARSKY: Now what?
HUTCH: Okay, look at his cigarette.

HUTCH: Okay. He just lit it.
That's what it looks like.

Okay.
Now go on to the next one.

All right, that's 30 seconds later.
Yeah?

Go on to the next one.

Uh, hit the zoom button.
Now look.

Too small, isn't it?

It's nearly half gone.

And that one's about the same
as the one before.

Sure... 30 seconds later.

A real 30 seconds.

How much does a cigarette burn
in half a minute?

Not much. Not that much.
Maybe a couple of minutes cut out?

What do you think?
Maybe two and a half minutes.

That's enough time for Terry
to have gone into the bank
and left again.

Time enough for me to know
I'm not going nuts.

Liars.
Every one of them. Liars!

Shh.
We're not out of the woods yet.

You know, maybe he's right.

Why would Thistleman
tamper with his film
unless he had something to hide?

Let's get out of here.
Sure he would.

Thistleman,
good old Dr. George,

and the bank teller,
and the security guard,
and everyone else.

I'm alive!
Do you understand that?
It's like being born all over again!

Yeah, we understand
that, Terry,

only now I want you
to keep your mouth
closed, you hear me?

You just keep quiet
and you stick very close,

and we might get
out of this place
in three whole pieces.

We're not dealing
with amateurs.

Just look stupid
and embarrassed.
Got that?

THISTLEMAN: Well, gentlemen,
what is the verdict?

Mr. Thistleman, our friend
would like to apologise

for the commotion
he's caused.
Wouldn't you, Terry?

Wouldn't you?
Yeah. Sorry.

Then we can assume
it was merely
an unfortunate mistake?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.
A little touch of dj vu, perhaps?

Something like that.

We'd like to apologise
for the trouble
and inconvenience.

Considering the threats
and everything.

No permanent harm
done, officer.

I'd just like to think that
Mr. Nash might have learned
something from this experience.

Sure he did.

After all, a little trust
can go a long way.

Sure.

One more bluff
and I'll stick you
in the wall like a dart.

I want to go to the hospital.
Hospital? It's a girls' school.

TERRY: It was a girls' school
when we saw it,

but I'm telling you,
when I was there before,
it was a hospital.

When I was getting dressed to leave,

I ripped the lining of my jacket
on a coat hanger.

See here, what's the meaning
of this intrusion?

Police, Sister.

Oh, does this have
to do with the break-in?

Break-in? What break-in?
Oh, well, we reported it.

It was so strange.
Nothing was taken.

Just looked like
some of the furniture
had been moved.

Okay, we know it happened.

Now the only question left
is how.

HUTCH:
Well, what do you say?

Well, it could be
any number of things.

Shock, for one.
I've seen it happen wilfully.

Drugs, possibly. Um, hypnosis.

How about plain,
old-fashioned brainwashing?

It's possible.

Is it possible that Terry Nash
is not really Terry Nash?

That's crazy. You telling me
I don't know who I am?

What about your fingerprints,
Terry? The doc says
they were surgically removed.

Now, why? Why would
someone go to that effort?

Come on, doc. Is it possible
that Terry Nash is somebody
who actually doesn't exist,

and that the man sitting here
is really somebody else?

Yes or no? Is it possible?

Yes, it's possible.

That is the craziest thing
I've ever heard.

Wait a second.

Now, putting aside the fact
that you killed a man

for a murder
that did not even happen,

why, after that, would you run
out of your hotel room
with a gun in your hand,

making yourself an obvious target?
I don't know. Why?

Unless someone had planted
a posthypnotic suggestion
for you to do that,

so that you'd be shot and killed
before anyone had a chance

to find out who you were
or what you were about.
Now, what do you say, doc?

Hm?
Is it possible?

It is, isn't it, Hank?

Yeah. Yeah, it's possible,

and to tell you the truth,
it scares the hell out of me.

If we're right, you've got
another life somewhere,
maybe even a family,

a real family, alive, well,
and looking for you.

Well, it's something
to think about, isn't it?

