All language subtitles for Ironside s06e01 Five days in the death of Sgt Brown 1

We knew Frank Harmon was going to make a
buy, but we didn't know where.

I tailed him from San Francisco to Los
Angeles, keeping in close contact with

local and federal narcotic authorities.

middle of the week but there was plenty
of activity at the marina i was

interested in one man

the

contact was made i waited for the
exchange

Harmon saw he was caught, so he
surrendered.

The cellar went into the water.

An officer dived in, tried to find him,
but we had no luck.

Was the man that you referred to as the
cellar ever apprehended? No, sir.

Now, Sergeant, tell us exactly, how did
this assignment come about?

We'd received, that is, my boss, Chief
Ironside, had received a telephone tip.

We were told that a large shipment was
coming in soon.

Are you a lousy creep? What, are you
trying to play hero or something, huh?

Metal! Metal, you're going to get me to
kill you off, Brown!

Listen, I'm going to take care of you
myself, Brown! Do you understand that?

I'm going to tear you apart!

Because of the bad impression left by
this unfortunate incident, the defense

would like to ask for a recess at this
time. All right, Counselor. Due to the

lateness of the hour, court is recessed
until 10 o 'clock tomorrow morning. The

jury members are again cautioned not to
discuss the case.

All rise.

Later.

How about that guy, Bun?

You plan to do anything about it?

We've been threatened before.

I'll tell them. Note.

I'll go with you.

Sergeant Brown, I hope you'll accept my
apologies and my assurances that my

client was in no way responsible for
that little outburst.

You know the chief?

Mr. McGuire?

My timing may be all wrong, but may I
say I'm an admirer of yours?

That's pleasant to hear at any time.

Even though I think you failed to
provide our DA with a case this time, I

you to know I have great respect for
your work in San Francisco. Thank you.

a great city.

I only hope you won't be bored by Los
Angeles.

Never have been in the past.

Phil. Matter of fact, Los Angeles has a
great deal to recommend it.

I was going to wait for you, darling.
Now I won't have to. What a nice

What are you doing here? Didn't your
secretary tell you I called?

No, she didn't.

Possibly because I didn't. Hello, I'm
Polly McIver.

Since you aren't going to introduce me.
Sorry, Mrs. Chief Robert Ironside,

Sergeant Brown. How do you do? I'm so
pleased to meet you.

My pleasure.

But I'm not so sure about the star
witness against my husband's client.

I can't say I blame you.

Goodbye. Goodbye. Again, I'm sorry.

Well, looks as if we get the afternoon
off, too.

Right.

Let's round up Fran and Mark and get
down to some serious business.

Serious business.

It is for me, after sitting in a
courtroom all day.

There's enough ice, but I could use
another splash of soda. Oh, it's inside.

Hey, hurry back so we can make a toast.

To what?

A tough case marked closed.

Well, I'm always in favor of
constructive drinking.

But this is one I'm not too sure of.

Let's look at all the loose ends.

Who's the dealer?

How do you get this stuff into the
country and of all places in the world

meet? Why a busy marina in the middle of
the day? Oh, we may have Harmon.

There's more to this case than him.

Fran, what's happened to the soda?
Nothing happened to the soda. Where's

bottle opener?

Oh, I found it.

I got a real problem for you to work
out.

Where are we going to do that? Any place
is all right with me as long as it's

Mexican. As long as it's Mexican.

Where's Ed?

Where is he?

Why don't they tell us something?

Well, there's something to tell us.

Are you sure he was still alive when
they got to him? They're not just saying

that. There must be a coffee shop
somewhere in this building. Why don't

if you can find it? I don't want any
coffee. Well, I do.

Why don't you get it yourself?

Sure. Why don't I get it myself?

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

Anything?

Only cops found the room where the shots
were fired. Nothing. No prints.

No dust. Not anything.

There's no way to connect the shooting
to Bundy or Harmon.

They're gonna be all right?

We're about to find out.

How is he? We're still working on him.
The bullet missed all vital organs, but

that fall must have been a beauty.

You'll have a nice set of scars.

What you're saying is he'll live.

No doubt about it.

Why don't we go into my office? I'll
wait here.

I need that cup of coffee.

That's all done.

It's not Big Brotherism. It's my shop. I
have to know what's going on.

What about Ed?

Well, as I indicated to you, it was a
nasty fall, and with the surgery and

ruptured spleen, he lost quite a bit of
blood. And?

How about a drink?

Oh, I need it.

It was bourbon, wasn't it?

How long has it been, Bob?

About as long as I've been in this
chair. Now tell me about Ed.

