All language subtitles for ironside_s02e18_the_prophecy

Mark, it's supposed to be a little
crooked.

You don't want to look like a head
waiter.

Write down how anybody else would do.

What a way to start our weekend.

You're lucky the commission didn't say
tail.

Anyway, if you hadn't told him you
wanted to see those paintings from Luke

tonight. I know.

Just didn't figure I'd have to put on a
straight jacket.

Cheese parties are supposed to be fun.

It's a standard shift.

Mind the fenders, huh?

Right this way to the reception line.
Don't forget to shake hands with the

French ambassador.

Steve,

fix this blasted tie.

Relax, Chief. It's supposed to be that
way.

You look lovely.

Thank you.

What about the rest of us?

You all know Frank and Kate, director of
the Art Society. About 122 years.

Good evening.

I've known Eve since she was about that
high.

Robert, I've arranged for us to get into
the museum after we finished off

Randall Champagne. Let's get started.
Not every day I can look Bob into one of

my little bashes.

And, um, you have three children, all
boys.

But cheer up, there's a girl on the way
soon.

You love a fancy villa, don't you?

Now, who else?

Someone, uh, someone hand me a watch.
Let me touch something.

Believe me, boys, she can predict the
future.

Oh, wait a minute.

Wait, um, I feel something new in the
room.

It, uh, it has wheels.

It's something like a tea cart.

But it's a funny sort of tea cart. I
think tea is in the middle, and I feel

something heavy in it.

Like iron, maybe. Robert T. Ironside.
Bravo.

So one of these cats is a stooge, that's
all.

Oh, Robert.

Oh,

Robert.

Boy, aren't I clever.

Francine, you're a fraud.

This is Mark Sanger, who obviously did
not oil these wheels.

He doesn't look very happy, does he?

I bet you'd rather be chasing after a
girl tonight.

Yes.

A lovely black girl all in silver and
emeralds with golden rings around her

ankles.

Don't worry, you'll catch her.

She sounds a little rich for my butt.

This is Eve Whitfield and Sergeant Ed
Brown.

Good evening, Sergeant.

Oh, you're so pretty, my dear.

How could any husband want to throw you
out of the house?

Oh, wrong again.

Eve isn't even engaged.

Oh, dear. Then I quit. But it worked
with you, Robert.

And it wasn't the wheel.

I'm so glad to see you again.

How about some champagne over here?

By all means, let's eat, drink, and be
merry.

For tomorrow.

I think you'll like the way we've hung
the exhibits off. Of course, the

is the greatest faction.

Oh, Frank.

So sorry to be late.

Not my party.

Chief Ironsides, Paul Cambridge, one of
San Francisco's leading art critics.

I defy you to name the other.

My pleasure, Chief.

Mr. Cambridge.

Quite a high -powered guard, Frank. Now,
the painting is not here. You know

that? Of course.

But perhaps a preview later at the
museum? The official opening for

day after tomorrow.

I see.

I'd better find my host and pay my
respects.

Nice to meet you, Chief.

Friend of yours?

I said he was an art critic.

With a low opinion of your exhibits, I
gather.

He doesn't know a... Finger painting
from a Fragonard.

Frank, Bob, come on. Helen Mayer is
playing for us.

Shall we?

You go ahead. I'll be there in a minute.

Now, please, Mrs. Miller, I want to know
more about that husband of mine.

Not now, dear. No more parlor tricks.

Let's go listen to the music.

Francine, you sure changed me. Now, what
else were you going to tell me?

Nothing important.

After all, you are a policeman, Robert.

What's that have to do with anything?

Well, all I meant was, whatever case
you're working on right now must be just

full of dangerous people, isn't that
right?

Francine, I am just starting a three
-day weekend of fishing at Lake Tahoe.

Now, the only case I'm going to work on
is some imported beer.

No, I don't see Tahoe. Ask them.

They're going.

Now, come on, tell me.

