All language subtitles for ironside_s02e14_in_search_of_an_artist

For Eve, don't be ridiculous.

I think it'll look good in her pocket,
Chief. That would be an eyesore on a

garbage dump.

Chief?

No.

Chief, we're running out of time.
Tomorrow is Eve's birthday. Correct me

wrong, but wasn't it your idea that we
all go in together on this gift?

Yes. Then we should all be in agreement
on a selection.

Remember, Eve's very difficult to
please.

She's difficult to please.

Hey, what's that?

Coffee grinder.

It's the kind of thing that makes a very
decorative...

Chief,

before we invest $100 in a painting, I
think you ought to know Eve doesn't go

for that kind of thing. She likes
abstract stuff.

Now take it.

Where did you get it? Look at that.
That's very good, isn't it? You have

discerning taste. Where did you get it?

Oh, you've nothing to worry about. My
supply guarantees... Would you please

trying to sell me this painting long
enough to tell me who painted it and

My dear sir, I'm not a detective.

I am.

Could have come from anywhere within a
thousand miles radius of San Francisco,

sir. There's no signature.

I'm afraid you're out of anonymous.

Wrong. I know who painted it.

A friend of mine.

Denny Fielder.

Denny Fielder? A remarkable talent.

Very remarkable.

For a man who's dead.

Now, I ask you, is there any doubt that
these two canvases were done by the same

hand?

Yeah, there's a doubt.

I don't see any similarities at all.

None are so blind as those who will not
see.

All right, I don't know much about art.
I agree with you. Hand me that album.

Now, just look at the technique, the
palette.

Similar color in the background.

Would somebody mind filling me in? Who's
Denny Fielder?

Don't you remember the artist who
married into money?

Jake Stewart's daughter.

Now, that name I know. Jake Stewart was
big in the racket, right?

Was, is correct.

He's now Jack Stewart, public -spirited
citizen.

Sometimes known as the hood who made
good.

It comes back now, a triangle thing. An
artist, his wife, and the chauffeur.

That's right.

Fielder killed the chauffeur and then
died trying to escape.

His car went over a bridge.

The thing I like best about young minds
is their magnificent surety.

Now, if I'd been telling the story, I'd
have said it appeared Denny Fielder

killed the chauffeur. And when his car
went over the bridge a little later, it

was presumed he was killed.

We might also add that it appears he
left a written confession.

And that since his fingerprints were
found on the murder weapon, we presume

came from his hand.

All this happened while I was in the
hospital.

And since it did seem that Denny was
dead,

Just didn't pursue the matter.

But now that there's reason to believe
that he's alive, you're going to charge

to the rescue on the back of a hunch.

That's a little extravagantly put, but
yes.

And that was taken the day Denny had his
first showing.

I was one of his sponsors. In fact, I
introduced him to Leona Stewart.

Right on this spot. They were married
three weeks later.

Well, Mr. Driscoll, what do you think?

It's a feel, pal.

The style is unmistakable.

Would you like this framed?

Yes, I would.

I'll have one of the crew get at it.

Nice meeting all of you. Pleasure, sir.

What happened to his wife, Chief?

Well, Leona moved back under her
father's very rich thumb.

How did those two get together in the
first place? I thought that Princess and

Papa bit only happened in the movies.

My fault, I guess.

I wasn't trying to do any matchmaking
when I introduced him, but she liked his

paintings and he liked her figure.

And after that, it was downhill all the
way?

Fair description.

Then he thought he could cope with
Leona's rarefied taste. Leona was sure

could live happily in a garret with a
poor artist, and they were both wrong.

I think I could learn to live with a
rich wife.

Maybe, but not a rich father -in -law
determined to prove his son -in -law

worthless.

Now Leona needed things, and Big Daddy
stepped in with a helping hand.

Shuford Carb, Fatal Hounds, Beach House.

It was all too much for Denny.

But Jack Stewart is a man few people can
say no to.

Jack emasculated Denny.

Leona took refuge in liquor.

According to the report, nobody's been
in here since the murder. Jack Stewart

simply closed the place up. What does
the report say?

The offer's name was Ralph Neal.

