All language subtitles for the_master_s01e05_high_rollers

Look, Beaumont is selling arms, period.

Why? Now, either you print this story or
I'm taking a hike.

Sorry, fellas, the dance car door filled
up.

Tell me about my daughter.

You find Keller and McAllister and get
rid of them.

Let's get out of here. Good idea.
They'll be right behind.

They laid the whole thing out right in
front of me.

And the knowledge of it will die with
me.

Oh, cuss.

John Peter McAllister, the only
Occidental American ever to achieve the

arts discipline of a ninja.

Once part of a secret sect, he wanted to
leave, but was marked for death by his

fellow ninjas.

But he escaped.

He's searching for a daughter he didn't
know he had.

Pursued by Okada, once the master's
student, now sworn to kill him.

The master found a new student.

That's me, Max Kelvin.

But we knew Okasa would be behind us, in
the shadows, ready to strike again.

My name is Okasa.

I'm looking for John Peter McAllister, a
master like yourself.

I must have proof.

You are indeed McAllister's student.

You are willing?

Hi,

I'm Max Keller.

As you can see, Ocasa was still behind
us, trying to discover the master's

whereabouts.

As deadly as ever.

You are the master's pupil.

He was here two days ago.

You must tell me where he's staying.

He departed for New Orleans, I believe.

Something about a newspaper story.

His daughter.

New Orleans.

You know, the girl in this picture
doesn't have to be your daughter.

Same name?

Same dark hair, slender, blithe plane.

And hanging out with what?

A mid -eastern gun runner and a rich
crook? Or so she told the reporter, Eve

Michaels. You're hoping it isn't my
daughter.

Aren't you? Just a little.

If it is her, she's into some serious
trouble.

Then we'll get her out of it.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Say, listen. Want me to pull over and
undo those ropes?

Why?

That thing must be shrunk tight as a
drum by now. Double knots?

Even Houdini couldn't get out of there.

Houdini used ninja escape techniques.

Junon Taiso.

Ancient method of conditioning.

Stretching, flexing.

Even the body can move if you let it.

There you go.

Fantastic. When we get to New Orleans,
you'll teach me this?

If we get there.

You missed your turnoff about a mile
back.

With your eyes closed?

Well, let's hope you don't get lost in
the Mardi Gras.

Michael, I'd have to be out of my mind
to put further accusations like these.

Oh, come on, Sam. If Beaumont wasn't
guilty of what Miss McAllister says he

he would have had us in court the day
after the first dory appeared.

Maybe. And maybe he's got too much class
to even acknowledge it.

Or maybe he doesn't want to draw
attention to himself.

Are you sure you're not letting your
partner's disappearance cloud your

judgment? Oh, come on, Sam. That's got
nothing to do with this. I mean, I

believe there's some connection. Wait a
minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.

What about this McAllister gal? What do
we really know about her?

She's the best source I've ever had.
I've checked and double -checked. Look,

Beaumont is selling arms, period.

Austin Beaumont.

Old line family, candidate for state
senator, worth maybe, what, 50 mil?

Why? He's broke.

It's all in there.

Look, Sam, this is a big one. My big
one. Now, either you print this story or

I'm taking a hike.

That's what I was waiting for you to
say.

I'm going to run it tomorrow morning,
but you have to do me a favor.

This, uh, Mrs.

McAllister's a little vague about this
meeting with, uh, what's -his -name,

Fauci. Now I want dates, times, and
places. Sure, I'll get back to you just

soon as I talk to her. She's safe.

Bye, Sam.

You're a doll.

Evie.

In case I haven't told you, you're a
hell of a guy.

Not a bad reporter.

Listen, all I'm saying is don't get your
hopes up too high.

Max, they are my hopes.

Most fathers meet their daughters when
they're born. And yes, I am scared.

I know.

She might not even like me.

I might not even like her.

You figure she and her mother get along?

I don't know anybody that can get along
with Laura Kennedy.

For about two months there, I thought I
did.

Korean War, right?

Yeah.

Then one morning, she was gone.

