All language subtitles for Leverage s04e04 The Van Gogh Job

It's quite a place.

Hmm.

Should have seen it
in the '40s.

Man, this was the place to be.

Yeah, they'd have shows

and professional skaters
from all over.

That Wurlitzer...

...It would shake
the rafters.

Where is it, Charlie?

I beg your pardon.

You went to war in 1942.

You came home with
a very valuable painting.

Looting art from the battlefield
is a serious crime.

Tell me where it is
right now...

You won't go to jail.

I never looted anything
in my life.

And if anyone's going to jail,
it's you...

For waving that fake dime-store
badge in front of my face.

Fair enough.

But know this --

the man that hired me
to get that painting

will hunt you like a dog
until he gets it.

Son of a --

Hey, you guys.
Is he all right?

'Cause I just don't see

how I.Y.S. Insurance
would force you out.

I mean, nobody closed more
investigations than you,

- except me.
- Gentlemen?

Um, Irish, neat, and, uh --
What'll you have?

Coffee, thanks.

Dereliction of duties.

They just said I was obsessed,
chasing a ghost.

And they were right.
Until this week.

You found it?

A woman in Dusseldorf

found these in her attic
two weeks ago.

They're love letters
from a Conrad Becker,

a Nazi infantryman,
to this woman's mother.

In them, he refers to a painting
he stashed in his gear.

Hmm.

The painting.

Okay, but we -- we have heard
these claims before.

Yeah, but this time
the facts bear him out.

Look, he was stationed
at the Friedrich-Kaiser Museum

on the night of the bombing
of Magdeburg.

He helped put out the fire.
I know this is true.

He saved the lost Van Gogh.

Where does, uh --
where does this trail lead?

Oregon.

Why don't we, uh, sit down?

Go on.

In 1944, Becker's unit
was sent to France,

where he was killed
by U.S. troops.

And there, it seems,

the painting was taken
by this man --

Charles Lawson.

And what does,
uh, Mr. Charles Lawson

have to say about this?

Nothing. He refuses to talk
to me...or to anyone.

He was just checked into a local
hospital with chest pains.

You know, uh, Owen, I'm out
of the art-recovery business.

But you are in the...

People-helping business,
right?

The word is out on this, Nate.

The Billionaires' Club
wants this painting,

and they're not gonna ask
a lot of questions

about how they get it.

I thought I found it
years ago in a vault in Kyoto,

but it was a fake.

Yeah, no.
I-I chased it, too.

Buenos Aires, Damascus, Kiev.

I mean, it was the white whale
of art-theft recovery.

Where's Hardison and Parker?

I sent them on ahead. You'll
understand after the briefing.

Sophie.

The "Painter
on the Road to Tarascon."

It's a self-portrait
by Vincent Van Gogh

completed in 1888.

It was confiscated by the Nazis
as part of Hitler's drive

to accumulate all the great
European works of art.

It was hanging in a museum
in Germany

when allied bombing
set the place on fire

and it was destroyed.

There's always been rumors
that it survived,

but it's never resurfaced.

- Until now.
- We think.

An old colleague of mine
believes it was smuggled

back into the U.S. by an
American G.I. after the war.

What's it worth?

Judging by recent auctions,
I'd say...

$100 million, give or take.

Which, uh, brings us to your
former line of work -- retrieval.

How much trouble do you think
this elderly veteran is in?

Finder's fee on an item
like this is probably 10%,

so it depends what you think
a man will do for $10 million.

Nate, we're in.
Target is secure.

Well, if nothing here
catches your fancy,

I can always come back later.

Uh, I-I'm fine,
thank you.

I-in fact,
I've got to get out of here.

Whoa, Mr. Lawson, it's okay.
We're here to keep you safe.

Okay?

We're not gonna let anything
happen to you. I promise.

Just relax.

It's all right.

Okay, if you need anything else,
anything at all,

just call me, okay?

Okay, did you get what
you needed from his wallet?

Girl, I had to go down
to the hall of records.

You know what the dust
does to my sinuses.