His body was found just about there.

He'd been stabbed through the heart with
an artist's palette knife.

What about Leona? Wasn't she found here
too?

Yes. Stoned.

According to the report, it took an hour
to sober her up.

And the confession?

It was found on the table next to the
murder weapon.

It's right to the point.

I killed him, Denny Fielder.

Looks like the perfect case.

I didn't know perfection was that easily
achieved.

Are you going to say the note's a
forgery?

No.

I'm going to say it's a lie.

Chief, the graphologist verified it is
Denny Fielder's handwriting.

I know Denny's handwriting.

You're going purely on faith.

It's been known to move mountains.

Well, it doesn't wash away fingerprints.

A perfect set of fingerprints on his
palette knife. The only thing missing is

eyewitness.

No eyewitness.

What a pity.

You just missed perfection.

All right, you explain it.

I can't.

But a case with these inconsistencies
bears looking into.

Well, for starters, how are you going to
find Denny Fielder?

That's easy.

I put you two to work.

Hey, you come to the right guy.

See, I was Denny's closest friend.

We were gonna split to Mexico until he
got lucky.

Got lucky?

Come on, you know, when he hooked up
with that chick with all the bread.

Man, that's the way to subsidize the
arts, isn't it?

I wouldn't call what happened to Denny
getting lucky, Mr. Blake.

Come on, come on. It didn't have to
happen that way, you know.

Then he was a dummy.

He blows his cool because Leona's
messing around.

Now, if it was me, I'd let her mess
around.

Tell me something.

Does she still have eyes for artist
type?

I wouldn't know.

Mr. Blake.

Bert, baby.

Bert, baby.

You were with Denny the night of the
murder?

Listen, before we do the interrogation
bit, let me save you some time.

Denny cooled her all right.

You know that for a fact?

Listen, he came up to my place steaming.

He came over here to wail about Leona's
boozing and her old man and everything.

I tried to calm him down, but he went
out of here making all kinds of bad

vibrations.

Listen, is it true about what you said
about, uh...

Denny maybe being still alive?

Up to this point, it's only an
assumption.

Ah, come on.

Now, why would you go digging up a cold
case otherwise?

Boy, what a deal.

Denny comes back from the dead and
cashes in on all that publicity.

You know what, Denny, feel the painting
goes for 10 Gs.

Sure beats cutting off your ear.

Before you get too envious.

I might point out that if Denny is
alive, he faces a murder charge.

The man with his wife's money behind
him, he beat that rap.

You know, it really frosts me, you know
that?

What does?

I'm a better painter than Denny.

I got things in here that have turned
the art world upside down.

But of course, I didn't kill anybody.

I'm not commercial.

Thank you, Mr. Blake. Hey, listen,
before you go, do you know any

Some. Why?

Well, in case they start pushing the
story again, I figure maybe you

my name.

Burt Blake.

The killer's best friend. The guy who
tried to stop a tragedy.

I could use the publicity.

What's so funny?

I'm awfully glad you're not my best
friend, Burt baby.

Officer Brown? Yes.

Hi, I'm Scotty Collins.

Come on in, my sister's inside. Thank
you.

I guess you know Ralph Neal was my
brother -in -law. Yes, I do.

I got him the job here as chauffeur when
he married my sister.

This is my sister Betty.

Officer Brown. How do you do?

Whoever expected it would turn out the
way it did.

At least Mr. Stewart let me stay on
after what happened.

He's pretty good -hearted that way.

One of nature's noblemen. You two stay
here together now.

Yeah. Well, Ralph didn't leave Betty too
well off.

Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

I understand you arrived at the beach
house shortly after the police.

Right. Yeah.

Do you mind telling me about it?

Well, I left here because there was some
maintenance work I forgot to do at the

beach house. You know.

And the boss was real mad about me
neglecting it. So I zipped over there

fast. But, um...

Ten o 'clock at night, I guess.

When I get there, I see that all the
lights are on. I walked in, and there's

Mrs. Fielder laying on the floor next to
my brother -in -law, and he's got this

hole in his chest, and there's a knife
laying on the floor next to him.

Oh, come on, Betty.