And Terry Nash?
Never existed.

Patty Nash?
It's make-believe.

It's a bunch of phoney memories
made up by somebody

who was willing to go
to an awful lot of trouble

to get Joe Durniak burned away
by an expendable man,
an innocent man,

someone who could
never really explain
who he really was

or why he did what he did.
You understand what we're saying?

It's brilliant.
It's foolproof.

Somebody wants
Joe Durniak dead,

but they're afraid to take the chance
that the guy who kills him
might get caught and start to sing,

so they find you,
whoever you are,

and they turn you into a guy
by the name of Terry Nash,
with a reason for killing.

The only thing they couldn't
figure on was you bumping
into a hotel thief in the stairwell

and the police chasing him
instead of you.

I was there,
I was with Patty in the car.

Nobody's going to tell me
it didn't happen.

Because it didn't happen,
Terry. It didn't happen.
It never really happened.

What do you mean? I was there.
WOMAN: Hello?

Hello yourself.
My battery's dead.

I was hoping you could help me.

Oh, uh... Sure.

MAN: Tonight, Debra.
You must kill them tonight.

A dead battery?

Well, I think that's what it is.

I was going to call the Auto Club,
but I didn't see any phones nearby,

and I'm not too crazy about
wandering around these streets
at night by myself.

Well, you're absolutely right
to feel that way.

Absolutely.

Well, shall we give it a whirl?
Yeah, let's give it a shot.

Do you mind?
Oh, please.

Why don't you check
under the bonnet?

Hit it, Starsk.

[ENGINE STALLS]

Battery's dead.
Uh, the battery's dead, Starsk.

That's what I just said.

You got some jumper cables
in the back of your car, right?
Jumper cables in your car.

Yeah.
Well, why don't you go get them?

Be right back.

It's very sweet
of all of you to help me.

Uh, did you happen to notice
if there's a telephone
in the lobby?

Yeah, there's one
by the elevators.

I know this is rude of me,

but if I don't go and call my father
and tell him I'm still among the living,

he's going to be phoning
the morgue in another five minutes.

Oh, why don't you
go on ahead?

Once we get the car started,
we're gonna have to wait
for it to warm up anyway.

We can wait.
Oh, you really don't mind?

Not in the least.
I'll be back in a minute.

Need any change?
Oh, no, I've got it. Thank you.

My pleasure.

STARSKY:
Lovely girl. Did you notice?

Lovely girl.

Wasn't wearing
any diamond ring either.
Did you notice that too?

Yeah, I sure did.
Is this gonna take a while?

Patience.

Well, do you want
to start it up or should I?

Hm?
The key, the ignition, the battery.

Oh, yeah.

You ready? Hutch?

Hey?

Starsk, come here a minute.
What?

Come here a minute.
What?

Come here.

[SIGHS]

What is it?

Where do you suppose
she came from?

Who? What?
What are you talking about?

Well, look around you.
There's no stores,
there's no other buildings.

There's no nothing
around here.

What are you guys
talking about?

She would've had to come
from the same building we did.
The only building.

Then why didn't
she see the phones?

Well, maybe she was in a hurry.
Maybe she ran right past them.

Starsky, there are half a dozen
phone booths in that place.

How could anybody walk through
an empty lobby and not notice
half a dozen phone booths?

What are you saying?

We're here,
and she's gone, right?

For a girl who says that
she's afraid to be out alone,

she trusts her car
with three perfect strangers.

Rigged?

Let's check it out.
Shut off my engine, would you?

Dynamite or plastic?
What are you guys doing?

What are you doing?
Shh!

You ever hear a battery ticking?
Oh, my God!

Look at my car.

Hey, Starsk. You get the feeling
we're onto something?

Captain Dobey, please.

Dobey.
Yeah, Captain, this is Starsky.

Starsky, where have you
and Hutchinson been all day?

Captain, we're at a medical building.
Somebody just blew up my car.

Well, aren't you going
to say something?

I mean, from where I stand,
I think we got a bit of a problem.

