All language subtitles for The Protectors s02e23 A Pocketful of Posies

Thank you.

More coffee?

I've been round to all the doors in the
window.

No sign of forcing.

Nothing at all.

Somebody was here last night.

Some cleaner?

I checked the doors myself. They were
all locked.

Here you are.

Here. Then he must have had a key.

Darling, all the locks were changed just
a month ago. Whoever was here last

night had a key.

Carrie, please. It's not in my head. I'm
not imagining it. Maybe it's not in

your head, but do you remember when I
said... You're always thinking of some

practical explanation.

You never believed me anyway.

Listen, shall I phone the theater?

Cancel the rehearsal for today.

Oh, no, I'm all right.

Shouldn't have left you alone.

It wasn't your fault.

Fog bound in Paris.

I'll go get dressed.

I'll bring the car around.

Who's my kitten?

Sweet as honey And yet it's funny

I get a feeling that I can't quite
analyze

It's like, well, maybe Like when a baby

Joe, would you pick it up at A -flat 9th
and the 5th bar, please?

It's like, well, maybe It's like a baby

Why don't we just take a break?

I'd like to continue, if you don't mind.

Joe, would you go from D, please?

It's a ride, dear.

What? For your costume for the opening.

Oh, beautiful.

I'll put it in your dressing room. It'll
knock their eyes out.

Darling, I'm sorry. I had New York on
the line. How did it go?

Fine.

You all right?

Yeah, just a little tired, that's all.

All right, excuse me. I won't keep you a
moment. Look, why don't you go to the

dressing room? Have a rest.

Yes.

Coffee? Yes, thank you very much, dear.

Carrie, I've arranged the protocol for 1
.50, all right? Thank you, Sarah.

You wanted to see me, Mr. Ruhle.

Yeah, I'll get right to the point.

Of course.

Darling, why don't you go to have a
rest, huh?

What do you think, Joe?

What do you mean?

You've got eyes.

She's on the edge. I think she's going
to crack.

She's not going to make that opening.

But Carrie's special.

All right, she's a star.

And stars fade.

Or they explode and destroy themselves.

We've been watching your wife for a
week.

Nothing. She isn't being followed.

And no one except the people on that
list that you gave me tried to contact

And what about the letter?

It's typed on her typewriter.

What, you're saying she sent the letter
to herself?

No, I'm saying it was typed on her
typewriter.

Which is locked in the desk of our
apartment by Carrie.

Mr. Rule, I'm going to level with you.

Twice.

Last night I was held over in Paris.

Carrie was alone in the apartment and
things happened which are... What kind

things? It doesn't matter because I am
convinced they happened in her own mind.

So will you please help?

Well, I'm not sure I can.

Well, at least meet her. Talk to her.
You see, there's something else.

Which happened last year.

She tried to take her own life.

All right, let's try it again.

Where's Carrie?

Could somebody find Miss Blaine for me,
please?

What a hold -up. Where is Carrie?

I think she must have gone to her
dressing room.

All right, I'll try and find her.

I didn't do it.

I didn't do it. I didn't do it!

The

doctor's

with her now.

They'll be taking her home soon.

That's it for today.

Same time tomorrow?

I wouldn't count on it.

I didn't do it.

Of course you didn't, darling.

I guess I'll just mosey on. Mr. Rule, I
want you to stay.

And to do what?

She needs medical assistance. I can't
help you there.

Don't you worry about the dress.

I'll get it ready in time.

These will help you, Red.

Thank you, Doctor.

This is what the lab says it is, huh?

Does it mean anything?

Not to me.

When are you seeing her again?

Tonight.

Where, at the theater? Yep.

How is she now?

Well, she seems fine.

She opens in two days.

Apparently, a week's rest put her back
in town.

But you're not convinced, huh?

No.

Basically, she was suffering from
nervous exhaustion.

It's not at all uncommon for someone
who's subjected to the sort of pressure

that Miss Blaine is almost constantly
under.

