All language subtitles for Ironside s04e07 Check, Mate and Murder 1

All right.

All right.

Come on, Frank. I should have known.

I did not expect me to have you land
here.

Perfect. Meet my associates, Eve
Whitfield, Officer Eve Whitfield, Mark

and Sergeant Ed Brown. Yes, sir. This is
Frank Russo, Deputy Director of the

Montreal Police Department. Who is
illegally parked outside the area?

Let me have you back at the plane stops.
I'll have them looked at. They have to

pass the customs, but they don't
indicate the matter. See you later.

Chief, do I have time to get a stab by
Bronco on Rubino as soon as I got here?

You'll be home before she gets that
card. Phone or send a telegram? Look, a

telegram doesn't have a picture you can
pin on the wall.

Go ahead, Mark. Meet us outside the
terminal.

Okay, thanks.

I don't get it. No, I'm sorry.

Who'd you met? No, I don't know.

That was a warmer welcome than we
expected, Frank.

These terrorists, who are they exactly?

A small group of French Canadians who
are trying to get this province to

separate from the rest of Canada by
means of violence.

So a bomb in a mailbox is a simple...
Mailboxes are government property.

You see, these people feel the federal
government is English -dominated and

not recognize the special status of this
province, which is historically and

numerically French.

Then these are the separatists we've
read about?

As they meant, but if they aren't me,

the separatist movement is much larger.
And mostly from the middle class, who

have their legitimate reasons for their
positions. But that's the government's

problem. My headache is this group of
French Canadians.

Oh, no, Robert.

Fortunately, so far, they have confined
their attacks to property, mailboxes.

Someday people are going to get in the
way.

These terrorists.

Oh, no, Robert.

In Montreal, you have to try to be
French.

It's cuisse de grenouille.

Come on.

Frog legs.

Oh, no.

No frog legs.

It's cuisse de grenouille. Come on,
babe.

You okay, G?

G?

What are you doing here so early?

Convention doesn't begin till the day
after tomorrow.

That's almost two days of rest and
relaxation.

Hey, spare a bit of time for me. I want
some information, inside information,

about the Kissinger murder case you've
solved so brilliantly.

You know, I think there's a very good
book in it. All right, it's all yours.

That's my charm, you see, working. It
may be rusty.

Tillworth. This is Officer Whitfield, a
member of my staff. How do you do?

Sergeant Brown.

How do you do? Mark Sanger.

How do you do? Would anyone like a
cigar?

Would you?

Oh, no, thank you.

Ernestine is the famous Mugford who
writes all those mystery novels.

Yes, I know. I've read all of them. Oh,
you're intelligent, as well as pretty.

Hi, Claude. Claude, come over here.

This is Claude Gaultier, everybody. And
this is Eve Whitfield.

Claude is one of the...

Greatest criminologists in Europe.

Sergeant Brown.

Sir. Mark Sanger. Sir. And, of course,
you remember me.

How are you, Monty? I am fine. It's good
to see you again.

Oh, come on, Claude. You can do better
than that.

Kisses on both cheeks are not
fashionable any longer.

No. Congratulate him on solving the
Kessinger murder case.

Of course.

Brilliant deduction, as usual, mon ami.
You are, uh...

One up on me. Oh, I'd say we're about
even. But not for long, perhaps.

Well, I must be on my way.

But we shall have dinner tonight.

On occasion.

Au revoir.

But, Claude, I thought we were going
taxiing.

Pardon, chérie. Something has come up.

Tomorrow.

I'd be willing to bet the royalties on
my next two novels he's on to a case.

A case of champagne and a blonde, if I
know him.

Shall we get settled?

Come on. Come on.

Your room is over there.

Put that dressing over in between.

Thank you.

And there is a buzzer system for you to
call in.

Under the pillow.

Just press the button.

Standard hotel equipment?

I did not really know how to equip to
whom.

It's been such a long time, Frank.
Twenty years.

What took you so long to come back?

Oh, the timing wasn't right. Well,
tonight we will make up for it.

After dinner, we will go out together,
and as you would put it, get... Bomb?

What am I saying?

There were no injuries, but damage was
estimated at $3 ,000.

Police suspect political terrorists in
this fifth bomb explosion of the current

year. Separatist leaders have issued
statements deploring the bombing and

begging their supporters not to be taken
in by young radicals.

Hey, I want to hear.

What? That we're a bunch of misguided
children?

That we're harming the separatist cause?

We've heard it all before, Henri. Maybe
the police have some leads.

And maybe you should give them your name
to go on the radio. Then people would

really know who you are. And maybe I
should punch in your head. And maybe you

should try.