Now, you told me it would be all right
if Officer Brown asked a few questions.

I'm sorry.

I thought that it would be.

If you'd rather I came back another
time.

Listen, I told the cops everything that
night.

I mean, I think what they took down is
better than anything I can remember at

this late date.

I'm after something else, Mr. Collins.

I'm looking for a lead on who might have
done it.

Everybody knows that. Fielder did.

I'd like some idea of your husband's
possible enemies.

Somebody you might know who had a grudge
against him.

Nobody had anything against him. He
didn't have an enemy in the world.

What about Denny Fielder?

He had nothing against Ralph.

My husband was faithful to me every
minute of his life.

Surely, Mrs. Neal, you heard about...
About Mrs. Fields?

She may have been untrue to her marriage
vows, but my husband never was.

I think you should go now.

Why are people supposed to drink?

To forget.

It doesn't work.

Why do you drink, then?

Maybe... to remember.

If only I could remember what happened
that night.

Mr. Ironside, I'd be most grateful if
you left my sister alone.

Anita, this is my affair.

I told Mr. Ironside I'd answer his
questions.

You're a fool.

Leona, you do remember going to the
beach house.

Was Denny there when you arrived?

I'd had so much to drink.

Ralph Neal was your chauffeur.

Ralph Neal was found dead in the beach
house.

Did you invite him into the beach house?

You're asking a very sleazy question,
and you already know the answer.

Just what kind of little game do you
policemen play?

Did you invite Ralph Neal into the beach
house?

I think I did.

Yes.

Yes, I did.

It seemed like a good idea.

Obviously, I don't know much about good
ideas. Leona, be careful.

Denny's a good friend here.

may just be shaping a case against you.

Maybe that's right.

Maybe I did it. Leona!

All right, Ironside.

Take your little killy car, turn it
around, and wheel it out of here.

Pleasant good morning to you, Jake.

Oh, yeah, it's Jack Stewart now, isn't
it?

The case is closed.

Not anymore.

Let me tell you something.

I had an awful time getting the press
off my back when it happened. I don't

intend to let him have a field day with
my daughter and myself again.

Can't you lay off of that stuff?

You're afraid people will talk, Papa.

It's a little late for that.

What, do you have to go pawing through
my family's dirty linen floors?

Is that how you get your kicks?

Could you entertain the outlandish idea
that I'm being loyal to a friend?

I feel it was your friend, not mine. He
was a cheap, money -grabbing

opportunist, and he saw a good thing in
my daughter.

He did see a good thing in your
daughter. He loved your daughter.

Thank you for that.

I almost forgot.

Well, that's a big deal. He loved her.

She was stupid enough to run off and
marry him.

Oh, you did fine. You married a -a -a -a
-a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a

-a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a
-a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a

-a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a
-a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -a -

There's no reason to pour through
yesterday's garbage.

There is if Denny Fielder is alive.

Denny.

Hello.

Where? Wherever.

I intend to find him.

I intend to clear him.

Even I've been comparing notes with the
lab technicians.

If Denny did paint this canvas, we think
we know where it might have come from.

Mexico.

We spent five hours in the lab having
this painting analyzed. Why did you have

us bother when you came up with the same
answer?

We do not operate on faith alone. We
operate on facts.

Now, why Mexico?

Well, the paints used are all American
commercial products, but the varnish is

Mexican brand.

Now, don't tell me you can spot Mexican
varnish at a glance.

Go on.

Well, I talked to Denny's artist friend,
Bert Blake.

He said that Denny always wanted to live
in Mexico.

That plus the varnish, not bad.

All right, now let's hear why Mexico
Ironside style.

You spent five hours at the lab with
this canvas. Now, did you bother to look

it in all that time?

Sure I did.

Then surely you noticed the bird in the
foreground.

It's a Quetzal of the species Trogon
resplendent.

So? So the Quetzal is a bird found only
in the tropical areas of Mexico and in

certain parts of Central America.

Now, how are we supposed to know that?

By the strict application of observation
to research and facts.

Exactly.

Chief, I'd like to offer a thought for
what it's worth.

What's that?

