All language subtitles for golden_years_s01e03_am_i_a_winner

I'll stick with you baby for a thousand
years

And it's going to touch you in these
golden years.

Golden years.

This better be good because it's 3 in
the morning and I just... Okay,

just a second.

Tell me the address again and slow down.

No, don't worry. You didn't even call.

Yeah, yeah. Now get your usual payment
on the 15th.

Hello. Lewis, you better wake up quick.
We got a problem.

You serious?

I wouldn't be standing here a mile from
the base in the middle of the night if

it wasn't.

How do you feel about your phone there?

I don't know. I haven't given it much
thought.

You remember how to play baseball?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

Okay. You get to a safe phone, and you
call me in about an hour. You ready for

the numbers?

Hold on.

Shoot. Over nine innings, five runs on
12 hits, six errors, four men left on

base. And the visiting team, eight runs
on 13 hits, 12 errors, five men left on

base. And the winning pitcher, number
12.

You got it?

Got it.

You know something?

I hate this cloak and dagger routine.

area codes, right?

Okay. Sorry, ma 'am. Police
investigation gets back behind the

Well, it's now become a joint police and
government investigation. I'm Terry

Lynn Spann from Department of Scientific
Affairs.

You got some ID?

What's the matter?

The problem is I don't like you guys.

I don't like the way you come in here
and flash your government badge and

throwing your weight around.

Sometimes I don't like us guys that much
myself.

Officer.

The eyes of Texas are upon you.

Stevie, how you doing in there?

Sheriff? Miss Spann? I'm going in? Yeah,
go on in.

Holy... Mackerel, holy cow, holy moly.

And who might this be?

Miss Spann meets Steve Dent. He's the
photographer for the Falco Plains Free

Democrat. Now with that, I'm the whole
Falco Plains Free Democrat photography

department. Where's Harvey Miller these
days? He went back to Rhinebeck.

So for the last couple of months,
Steve's been doubling as my crime

photographer. Yeah, some pictures you
wouldn't believe, too.

Steve. That car wreck out on the 89 two
weeks ago?

One of the teenagers?

One of them was decapitated. I think we
got what we need here. That sucker's

head was going completely off.

Steve. Of course, you can't use that
kind of stuff in the papers.

I'm sorry, Ms. Spann. I didn't quite
catch your connection with this heinous

crime. You stayed to watch. Steve, you
got what I need. I want you to go now.

All right, all right, all right. Can't
stand being yelled at after midnight.

Gives me the migraine. Nice meeting you,
Ms. Spann.

So, you want to fill me in?

Well, the night watchman found the body
at 1 .45 a .m. There was no sign of a

forcible entry.

The victim was shot?

One time.

In the face.

This is the first case of premeditated
murder in this town in three years.

It's a pretty big mess, wouldn't you
say?

Yeah.

Terry.

Yes? What are you doing here?

I'm not entirely sure yet. That is so
much bull, you couldn't pull it through

knot hole. Now, who called you?

Who says somebody called me? They had
to. Or you've been monitoring police

broadcast at 3 o 'clock in the morning,
and that is not your style.

Besides, your eyes are puffy. Somebody
had to jerk you out of bed to get you

here this fast.

Did your man or that photographer touch
anything?

No, and you better not either, or I'll
be up at state police headquarters in

Albany having my hide pulled off a strip
at a time.

Anything removed?

Ah, just the body.

I had, uh, Doc Pulaski do a scene post
-mortem.

I would have, uh, chalked an outline,
but we found him sitting in the chair

there. It's pretty weird, huh?

Where is he now?

He's in the meat locker down at, uh,
Warren's Market.

I called the Heyman, uh, funeral home,
but both Donnie and his kid are, uh...

Out on a toot. Yep, out on a toot
somewhere.

So what do you think?

Well, you still haven't told me what
your interest in this is.

I can't. Why not?

It's national security.

I don't know yet.

Local eye doctor gets greased, office is
trashed, and then you show up.

Things probably could get a little
cuter, but I don't know how.

Sheriff, I'd like to be alone now.

Kidding? I'm not going to mess up your
crime scene. You know I'm not.

I might just touch a few papers by their
corners.

Scout's honor.

National security?

No. This is between you and me.

Call it a professional courtesy.

Doc Eakins was a good man. He has a wife
and two kids.

You find out who did this, you give me a
chance to bust him.

If I can.

I can't smoke this in here.