I can't half breathe.
I'm about to suffocate.

I know.

It's okay.
What did you find?

Not much. Birth certificate.
Bunch of old addresses.

He left the country in 1945
and never came --

came -- came back.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

Come on.

Where you at?

I'm in a damn storage closet!

Smells like mothballs
and old people.

Hardison, what can you tell us
about Charlie Lawson?

Well, he's 88 years young.

He lived and worked
all over the world --

France, Botswana, Australia.

His passport shows that
he came back to Willamette City

for the first time
since the war.

It's his hometown.

The same week, he's identified

as a suspect in the
disappearance of the painting.

Coincidence?

Oh, I think that painting is
hidden somewhere in that town.

We need to find it.

Yeah, or that old man
is gonna be hurt or...worse.

Or -- but -- not --
no, not -- not a toy.

What, man?

He's telling me to learn
technical stuff all the time.

Well, that'll never happen.

We got a plane to catch.

I don't have any painting.

Mr. Lawson, uh,
we are not the police.

I don't care if you're
Vincent Van Gogh himself.

I can't help you.

Mr. Lawson, this painting
is a lost masterpiece.

It belongs in a museum.

The longer you stay quiet
about it,

the more danger
you're gonna be in.

I've been on my own
a long time.

I can take care of myself.

All right, well,
if you change your mind,

give me a call.

What?
No, wait. Wait.

We can't just leave.

I'll talk to Nate.
We'll think of something.

Okay.

Wait.

I'll tell you
what you want to know.

But I'll only talk with her.

This is really
a job for Sophie.

He didn't ask for Sophie.
Yeah, but, I mean, what do I do?

Play the status game,
mimic his emotions,

disrupt his timeline
to keep him from lying?

All right, you listen.

I have no idea
what he's gonna say to you,

but right now
he's the only lead we have.

We'll follow his clues.

Just listen.

All right, Nate,

I'm at Charlie Lawson's house
he grew up in.

You sure this is worth it?

We got to start somewhere.

Hi.

How you doing, ma'am?
I'm with the gas company.

We've had a couple of reports of
gas leaks in the neighborhood,

and so, uh,
if you wouldn't mind,

just -- might have to get up in there.

Uh, and there we are.

Oh, boy.
That's a -- that's a --

that's a level one right there.

You've got 84% L.O.L.

So, if you could do me a favor

and just step out on the porch
just for a second.

I'm gonna check the rest
of the house.

Shouldn't take but just a minute. Okay.
All right.

Wait. You'll have to tell the
mold inspector. He's out back.

Is he?

What are you doing here, Frank?

Retiring.

Barbie leave that
in her dream house?

Frank.

Sir, is everything all right?

Yeah, your, uh -- your
mold inspector just left.

He said you're all clear.

What about the gas leak?

I'm still looking for a source,
uh, for that.

I-I need to know what year
the house was built.

You don't have
any original features

that would help me pinpoint
the year, do you?

No.

But I did find some old art.

That might help.

It all started
at the Roller Palace.

When I was a kid,

it seems everyone in town
was there on a Saturday night.

That's where I met her.

Here you go.

Her name was Dorothy Ross.

She was the daughter
of Alfred Ross,

a lumber baron
who owned half the town.

She used to have her lessons

on the Wurlitzer at the palace.

Soon we became friends.

What was she like?

She was stubborn as a mule.

She wouldn't listen to anybody.

Her daddy wanted her
to be a society girl,

but she was gonna
be her own person.

W-when we first met,

I thought Dorothy Ross had --
had it all.

Big house, fancy clothes.

But as I got older,
I realized...

She was just as trapped
as I was.

The Empire State Building?

The Empire State Building!

That's it?
That's where you want to go?

Dorothy, I said
anyplace in the world!

New York City is in the world.

I've never been there.
Have you?

New York City is a place
where you get on a boat.

How about...
The Taj Mahal?

Well, sure --
you didn't say

what palaces I wanted to visit.

The Taj Mahal isn't a palace.
No one lived there.

It's a mausoleum the Shah
built for his dead wife.