Well, we won't know anything for a
while. It'll be 24 or 48 hours. Why?

We're looking for some sign, some
sensitivity, movement.

It's his spine.

Welcome back.

Just take it easy. Don't try to talk.

You're in the Craig Institute, Los
Angeles.

Shut up.

You were hit.

You went off the terrace.

Who? We don't know yet. LAPD's working
on it.

I can make it.

With flying colors.

No jive.

No jive.

I'll wait now.

Good morning, ladies.

Understand I missed a good one last
night.

Oh, which one was that?

The cop.

Got himself all shot up? Oh, yeah, 320.

Hmm.

Understand, he's kind of good looking.

Hope he didn't mess up his face.

Well, he did mess.

Rick, so fine, clean.

Yes, doctor.

Ah, never fails.

Everything good happens when I'm off.

Have a good day, lady.

See you later.

O 'Hara's male and female are all the
same. The bloodier, the better.

Hey, buddy, you got something for me?

Some guy sure die hard.

It's crazy.

Sure it is, man.

The whole world's crazy.

Why not us?

It's not funny, Rick.

It's heavy trouble.

Hey, man.

It's heavy bread, too.

Look, if you don't want to help me, it's
okay.

I'll find some other way.

Just got the report back on 215. The
doctor probably wouldn't want to see

All right, if I'm going to take the fire
stairs, check everyone coming on this

floor. Smith, go down there. If you dry
on the end of the corridor, you stay

here.

Third floor, Ms. Thompson.

Yes, doctor.

Yes, yes, yes, that's right.

Excuse me, ladies.

Sergeant Ed Brown's room.

320.

Wow.

It's a bad time somebody got here.

May I see your identification, please?

I'm Officer Fran Belding, San Francisco
Police Department.

This is Mark Sanger.

We're with Chief Ironside. He's in with
Sergeant Brown.

Oh, well, how is he? He'd be a lot
better if nobody tries to kill him.

Well, we're sure going to try to see
that.

My name's Lieutenant Ben Roche. Can you
prove that?

Why, yes, ma 'am. Morning, sir.

Are you a hospital employee?

Well, I guess so. I'm Dr. Crane.

May I see some identification, please? A
driver's license, perhaps?

Yes, of course.

It's not a very good picture.

No, sir. They never are.

Martha.

Yes, sir?

What's going on here?

I want you to stay outside the store and
see that nobody, I mean nobody, gets

inside that room unless they're
authorized personnel.

Yes, sir. I'll get you a lift.

Lieutenant. I'm Dr. Craig. That's
already been established. I wish someone

called my office before filling the
corridors with policemen. David, I sent

police protection.

I'm sorry if I've offended you, but I
thought it might be a good way to avoid

serious trouble later on.

I'm just afraid that the sight of so
many armed policemen might alarm the

patients. Rogers, can I talk to you for
a minute?

Sure.

Surely a murder attempt would be even
more disturbing to your patients.

What about Albany's charges?

I looked on the rack. I looked on the
desk. It has disappeared.

Come home.

I was there. I say the priest said he
would take care of Ed. I heard him say

Here.

What did you want her to do? Jump up and
bite you? Shoot him?

Sure, I'd like to.

But? But he's gone.

That's right.

He's gone. Even the usual police
informers don't have a line on him yet.

Well, one man might know where he is.

Oh, this is laughable. You think you're
going to come in here and sit down with

me and have a nice cozy little chat?

You know something, Ironside? You've got
to be out of your mind. Perhaps.

You know something else? You're as crazy
as he is for bringing him here.

Well, I wasn't convinced it was a good
idea. No, I'll tell you, it was a lousy

idea. I could be watching a ball game on
TV.

I'm afraid your client doesn't agree
with your admiration for my work.

Work? Your work?

Let me tell you something. You got lucky
with me, Ironside.

You got real lucky. Some crybaby punk
opens up his mouth, so you decide to

Frankie Harmon, huh?

Well, your boy did the work, and where
did it get him?

Frank.

All right.

All right?

What do you want?

To share a thought with you?

Most of Sergeant Brown's testimony was
already on record.

It was too late to remove him as a
witness, even by killing him.

So why go to all the trouble?

Chief Ironside, I'm sorry, but I don't
believe this conversation is in the best

interest of my client. Whatever I say in
this room, Mr. McIver, your client is

going to prison.

It only remains to be determined for how
long.

You like that, don't you? That makes you
feel good all over putting me away.

Makes you feel real good, doesn't it?
Oh, stop bellyaching.

If you wanted to stay out of prison, you
shouldn't have broken the law. It's

that simple.