I'm going to take it outside.

You do me a favor and...

Watch out after this place while I'm
gone, will you?

I will.

And be gone when I get back, Miss Vann.

I will.

Sheriff?

Son of a bitch, Ann Rosen.

Okay, just a second.

Tell me the address again and slow down.

117 South Main, second floor.

I'm in his office now.

You're going to see this place.

Some maniac killed Dr. E.

I

know

how

you feel.

I love you too, honey.

Let me hear you say it one more time.

Oh, baby, I wish I was there with you
right now.

Hey, Mac.

I've been saving it for you, baby.

I've got an emergency phone call I've
got to make.

Please. Get lost.

I'm going to give it to you just as soon
as I get back home, baby. You don't

hang up the phone. You won't have
anything left to give her now. Hang up.

Oh, baby, I've got to go. Somebody wants
to use the phone.

Please be home, baby.

Please be home.

Hi -ho, it's Steve Arino.

Not in right now, but hey.

About time you got off the line. My
finger's got a blister from dialing.

the hell's going on?

We're going to have a meltdown here in
about 12 hours.

Maybe in about four.

So what are you going to do?

Lewis. I want to take the janitor and
his wife out.

Take them out? You mean... No, God, no.
I mean, take them out of Falco Plains. I

want to get them right now and take
them... Uh, well, I want to take them

anywhere, because if I don't, Andrews
will.

Slow down, Terry.

Okay.

Andrews killed the local eye doctor. His
name is Eakins. He's the one that, you

know, did the retest on Harlem Williams,
the one that Williams passed.

That wasn't a setup. I told you. I know
what you told me, but then Major

Moreland from personnel paid me a visit.
That twit.

Yeah, well, that twit told me Williams
did more than pass the eye exam. He blew

it away, and so tonight, Jude Andrews
blew away the eye doctor.

Do you know for certain it was... No, I
do know that Williams' file is gone, and

I tell you what, I would not get near
that base doc Ackerman with a ten -foot

pole because he's the only other one
that knows.

Knows what?

About Williams.

About Redding?

Don't you get it?

Get what?

Redding was getting younger.

He was doing it fast because he got a
direct blast of whatever happened at the

lab explosion.

Williams was exposed to the same forces,
but not as much.

That's why he's going slower.

That's why he's still alive.

Jude Andrews has figured this all out.
He's coming in for suckers.

I'm stuck in D .C. until tomorrow.

Can't just wait till I get back.

No.

I've got to move now because I'm afraid
that if I don't, Andrews will grab

Williams for the shop.

As for Ackerman and Williams' wife,
they'll become unfortunate accidents.

And then so will we.

How did you get out to that eye doctor
so fast?

A couple of months ago, I had a new guy
come in who's been snooping around town.

He called me.

Any chance to...

Andrews can connect him to you?

Us? Yeah, I think he already has.

I got... Look, I got to get out of here.

Terry. Look, let's play baseball again
in half an hour. Right fast, Lewis.

Got it.

Terry.

Terry.

Eekins. Eekins.

Are on you.

Yo.

The eyes of... The eyes of...

The

eyes

of... The eyes of...

Nada.

You have no proof it was Andrews. You
can't be sure.

Cut the bull, Lewis. It's too late or
too early or too something.

It's Andrews, and we both know it.

I want to go get the janitor and his
wife. I want them clear.

Why did you call Terry?

You know you're going to try it whether
I give you permission or not, aren't

you? About him, I don't know much. But
she's one hell of a nice woman, Lewis.

I don't want her on a slab with a tag
tied to her toe.

Also, you hate Andrews. Yeah, I hate
Andrews.

He's everything that's wrong with
everything.

He's not national security. He's murder
incorporated.

I watched him butcher a whole family.

Is that the reason you stopped working
together?

It doesn't matter.

I want to get them out now before it
gets light.

Where are you going to take them, the
local bed and breakfast?

I don't know yet, and when it comes down
to that, they may have a better idea

than I do.

But if Andrews gets to them first, that
woman is going to end up in a ditch with

her throat cut, and Williams is just
going to disappear.

And you know that.

So what do you want, permission to
kidnap a woman and a man who may prove

there really is a fountain of youth?

Well, since you put it like that, yes.

Good God, Terry, you know I can't do
that. I've got 23 years and I'm a

not a heavy -duty general, not Patton,
but a U .S. government official with

orders and a damnable responsibility.