Which numbers are going to turn up on
those state line roulette wheels? I'm

trying to frighten you, Robert. Believe
me.

Never thought you were.

But when I touch you, the same thing
happens.

I see a bird, a huge white bird.

It hovers over you, getting closer and
closer.

And then you're falling. You disappear.

And I can't see you anymore because
you're all in darkness, covered like

Shroud like... Like this.

You don't believe in my nonsense.

But while you're fishing, watch out for
seagulls, won't you?

At least pay that much attention to me.

I hope you all three have a lovely
weekend.

All three of us?

I mean four.

You keep standing in the shadow,
Sergeant.

Oh, I... I'm all confused tonight. I'm
sorry.

Ed, you're not in the shadow.

She can really turn you on. She has a
good act.

It's more than an act, Mark. I've known
Francine a long time.

She's always had an uncanny knack of
predicting the future.

Chief, I was just thinking.

Why don't we drive up to Lake Tahoe
tomorrow?

What's the matter? You forget our plane
ticket?

No.

It's just lovely this time of the year.

The dog will be in blossom? In an
airplane, it's a huge bird.

Never mind.

Bob?

Bob?

I've just had a call from the museum.

It's impossible.

No painting can be taken out of here. We
have six guards.

The finest alarm system west of the
Rockies. Fact remains, it's gone.

And a neat job.

I don't know.

I don't know what happened.

I was just making my rounds.

I was just going to check a da Vinci in
that.

And you saw no one?

No, I don't know.

My head.

Take him out the back way. I don't want
anyone outside to see him. We can't keep

this a secret, Bob.

I've got to call the French ambassador,
notify Washington, the FBI.

That painting was never allowed out of
France before.

Can't you realize the international
repercussions?

There'll be a whisper compared to the
noise I'll make if this gets out before

want it to.

Eve, get the names of everyone in the
building tonight. I want a complete make

on all of them. Right, Chief.

Bob, my men are absolutely trustworthy.
For two million dollars, I wouldn't

trust myself.

Mark? Guards report negative, Chief.

Just working on the chance that the
painting was hidden somewhere in the

Also, there was a call, and it's a
newspaper man waiting out front.

The name's Cambridge.

Oh, no. How did he find out so soon?

They obviously smell something. We can't
keep them out without making them more

suspicious.

All right, Mark, bring him in.

Close off that alcove.

Get the men out of here. But you just
said you... If there has to be a story

about this, it's going to be written my
way. Chief, I think we've got something

here.

This is a service closet used to store
frames and stretchers.

Let's do it more than that tonight.

What time does your cleaning crew go to
work?

Right after closing.

But they didn't come into the swing
tonight. That new pigeon was being hung.

the same brand.

Now we know how the thief got in.

During regular museum hours and hid in
the closet.

But that door's always locked.

Then someone had to let him out.

Ah, Mr. Cambridge.

Chief, you seem to be having a little
excitement tonight.

To a degree.

You have a sharp nose for news.

Well, when you and Commissioner Randall
and Frank Kincaid left the party in such

a hurry... Yes, of course. Come on,
they're right over here.

Don't look so happy to see me, Frank.

I'm ecstatic.

What can we do for you, Cambridge?

Give me a beat. On what?

Oh, come on, Chief.

You're here, the police commissioner's
here, the director of the museum and all

those police cars outside.

Well, it would make an amusing story at
that.

They're amusing.

Don't you think it's funny all of us
hearing a false alarm?

False alarm?

Apparently, short circuit in the warning
system.

Oh, then there's nothing wrong here.

Oh, sorry to disappoint you.

Oh, where is the seraglio?

Back there.

But the official showing is still the
day after tomorrow.

Now, why don't you let Mr. Kincaid give
you the details in his office?

It'll make a good story and the museum
can use the publicity.

I'm an art critic, Chief Ironside.

Not a press agent.

I'm sorry to have intruded, Chet.

Good night.