You got a bigger problem
than that right now.

What are you talking about?
Acting on an anonymous tip,

Wilson got a warrant
and searched your apartment.

So?

The big "so" is, he found the rifle
that killed Joe Durniak there,

and also $10,000
sewn into your sofa.

On the strength of this evidence,
a federal murder warrant was issued

for you and Hutchinson
this afternoon.

As of right now, you're fugitives,
along with somebody named...
Terry Nash.

We've been set up.

Captain, you'll
find them in there.

Down the first flight
of steps to your left,
in the boiler room.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna see if I can find them
something a little more private
and a little less noise.

No, you're not.
Stay out here and watch that car.

[DOOR OPENING]

HUTCH: Huggy?
Dobey.

I know we all look alike.
You weren't followed, were you?

What do you take me for,
one of the rookies?

Hey! We're all jumpy.

It's not the most
comfortable thing
to have an APB out on you.

I can appreciate that.
Of course, I know
you're not guilty.

I wish I felt
the same way about him.

All right.

Now, you tell me
why the rifle that killed Durniak

and $10,000 was found
in your apartment.

I don't know.

But I got a feeling
that whoever brainwashed him,
set up his apartment,

his family, everything else,
including a phoney FBI man,

whoever's able to do all that
is certainly capable

of planting a lousy 10 grand
and a gun in my apartment.

Do you know how many people
would have to be involved
in a conspiracy like that?

Ten, twenty, a hundred...
What difference
does it make, captain?

It doesn't make
any sense, does it?
And what about the guy inside?

The guy who tipped them off
where Durniak was?

That doesn't make
any sense either, does it?

Why do they want to kill you two?
Because Terry is still alive.

That's what we tried to tell you
over the telephone.

Terry was never supposed
to leave that apartment alive.

What does Terry being alive
have to do with the phoney FBI man
you said you saw at the hotel?

Because if we hadn't seen
that phoney FBI man at the hotel,

we never would have believed
Terry's story.

That's the second thing
that went wrong with their plan.

And because they suspected
that we believed Terry, then
we'd have to be eliminated also,

and what better way to do that
than to be killed with Terry?

This whole thing's crazy.

You realise of course
that telling me about it
makes me a target too?

Ain't togetherness wonderful?

All right.
What do you want to do?

Just give us a couple of days
to straighten this out,
will you, captain?

A couple?

You know that warrant's federal.
I can't do anything
about squashing it,

and any police officer can use force
if he wants to, if you resist arrest.

Doesn't look like we have
much choice, does it, captain?

And where are you gonna go?

Bowling.
Bowling?

Yeah. Bowling.

[BOWLING BALL
KNOCKING DOWN PINS]

All right, the apartment
was a set-up. Right?

All they needed was
a couple of guys to bring
the furniture in one night

and take it out
the next night.

What about the guard?
The tipsy one we saw together.

Well, I doubt it. I don't think
he knew anything.
He didn't have to.

What about the other guard?
The one I remembered
from before?

He was part of the plan.
Definitely part of the plan.

I knew him, though.
I remembered his face.

Sure you did.

Just like you knew how
to get from the hospital
back to your apartment.

It's just another couple
of phoney ideas
they planted in your...

We got the heat.

Okay, the Catholic school
we know about, right?

All they needed was a few hours,
a little decoration,

a few stooges outside,
nurse, maybe a taxi driver...

Brother-in-law.

Good old Dr. George.
He's a biggie, you can count on that.

Well, you got to admit,
the cuts on his back
were a nice touch.

I saw film.
What film?

Home movies.

When I came back
from the hospital,
I took out a projector

and I put on a reel of film
of me and Patty.

You?
Yes, me...

No.
What do you mean, no?

Maybe it wasn't me.
I only saw it from behind.

It was this little scene at the end
of the reel. We were on a skeet range.

I took a shot. I scored.
I never saw my face.

Well, then it could have been
somebody else.

You ever shoot skeet?
I don't know. I can't remember.

You know how to handle a gun,
that's for sure.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Wait a minute.