For you, maybe.

What do you know about the streets?

Where do you think I grew up? In a lilac
patch?

You chose your way.

one of these days.

When are you going to be out of that
chair?

Now, Frank, for Pete's sake.

I don't know what to say.

I came to ask your client a question.
I'll ask it now. Where's Al Bundy? I

couldn't care less. Well, you should. He
shot a cop.

When we nail him for that, we will nail
you for that, too.

Well, you'll prove it, mister. Prove it.

Let me out of here. I won't have to
prove it.

He's your boy. He takes his orders from
you.

Oh, no.

those orders he didn't.

And it's too bad about your cop.

You know that? I mean, it's too bad that
whoever shot him wasn't a better shot.

That was dirty.

Look who's laughing.

Well, congratulations.

I thought you'd abandoned me. No chance.

I must have been. I wasn't expecting all
this hilarity.

Yeah, well, they asked me how I'm
feeling.

Had I made the mistake of asking him not
to make me laugh? Time's up. I think

you've had enough pressure relief by
now. Yeah, I think so.

We'll get Ethan.

No, we'll talk about it later.

No, now, please.

No, now.

I want to know how you are feeling.

A bit tight in the chest.

I hurt everywhere.

I think I'm good for about another five
minutes.

Okay, I spoke to Harmon.

I don't think he had a thing to do with
it. Well, sure, he didn't. He was locked

up, but Bundy wasn't. I don't like that.

We heard Bundy make the threat.

I like that even less.

Bundy has ice water in his veins, always
has had. Now, why finger himself as an

executioner in front of the whole world
just isn't his style.

Good morning.

Good morning, Doctor. What is this, a
convention?

You out, you out. And me?

It's all right, we're just leaving.

Mark, I need a favor.

Transcript of Ed's testimony.

While the trial is on, that's good.

Use my name if you have to.

Threaten, steal, bluff.

Make love to the stenographer if it'll
help.

Yes,

sir.

Ed. Try not to laugh.

You want anything?

No, thanks.

I'll see you later, then.

and my testimony will do.

Neither do I. But it'll give me
something to do until we get our hands

and bring the truth out of him.

Yeah, I could use a little truth myself.

Okay.

You know, you've got a broken wrist.

You know, they had to...

and stop the bleeding.

I've been operated on before, Chief.

What is all this?

I think I could sleep for a little while
now.

If you don't mind.

I wish I hadn't told him.

Somebody had to.

Step this way, please. We already got a
passage downstairs.

I know, sir, but I am to see them.

And if I might see some personal
identification also.

Will my license do? Yes, it'll be fine.

All right, sir. Thank you for being so
patient. Okay.

Wait on ten minutes.

Oh, okay, Dad.

Good evening, Dr. Ritter. Good evening.

Evening, love. How are we doing? Oh,
don't ask.

You working nights now? You want to live
high, you got to make the dough.

You know Ricky, hmm?

No. New?

About six months new.

Goes to show you. Listen, you got an
emergency hysterectomy for us.

Not that I know of.

322.

What, are you crazy or something? I've
got a man in 322.

Oops.

You suppose it could be 422?

It's me.

Well, you don't mind if we take a look,
do you? Suit yourself.

But if you get a hysterectomy out of
that room, I'm going to write a paper on

it.

She was right.

There's a man in here.

Well, let's see if we can find her
someplace else.

Wiggle your toes.

Wiggle your toes, Sergeant.

How? Nothing works.

Do as I tell you.

Come on now, try to move your toes.

Yes, Sergeant.

That fascinates you, doesn't it?

How is he, David?

He has a chance for a full recovery.

What kind of chance?

But the bullet shattered a nerve
junction in your spine.

What does that mean? It means that
there's no reason that you can't live a

and productive life. It means that when
you leave here, You can do anything you

like.

Anything except walk.

You have a doctor here working on some
sort of grant developing a new technique

for treating spinal cord trauma.

Are you taking to reading medical
journals these days?

I see.

He's our chief of medicine, Dr. Hunter.
He's working on a protein nutrient we

call polypeptides, which we hope... No,
no, no, it's not Paul Hunter. This man's

a surgeon, William Ritter.

Well, you are reading.

Yes, he's here. I'd like him to see Ed.
There's no need for that. He's

qualified, isn't he?

Well, he's the vet. Well, Bob, Ritter's
technique is still experimental.

And Sergeant Brown's injury... David,
you're not denying that boy a right to a

consultant, are you?

Get me Dr. Ritter, please.

Oh, wow.

That's fantastic, Bill.