How do you know so much
about the world?

Oh, they still let me
in the library.

I did not mean it like that.

I guess I don't have
your imagination.

I don't imagine.
I plan.

Nate, this town's crawling
with treasure hunters.

I'll do a sweep
and report back to you.

But do not let Charlie
leave the hospital.

I found this behind a wall when
we first moved in. Stand by.

Couldn't bear to throw it away.

Does this help you?

No, but it looks like
somebody that lived here

really wanted to visit --

The Eiffel Tower!
Yeah.

That's where Dorothy
wanted to go, too!

Her daddy was thrilled

she was finally aspiring
to the finer things in life.

Oh, so he started giving her
French lessons.

What he didn't know --
that she was turning around

and teaching me French, too.

"Please tell me where I can find
the nearest bakery."

S'il vous pla�t, ou se trouve
la boulangerie la plus proche?

Hmm.

"The last boat
left an hour ago.

You'll have to
take the bridge."

Le dernier b�teau est parti
depuis une heure.

Il vous faut passer
par le pont.

Oh, for Pete's sake!

I have a private tutor, but you
speak better French than I do!

Pour l'amour du ciel,
j'ai un professeur particulier,

mais toi tu parles le fran�ais
mieux que moi.

I just have an ear
for languages.

I'd say you're ready to go
to France right now.

Maybe we can go together,
after the Germans leave.

I said it as a joke,

just so I could take it back,
but I meant every word of it.

I was in love
with Dorothy Ross.

I'd like that.

Dorothy!

Daddy!

Oh, I dropped my book.

Charlie was just helping me.

Of course.
How's your mama?

She still working
for Harold Dole's family?

Yes, sir.
Going on 20 years now.

Good.

Well, you give your mother
my regards, won't you?

Yes, I'll do that,
Mr. Ross.

You look splendid today.

Thank you.

Now, Willamette City
is not Selma, Alabama,

but it was 1942.

And a black man making overtures
to a white woman

was literally a crime.

But I had gotten away with it.

Or so I thought.

Hey!

What did I do?

You know what you did.

And I'm just getting started.

Well, what you waiting on?
Hit me! Hit me!

Lewis.

I was wondering what
your car was doing here.

Sheriff.

This spook tried to have
his way with the Ross girl.

It's a lie!
Easy, Charlie.

Now, Lewis, you run
Mr. Ross' mill, right?

Yes, sir.

Does that job come
with a badge now, too?

You're making a mistake,
sheriff.

Well, it won't be
my first time.

Now get on.

Hello, Charlie.

I'll be all right.

Now...

Messing with
Alfred Ross' daughter --

you are playing with fire, son.

I can take care of myself.

Well, no, you can't.

Now, I'm shipping off
to training camp

and, after that, the war.

The deputies
that I'm leaving behind,

they don't know you
as well as I do,

and they're not gonna
give a rat's tail

if those boys come back.

I can promise you that.
All right?

And they will come back.

What am --
what am I supposed to do?

Everybody's got to find
their own way right now.

I'm just giving you
the lay of the land.

At that moment,
I realized I had to do something

to change Mr. Ross' mind
about me.

Maybe Dorothy was right --

Maybe I was ready
to go to France.

Charlie's not here.
Huh?

He enlisted this morning.

Now, there weren't
a lot of choices

for a black man in the army.

I drove a supply truck
as part of the red ball express.

And I was good at it.

And I could use my French

to horse-trade
for food and wine and whatever.

Well, not that I got the chance
to enjoy it.

It was after D-Day, and we were
clearing pockets of Germans

in the French countryside.

Let's hold up here.

Paris was gonna have to wait.

I need another pineapple.
This is from that batch of duds.

Need some ammo, too.

�coutez! Aidez-moi, monsieur,
s'il vous pla�t!

Faites demi-tour! C'est dangereux!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What is it?
C'est dangereux, monsieur!

Great. The day I lose my translator.
Un soldat allemand.

Je l'ai vu en train
de voler de ma ferme.