Frank. Yeah.

If you'd stolen that painting, what
would you have done with it?

Well, it's worth millions.

Of course, it's so famous, I don't know
any dealer who'd handle it. Exactly.

Too hot to handle.

Too hot to steal.

You know, that painting's been
kidnapped.

So the best thing to do is to keep
quiet, sit tight, and wait to hear from

kidnappers.

Let's go, Mark.

Mark.

Black girl.

All covered with silver and emeralds
with...

Golden rings around her ankles.

Didn't stop off, make any calls?

All right, Ed, stay with Kincaid. There
should be some kind of contact soon.

Mark, you're burning the chili.

It's already burned. It's yesterday's.
What's the matter? You still bugged by

Francine's prediction?

Chasing a lovely girl in silver and
gold?

Who's bugged? I'm just trying to figure
it out, that's all. You see, there's

always an explanation for this kind of
thing.

I see. Well, you think I'm like Eve,
carry a rabbit's foot, whistle in

graveyards and walk around ladders?

I'd say something grabbed you.

You're a spilling.

You know, Mark, there are some things we
don't quite understand yet.

There are a few people in the world who
see things we don't all see.

To them, the future isn't...

Mark, you listening to me?

Look, how about this? That lady knew we
were coming to that party, right?

And she also knew that later on we were
going to the museum. Or she could have

heard Ken Cade say it when he came in.

Brilliant.

And since she obviously knows what Da
Vinci looks like... And since she knows

that not many people do, very likely
including me, what does she do?

She tells me that I'd rather be chasing
after a girl who looks like... The one

in the painting. So you've got it all
worked out, and now you feel better.

Because there's an explanation in
reality.

If you can't smell and touch something,
it's just not there. Well, it isn't. It

just can't be.

All right, just left the French
ambassador.

Does this mean war?

Very funny. Oh, I must say, he tried not
to lose his temper.

But it'll only give us a few hours to
test your kidnap theory.

If I'm wrong, we've got another angle.
Mark isn't only going to chase that

he's going to catch her. What?

Francine told you.

Francine, Bob, I'm in a mood for parlor
games.

Don't you realize we borrowed a famous
art treasure from a foreign country?

We're responsible.

We've set up roadblocks, airport, harbor
watches.

Ed Brown is standing by at the museum.
Now, what else would you like us to do?

I'm sorry, but it's as if the Golden
Gate Bridge had disappeared.

How do you know as soon as you hear
anything?

I'll wait up. Wait here.

Have some chili. Chili?

Please. The condition of my stomach
isn't already.

Anything at all, Dee? Nothing yet, I'm
afraid.

Good night.

You're up pretty late, aren't you?

Preliminary makesheets on the museum
staff.

The guards were there.

It's time of the robbery.

Six of them.

Not yet.

Thank you for your trouble.

I'm going to get some sleep.

Well, I'm not tired.

It's only a few hours to morning.

If it's all right with you, I'll just
stick around and... And?

Chief, I was being silly before.

I really don't believe in the
supernatural.

It was just the party, the excitement,
the champagne.

Well...

A friend of mine has been staying with
me.

Mary Bronson, remember?

Well, Mary's single.

Only... When I got home tonight, there
she was.

She just got married to a pilot in the
Air Force.

They couldn't find a hotel room.

So... You're so pretty, my dear.

How could any husband throw you out of
the house?

All right. Mark, explain that one.

Hello, Ironside.

Chief, it's Ed.

Yes, Ed. We got it. The ransom demand.
Phoned in a couple of minutes ago.

Did you trace the call?

No, not enough time.

And the voice was disguised and muffled.

All right, what's the deal?

The Da Vinci for 200 ,000 in cash.

Instructions at 9 a .m. sharp.

How? Where?

La Paloma, half mile west of Coast
Highway.

All right.

Tell Kincaid to go ahead with it. I'll
be there.

Right.

Chief, La Paloma.

