All language subtitles for Charlies Angels - S2E11 1080p (moviesbyrizzo upl)

Forgive me for a moment,
ladies and gentlemen.

No matter how long
you've been in this business,

and believe me,

I have been in it
since the discovery of fire,

one tends to get...

a little dry in the throat.

Ah...

Now, that's what I call
wet water.

JV"

When I was a mere tad,
ladies and gentlemen...

my mother said to me,

"Wendell, you're going to set
the world on fire."

But little did she know.

He's right here,
Charlie.

Wendell?

Sorry I was delayed.

That's quite all right.

Your Angels have been
most hospitable.

He's been doing
magic tricks, Charlie.

I can't help myself.

When I find
an audience

as delightful as this,

I'm driven to perform.

Have the police been
bothering you again, Wendell?

Yes, early
this morning.

Last night's fire was the
third in as many weeks.

And all at Fashion City
warehouses?

So I understand.

The police are convinced
that the "Magic Man"

is at large again.

Who's the Magic Man?

An almost legendary torch

who's believed
to be responsible

for the more than a dozen
insurance fires

throughout the country
over the past few years.

Very little is
known about him,

but it's rumored that he was
a professional magician,

hence the nickname.

You see, my dears,
I am cursed three times.

I am a magician.

In my act,
I create fires,

and I've had
the great misfortune

to be in some of the cities

where the Magic Man
has worked his mischief.

None of that
is evidence, of course,

but I can see
where they might

be suspicious.

Oh...

I'm sorry.

Do you mind if
I smoke, ladies?

Uh, really, I-

Oh, go ahead.

Thank you.

Thank you.
It's quite all right.

I have my own light.

Oh!

How'd you do that?

I can't believe that!

Hey, captain,
take a break, will you?

Hi, Alex.

You been to any good
fires lately?

How are you doing,
Sabfina?

Pretty good.

Say, are you working on a case?
Yeah.

Then I've got nothing
official to say.

Hey, listen, Alex.

Three fires
in three weeks.

All in Fashion City

warehouses
or facilities.

Official or unofficial,
that's arson.

Yeah. You know it.

Yeah.
How was this one set?

Don't know.

There are no clues.

Magic Man?

Off the record?
Yeah.

We think so.

Well, who do you think
he was working for?

Well, the guy
who owns Fashion City

is Joseph Watson.

Now, here's something
you might find interesting.

Yeah?

Now, about two years
ago, in Detroit,

a garment warehouse
was burned down.

Now, arson was never proved,
so insurance was paid.

Now, the guy
who owned that warehouse,

and Fashion City,

is the same
Joseph Watson...

Joseph Watson,

and you think
he hired Wendell Muse?

I think
we've talked enough.

Hey, come on, Alex.

Look, would a man
who was clever enough

to devise an undetectable
method of arson

go around the country
doing a magic fire act?

It can't be
Wendell Muse.

It's too obvious.

Maybe.

Maybe he wants
to be obvious.

Maybe he gets
some kind of kick

out of rubbing
our faces in it.

I don't know,

but he knows
we can't touch him

until we figure out
how he starts the fires.

What if Alex is right?

Wendell is guilty?

Just using us
for smoke screen?

Yeah, in a manner of speaking.

Hi, 803.
Hi.

You look like you've got
something up your sleeve, Bos.

Ooh. Well put.

Listen to this.

There is a magician

by the name
of the Great Danzini

who is performing
at the Magic Castle.

Now, he likes
to live high,

but he is not drawing
as well as he used to.

As a matter of fact,
he's so broke,

he may have to hook
his rabbit.

If I have to hear
one more magic joke...

Being in debt is hardly a
crime, 803.

True.

But I talked
to his agent.

Now, before his act
soured,

he used to play
all over the country--

Atlanta, Nashville,
Pittsburgh.

As a matter of fact,

it was the very same tour
as Wendell Muse.

And let me guess.

Their bookings were all
around the time

that the Magic Man
was up to--

No! Don't say it!

Up to his old tricks?

She said it.

At the very same time
as the fire

in the warehouse
in Detroit.

The one that was owned
by Watson.

Hmm...

Well, listen.

If Wendell and Danzini
are both appearing

at the Magic Castle,

maybe we all ought to
materialize there ourselves.