- Vous �tes en danger.
- What the hell is she saying?!

Hey, supply.
You listening to me?

Krauts! She's saying krauts!
Get down!

Aah!

Aah! Allez!

He's in the woods!

Lay down suppression fire!

Can you move? Move to me!

Move!

Help me! Help me!

I need a position!

Grenade!

Move it!

Supply. Supply!

Charlie!

Ah, it didn't make sense
that he would be alone like this.

In the chaos of the invasion,
anything was possible.

Take this.
Take his supplies.

Give me the bag.

There might be some intel
on the maps.

Go.

Nice shot, Lawson.

Did you hear him
mention the letters, huh?

Maybe it is true.

What do you got?

Oh, probably just my sensitivity
to dust mites.

It's what happens
when you send me

to the hall of records a second --
No, no, no. No.

Dorothy Ross. What do you
have on Dorothy Ross?

D-- she died.

Dorothy van Buren,
formerly Dorothy Ross --

She died three years ago.

But it looks like she spent
her whole life here in town,

playing the Wurlitzer
over at the Roller Palace.

She, uh -- she left her house to her daughter.
Oh.

Where?
That's the address right there.

There's a daughter.
Yeah.

Dorothy married some local guy
in '57.

He died in the '90s.

I'll check it out.
Hmm.

Like hanging here in a hospital
is any better.

You know what, man --
if I get out of this job

- without upper-respiratory
issues, it will be a miracle. - Yeah.

What? Really? This?
What -- nasty.

Don't know where this has been.

Congratulations, private.

He was standing
over there, too,

so I didn't have any choice,
you know.

Hey.
What's going on?

Oh, McClusky got
his first kill.

Saved the whole unit.

Lieutenant's putting him in
for a medal.

McClusky --

the man
who hid behind my truck.

Did I send for you, supply?

I killed that sniper.

You know it. I know it.
Everyone knows it.

McClusky fired the shot.
It's in my report.

It's a lie.

You're calling me a liar?

Yes, sir, I am.

This war is almost over.

Think about what you're doing
right now.

Don't you tell me to think,
lieutenant.

My thinking saved your life!

But I won't get the credit
because I'm a negro,

isn't that right?

That's right.

It's not the policy
of the United States Government

to hand out medals to negroes.

Therefore, private McClusky

fired the shot
that killed the sniper,

making him, and not you,
a candidate for the bronze star.

That's just the way it is,
Charlie.

You don't have to like it,
but that's the way it is.

When you speak English
and French,

German's not that hard.

The letter
was to his girl back home,

a girl he'd never see again
because of me.

I didn't have time to dwell
on this unfortunate situation

because of what I read next.

It was about a painting
he had saved from the fire...

...And how
it would provide for them

for the rest of their lives.

Take this.
Take his supplies.

Give me the bag.

The sniper's gear
was in his tent.

Lieutenant
hadn't looked at it yet.

I was the only one
who knew about the painting.

At that moment, I realized

that I didn't have to be a hero
to get Dorothy.

I had the painting.

And I had a plan.

How can they tear down
the Roller Palace?

Mm. It's a long story.

The developer paid off
the planning commission.

My law firm are trying to help.

Well, you came
to the right place.

My mom played the Wurlitzer
at the Roller Palace

for 50 years.
So I was told.

And anytime someone
would try to tear it down,

she would fight them
tooth and nail.

She'd sit right there
at her old desk,

and she would write a letter
to anyone who would listen.

Hmm. This is her.

Ah. Oh.

She's beautiful.
She was.

She passed away
three years ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Mm.

It's your accent.

You remind me
of my aunt Cecilia.

She was a war bride,
and she taught my mom

to play the Wurlitzer organ
at the Palace

after the war.
Wow.

Ooh!

You know, your father
pays me by the hour.

Oh, come on, Cecilia.
I'm just taking a break!

My teacher would rap me
on the knuckles with a ruler.

Well, that's why I'm so tucky
you're my teacher!

The first time I saw Dorothy
since I left for the war,

it was like she was floating on air.

Dorothy!