But that's... That's the dove.

I'll still be there.

Nine sharp.

Nothing. I can't say it breaks my heart.

What about Ed? Well, he called him five
minutes ago. Hasn't seen his soul.

Yes, I know it's 9 .30.

Is that the commissioner?

Well... Mark?

Of course something's gone wrong.

Obviously, they called Kincaid out here
to give him further instructions for a

meet, but something scared them off.

There's no money safe.

Stop sweating, Dennis. We'll just have
to wait for them to contact us again.

That $200 ,000 doesn't mean much now.

What do you mean?

Read that.

Francine's forecast.

Oh, come on, Eve. Not that again.

Read it.

I foresee trouble for anyone casting
covetous eyes on those priceless

from the Louvre now being exhibited at
the Art Society Museum.

I see San Francisco's finest detective
protecting them.

Well, he might. Leonardo da Vinci's
Immortal Sorority was valued at two

dollars.

No wonder they haven't shown up.

You're expecting the kidnappers to...

Drop in on the skyhook.

So what are you looking at, Mark?

Nothing, nothing.

Just looking? Yeah, just looking.

Mind if I...

Why, Robert.

Mr. Sanger, won't you come in?

Morning, Francine.

Ma 'am. Well, what a lovely surprise.

I thought you'd be on your way to Lake
Tahoe.

Oh, don't tell me I talked you out of
it.

Hardly, Francine. I'm here officially.

Yes?

When did you write that?

Last night.

After I left the party, I dropped it off
at the paper on my way home.

Why?

What's wrong with it? The seraglio was
stolen last night.

The da Vinci.

Oh, no.

Poor Mr.

Kincaid. How could such an awful thing
happen? We're checking that out now.

But that column of yours could give a
suspicious mind the idea that you'd

What?

Why? What did I say?

I knew you were all going on to the
museum last night, so I thought I'd give

a little extra publicity, that's all.

Francine, the people who stole that
painting are holding it for ransom.

At the very least, you have upped their
price.

I'm so sorry, Robert.

What can I do?

Give me some help.

I've written another tip for your
column.

Can you get it? It's been a late edition
today, the street edition.

Of course.

You'll have to get there before noon.

I'll take it down now.

Well, don't you want to read it first?

Whatever you say is all right with me.

There, now, don't leave it at the desk.
Take it directly to the editor. That's

his name.

All right. Be back half an hour.

I'm sorry, Robert.

That's stupid, stupid.

column.

My editor wants me to keep on writing
those silly predictions. That's all all

the time.

The only reason I started writing it was
so I could stay on here.

Jerry's estate wasn't quite enough.

I only met your husband once.

Never realized he was...

Such a sportsman.

Jerry loved danger.

Mountain climbing, flying, sailing.

When we were married, he made me promise
never to interfere with his... his

joyous defiance of the gods.

Is that why you're so afraid for people
who are involved with danger?

Policemen?

No. Not always.

All my life...

I've seen and felt things that I can't
explain. Sometimes they're true,

sometimes they aren't.

But it's so frightening when it's
something violent. I live in terror.

Do you still feel it?

Still see the white bird?

It happened once before.

Same horrible image.

I didn't understand it then, but I was
terribly afraid.

It was the night before he left for the
Honolulu yacht race, and I didn't tell

him.

At the race, he was killed?

Another man fell overboard, and Jerry
went in for him.

Oh, don't you see?

I should have stopped him.

And here you are. It's happening all
over again.

Oh, please, please, Robert, listen to
me.

Be careful.

If it is the truth I've seen, that the
white bird is death, you're death now,

then I can't stand to live either.

She's done it this time. Two million
dollars.

That'll double the ransom at least.

She's proved one thing.

She's not a fake.

We haven't gone to Tahoe.

The painting was stolen.

A husband did throw me out of the house.

And Mark is chasing a black girl all in
silver.

I haven't noticed any shadows bugging
me.