You really are misguided children, you
know that?

What is so wrong with wanting to listen
to the radio?

I don't care what they call me as long
as they call me something.

Who is the lookout?

We were listening to... Who is the
lookout?

I wanted to hear... Do your job.

It might have been a cop walking in
here.

We have dynamite. Black thing caps.

What is the matter with you people?

Do you think this is just a little game?

Well, if you do, then go back to your
mamas.

I have no intention of going to prison
over our radio broadcast.

We did the airport.

Yes, I know what you did.

But that was today.

I am concerned with what you do
tomorrow.

A revolution lived in tomorrow.

Stop to take a bow when there is no
tomorrow.

We leave the bomb and go away.

I mean away.

Everybody.

We take too many chances if we stop to
keep the area clear.

But what if someone gets too close?

So?

And from here on, the agenda is really
loaded.

Seminars, lectures, two films. The chief
will make us sit through all those

sessions. What's the matter, Ed?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

After all, we didn't come here on
business.

Absolutely. You think this would be a
vacation?

No, sir.

Well, as far as I'm concerned, don't
worry about the meetings. Enjoy

Must be.

I'm not late, am I? Well, is that a lady
or is that a lady? It's a lady.

It's about time someone noticed.

Chief, can I help you with that?

Where do women get the idea that only
women can tie men's ties?

From men, of course.

Go on. Get out of here. Have a good
time.

Don't ask questions. The chief has
spoken.

Easy on the chicken or the king.

It's slow death.

That time off applies to you too, Mark.

Oh, thanks, man.

I'll hang around the lobby and watch the
tourists go by.

Well, the whole evening off.

Where do we begin? Dinner, of course. A
great steakhouse. The bell captain

recommended it. Straight out of Europe.
What's the name of it?

Lavash Levant.

Oh, that sounds delicious.

Why, what does it mean?

The lavender cow.

Lavender? It's one T -bone I've got to
say to believe.

Bonsoir. Bonsoir. Bonsoir. Merci.

Oh, no, Robert.

What? Your time.

No matter what you do, it just never
stays straight.

Here, let me... Janine, I have to go
back on Saturday.

I've already stayed longer than I was
supposed to.

We have three weeks.

Three weeks and two days. I'm grateful.

Grateful.

With all my heart, forever.

What are you talking about?

You have to go back to your work and I
will stay here.

You're coming back with me, Janine?

I cannot.

You cannot?

Why?

Because it will not work between us. Why
won't it work?

You know I love you.

But I don't love you.

Thank you, Ernestine, but it won't stay.

Will you?

Oh, Bob, we haven't seen each other for
some time.

But you keep drifting away from me. It
isn't very complimentary.

I know you're busy, but won't you stay
with us tonight?

I guess I'm just a bit tired, my
apologies.

Not necessarily.

Excuse me, what was that?

You know, my first love.

My first love was a man who was always
tired.

Unfortunately, it was none of my doing.

But, Siri, you are too modest.

Oh, yes.

I remember.

I was a mere wisp of a girl. And he was
a handsome young hero, home on leave

from fighting the war.

He came to stay with us because he was
Daddy's favorite godson.

I shall remember Lieutenant Clyde
Carruthers until the flames consumed

What a magnificent chef he was.

Hello, oui?

Oh, yes, sir.

Right away.

Groom, ici.

Pour Monsieur Gauthier.

Il est au restaurant. Oui, monsieur.

My daddy had to go to London for a few
weeks on business.

And there was I, a mere slip of a girl,
left alone with this handsome hero.

A mansion so large it took 15 maids to
run it. Now let me see, there were five

kitchen maids, five parlour maids, five
house maids. So you can imagine the size

of it.

And the potential for fun and games.

Oh, the nooks and the crannies.

And the closets, and the hiding, and the
seeking.

But... Nothing.

This handsome hero was perpetually
exhausted from, so he claimed,

fighting the war.

It wasn't until a few months afterwards
that I discovered the real cause of his

exhaustion.

It was 15 pregnant maids.

into a home for unwed mothers, and it's
been going strong until this very day.

I think you are suffering from
rebellion.

You look very morose tonight.

Strange to come back to a place after so
many years.

Memories, faces, places.

Every corner is a familiar turn.

And you wonder if around that corner is
exactly what you expect. Who you expect?

I thought you would have forgotten her.

What would you do if you saw her again?

Well, I guess I'd say hello.

And suddenly feel very old.

You are not old, Robert.

Neither is she.

We see her, you know.

She and Gabrielle are good friends.

She has been a widow for two years.
Frank, it's over. It was 20 years ago.

It's dead.