The hotel and apartment:
Things not there, right?

The bank's still there.
So is this Mr. Thistleman.

About-face,
Mr. Thistleman.
Come on.

What's going on here?
Where are you taking me?

Up the river, or down,
Mr. Thistleman. It's up to you.

Think about it,
won't you?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Well, Hug, this the best
you could do?

What'd you expect
to get for five bucks,
a suite at the Waldorf?

Keep him away from me!
Easy, Terry.

The flower must not be plucked
before it's wilted.

That's very nice.
I couldn't have
put that better myself.

HUGGY:
Well, you didn't.

I sincerely hope you all realise
that kidnapping is a federal offence.

Yep, it's also
against the law.

Come on, Mr. Thistleman.
Have a chair and make
yourself comfortable.

There's just two things
that we're gonna ask you to do,
very politely, in the following order:

First of all, we want you
to call your bank,
tell them that you're sick.

You woke up with a cold
and a fever and you just
can't come in today.

Then secondly, we'd like you
to tell us who the man was
who wanted Joe Durniak dead.

I'm sorry,
Mr. Thistleman. I can't hear you.
You're gonna have to speak up.

You might try lying
to us, Mr. Thistleman,

but I wouldn't for a minute
let you think of ignoring us.

Hello.
Who is this? Angie?

It's... It's Mr. Thistleman.

I'm not coming in today, Angie.

Yes, an awful cold.
I woke up drenched.

I'm sure I have.

Yes, I will.
Thank you, dear.

Goodbye.

Thank you,
Mr. Thistleman.

We appreciate
your cooperation.

Now, then,
the second thing,

who was it that wanted
Joe Durniak put away?

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

I swear. You have to believe me.
I don't know
who you're talking about.

Okay, who told you
to cut Terry's pictures
from the film you showed us?

Who?

Listen, Mr. Thistleman,

now, you probably
already know this, but, uh,

the two of us have
federal warrants out for our arrest,

so we really have nothing to lose.

They'll kill me if I talk.

The way I see it,
you're marked off anyway,

as long as they find out
you're with us.

Isn't that the way
your friends operate? Hm?

My instructions come by telephone.

From whom? From where?

I don't know. I do not know.

You're lying, Thistleman.
You're lying.

No. I swear to you.

Okay,
he's all yours, kid.

No, no, no,
wait, wait. Please.

TERRY: Now?
Suit yourself.

Desert Springs.
What about Desert Springs?

That's where they are.
Who?

I don't know!
Where in Desert Springs?

A castle.
What castle?

It's a castle out in the desert.
Yeah, where in the desert?

I don't know.
It's... It's miles
from the nearest road.

You'll never find it.

Well, that depends a little
on how we look for it, doesn't it?

Huggy, we need a plane.
Plane?

You know what a plane is.
Yeah, I know what it is,

but I don't happen
to know where it's at. You dig?

What about that friend
you're always telling us about?

The Black Baron?
Mm-hm.

What's the matter
with your own fly-boys?
They gone on strike or something?

Or you fellas suddenly
gone independent?

Huggy, you know we're not
exactly on the best terms
with the rest of the department.

You mean what you're saying is
what you're doing is
not exactly sacrosanct.

What?

The English language
is not the exclusive property
of the white man.

HUGGY: Okay, my man,
the Black Baron,
will be ready and waiting.

Maybe we should drive.
Drive? Ha-ha!

My good man,
if the Good Lord
had wanted us to drive,

would he have given us
this beautiful piece of work here?

CONTROL TOWER: Nancy-six-three
two-three-zero.

You are now clear
for takeoff on runway three.

Roger!

MUTTERING:
And may God help you.

BLACK BARON:
Come on, old girl.

Now, let's show them
the life you still got.

Come on, baby, now,
let's pick up some speed.
Come on. Thattababy.

A little faster. Come on.
You can make it.

Maybe this wasn't
such a good idea.

Hey, everybody,
we're gonna have to all lean back

to help baby
to get it up off the ground.