You're inviting me to be the guest of
honor of my own drumhead court -martial,

all on the basis of one phone call.

Well, actually, it was two.

All right, damn it, two.

Look, Lewis, all I want is for you to
promise me a couple of things.

One, you'll remember what I told you
tonight.

All right, what else?

Two, you won't let the shop make Harlan
Williams into an un -person.

And you won't let them turn me into an
un -person in your mind.

That's three things, Terry.

But at a time like this, who's counting?

And, Lewis, if I pick up the phone
sometime and ask you to play a game of

baseball, you won't hang up on me, will
you?

Never.

going up against Andrews, aren't you?

If I have to.

You want to promise or you want to
forget it?

Lewis, I'm out of time.

Go for it, Terry.

Yes.

Excuse me, sir.

What room are you registered in at the
hotel?

What time is it?

It's 5 .15.

I'll go.

You stay here.

Harlan.

Harlan, be careful.

Easy. Easy.

I'm putting it away.

Putting it away. It's all right, Harlan.
I think I know her.

Good God, woman, you never did learn to
mind.

Please, Mr. Williams, there may not be
much time.

Yeah?

Why should I trust you? Give me one good
reason.

You know who Jude Andrews is?

You've seen him at the plant? You talked
to your wife about him.

Your house is bugged.

How do you know that?

I had it done the night you were
injured.

Mrs. Williams, look in that lamp there.

Gina!

Take out the bulb and give it to me.

There's a receiver unit in your
basement.

Harlan, we can't just go.

All our things.

Gina, we have no other choice.

What about the house?

He's right, Mrs. Williams.

The only thing of yours they want is the
thing you really care about.

Your husband.

They're not going to get him without one
hell of a fight.

Let me tell you something.

The first thing Jude Andrews is going to
do, if he gets here before we're gone,

is to try and kill me.

I'm good.

He's better.

If he drops me, he'll then put a hole in
your wife's head.

Why?

Where do we go?

I don't know.

We'll decide after we're on our way.

Let me suggest one other thing.

Bring your gun.

Do you have a lipstick?

A lipstick? Mm -hmm. Yeah.

Why? Sit up in this place.

Can I sit with you just for a minute?

You feel like we can trust her?

Yes.

Let's get in the car, Mother.

Why did you want the lipstick?

I'll tell you later.

I'd like you both to get on your back
feet.

You know something, minute fan?

No. My internal radar is going crazy.

Yeah, Perry.

Just like old times.

Jude.

Give me five more minutes.

It won't last that long.

You've got everything that kid knows.

It ends now.

You can't do it. Sorry.

You better be wrong.

Where'd you get these?

Doesn't matter.

What matters is that these are only
copies.

So you call off your friend, Raphael,
and you read about yourself in the

All the news is just the print.

What's the matter with you, Terry? You
been taking stupid pills?

When did that start?

I think around the time you started to
enjoy your work.

You won't go through with it.

You haven't got the gut.

We got the guts all right.

And guess what?

For a limited time only?

Oh, look.

The photographs have a soundtrack.

Isn't that special?

And what if I just kill you?

Short -circuit that quacking mouth of
yours for once and all.

You'll be a worldwide attraction.

Bigger than Michael Jackson.

What the hell happened to you, Terry?

No.

The question is... What in the hell's
happening to you?

Go ahead, big man.

Go ahead.

Stop. Pictures and tapes won't do you
any good now, dear.

The ones that aren't dead are gone.

And the ones who aren't gone don't care.

Not even the press cares.

All the cannibal dictators have gone to
cannibal hell.

Soon to be joined by one long rogue
agent.

Just like old times.

Okay, I think we're safe on this road
for maybe two hours. It'll take them

long to get their act together.

To coordinate the search between state
and local police.

But you're from the government, weren't
you, people? Yes, I work for the

government. So does Andrews. Who is this
Andrews?

The man I saw yesterday.

He's also the man that killed your eye
doctor last night.

No. Dr. Ekins? Listen, please, both of
you, we don't have any time.

I now believe there may be five
different government agencies involved

gold series.

Suddenly the stakes are very high.

What's happening to you, Mr. Williams,
has never happened to any man in

The government wants you.

Jude Andrews wants to deliver you.

The only difference is that when he
catches up to us, he wants to take you

alive.

Your wife and I, on the other hand, are
excellent candidates for a landfill.

Oh, my God.