Just like that. 29 years later, you
discover you're a father.

Doesn't everybody?

For later.

Good idea.

Let him go.

Out of the way, kid.

You should listen to him.

Makes letters.

Listen, thank you. I need Michaels.

You're kidding.

I'm John Peter McAllister.

I talked to you by phone.

I'm Terry McAllister's father.

Oh, I didn't expect you.

But I'm glad you showed up when you did.

Your daughter told me all about you.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Any idea what that was all about?

Several. All named Beaumont.

Let's get her out of here.

Sometimes reporters are a little too
pushy for their own good.

About Beaumont.

Are you sure, Austin, Beaumont is
dealing in drugs and arms?

You got all this from Terry?

Not all. I have a writing partner, Alan
Perry.

He disappeared two weeks ago.

Beaumont? I haven't proven it yet.

Ellen was in Zurich researching
Beaumont's connections there.

I know Beaumont grabbed him.

Are the police on to him?

Forget it.

Why do you think I haven't bothered
calling them about the fun and games in

parking lot?

You suggest Beaumont is anything less
than a saint in this town, and they're

ready to lock you up.

So you see, Mr. McAllister, it really
is... McAllister, huh?

He's got a nice ring.

Well, how do you like my plate?

Oh, no, not just me. My daddy was really
the first. He played cornet with King

Oliver and Isham Toms.

You fellas got the good fortune to be
seeing New Orleans at her absolute best.

Flowers in her hair, kicking up her
skirt, singing and dancing like there's

tomorrow. And if you don't have the time
of your lives, I'm coming

after you, you hear?

I wouldn't risk it.

Smart move.

Well, it's nice talking to you.

Have a nice time here.

She said her nickname's Blind Will. She
only sees what she wants to see, which

is just about anything that goes on in
New Orleans.

Leroy Hodges!

I knew it was you. I'm sorry. Fort
Wayne, Indiana.

Pardon me, but... Oh, same old kidder,
Leroy, aren't you?

Sorry, ma 'am, but... It's me, Harriet
Cooper.

Well... Formally. Went and married
Lester Milburn.

Because you wouldn't give me a tumble.

Mrs. Milburn, I think you've made a
mistake.

Oh, sure I have.

For heaven's sake, when will Bernice and
Alice see you?

Oh, Billy Goof, that's my sisters.

I told them all about you.

They're here in New Orleans with me.

Enjoy yourself.

Mrs. Milford, but you can see that I...
Oh, certainly. I see you're busy.

We're staying at the Chelsea.

I'll call you.

Okay.

Now, look, I'll put you together with
your daughter just to... No, you look,

Miss Michaels.

I'll take full responsibility for
Terry's safety. I just want you to tell

where she is now.

I don't know where she is, not right at
this moment.

Yeah, but you said... She got nervous.
She insisted on moving.

I won't be hearing from her for at least
24 hours, but when I do, I'll let you

know.

Immediately.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to
polish up some copy for tomorrow's

24 hours, then.

Listen, I'll walk you back to your
office. Thanks.

I don't think Beaumont will be trying
again.

At least not until he sees tomorrow's
paper.

Another time, Max?

That girl's right about one thing.

Austin Beaumont's a bad dude.

Runs in his family.

You know him?

Know him?

My great -great -grandmother was a slave
on the Beaumont's plantation.

Where is the plantation?

Oh, upriver a few miles.

There's not much left no more but the
manor house and a few acres.

But Beaumont's big on keeping up
appearances.

Remember that.

Let's go.

Leroy, remember the afternoon you got me
to cut chemistry class?

How could I forget?

Leroy must have been some kind of
animal.

Maybe you ought to call him.

Warming up for tomorrow's festivities.

You suppose they'd notice a couple extra
guests?

You asking me for a date?

And me without a thing to wear.

Tell you you'll think of something.

I just adore all this, Austin.

A pity more of our crowd doesn't observe
the old tradition.

Ah, yes, a pity indeed, Mrs.

Farley. Thank you for appreciating my
little gesture. I hope you'll remember

come election time.