If your friend is alive and in Mexico,
and you do find him,

You might be bringing him back to a gas
chamber.

Bob, this is official.

Forget the Jenny Field little business.

Dennis, I have no intention of
forgetting. Then don't do anything about

That's an order.

Commissioner, did Jack Stewart get to
you? Jack Stewart did not get to me.

Then he got to someone who got to
someone else who got to you. Is that it?

that is not it.

Stewart's become a very respectable man
in recent years.

He has the right for some privacy in a
tragic matter like this. What about

Fielder's rights?

Fielder's rights?

I hope you don't intend to follow your
simple -minded lead to Mexico.

I will not sanction it. Why not?

You have plenty of work to do here.

That's true.

That's true.

What are you up to?

I'm agreeing with you.

I don't like being agreed with in that
tone.

You do have other things to do.

I've got all kinds of things to do. As a
matter of fact, I'm very much

overworked. I need a vacation.

I think I'll take it starting right now.

Well, that's the best thing you've said.

Wait a minute.

Where do you intend to spend this
vacation?

In Mexico?

Dennis.

You should have been a detective.

Seven villages in four days.

And they all look alike. Stop sounding
like a tourist. We're not here to enjoy

the local color.

Well, that's good, because I'm not
enjoying it.

Well, split up again, Ed.

You and Eve keep moving southward.

We'll take this section.

Meet you back here in two days?

Same time? Same time.

My years of dedicated bird watching
tells me this is a Cazal.

A rare bird found in the Mexican tropics
and a certain artist painting.

Yes.

Then he painted this also.

He sure did.

Young man.

Where'd you get this?

How much is this?

Seis pesos.

How much?

Only fifty cents.

Señor, esta es la casa del pintor.

Thank you, Pepe.

Pepe, te llevas esos dos allá abajo en
el espejo, por favor.

Córrele.

Ah, norteamericanos.

What can I do for you, senores?

Good morning.

My name is Ironside, and this is my
friend, Mark Sanger.

We understand there's a painter living
here.

You come to buy something?

Come with me.

Vete, Pepe.

You like what you see?

We'd like to see the artist.

Go ahead.

Look. I am the artist.

Guantan Roma. That's my name.

So you painted all these?

Si. You like them?

Very much.

They show a great deal of talent.

And a technique similar to someone else
I once knew.

Well, well, it's strange because I am a,
como se dice, a self -taught.

Look.

This is a jazz musician.

And here I have an Italian sailboat.

And this, this is the market in India.

Is that one on the easel?

What's that?

Oh, this one.

Well, I paint myself.

Let's remember, you know, self
-portrait. Really?

I tell you, I am the painter.

Look.

My self -portrait.

It's not a self -portrait.

If it were, the eyes would be looking
straight out.

You look into your own eyes when you
paint from a mirror.

Denny Fielder did that.

Now, where is he?

You want to see Sr. Fielder?

Okay, there he is.

He died three, four months ago.

He was very sick.

You buried him just like this, beside
the road?

Well, we don't want the police out here.

They ask too many questions.

Maybe they take away all the pictures.

They were lots of money, you know.

So I pretended to be Sr. Fielder.

Already I sell two paintings and a watch
attack.

I guess that's it, chief.

I came a long way to see Denny Fielder.

Too bad, senor.

I'm going to see him. Take him up.

Senor, you are crazy.

I don't dig up a dead man.

All right, we'll do it ourselves.

Mark, find a shovel.

Hello,

Bob.

Been a long time, Denny.

My truck's pretty well.

Denny, you know why I came after you.

Sure.

Take me back.

Don't try it, Bob.

People here are with me. You saw that.

They love me.

What have you been doing?

Subsidizing the town with what you've
been making on your painting?

Yeah.

You know, you try to take me out of here
and they'll hold you till I get away.

They can be tough.

They can, but you can't.

No, you're not going to let them rough
it up.

Why not?

For the same reason that you called them
off today.

You're a little too soft -hearted.

Anyhow, you're going to come back with
this on your own.

I can't go back. I killed a man.

Imagine that.

Well, what's the matter with you? I
killed Ralph Neal, I'm telling you.

I left a confession.