Listen to me, Ed.

We can't let the chief out of our sight.
None of us. Not for one minute.

What are we supposed to do? Shoo white
birds away from him?

Please, Ed, I'm serious.

Can't hurt to keep our eyes open.

Any calls?

Three, all from the commissioner.

Naturally, Miss Kincaid. I left them at
the museum.

And the money?

Back in the safe.

But it better start multiplying.

Not if the kidnappers keep reading
Francine's column.

Late edition ought to be hitting the
streets just about now.

Mark, do you mind?

What are we doing?

Letting her call our shots?

No.

We're firing some of our own. But all we
have are blanks. Not necessarily.

For instance, we can safely assume that
whoever stole the painting didn't break

into the museum. He was already there.

Stayed after closing in the service
closet. Which means he had to be working

with somebody on the inside. Somebody
who'd unlock the door and let him out.

The guards on the night shift were the
only ones left in the building after

closing. Those makesheets are complete.

All of them are clean.

The worst any of them has done is get a
citation for tweeting.

Night shift takes over at six.

Closing time.

Kelly, 555, meters 553.

Farmer, 557.

When they clocked in to work.

Joseph Lorca, 530.

He was the one that was locked.

Hey, that service closet is always kept
locked.

So somebody had to let the thief in,
too.

If I were, we'd give him plenty of time.

But, Chief... Look, it was slugged. He
had to be sent to the hospital. Even the

worst headache might be worth a part of
$200 ,000.

I don't understand, sir.

There haven't been any other newspaper
men around.

Well, I told you I was promised an
exclusive on that...

Little incident at the museum last
night.

Well, all I can tell you is what I told
the police this morning.

You little creep, what did you have to
hit me so hard for? I'm sorry, I'm not

used to this sort of thing.

What are you doing here? Mantini told us
not to meet.

Why haven't I heard from him?

Didn't he make that contact this
morning?

Lousy 200 grand.

It's a whole new ballgame. Well, I
thought so.

I hope he's read this afternoon's
edition.

Correction on an earlier prediction.

A noted San Francisco detective informs
me that he wouldn't pay a cent more than

$200 ,000 for any painting.

And by tomorrow, he won't pay even that.

He's bluffing.

It's worth two million. It's worth two
million. If no one pays, can't you

understand?

This is Ironside's last offer, not a
cent more.

He doesn't get the picture. Then what do
we do with it?

Auction it off?

No one with any brains would touch it.

It's got to be disposed of tonight, as
it was planned.

That's up to Mantini. Then tell him.

Or all we can do with the painting is
look at it.

Yes, Operator. Sergeant Brown.

Car 212, Detective Division.

I see. Well, when he calls, then tell
him he can reach Chief Ironside at the

Society Museum in 15 minutes.

Thank you.

You fool, you almost blow it. I'm sorry,
Mr. Mantini, I was sure nobody'd tell

me. What are you doing here, anyway?

Uh, Cambridge, you come to the hospital.

You got one of them forecast things.
Yeah, I saw it. Cambridge says we ought

take the deal. I say hold out.

Cambridge is right.

Ed Brown.

Works directly with Ironside.

We make the deal and cut out quick.

What do we do with him?

Yep.

He's our life insurance.

I don't understand it.

Ed said he'd check in at 6 o 'clock.

He's only 20 minutes late. What's the
matter? You still scared he'll turn into

shadow? We're ready to go.

Anytime you say, Chief. Now.

Hmm, a black.

She finds I've got this.

May I say who's calling?

Who is this?

It's for you.

He won't identify himself.

That's that.

I can barely hear you. Yeah, fine. Don't
interrupt.

We'll take your price, $200 ,000.

I'll trust you, nobody else.

Deal?

That's a deal. Go on.

approaches the Sausalito coverage.

There are at least four units in the
town, unmarked cars, and they're not to

move until they hear from me.

Right.

Tell the harbor patrol to stay at least
a mile offshore.