Excuse me.

I assume that two million dollars are
advanced. You will cover my modest

appetite for food and drink.

Get out. No, Mr. Beaumont. I want my
guns. My people are becoming nervous. I

nervous. My sources inform me that the
armed shipment will remain in New

for only two more days.

Love your costume, darling.

So macho.

I try.

Where the hell have you been?

Did you get it?

Splendid. Are you sure it's the right
one?

Good.

10 a .m., Beauregard.

You'll have your order by tomorrow
night.

Hey, we gotta get out of here.

Clever costume.

A ninja.

Interesting subculture. Goes back to the
16th century.

Some say even before.

Beyond recorded history.

My name's John Peter McAllister.

McAllister. Should I, uh... Terry's
father.

What is this?

Some sort of joke.

The Michaels woman, she put you up to
this, didn't she?

Tell me about my daughter.

Crow.

He was in the parking lot.

He saved the reporter.

He saw his friend outside.

Would you show Mr.

McAllister to the study?

Can I take a rain check?

I've got something real great for
relieving tension.

Okay, killer. Come with us.

Sorry, fellas. The dance car door filled
up.

Captain, there you are.

Cynthia, they said you weren't going to
be here.

Really? Be right back, fellas. No
problem.

I like your approach.

I like the way you swim.

Catch you later.

I can't take you anywhere, can I?

Told you I was fun at parties.

Glad you dropped by.

Okay, that was the 14th Asha Ben Fawzi
in Beaumont. And they met where?

Thanks, Terry. That's terrific. I'll get
back to you later.

There you go. Four clandestine meetings.

Times, dates.

As best as she can remember, of course.

Great. Plug it into your story. We got a
press in 20 minutes.

And good night.

We're gonna nail Beaumont this time.

Good work, Eve.

Seen the paper, Mr. Beaumont?

I've seen it.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it.

More allegations by that crazy reporter
in the McAllister woman. If I did half

of what they say I did, we wouldn't have
to rob the armory. By tonight, it'll

all be academic, Mr. Beaumont.

The guns will be delivered. You'll be on
your way to Brazil.

What did you get on Keller?

He's a drifter. He carries his home in
that van.

And the older one, McAllister?

Either that isn't his name or he doesn't
own anything but the clothes on his

back. And there was no connection with
the Michaels woman? Except for rescuing

her in the parking lot, no.

All right, all right.

Look, you and Hedison better get moving.
If you blow that pickup, we could just

fold our tents.

Yes, sir.

You find Keller and McAllister.

And get rid of them. They're making me
nervous.

There's something about that old man.

Right here. I feel it.

You wouldn't understand.

You'd be surprised what I understand.

What do you want done about Eve
Michaels?

Pick her up.

She's getting too close to the truth.

Beauregard.

There's no street named Beauregard.

Maybe it's not a street.

Beauregard Park.

Well, we got eight minutes.

Step on it.

This is it. Everybody's after it. Better
be good.

Well, it might just give us some
leverage with Beaumont.

Maybe enough to get Terry out of danger.

Is that him?

Jacket over the arm?

Yeah. That's our career.

Mr. Beaumont? We're his associates.

Your money's all here.

Now what?

My purse snatcher imitation?

Try this.

Okay, okay, now.

Ha!

Hey!

What?

What?

I love you. I never knew what hit him.

Hey, how come I'm so out of breath and
you're...

Why am I asking?

Airline ticket.

That's it?

That's it.

Trans -Columbia flight BG4727.

Be awesome. Now it's got to be Beaumont.
From L .A. to New York. But he's here.

What's an airline ticket have to do with
an illegal arms sale?

Eve may know.

And we'll split up.

You try her office, I'll try her
apartment.

I don't know what Beaumont will do when
he finds that's missing.

Right.

I'm on my way.

Master.

El Casa.

You have an uncanny habit of showing up
at the wrong moment.

I did not start this game, master.

It was you who chose to betray the
ninjutsu tradition.

To betray our secrets.