Baron?
Yes, Mr. Hutchinson? I hear you.

I don't think
we're gonna make it.
There's too much weight.

You must have faith,
Mr. Hutchinson.
It can move mountains.

Well, it's not
the mountains I'm worried about.
It's those trees up there.

Trees? Oh!
Here we go.

Pick those feet
off the ground, baby!

Ah, there's life
in the old girl yet!

How nice that we lived
to find out.

Do we have to be
this high?

Oh, is it our object to see
or be seen, Mr. Starsky?

Or perhaps you feel
it would hurt less

if we were to crash
from 500 feet than from 2000?

Maybe not, but we'd get it
over with quicker.

There.
What?

On the right.

Baron, is there
any place around here
to land this thing?

Around here? Are you crazy?
There.

There?

A piece of cake, Mr. Starsky.
A piece of cake. Here we go.

BARON:
Come on. Going down.

That's it.
Now, hey, this is the easy part.

I don't want you guys to lean
either to the right or to the left.
You might tip me.

Just hold it perfectly still
and don't worry. Hold it.

Easy now, easy now.
Nothing like little
bitty cat's feet.

[BARON LAUGHING]

Baron, you're all right,
you know that?

Thank you, sir.
But I think before it's all over,

you'll find I'm quite
a bit more than that.

Hey, Baron, you got
any field glasses?

Yes, sir.
My motto is to always be
prepared, Mr. Hutchinson.

One guard.

Just one?
See any weapons?

How about a machine gun?
Thank you.

What's he got, a Howitzer?
Same thing as the first one.

Are you sure?

You wouldn't happen to have
a corned beef on rye in that bag,
would you, Baron?

A corned beef on...
No, no, sir. I'm sorry.

However, I do have water,
salt, Vitamin-C tablets,
some beef jerky...

freeze-dried tuna casserole
with peas and mushrooms,
if you wish.

I wish you had a company
of Marines in that bag.

My apologies again, sir.
I think that the Marines
are slightly unavailable.

However, I do think that
I have something

that might be
a close approximation.

Do you always come
equipped like this?

Well, my friend Huggy told us
that we might be heading
toward murky waters,

so he told me to look out
for our honorary soul brothers here.

And I never let a soul brother down.
Good old Huggy Bear.

No, merely reciprocal,
my friend.

You see, I owe him a favour.
And after the day is over,
you may owe me a favour.

Oh, here. You might need this
somewhere along the way.

Well, what do you want to do?

I don't know.
Think we ought to split up?

Good idea. Let's take
the right flank, huh?

Shall we take a stroll?
See you around.

So far, so good, huh?
Yeah.

Want to get a little closer?
Well...

Come on.

The guy on the roof
seems to be the key.

The question is
how do we get to him?

I guess you haven't noticed.
The Baron always comes prepared.

Okay, let's go.

Why don't you
go around the back,
and I'll go up top, huh?

Mm-hm.

I'm not exactly
your tap-dancing
stereotype, huh?

Could have fooled me.
You want to go first?

Oh, no. By my guest.

Hold it!

Where's Terry?

Where'd you come from?
Where do you think? Outside.

No, sir, we lost track of them
after the bombing incident failure.

Yes, sir, I'm aware
the secretary's very upset,

but I strongly recommend
our safest course of action
until it's over

is to close down
our West Coast operation.

Yes, sir. Thank you.
I'll wait for your call.

The castle's been invaded.
At least two, maybe four men.
I think one of them's Nash.

Sound the silent alarm.

HUTCH:
It's locked.

What is it?

My wife.

STARSKY: I'm getting tired
of all this pussyfooting around.

What do you want to do,
start shooting?

That's not a bad idea.

Gentlemen...

But there's lots
of different blues.

Darkish.

Yeah, well,
sure I can remember
if you just give me time.

It was... pretty late, wasn't it?

2:00, maybe 3:00 in the morning.

We were in the back yard.
I said, "I love you, Carrie..."

[GUNSHOT]

Terry...
It's my wife.

Terry...
They shot my wife.