Well... What are you two talking about?

A new case? Come on.

I saw it.

Right before my eyes, I came out of the
hotel, stood by that mailbox.

Out of the hotel?

A guest?

From the convention.

Did you recognize him?

Oui.

They have killed Monsieur Gauthier.

Call headquarters.

Order a roundup.

Every terrorist.

You are pigs, Nazis, and you do not like
the length of our air, and so you

trample us.

This is an age of totalitarian
assimilation.

The police are the arm of the political
robot, and man is being sucked into the

gears of the propaganda that he has
something to fear by being outside of

robot.

All right.

Let's have facts, not speeches.

Your name is Pierre Fougere.

You are a lecturer in political science
at the Université de Montréal. And I do

not know of any bombings.

Where were you tonight at 8 .30?

I was giving a lecture to postgraduate
students on the death of civil rights in

the province of Quebec.

Two of your men pulled me out of their
lecture hall in full view of 70 students

and demonstrated the point of my
lecture.

Why is it that every time something
happens in this city, I get pulled in?

Because we know you are the head of a
terrorist cell.

Make what you wish of that.

But at 8 .30 this evening, I was at the
university, and I have 70 witnesses.

Let him go.

Merci, Monsieur le Directeur.

Only too clever for us to prove anything
against him so far.

Well, there is nothing else we can do
here.

Carry on with all of them. At least
we'll shake them up.

Henry Lang was.

I'll catch up with you outside.

Don't miss it.

Hello, Janine.

You're looking very well.

So do you.

Frank told me about your husband. I'm
sorry.

Thank you.

Will you stay long in Montreal?

Just for the convention.

Well, Gabrielle mentioned it.

Robert.

Do you think we, I mean, could... This
is

my friend, Mark Sanger, Madame Duvalier.

Hello. Well,

this is a strange place to meet after
all these years. What are you doing

Oh, the police called it.

It is my son. They have arrested him.

Robert Duvalier.

Oh, there he is.

Robert, I must go.

Will you call me?

Please?

Oh, dear.

What has happened?

Are you all right?

It is my son.

Robert Duvalier.

It is my son.

Want me to hang around?

No, no thanks, Mark. You better get some
sleep.

I thought I'd take a walk.

If it's okay with you.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

Hi. Hey, where's Eve? You lose her? No,
she was tired. Went straight up to her

room. I tell you, a vacation is hard
work.

Looks like you had all the excitement
after all, Chief.

I heard about the fireworks.

Claude Godier was killed.

I'm sorry.

Anything I can do?

See you in the morning.

Night, Ed.

He's sure uptight.

He's been like that ever since we
started this trip. Haven't you felt it?

suppose so.

Godier's death doesn't make it any
easier.

It's more than that.

Oh? What do you mean?

I'm not sure.

Hey,

where are you going?

Down.

Come in.

I am disturbing you?

I know it's late.

Robert, please don't make it more
difficult for me.

Oh, no, I'm sorry.

Sit down.

Let me have a drink or something.

No, thank you.

It was awful, wasn't it?

I mean at the police station.

We didn't know what to say to each
other. We said it all once.

I know.

Perhaps I don't have any right after
what I... I mean what happened, but...

Robert, I need you. I need your help.

Your son?

They have arrested him.

They say he is a murderer.

What evidence?

I don't know.

He's only a boy, emotional, foolish, an
idealist, but not a murderer.

Help me, Robert, please.

Robert, he is my son.

My only child.

I'll do all I can.

The doubt was only in my mind, never in
my heart.

You know, I almost didn't come to
Montreal.

But you are here.

What had happened a long time ago.

They couldn't.

It's really that.

Did you plant that bomb at the hotel?

No. Are you alive?

I'm fine.

When it's necessary.

This time it isn't.

And the cops know that.

This time we're in trouble.

Your badge is no good here, you know
that. I'm not trying to use my badge.

want is to speak to Robert.

He will speak, you will listen, you will
get involved, and I will have all the

newspapers screaming, following
intrusion of the police department.

Bob, this is a very sensitive case.

So far, we haven't had anybody killed.

That's why I want to speak to him. This
thing is going to turn into a cause

célèbre. Not only in the city, but the
entire country is going to take sides.

Pressure is going to be put on us.

Especially now with the annual Saint
-Jean -Baptiste parade just a few days

away. Thousands of people are going to
be jamming the streets.

Saint -Jean -Baptiste is the patron
saint of the French -Canadien. And as

these people are concerned, me and my
police, we are traitors. Since when are

you interested in popularity polls?

I'm talking about an accused prisoner
and you're throwing public opinion at

Maybe I am.