I think they'd consider it information
control.

So, you tell me.

East or west?

Otherwise, I'll just rip a coin.

West. Why west?

You know.

I don't like this, Mother.

We're going west.

I want someone in her office in half an
hour.

They're the place apart.

Yeah, call me if you find anything.

Hello, Fredericks. Where the hell you
been?

I'm sleeping.

Who's the final one?

Everybody take five.

You get briefed on the situation?

Yeah.

There's just one thing I don't
understand.

What's that?

Why is Terry doing this?

Because she's an idiot.

That's a lovely way to talk about your
ex -partner.

Soon -to -be -dead ex -partner.

That has a nice ring to it, don't you
think?

I was concerned that she might have
blown possible career advancement

opportunities.

And so do you have clearance to take her
out yet? From the top.

Don't worry about it.

What am I doing here?

You're here to help the locals in the
search for the murder suspect.

Murder suspect?

Sure.

Harlan Williams.

He's your murder suspect.

Killed his eye doctor.

Old guy wanted to keep working so bad,
after he flunked his eye test a second

time, he put a few holes in the doctor.

And then falsified the test results.

Senile dementia.

Fear of aging.

Why, he's even starting to dye his hair
brown.

What about Terry and Mrs. Williams?

Hostages.

Terry went to arrest him.

Somehow the old guy got the drop on her.

It might work.

With all this chaos, it just might work.

Come in.

We're about ready, Mr. Andrews. You got
some pictures for me?

It's my associate, Mr.

Fredericks. He'll be in charge until I
get back.

Pleased to work with you.

Yeah.

Call me the instant they're located.

You understand?

The instant.

Where will you be?

At Dr.

Frankenstein's house.

Who?

Dr. Richard X. Podhunter.

The guy that started this party.

So, I can't help you with that, huh?

Arlen thinks we should be heading the
other way.

He just doesn't want to involve Francie.

Who's that?

Our daughter.

Leave Francie out of this. We can't.
She'd never forgive us if we did, and

know it.

She's been involved in just about every
unpopular cause there's been in this

country. Since what?

1968.

You remember the Democratic Convention
in Chicago?

All those kids protesting in front of
the convention hall?

Well, she stayed.

She's still in Chicago.

That's where we're going?

She doesn't like government by the club,
our Francie.

She and Whitney would want to help us.

Who's Whitney?

She has this beautiful seeing -eye dog
named Whitney.

Big German shepherd.

Whitney loves her.

And people that don't love her?

Well, Whitney can arrange for them to
lose part of their operating equipment.

Well, it's farther than I wanted to go,
but maybe it's worth the chance.

Why are you doing this?

Because I'm an idiot.

Let's get out of here.

We have photos of each of the hostages.

We know that he's armed, but I want
everyone to keep their weapons

He's a confused old man that probably
doesn't even remember what he's done.

We don't want anyone to get hurt.

Any questions?

Why did you turn off?

It's only been an hour and a half. You
said we'd be safe on 20 for at least two

hours. I know. I thought we would be,
but...

The road was getting warm.

How do you know that?

It's just something you feel.

Okay?

Yeah.

I think I felt something myself.

You're okay, Pop.

You may just have a chance after all.

What did you say?

I think you heard me, doctor.

I said the janitor is growing younger.

Yes, sir.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm... I feel a bit faint, that's
all.

May I have some water, please?

Thank you.

I've got a prescription.

Since the explosion, I've been having
some difficulty. Nothing serious, mind

you.

What you take is between you and your
position, Doc.

Did you hear and understand what I said
a minute ago?

Yes.

That the janitor is growing younger.

My first impulse was to say that's
impossible, but that would be anyone's

impulse if told such a thing, wouldn't
you agree?

Yes. Well, then I thought, no, it's not
impossible at all. Of course, after all,

that's exactly along the lines of what
we were trying to do with the guinea

pigs, isn't it?

I believe they were mice.

Mice, yes, mice.

But a guinea pig is a guinea pig, Mr.
Andrews, speaking in the generic sense.

What?

If this Williams received only a light
dusting, and we were barely into

production one, that means that the
effects are much more

powerful than we had thought.

Much more powerful.

Would you like to see this janitor?

Interview him?

Examine him? Yes.

At once, of course. Are you joking?

There must be tests.

Must be extensive testing.

We'll start tomorrow.

No, no, tonight.

Tonight.

I want him admitted to the infirmary.