And there's one more thing.

Recognize that?

Yes. Yes, it's a mild stimulant.

An upper?

Yes.

And suppose someone were to take or be
given excessive doses?

Relatively harmless, even in quite large
amounts.

I suppose it might produce mild
hallucinations.

Oh,

Mr.

Roo. How nice to see you.

Please call me Harry.

Will you please stop that hammering? And
what about these tabs?

Chaos, always the same.

Oh, I'm sure it'll be great.

Carrie, could you come and stand on your
marks for the opening, please? Just one

minute. I'll be right there. You know,
these lamps still aren't bright.

Bad rehearsal, good show.

Mr. Rule, isn't it?

I'm from the press.

The official reason given for the
postponement was the star's physical

exhaustion.

And I suppose that you read in something
far more profound than that.

Would you say, as this could be
considered in some ways a comeback, that

opening is a make -or -break situation
for Miss Blaine?

I would say the question is irrelevant.

She'll be a smash.

She always has been.

Okay, Joe? Are you all right, Miss
Kelly?

I mean, like, old times all right.

Oh, I'm fine, Joe. As a matter of fact,
never felt better.

Okay, let's call it a night.

Ten o 'clock tomorrow and don't be late.

Oh, goody. Everybody over to my place
for a drink. Oh, listen, darling,

shouldn't you rest?

Oh, don't be silly. I won't be able to
sleep anyway.

Would you like to join us, Harry? I
couldn't resist.

Will you drive me home?

Yours or mine?

You're too valance, sir.

Not too affordable.

I'll get you a coat. Thank you.

That's all right, Nellie, my sweet.

You'd better come and say goodbye.

Oh, are they leaving?

Well, Nellie's late.

Well, maybe they would like to have some
coffee.

I'll go and check.

Don't go.

I'd love to stay, Carrie, but Nellie is
in need of care and protection. That's

right. Come on, Nellie. Come on.

I'll see you in the morning, Carrie.

Good night. Thank you, Carrie.

Goodbye.

It's getting late, darling. We must not
disturb the neighbors.

Are you going out?

Just to put the car away. I won't be
five minutes.

Leave it. What?

Leave it.

Don't be silly. And look, leave the
clearing up. The woman can do it in the

morning.

Mario.

I know you're here.

Who are you? Who are you?

Joe.

Joe. It's happening, Joe. Joe. I can't
explain it, Joe. Hurry over.

Thank you. Thank you.

Mario! Mario!

Mario!

Mario! Mario!

Did you make the call?

Yes. Joe is on his way over.

Good. That gives us 30 minutes.

Right, let's get on with it.

Ring -a -ring -a -roses. A pocket full
of roses.

Yes.

Sarah and I.

We are going to kill you and make it
look like suicide.

while the balance of your mind is
disturbed.

You're terribly rich.

We'll enjoy that.

It's a simple case of overdose, and then
faithful Joe will find you, but just

too late.

What about the clock? All taken care of.

Yes, my name's Paul Boucher. I'm an
associate of Harry rule I'd open the

I were you your little game is over

Stopped in to wish you good luck.

Thank you. Thank you for everything.

Oh, that's not necessary.

Well, the thanks was for believing in
me.

Well, it wasn't an act of faith, you
know.

They were feeding you a stimulant.

It would have gone undetected if I
hadn't noticed that it congealed in your

coffee cup.

Had it analyzed and took it to a doctor.

Disillusioned?

Not in you.

Five minutes, Miss Blaine.

I can't go out there. I can't go on.

I mean, what's the reason for going out
there? What am I going to do?

Love.

Love?

Thousands of people out there in the
audience.

Thousands more that'll see the show.

Millions of people all over the world
that see your films, buy your records.

To me, that's a lot of love.

For his tired footsteps climbing up the
stairs.

Old man sorrow, come to keep me company.

Whispering here beside me while I says
my prayers.