But this is my public, my country, and
my headache. And Robert is a youngster

and you're denying him his rights. I am
not denying him anything but you. Why?

Because you think I can cause you
trouble? Well, if I can, I will.

That's his right, too.

We have a tight case against him. I'd
like to hear about it. In court. Now!

Bob, I have known Robert all his life. I
do not want him in my jail. And if I

was not convinced of the evidence, he
would not be in my jail. Let me see him.

Frank, that boy could have been my own.

I don't want your help, English. My
friends will help me.

I'm not a lawyer.

I know who you are. My mother told me.

Makes no difference.

American or Canadian, you are English
and I am French, and I don't want your

help. Your mother and I are old friends.
The old days are gone.

The old friendship's finished.

What did we get with your friendships?

Economic dependence, cultural
deprivation. We are second -class

own country.

And so long as we will hold your
friendship, we will stay that way.

Look at me.

Do you think the death of an innocent
man will make you a first -class

In a revolution, there are no innocent
men.

One is a murderer or a victim, a winner
or a loser, a hero or a coward, but no

one can be innocent. Are you?

I'm here. Are you innocent?

What difference does it make? A great
deal to your mother.

You want her to think you're a murderer?

I'm not.

Then you didn't plant that bomb.

Do you know who did?

Good morning.

Well, you two certainly got an early
start.

Morning.

You, um, on your way out? We've got a
sightseeing tour lined up. We're going

see the Man in His World exhibit. I
understand it's marvelous. I'd, um, like

favor. Of course.

Son of a dear friend of mine is under
arrest for Godier's murder.

Frank Rousseau is not inclined to
cooperate.

I thought Frank Rousseau was your
friend. He is.

So are all of you.

So...

Ed, go to headquarters, nose around, see
what you can find out. All right. Eve,

you check the hotel staff.

All the information they can give you on
Godier.

Movements, calls, visitors.

Aye.

I will be in my room.

And you're sorry about the vacation.

I'm sorry about the vacation.

Paging Mr. Austin.

Paging Mr. Austin.

Paging Mr. Austin.

Paging Mr. Austin.

Mr. Austin?

Where can I find the desk clerk who was
on duty last night?

These Montreal cops aren't exactly
hayseeds, but I managed to find out that

searched the boy's car and found 26
blasting caps and 14 sticks of TNT.

He said he was home at the time of the
bombing, but he has no witnesses.

He also claims the explosives were
planted in his car, but his fingerprints

all over them. Well, that kind of ties
in with this newspaper story about him.

He's a known separatist and been busted
twice.

Charges were dropped.

Insufficient evidence.

Not a tight case, but incriminating
enough, except for that.

Must see you at once wait for me at the
taxi entrance B.

We got that from the desk clerk.

Copy of a note handed to Godier last
night.

He went outside, then he died.

Is that up?

What do you think?

Why would the terrorists want to kill
him? They probably never heard of him.

Well, he's put a lot of people behind
bars, and they've heard of him. Why

couldn't the note be a coincidence?

He went outside to meet someone and
accidentally got in the way of a

bomb. That's the way the cops see it.

Time bombing a mailbox is a pretty
inadequate method of committing a

How could they know the exact time he'd
come out of the hotel?

How could they know when he'd be
standing near that mailbox?

By waiting, watching, and then...

A radio -controlled detonator.

All a man had to do was to plant the
bomb and hide where he could see the

mailbox.

As soon as Gaudier was near it... Come
in.

I tracked down the nightmaid.

She said that she'd gone into Gaudier's
room to turn down the bed while he was

at dinner.

It was a shamble. She was upset because
she had to straighten it up again.

From the way she described it, it's my
guess that there was either a fight in

that room or that somebody had searched
it.

At dinner, Godier didn't look as though
he'd been in a fight.

My money's on a search.

That suggests that Godier had something
somebody wanted.

Enough to kill him.

Poor dear Claude.

You know, he went to the French
underground during the war.

Blew up bridges, trains, munition dumps,
power stations.

You name it, he blew it up and he
survived.

Now he comes to Montreal and gets blown
up by a mailbox.

You both arrived early to the
convention. Any particular reason?

It was Claude's idea.

Actually, he insisted on it.

When we first met, he seemed
preoccupied. I told you he was on to a

And what are you looking for?

The reason why someone would murder him.

Murder?

Well, what about the terrorists?

I don't believe it.

He gave me that last night.

He asked me to hold it for him
temporarily.

Yes, I know, I peaked.

Why didn't you call the police?

Well, I didn't connect it with Claude's
death.

Bob.

I've been writing mystery novels for a
long time now, but I've never known the

thrill. of a real investigation.