Mark, why don't we stop somewhere and
pick up a newspaper?

We've got one, Chief.

Shipping news.

I said, what's happened to Ed? Why
haven't we heard from him?

Well, he's probably still tailing Morka.
Hasn't had a chance to call in.

Gee, we are going to have company in
this, aren't we?

All I could round up when I spend $200
,000, I want more than a painting.

This is all we've got company.

We're thicker.

Yeah, everything's working out for them.
So we've got to have company.

You won't see anybody until I'm sure the
painting is safe.

I don't know. I'll have to do this job
alone.

Chief. We'll both wait right here.

You expect to see a flock of elephants?

around. You got the money?

All right, keep going.

Oh, the painting first.

That good enough?

Joseph Lorca.

Never mind that. The name on this is Ed
Brown.

I know the name.

All right, call it.

All right, let's go.

Well, I'm no art expert.

Anyway, in this light... Or even that.

I'm no expert in counterfeit.

But... I'm satisfied.

All right. What about Sergeant Brown?
Where is he?

He's safe, don't worry.

But you know, kidnap cases.

The hard part's the getaway, right?

You won't make it.

No. Not if you're signaling those guys
following you. Nobody followed us out

here. You saw me. He knows that. Yeah.

But you still got Sausalino surrounded
with cops.

Huh? Right?

Now, me, I don't want to get stopped for
any tickets, just like you want to get

that painting up safe.

Huh?

Yeah, call headquarters.

Call everything off.

That is, if you want to see Sergeant
Braun again.

What else do they say?

That's all.

Just signals off.

Chief's orders.

Well, where is he? What's wrong?

Nothing, he told them.

No pursuit. Secure all units.

We're just supposed to wait, I guess.

Put your hands behind your back.

What are those for?

You heard that call. You're safe now.

Not until we're a good 50 miles out on
the highway.

You're not driving anywhere.

I knew that the minute you said
Sausalito.

No wonder you were chief of detectives.
Where are you going, Brazil?

Duck expedition?

According to the paper, there's only one
ship listed today clearing for Sao

Paulo. Some Australian freighter.

All right, let's go.

Not until I put him aboard his ship.
Here, give me a hand.

too much if I were you.

There's no railing.

Lots of water.

No worry. Nobody's going to get hurt.

See that?

The police department can figure out
which hotel this came from.

Sergeant Brown?

Uh -huh.

He's tied up on the bed.

Nice and comfortable.

I caught her.

Beautiful.

Simply beautiful.

Well, I figured you deserve something
for your efforts, particularly since

partners cut you out of your share of
the ransom.

You'll have to find them, you know,
before you can prove anything against

From the Coast Guard.

Did you lend the chief your crystal
ball, Francie? Not ESP, Mr. Cambridge.

a simple exercise in logic.

Mantini and Lorca had to leave the
country. They picked Sausalito for the

Town and the bay.

There was a freighter outbound for
Brazil.

Doesn't take a clairvoyant to add that
up. Coast Guard intercepted Mantini and

Lorca before they could board.

They should have known. Why?

The name of the ship.

SS Boomerang.

The stars were in the wrong quadrant.

Quig?

Well, Francine, I'm still alive.

You convinced now?

I told you, that's the trouble. I never
can be sure.

I really can't explain how or why I feel
such things.

Well, maybe now you'll stop feeling so
guilty about something you couldn't have

prevented anyway.

Jerry?

You know, you made so much of that white
bird.

Hung it around my neck, like an
albatross.

Hey, that was the name of that old
restaurant on the pier.

Then there was a white bird. Yes, but
here I am.

See how deadly it was?

Thank you, Robert.

Well, now, suppose we have some
breakfast and you can tell us how many

we'll catch up a toffle. Well, I can
foresee a whole boatload and you're

to win a fortune at roulette. That's the
kind of prediction I like to hear.

That breakfast invitation includes you.