You betrayed your own integrity, Okasa.
There's no glory in the old days.

We could do a couple hours on that one.

But we will not.

Because in a moment, you will be dead.

My sentiments exactly.

Does it mean anything to you?

Less than nothing.

Well, you can bet it means a lot to
Beaumont.

Now, look, what about Terry McAllister?
Have you heard from her yet?

No, not yet.

You said 24 hours.

She hasn't called. Look, Max, don't
press it.

Please.

Nothing. Pressure, that's all.

Look, why don't you just tell me? What?

The truth about the master's daughter.

The master's daughter? McAllister. Look,
he means a lot to me, and I don't want

him hurt.

By anyone.

I don't want to hurt him. Just Beaumont.

We'll help you, Eve. Just level with me.
I'm scared.

Tough recorder, huh?

It's okay to be scared.

It's helpless.

Took me a long time to learn that.

Hey!

Very touchy.

Hey,

what's going

on down there? Hey, let's get out of
here.

Honey, this is really Moreau you're
talking to, and I know what caused what.

Now, if you're going to do business with
me, you're going to have to...

I thought you'd see it my way.

Now, don't you feel better?

Now, what I want you to do is... Hey,
wait, I'll catch you later.

Oh, my God!

What happened to you? Come on over here.

Thanks.

Easy now.

Who did this to you?

You need a motive, Lieutenant?

Look at the stuff Eve's been printing
about Beaumont.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

And Sam, I gotta tell you, I never
thought you'd be a party to this garbage

journalism. I mean, like that Michaels
bimbo isn't exactly a picture of

accuracy, is she? And for someone like
you to be accusing Austin Beaumont, I

mean, you are about as reliable as a
Bayou fortune teller.

I just ran a rap sheet on you, Keller.

You got yourself a record of disorderly
and disturbing from here to Idaho.

You might have noticed there were no
convictions.

Sure, I know. You were set up. Just make
sure you stay in town for a few days.

Count on it, Lieutenant.

I mean, somebody's got to find Eve
Michaels, right?

Phillips, how long is it going to take
you to access that thing?

Not a mom -and -pop store we're breaking
into. This is a complicated code.

Well, hurry.

Do you want to try running it yourself?

I'm sorry.

I'm just eager to see if this little
number is going to do the job.

The proximity of success.

You seem very serene for someone in your
position, Miss Michaels.

I've won.

I've done what I set out to do. Smokey,
I'll get you to make a wrong move.

Costly effort, don't you think?

Like it was for Ellen Perry.

That reporter who was snooping in
Zurich?

My partner.

A pity.

He was overly curious about certain
deposits I was making in Swiss banks.

I figured.

Money from Oshad Ben -Fawzi for
terrorist weapons you were stealing for.

Oh, you're very good, aren't you?

Tenacious, single -minded. The kind of
journalist who wins awards.

Except they don't give Pulitzers for
what you've been writing, do they?

Maybe not.

But they do give nice long jail
sentences for kidnapping.

Well, you weren't kidnapped, Miss
Michaels.

You just disappeared.

Off the face of the earth.

Take it to the garage.

Better than the hospital, ain't it?

And cheaper, too.

Fewer questions.

Not there.

BG4727.

How's that?

That number got a wrong note in it
somewhere.

Gotta go find Max.

No way, honey.

You've lost a lot of blood.

I'm gonna go up front and tend to
business.

And I want you to rest up a while, you
hear?

You don't get any smarter, do you?

That's it.

That's what's wrong with it.

With what, honey?

You having a nightmare?

No, no, no, no. The airline ticket.

BG -4727.

It's a phony.

Say again?

I knew what George was with.

Got to know her flight schedule pretty
well.

You have a flight number BG4727, L .A.
to New York.

Thanks.

It was right.

There's no such flight.

L .A. to New York, west to east.

The numbers are usually even.

The odd numbers go the other way.

Then what does it mean?

A code probably to do what?

Beats me.

I was coming to tell you that Sam Bell
would call.

Abe Michaels was kidnapped a while ago.

And Max?

Went out to Beaumont.