I want to do the prelim myself.

There's a slight problem.

Problem, what problem?

The janitor has split bacon and powder
on the lamb.

He's run away.

Now we've reached an understanding.

He can't do that.

He's government property.

I'm aware of that.

But Mr. Williams is not.

There are certain people in Washington
who need to be convinced.

Can you call those people?

Try and convince them that getting
Harlan Williams back is not only

but should be considered America's
number one top priority at this moment.

most certainly will.

Now, with whom do you believe I should
start, Mr. Andrews?

Well, I think the Secretary of Defense
would be a good bet, don't you?

A capital start, Mr.

Andrews.

Operator, this is Dr. Todd Hunter.

Dr. Richard X. Todd Hunter.

And this is a maximum security call.

That's right.

The number is 202.

There. That's the one.

You don't mean what I think you mean.

I think he does, Mother.

He does.

Your idea of inconspicuous is very
strange.

Do you want to know what's
inconspicuous, Mrs. Williams?

I'll tell you.

Something that's too damn big and
improbable to be what you're looking

I'd drive us to Chicago and the Chrysler
building if I could, but it doesn't

have wheels and clearance on the bridges
between here and there is too low.

Hmm. That makes sense, doesn't it?

In a crazy sort of way.

Mr. Williams, while I see if I can get
this thing started, I want you to drive

my car up to the entrance over there,
park it, and leave the keys in the

ignition. Leave them?

Well, I can't guarantee that someone's
going to come up there and steal it, but

I can hope sometimes.

Well, I guess there's no law against
that.

I'll pick you up in a minute.

Uh, Miss Fan.

Now that we're going into the hearse
-dealing business, why don't you drop

Mr. Williams and just call me Hal.

I'm Terry.

Not much, but my mom likes it.

Harlan, where are your glasses?

Nothing better without them now.

I

can't

believe any of this is happening.

I keep thinking I'll wake up.

It's happening, all right.

I'm too old for this.

That makes two of us, darling.

Does it?

It's going to be a little cramped, but
the back seems to be occupied.

Oh.

I'm kind of hoping it's the demo. I
mean, it's hard to imagine some guy

for a movie or a couple games of Star
Blaster with a thief in the back of his

Corpus mobile.

I have a feeling good taste is not one
of your strong points.

You sound just like my mother.

Hey, you guys!

Yeah. Hi.

Hold on.

Go get us some coffee or something.

Yeah.

Pennsylvania State Police caught up with
Terry's car five minutes ago.

It's about time, don't you think? It's
after two in the afternoon.

Is the janitor all right?

If anybody shot him, I'll attack their
hide. Wait, wait, wait a second.

There were three kids in here.

What? All I know right now is that a
Pennsylvania State cop spotted the

on State Highway 29 and gave chase. It
looks like... I know what it looks like.

She booted us.

I don't understand.

An old road gang crick.

First thing you do when you cut and run
is try and swap boots with somebody.

Then when they bring out the
bloodhound... I see.

No, I don't think you do.

I'm beginning to wonder if anybody does.

Listen, you talk to that half -wit
sheriff.

Get a list of anything reported missing
or stolen in the last six hours.

From Falco Plains.

Anywhere in a 200 -mile radius.

I want a list of cars, trucks, autos,
bicycles, anything with wheels.

That may take a little while.

You have that list ready for me when I
get there.

When will that be?

I'm leaving now.

Yeah, but how am I gonna... Just do it.

Good night, Sheriff.

Hey, look at me. Look at me when I'm
talking to you. Do you understand that?

am in charge. Look at me.

I don't want Officer Ferranda anywhere
near me. He's a moron. Hi.

I'm out of here.

Good night.

I hope you're not going to disappoint
me. I've had this thing ready for hours.

I don't know what good it's going to do
you. There's seven cars reported

missing.

This is everything?

Cars, trucks, motorcycles?

Yep, including the hearse.

What hearse?

All the state cops say they have a very
distressed undertaker from the town of

Crowsfoot, Pennsylvania, on their hands.
Seems he parked his hearse at the

Northgate Mall in Roxburg, went in to
watch a movie, then came back out.

No more hearse.

And these kids boosted Terry's car from
this very same mall, right?

You don't think?

I know.

It's what I'd do.

Smart woman.

Yeah, she ought to be. I trained her.

You got a license number on this hearse?
No, but I'll get one.

I want to talk to General Cruz.