It's okay, Cecilia.

He's an old friend.

Charlie.

When did you get back?

Doesn't matter.

I need to speak with you.

Alone.

Yeah.

I can see the Roller Palace
meant the world to your mother.

It did.

Oh, excuse me.

Hello?

Hello, miss Porter?

This is Chad Jones calling
from credit services.

There has been some unusual
activity on your credit card.

Did you, by chance,
purchase a jet ski?

I'm sorry, a what?

I have some more charges
I need you to confirm.

Okay, this is ridiculous.
Let me get my card.

Just a minute.

I'm sorry.
Will you excuse me?

- Oh. No problem. I'll, uh --
I'll just look at the book. - Oh. Okay.

I'm clear.

There's no sign
of the painting here,

but I've got a lead.

Ahh.

Hmm.

Hello, little hidden key
to a safety-deposit box.

Miss Porter, I'm almost done
expunging these false charges

from your credit card.

It will just be another moment.

Guys. Guys,
that painting's only 18 inches.

That can easily fit
inside a safety-deposit box.

Or she could have sold it
and stashed the cash.

Sophie, Hardison, uh,
open that safe-deposit box.

Uh, Eliot, I want you to secure
the bank's perimeter.

Parker, you're doing
a great job. Keep it up.

Remember when I asked you
to go to Paris with me?

Well, now we can.

W-we can sell this painting
in New York,

never come back
to this town again.

We can go to all the places
that you want to go, together.

Nobody can stop us.

What do you say?

I say yes.

How do we do it?

Well, you're playing the
Wurlitzer tomorrow night, right?

Everyone in town will be here.

That's when we'll do it.

But you'll need help.

She'll do it.

Okay.

Here it is.
Step by step.

We can do this.

Someone's coming!

My French.
It's still terrible.

I know.

How was your day, sweetheart?

Uneventful.

Really?
Something bothering you?

It's the rain.
Reminds me of London.

Little homesick maybe.

We'll have to work on that.

Excuse me.

Are you the branch manager?

Yes. I'll be with you
in just one moment.

I'm afraid this can't wait.

Can we speak to you in private?

Of course.

- Please excuse us for a moment.
- Yes, sir.

What seems to be the problem?

The "problem"
is that your bank just failed

a preliminary stress test.

On a scale of 1 to 5 --

1 being best,
5 being worst --

your bank scored...

Risk management, 5.

Delinquent loans, 5.

Cash reserves, 5.

So we're gonna need to
see everything --

the back office,
the vault, everything.

This is outrageous.
Why wasn't I informed?

Go ahead and call D.C.
check up on us.

But I'd advise you
to keep your voice low

unless you want a run
on your broke-ass bank.

Just saying.

Yeah, this is...
Marcus Dupree.

Yes, this is the FDIC
investigation bureau.

What do you need?

I can confirm
that there is a spot inspection

scheduled for today.

That's r--
I got to put you on hold.

Randal.

Singapore, right?

Yeah.

Paul McCartney's
Hofner bass guitar.

You owe me $27,000.

Or we can split this fee

and walk away
with $5 million each.

What do you say?

You should have paid me,
Randal.

I don't understand.

Why couldn't you and Dorothy just run
away in the middle of the night?

In whose car?
Her father's?

We'd never make it
to the county line.

We had to slip away
when everyone in town

was watching something else.

You're not nervous, are you?

You can play this piece
in your sleep.

Yes. It's just...

There are so many people
here tonight.

Oh, honey.
You're gonna be wonderful.

As always.

I better go practice.

Any sign of him?

No, sir.

Are you sure he's back?

Oh, he's here.

You find him.

Dorothy.

Charlie Lawson.

I think we need to have a talk.

When I saw Dorothy's father,

my ticket was punched.

You're just back from the war.

Europe or the Pacific?

France.

We landed in Calais
after D-Day.

My sweet lord.

We do owe you a debt.

Your mother should be proud.

Don't you talk about my mother.
She's no friend of yours.

Now, here's the thing.