You wouldn't know it was the same
animal.

I am really impressed.

I would be, too, if I saw one patient,
one human being, get up on his feet and

walk right out of this hospital. That'll
happen, too.

Yeah, but when?

Bill, I keep telling you you have to
publish. You've got to write a paper.

No, not yet.

You remember that little article I did
on polypeptides?

I just mentioned your technique in
passing. Look at the interest it

It was premature, and you should have
left me out of it.

Well, it's pretty difficult to mention a
chemical that helps regenerate severed

nerve fibers without first mentioning
the technique that reconnects them in

first place. Until that technique is
proved successful, how do you combine me

personally?

I'm not going to have it published.

Football is around this world, so some
hot shot researcher in Timbuktu can get

the jump on me with it. There are some
great medical minds out there.

Men that might pass some improvement
along to you. You know, maybe one of

hot shots in Timbuktu is also using
sheath wrappers to help repair nerve

And if he is, you might share an idea
with him, or vice versa.

And you know that this oxygen chamber is
going to develop a lot of interest in

loads of people.

Dr. Ritter's lab.

What's going on here? Did Craig put you
up to this? No, he didn't.

Okay, right away.

All right, Paul, look. You're close to
him. Mm -hmm.

Did he ever say anything about why he
won't give me the green light to

How do you know why?

Dr. Ritter?

Yeah, it was Dr. Craig. He wants to see
you.

Jan's waiting for me downstairs.

I promised to take her to dinner. Oh,
I'm just telling you, you got delayed.

Will you tell her I'll make it up to
her? Will you tell her that, Paul?

Sure.

Delays, delays, delays, delays.

You're going to make excuses for him.
Don't bother. He's really sorry, Jan.

he is going to make it up to you.

That's what he said about my 14th
birthday and my 15th birthday and my

birthday. Is today your birthday?

No.

No, I was just going to have a whole
hour with my father.

But it won't be the first time I've
spent an evening alone.

He is a dedicated man.

Yeah.

Particularly when it comes to the
William Thomas Wakeman Award.

Oh. Well, how can he be numero uno if he
keeps taking time off from his

invention to visit with his daughter?

Some sneak might pick up a scalpel and
feel the thunder.

Jan, don't you think you're being maybe
just a little bit hard on him?

Yeah, probably.

I'm sure thousands of people who benefit
from his work would think so.

Yeah.

After all...

dates Ben Franklin broke with his
daughter when he was out playing with

kite.

And I don't remember any criticism of
Thomas Edison because history gave him

sole credit for the light bulb either.

Oh, which has nothing to do with pizza.

What?

Oh, you know what's amazing?

I have had my mouth set on pizza all
day. And I do have the night off. How

you like some company?

Do you like anchovies? Hate them. Let's
go.

Do you play cribbage?

I don't want to brag, but according to
many reliable sources, I am probably the

worst cribbage player of all time.

That bad?

Mm -hmm.

I didn't hear that.

Dr. Hunter.

You're wanted in pathology, doctor.

Some other time.

On the way.

Mark?

I thought I heard you.

Did you just get in?

Well, I haven't been to bed yet.

The foul deed is done, transcript of
Ed's testimony.

Threats, bluff, or, uh, did you?

Don't ask, I'm a gentleman.

It really happened?

Yeah, it really happened.

I woke up this morning, and while my
mind was still, well, you know, kind of

fuzzy, I thought, no.

It was only a bad dream.

Ed wasn't shot. He didn't break his
back. Well, you thought wrong. You

wake up.

Mark, what's wrong?

Wow.

You know, I was only this far away from
him.

If only I'd been looking at him, I might
have been able to grab him, but I

wasn't looking.

Mark.

Why wasn't I looking? Why didn't I grab
him? We were all here.

You were inside.

The chief couldn't have.

Only me. I'm the only one.

If I'd been looking at him when he got
hit.

Instead of worrying about my own body.

Hello. Thought you might like some good
news for a change.

All right, that's our man. Let's move
in.

A list of Frank Harmon's contacts.

Bundy was planning a takeover while his
boss was inside.

That doesn't mean he didn't shoot Ed. I
think it does.

He was in Vegas a dozen witnesses.

That would mean that the threats in
court was just a phony show of loyalty

he was flying the double cross.

Somewhere out there is a man we don't
know who wants to kill Ed Brown for a

reason we don't know.

Will you tell us, Sergeant, please?

I can't.

Well, try to move.

Yeah, I'm trying.

Well, try harder.

I can't. Well, you could yesterday.

Well, today I can't.

Well, let's try something else.

Tell me if you feel anything.