I suppose it wouldn't do much good
trying to stop you from going.

No, Willie, it wouldn't.

Then here.

Take this car and be careful.

Max.

Enjoy each other.

Don't be long.

Oh, Max.

I got you into this.

Level four.

We're locked on. Good. The command to
deactivate the alarm system.

Now we'll see if this thing really
works.

Yes. Yes.

Captain,

we got a problem here.

No, wait a second.

Strike that, Captain.

It was a glitch, I guess.

All right, we'll move as planned, just
after dark.

Now it's time to dispose of Mr.

Keller and the reporter.

If anyone knows Keller came out here.

They won't find a thing.

I meant it, Eve.

No more deception.

Show and tell.

You don't have Terry McAllister stashed
anywhere, do you?

How did you know?

The stalling, the lame excuses.

I feel awful. Look what I've done to
you.

Not to mention the way you played around
with the old man's emotions.

I mean, of all that stuff you wrote
about Beaumont?

Not all, Max. I mean, I was just being a
little creative, you know, filling in

the blanks.

I mean, I saw him with Fousey. Al and my
partner found out that Fousey was

buying guns.

I'm just sorry I got you involved.

Terry McAllister?

You just pulled that name out of the
air?

Yes.

No, I thought I was making it up.

I did a story about a year ago about a
woman's air race. She was in it.

I guess the name just stuck in my mind.

Wonderful.

The airline ticket.

There's a code.

To break the alarm system at the armory,
they have a special storeroom full of

top secret small arms, the latest stuff.

They've got an inside man. They're going
to run in an army truck like they're

making a delivery.

When the alarm is disarmed, the inside
man will open the store area.

And out they go with the whole shipment.

Military precision.

There's no way we'll get them.

Not unless we can stop the truck from
ever getting inside.

They laid the whole thing out right in
front of me.

And the knowledge of it will die with
me.

Us.

Have a little faith, pretty lady. I'm
going to get us both out of here.

How does it make it look so easy?

Who? McAllister.

The body knows how to move. Just let it.

What? It's easy for him to say.

I'm going to find us another way.

Jawed out at Denny.

Whoa, killer.

You're going the wrong way.

Boy, am I glad to see you.

Feelings mutual.

Good idea. They'll be right behind him.

Don't tell them.

It's their word against ours.

A newspaper woman who's after my blood
and two transients?

They won't try it.

We'll deal with them after the armory. I
want this operation stepped up. We hit

in one hour.

It's the armory on Second Street.

Eve, you go to the police.

Try to convince them.

We'll head for the armory.

Saving my life is becoming a habit. I'm
not sure I'm worth it.

Not to you.

I've got to talk to you, Mr.

McAllister. Eve.

Later, please.

keeping them.

The guns.

Where were you taking the guns?

Where? Beaumont's boat.

Pier 14.

Marco?

Marco!

Let's get us off.

Get the power line, Cole.

All right.

Oh, God,

what have I done?

Deller, I owe you an apology.

A big one.

We need to bear a towel.

You knew?

When? When we met.

In the parking lot.

You said Terry told you all about me.

Aside from my living in Japan, she
doesn't know anything about me or my

And you never let on?

I was curious.

You didn't strike me as a girl who built
a career on fabricated stories.

I guess I was obsessed with Nellie
Beaumont after my partner's

Well... Yeah, I'm sorry.

But your allegations have been proved
now.

That's not good enough.

There's something called ethics.

Integrity. I'll have to tell my editor.

Some people wouldn't.

How can I ever thank you? Or Max?

Oh, he'll have an idea.

I hope so.

The best thing to happen to me in a long
time.

Me too.

What about you and your daughter? Can I
help?

Well, if you hear of any leads, I'd
appreciate it. Honey, you can forget

leads for a while. I don't think that
part of yours is going anywhere.

It's Mardi Gras.

Willie Boone.

Oh,

Leroy,

darling, there you are.

Poor thing. I bet you've been calling
and calling.

We moved to a different hotel.

Well, I'm just going to make your day.