One of the things wrong with the whole
picture is that confession. It's rather

stark, Denny.

If you'd really killed Ralph Neal, I'd
have expected a confession running to

pages.

Probably in blank verse.

Now, let's stop kidding.

You did all this...

You did all this hoping to shield Leona.

I killed Ralph Neal.

My reasons were my own.

Your reasons were as stupid as your
confession.

Hasn't it ever occurred to you that
Leona did not kill Ralph Neal?

What? You heard me.

Look at this man, Mark.

The world's only blind painter.

Didn't you notice that Leona's dress
wasn't torn or soiled? That she had no

bruises?

That there was absolutely no sign that
she'd been involved in any kind of

violence? Didn't you notice that?

Oh, Lord.

Then maybe she... Maybe she didn't kill
him.

Maybe she didn't.

I think we'd better hear the whole thing
right from the beginning.

Okay.

I guess you know that things went pretty
sour with Leona and me.

That night, I decided I just about had
it.

It really worked out.

After I left Bert's pad, I decided I'd
go down to the beach house and...

Have it out with her once and for all.

When I got there, I found Ralph Neal on
the floor.

Dead.

And she was lying right there beside
him.

I was sure she'd done it. What else
could I think?

I started to panic. I didn't know what
to do.

At first I thought I'd take her out of
it.

So I picked her up. You did what?

I picked her up.

I couldn't leave her lying next to a
dead man.

Put her on the couch.

Then I made up my mind.

I was as much to blame for this as she
was.

And here at least was the chance for me
to make up to her for all the misery

we'd caused each other.

So I wrote the confession.

I guess you wanted about the
fingerprints.

No, not anymore.

Denny, this is how it happened.

Shield your wife, you decided, to remove
her fingerprints and substitute your

own.

So you picked up the knife with your
left hand.

You picked up a cloth with your left
hand and wiped the handle,

using the cloth in your left hand.

That's how a left -handed man leaves
right -handed fingerprints on a knife.

Which also accounts for a perfect set of
prints.

No smudges, no smears.

As would be the case if you'd used a
knife in a violent fight.

I don't know. I guess I wanted to make
it look good.

I took what I'm doing.

Well, I picked up the knife and I put it
on the table. Then I wrote the note.

I took off.

I took off.

Must have been going nighty coming out
of that driveway.

Smart. There's a patrol car after me the
second my wheels hit the coast highway.

Believe me, I didn't mean to go over
that bridge.

I just couldn't hold the car at that
speed.

Then what?

Well, obviously I didn't drown.

Well, I holed up till morning and then I
found my way down the coast till I

reached Mexico.

At least you won't have to thumb your
way back.

Bob, I don't want to go back if it's
going to be at Leonis' expense.

Won't be.

It can't be out of gas. We had three
-quarters of a tank this morning.

There's a leak in the gas tank.
Something must have punctured it.

someone.

There's a church at the bottom of the
hill. Maybe the priest can help us.

I'll try to get it rolling.

We could use some light around here.
Know where the switch is?

Are you kidding? They don't have
electricity around here.

They are all dispensable.

Don't they sell powder probably?

Oh, ya se fue el padre.

¿Cuándo regresa?

No sé, pero tal vez mañana.

Saludos, amigos.

I saw your car in trouble.

Fellow North Americanos, huh?

My name is Jones.

Glad to meet you, Mr. Jones.

An elementary precaution. Get his gun,
Denny.

Who hired you?

Beats me.

I got the job through Chattels.

You don't know who's paying you?

It's an impersonal age.

Tell him to hand back the gun, Cop.

What did you say about my having eyes in
the back of my head?

Let's have the gun, kid.

Otherwise your friend gets it.

Don't, Benny.

If he gets the gun, he'll kill all of
us.

What do you know?

We've got a Mexican standoff right here
in Mexico.

Would you kill a man in church?

Now listen to him, Torres.

He's worried about his skin, not your
soul.

We take him outside.

Shut up.

We don't do anything until this young
man makes up his mind that he's got guts

enough to pull that trigger.

Don't let him bluff you, Denny. No
bluff, cop.

Some guys can kill, some guys can't.