You feel anything?

No, I don't feel anything.

You feel this?

No. Anything at all?

No.

You tell me if you have anything fishing
whatsoever.

Anything?

I don't feel anything, no.

Anything at all? Do you feel anything?

No.

Sasha, I want you to try to wiggle your
toes.

102, next door, I am.

See you later, Sergeant.

This is what's doing it. There's
pressure being exerted on the cord right

Fiber bundles and peripherals are being
stretched.

You think there might be some tearing,
too?

I don't find out.

This is Dr. Riddell, our scheduling
place.

What are you doing, Bill?

I've been waiting for this case for a
long time.

The optimal patient.

I'm going to operate.

Don't you think David might have
something to say about this?

No. David, we're facing an incomplete
lesion.

Progressive. We can't wait.

Paralysis is moving up the spine.

If we do anything, it'll be open -cord
cooling.

We cool the spinal cord with saline
solution. That'll lower the metabolic

and reduce the swelling.

That's not enough.

I think we're involved with tearing.

That's a whole new ballgame.

That means microsurgery, sheathing,
pulse polypeptide infusion.

High oxygen chamber.

Everything I've been working on, my
whole technique.

Your technique, doctor, is still in your
lab. It's ready, I'm ready, and the

patient's ready. We won't know that for
sure until we examine the spinal cord.

And as for your technique, nobody knows
much about that. What are you saying?

Publish it or forget it? No, I mean,
you've been so secretive about this that

none of your fellow neurosurgeons has a
chance to evaluate or criticize it. For

better or worse.

Yes?

All right. Thank you, Martha.

Did you talk to the patient about this?

Yes, I did. There was no time for
protocol.

I'm afraid the whole thing is academic
anyway, Bill.

Sergeant Brown has just refused to sign
any kind of surgical release.

I suppose you'd like an explanation.

Of what?

Long time ago.

I got your hopes up because you thought
you had some kind of feeling in your

legs. Thought I did.

Yeah, I thought you had.

It nearly blew your mind. Or have you
forgotten that part?

No, I haven't forgotten.

I let myself believe in a false hope.

Yeah, well, see, I learned from that.

I can face the truth without...

building up any false hopes. I'm facing
it now and I can live with it.

Because I can?

Yeah.

Because you're as good as me and you can
do anything I can do? You said it.

All right.

I want to tell you something.

I don't live with it. I die with it
every day in every way.

If right now someone offered me one
chance in ten million in my life or my

I'd grab it.

I couldn't live if I didn't do that.

If you don't, you're a fool.

I don't have time to waste on fools.

scared.

So am I.

If it fails, then I'd really have to
face

reality. No choices left.

My case was always hopeless.

Yours isn't.

I don't care if they use new techniques
or old ones.

You just can't lie there and not let
them try.

What did he say? Is it on or off?

We're to pick up Sergeant Brown for x
-ray.

Okay. See the officer at the door.

Are they hospital attendants? No, ma
'am.

Interns? They're a couple of male
nurses.

One of those male nurses is wearing
Brown's shoes.

Stop them.

Now hold it up there.

Let me check your order again.

God, I don't know what I'm thinking now.

Good morning.

Laundry mark indicates the whites belong
to a Maurice Goodson.

Is there such a person? Yeah.

I've already spoken to him. He's one of
your male nurses. He previously reported

that several uniforms were stolen from
his apartment.

Apparently his shoes didn't fit.

Any record on the dead man?

No police record. The man's name was
Vernon Duff, dishonorably discharged

from the Army because of a knife fight
in the PX.

Oh, yeah, this little...

This little number was found in his
pocket.

Evidently, he was planning a little
surgery of his own.

Have you scheduled Ed's operation yet?

Tomorrow morning.

You?

Ritter.

Will you try it again, operator, please?
I'm not getting an answer. It's my home

phone, and my daughter should be there.

She didn't say anything about going
outside.

Bill, wherever she is, I just hope she's
having fun.

Please don't go.

I just paid the hostess ten bucks to let
me submit to you.

You're so lowly.

Well, yeah, but I wanted someone to talk
to and you look nice.

And because you weren't dancing, I can't
dance because of this trick back that

keeps going out on me.

Would you mind just sitting and talking?

No.

I wouldn't mind.

You know, we should have checked out of
the hotel.

Leave the shame to waste the money.

If they can afford it, I'd rather not
tip our hand.

You, uh, doing us any good?

no guarantee that what I'm looking for
is in here.

I only know that this knife means that
Ed Brown is a threat to someone.

We've got to find out who that someone
is.

He's going to try again.