Not now. Come on, Terry.
It's my wife!

[GUNSHOT]

How many?
Three, maybe four.

Come on home!

[GUNFIRE]

Terry, come on!
Snap out of it!

It's my wife.
Terry!

Terry!

[TERRY SCREAMS]

It's my wife! It's my wife...
Forget her!

His wife, your wife,
anybody's wife, everybody's wife!

She isn't your wife, Terry!
She never was!
Can't you see that, Terry?

She's my wife...

Can't you see
that now, Terry?

We're in a very
bad place, Mr. Starsky.

No windows. One door.
We in a bad place.

I know that.
How we doing?

What's the count?
I don't know, three, maybe four,

but I don't think we're going
to be able to go out
the same place we came in.

How about it, Terry?
Are you back with us?

I don't know how they did it,
but they did it.

Well, that's a start.

Now I'm gonna pay them back.
Terry!

Without committing suicide, right?
Right.

[GUNFIRE]

Are we back among the living?
Yeah, he's all right.

What do you want to do, huh?
I don't know.

There's only one way out of here.
Maybe not. Maybe these will help.

The wall.
Right...

The closet. Terry...

Be my guest, Baron.

Come on, Sleeping Beauty.

[GUNFIRE]

[BANGS CLOSET DOOR]

Yeah?
Take my gun. You ready?

Yeah.
Okay, go.

[EXPLOSION]

Starsk, above you!

[GUNFIRE]

[SCREAMS]

Hutch!

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

Helicopter.

STARSKY: Cops?
We sure as hell didn't order them.

TERRY:
That's him! The doctor!

The guy who said
he was my brother-in-law.

Baron, go.

[GRENADE EXPLODES]

Where the hell's he going?
Baron, clip!

[GUNFIRE]

[EXPLODES]

[GUNFIRE AND SCREAMING]

Captain, that's not even
the whole of it.

From what the local police
have been able to glean
from some of your survivors,

your friend Terry and that girl
who tried to kill you
weren't their first victims.

The people who've been running
this organisation have pulled
this stunt more than once.

Stunt?
Is that what you're
calling it, a stunt?

[CLEARS THROAT]

Captain, they take a man
off the street,

or in one case,
as you well know,
a woman off the street,

just someone
who's not likely to be missed,

somebody who's unattached,
single, probably unemployed,
and they wipe their minds clean.

I don't know how they do it,
captain, but they do it.

They wipe their minds clean,
and then they start out
all over again their way.

Now, somewhere in this country,
there are four or five other people

just like Terry Nash
and that sweet young thing

that tried to blow the three of us
off the face of the map,

walking around, in a daze,
looking for somebody to kill,

somebody that
the head man wants dead.

Then are you trying to tell me that
we haven't found the head man yet?

Maybe we did, maybe we didn't.

And maybe all you've found is
a bunch of goons and flunkies.

Anyway, it's going to take
some time to put it together.

Well, what about me
in the meantime?

Are you going to put me on trial
for killing Joe Durniak?

That's the whole point, captain.
You can't have a trial
if there's no Terry Nash,

and there never was
a Terry Nash.

We got a body, sure.

We got the finger that
pulled the trigger, wonderful,

but what we do not have is,
we do not have the man
that masterminded this whole thing.

He might be out there.

He might be one of the thugs
that our friend here
sent to the hospital,

or he might be stuck
in what remains of that chopper.

We don't know,
but what we do know
is that he's not in this room,

and we do know
that it isn't our friend here.

Then I'm free to go?
Not yet.

Wilson and the rest of his FBI men
are on the way here.

They want to ask you some questions,
and then there's got to be a hearing,
and maybe a trial.

I don't see how they'll find
a conviction, but I'm not the judge,

and you realise, of course,
there's a warrant out for your arrest,

and that fly-boy of yours,
the African chap with the arsenal.

You, he and Terry Nash here
have broken more rules
than a centipede's got legs,

and as far as the rest of it...

The future's all yours, kid.

You don't understand.
It's not the future I care about.

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