I've got to hunt your friend here as a
vegetarian.

Nobody will get hurt.

I promise you.

You all right?

See? Good.

You don't stand a chance, cop.

Why don't you just give up? Take it easy
on yourself.

What about you, Fielder?

You want to give up and let your friends
live?

Don't believe him, Denny.

He's got to kill all of it.

I'm fine. You?

I'm fine.

I'm sorry, Mr. Stewart. They asked us to
come in.

Ironside. You know you're not welcome
here.

This isn't a social call.

Let's get on to headquarters.

Certainly. But you better call your
attorney first.

What am I charged with, the death of my
chauffeur?

No, you had nothing to do with that.

Look, maybe you better go back to the
house, Betty.

No.

She's right, Scotty.

She might as well hear it now.

Scotty, what's he talking about?

Now, take it easy, Betty. Come on.

What are you saying?

When Sergeant Brown interviewed you, You
told him what you saw at the beach

house. I don't remember what I said, no.
You told me that when you went to the

beach house that night, you found Ralph
Neal on the floor.

Yeah, I told you that.

With Mrs. Fielder crumpled up beside
him.

I don't know what I said.

Oh, I do.

Very well.

What you did was describe what you saw
the first time you were at the beach

house when you killed Ralph Neal.

What you didn't know was...

that by the time you returned, Denny had
been there and had placed Leona on the

couch.

Scotty, tell me you didn't do it. You
didn't.

I didn't, Betty.

Listen, you ask the cops to find Ralph.

They told me that he was killed at 9 o
'clock. I didn't leave here until 9. I

didn't get there until 10. You ask them.

Let me tell you what you did, Scotty.
You left here for the beach house long

before 10.

You found Ralph there. You fought with
him.

You killed him and then you came back
here.

Then you found out that you had to
return to the beach house.

What did he have to go back for?

You ordered him to.

He would have been conspicuous by his
absence.

But you didn't do that, did you, Scotty?
You didn't go right back.

You just drove around or had a few
drinks somewhere for courage.

Then you went back the second time.

And you walked into a room full of
police.

I'm telling you, I went there once at
ten.

You couldn't have left here at nine and
been there at ten. You couldn't have

gotten through in an hour. There was a
big traffic jam on the coast highway.

There was?

There was.

I told him a hundred times he couldn't
keep cheating on my sister like he was

doing.

Scotty, why?

Are you lying?

Ralph didn't cheat.

Dead he did, honey.

All the time, I was always covering up
for him.

Then you killed him?

I only went down there to get him away
from Mrs. Fielder.

He'd been making passes at her every
chance he got.

Usually she just smiled and cooled it. I
guess that night she invited him in.

When I got there, she had already passed
out.

I was just trying to get him home before
she came, too.

I was just trying to protect you, Betty,
that's all.

I was just trying to protect her, that's
all.

All right.

Book him in.

Mr. Stewart, too, for attempted murder.

Just who did I attempt to murder?

Mark.

Me.

All right, let's go.

And Denny?

Denny wanted to protect someone too,
Leon.

Where are you going?

I never dreamed we'd get a second
chance, Bob, but we did.

We give you our word this time we're
going to make it count.

Fine.

What do you plan?

Oh, to get as far away from here as we
can.

Like Mexico.

Now, I went there thinking it was the
end, and now it's going to be the

beginning.

Well, hasta la vista.

Bob, I want to thank you for everything
you did for us.

You were truly the proverbial friend in
need.

Rubbish. I went after you because I
needed you.

I happen to have purchased an authentic
Denny Fielder for $100 without a

signature.

That's why I went chasing after you. I
had an investment to protect.

Now, sign it.

Goodbye. Goodbye. Thank you. Bye -bye.
Bye. Good trip.

By the way, Chief, you were really on
shaky ground there trying to trip up

Scotty. If he'd kept his cool... He
didn't want to keep his cool. He wanted

clear his conscience. I just helped him
along, that's all.

With that phony traffic jam story.

You been checking the accident reports
again?

We did find one in Fresno. I'll accept
an error by the report. Hey!

Where are you taking that?

Home. It's my birthday present,
remember?