It's like my private life.

I've always been the bridesmaid.

And when I opened the box last night and
saw what was in it, I said to myself,

Ernestine, this is a chance for you to
be the bride.

Maybe you could solve the mystery.

Well, it was silly of me.

I mean, I wouldn't have an idea how to
begin an investigation, but somehow

well, just holding the... pawn in my
hand.

It did seem a beginning.

Mudford, I love you.

You and I.

We'll solve this one.

Is this really what I think it is?

I'd bet on it.

You'll want to verify it, but I'm sure
you'll agree it belongs to the Van

chess set. Over 200 years old and worth
half a million dollars as a collector's

item. At least.

The owner, what was his name?

Carl Schiller. Schiller kept it in a
safe deposit box in the National Bank,

which was robbed six years ago.

The robbery is still unsolved.

Don't rub it in, Ernestine.

Just stating hard facts.

Boxes were robbed of millions in cash
and negotiable bonds.

Very clever, those thieves.

They took nothing traceable.

Except the chess set.

We have always felt the set was our only
lead.

The police are all over the world. I've
alerted to it. Now a pawn turns up in

the possession of a dead man in
Montreal.

So?

Goethe was on the case. I think he was
murdered by someone who knew he had the

pawn.

Frank, by now your people have pieced
together that detonating device.

It was a radio signal.

Enough for you, Frank?

Will you let the boy out?

I cannot do that.

The best I can do is reduce the charge
to possession of explosives. Is that a

bailable offense here?

It is. Then at least we can get him out
of jail.

I suppose if we do not work on this
together, you will work on it alone,

whatever I say.

I suppose.

Gauthier made two telephone calls the
day he arrived in town, but they were

local and there was no way to trace
them.

Late yesterday afternoon, he received a
call from a Mr. Bollinger who left a

telephone number.

It belongs to the Franco -Canadian
Insurance Company.

Bollinger. With a B.

Good work, Eve.

But too late. They've closed for the
day.

And we have a choice.

We wait until morning or we spend the
evening phoning all the Bollingers in

book. Oh, come on, Bob. I'd hardly call
that brilliant detective work. Less than

eight hours in the business and you're
already shirking your job.

Do you mean to say we've got to go all
through the phone book?

No, Miss Mugford.

We do.

Hello. Oh,

I'm sorry if I'm intruding.

Not at all. We were just leaving. We
have some work to do.

Goodbye, Chief.

Good night.

Evening.

Well, aren't you going to introduce me
to this charming creature?

I'm sorry.

Ernestine Mugford.

Janine Duvalier.

How do you do?

Fine.

Married? Divorced?

Or widowed.

Widowed. Yes, I see.

You see what?

Oh, everything, darling.

A novelist is all eyes.

Well, I have to go for my
constitutional.

I always walk for a mile before dinner.

Oh, that is, unless you've any more work
for me to do.

No, Ernestine.

You've made your contribution for the
day.

Hmm.

The telephone book.

Sit down.

I can only see him all the time. I just
had to come and tell you that Robert is

home.

Thank you. I don't think the case would
have held up in court.

Still, you were the only one who
believed in my son.

Robert.

Why did you call him Robert?

I couldn't think of a better name for
someone I love. What does that mean,

Janine? Oh, Robert, why must we go back?

Because I don't understand.

How can you tell me that about your son?

When you once told me you didn't love
me.

I only know that... Yes, I once did love
you.

Very deeply.

And I sent you away.

Why?

What does it matter?

We are here now.

Today.

Can't we pick up some of the pieces and
just be happy with that?

Rub at anger and regret such wasteful
emotions.

And between two people who have shared
what was beautiful.

There is some time now for us.

Things to do here.

Places to go.

The mountains.

The chanteuse and fado singing.

In a few days, the Jean -Baptiste
celebration.

We can do nothing.

Robert, please don't talk about the
past.

Be with me for now.

has won the honor.

You need know nothing more.

Go on.

The eight hours, a great collection of
politicians and big shots will be at the

Saint -Jean -Baptiste parade.

It's later's.

Go with you to the parade.

Claudette, what are you trying to do?

You know you cannot.

Then don't you go.

I have to. Why?

To kill someone?

Who?

Like that man Gauthier because he
innocently stood beside the mailbox?

We never planted that bomb.

What difference does it make?

He's dead and you're still planting
bombs.

You don't know what I have to do. I know
that it's a bomb and that it's at a

parade.

You're already facing a prison sentence.

Will you be happier with an execution
for that?

I'm going to do what I must do

up tonight.

Tomorrow at the latest.

Thank you.