Just because you served
our nation honorably

doesn't give you the right
to speak to me like that.

It seems to me you might have
forgotten your place.

You want to beat me...

Go ahead.

Nah.

I don't want to do that.

I just want to ask you
one question.

What are your plans
with my daughter?

It's locked from the outside.

I have to get out.
I have to!

Whatever it is that you and my
wife are up to, it stops now.

Now, I saw Charlie here
yesterday.

You told my father?

I would never do that.

But you got no business
dragging my wife into this!

This is my town!
You don't understand.

If my father
finds Charlie --

I have to get out there!
Please!

Hmm?

Wait, wait, wait!
Wait! Wait!

Dorothy and I
were going to Canada.

She swiped your keys.
We were gonna take your car.

They're right there in my bag.

What?

Grenade!

I need another pineapple.
This is from that batch of duds.

Hey! Hey!
There they are!

Oh! Get out of here!
Go!

Okay, we can jump off
in Edmundville,

catch the Westbound.

Your father won't catch us.

That's not true.
You know that's not true.

My father will do
whatever it takes

to find us
and bring me back here.

He'll hurt you.
I can't let that happen. I can --

I can take care of myself.

I know you can.
But I can't.

I've never been to France,
Charlie.

This town, this place --

it's my home.

Here.

What?

No!

No, keep it safe.
Keep it safe for me.

Keep it safe.

I love you, Dorothy.

So beautiful.

I love you.

And...

That was the last time
I saw Dorothy Ross.

But the painting --
You gave it back to her.

I mean, you could have been set
for life.

Yeah, seems like I read that
in a letter before.

Didn't work too well for him.

Hmm.

Maybe the painting's a curse.

So you didn't come back to town
for the painting.

I got to France on my own.

I even walked the same road

as Van Gogh did
in the painting.

I've had a remarkable life.

I came back to this town
to see her.

And I was just
a couple of years too late.

Where do you think
the painting is now?

Does it matter?

Well, we count around $70,000
in small bills.

I told you.
Dorothy did sell that painting.

This must be all that was left.

I know where the painting is.

Sophie, Hardison,
protect Charlie.

Eliot, come with me.
I'll send you the address.

Sir, we're closed.

With the historical society.
Here to fix the old Wurlitzer.

How long that one been out?

Oh, as long as I can remember.

The lady who used to play it
just figured ways around it.

Hmm.

I'll take that now.

Owen.

What are you doing?

I've spent the last 20 years
of my life chasing a ghost.

Lost my family.

Lost everything.

I'm not leaving here
without it.

You know, Charlie Lawson said
this painting was cursed.

A German soldier died for it.

Look what it's done
to you, Owen.

Nate, I know you think
you can talk me out of this.

But you can't.

Well, you know, I'm not trying
to reason with you, Owen.

I just want you to understand
why it is I'm doing this.

Oh, no!

No, no, no, no, no.

This painting's about
a man going to work.

That's why you loved it.

Somehow that got lost.

I think
the Boston Museum of Art

is an excellent choice,
Charlie.

Hmm.

H-how did you
figure it out?

You told me.

See, once I knew that Dorothy
had the painting,

the key to finding it
was understanding her.

My mom played the Wurlitzer
at the Roller Palace

for 50 years.

And anytime someone
would try to tear it down,

she would fight them
tooth and nail.

Now, she was loyal.

Loyal to this town,
loyal to you.

She made you a promise.

She said that she would keep
the Van Gogh safe,

and that's exactly
what she did...

...Watching over it every time
she played the organ.

She saved her tips
all those years, hoping.

In case I came back.
Yeah.

You know...

When I came back here
and found out she was gone,

I felt cheated.

I-I didn't know how she would
have felt about seeing me.

Now I-I guess I do.

You can't possibly know
that's the real story.

No, but it's the best story.

Ah.
I guess this is it.

Yeah.

They're gonna be discharging you
in about an hour, so...

Take care of yourself, Charlie.

It's the one thing
I've always done.

Okay.

There's one thing
I want to tell you.

Don't waste time.

Yeah.