Okay.

That's a good idea.

You concentrate on that,
and I'll concentrate on Watson.

I wonder what it'll take
to... interest Mr. Watson?

Monsieur Watson, please.

Coco, Coco, Coco.
Be still.

Come here, my darling.

Who shall I say is...

I am Maxine Myrtille
of Chez Roger, Paris.

One moment,
please.

Merci.

Coco, Coco, Coco.

There's a Maxine,
uh...

Myrtille.
Myrtille.

Maxine Myrtal.

Myrtille.

Maxine Mertal
from Paris to see you,

Mr. Watson.

Mr. Watson
will be right out.

Ah, merci beaucoup.

Coco, Coco.

Ah... Hmm.

Bonjour. Bonjour.

Mademoiselle
Mertal?

Myrtille.
Myrtille.

How can I help you?

I believe I have
a mutual acquaintance,

Monsieur Jules Deveaux,
is that not true?

Yes, I've met Jules,

although I
don't know him well.

His Lucerne collection
was extremely successful.

Ah, yes, it was.
I was the head designer.

Ah, Coco.

I have a proposition
to make to you

that I think
you will find

very interesting.

Well, I'd be delighted
to hear it.

Ah, merci beaucoup.
Ah, me rci, merci.

Coco,
Coco, come darling, Coco.

And so you see,
monsieur,

I am in this country
for only a short time

and I look for a, a...
how do you say?

Uh, the outlet
for my designs.

You've come
to the right place.

Ah...

We'd be most happy

to consider
your designs.

They're most impressive.

Ah, merci.

In fact,
they're almost identical

to some of Jules Deveaux's
most recent work.

Almost identical.

Uh, but, of course.

Jules and I have
similar feelings.

Ah.

Excuse me,
monsieur,

you have been most amiable,

but I must ask what felicities
you have to offer.

Felicities?

Oh, I am sorry.

My English is not very good.

Um...

Uh. Uh...

Facilities.

That is the word,
yes?

Oh, yes. Facilities.

You'll want an office,
I imagine?

Oh.

I should be most grateful.

Well, I'll arrange it
at once.

Ah, merci.

As long as you can
produce designs such as these,

mademoiselle...

Oh,
I think we're going to have

a very
profitable relationship.

Oh, merci beaucoup.
Say "m erci, " C oco.

Good night.

And now,
ladies and gentlemen,

from the Pantheon
of Mysterioso...

the Flying Coffin.

As you can see, my assistant,
Mary Ann,

is a very lively girl,

and yet
she will appear

to be right at home
in this coffin.

I hope you'll be comfortable
in there, my dear.

You should be...

for it is a luxury model
last used

by the greatest ghoul of all--
Count Dracula...

The Great Danzini
likes to live big,

but his act isn't drawing.

Then let us proceed.

Gently.

And are you comfortable?

Yes.

Captain Summers.

Do you honestly think
I'd be stupid enough

to set four
such similar fires

one right after
the other,

and then expect
the insurance company

to pay up?

No one's accusing you
of anything, Mr. Watson.

Ah, bonjour.
bonjour.

Pardon. Bonjour. Bonjour.

Who was that?

A designer
from Paris.

Somehow she seems familiar.

Captain,

I want that arsonist caught
more than you do,

to prove
I didn't hire him.

Okay, Mr. Watson.

I'll give you a call
if anything turns up.

Hello, fishy.

Fishy, fishy.

Ah, Monsieur Watson,
what has happened?

Your warehouse has been
burned by the fire.

Arson
is what's happened.

We're the target
of some kind of maniac.

Those fires
were set on purpose.

But who would do
such a thing?

I called Paris.

Jules Deveaux is in Iran.

He can't be reached
for three weeks.

Of course.
This I knew.

Did you?

I spoke with his secretary.

She remembered

the Maxine Myrtille
who worked there

as having dark blonde hair
and blue eyes.

Ah.

I remember her most clearly.

Too heavy and very unpleasant.

Also extremely jealous.

You mean she lied to me
just out of spite?

I see.

You think I am the imposteur?

Bien.

I will take my designs

and give them
to someone else.

Uh, no, no,
no, no, no.

There's no need
to do that.

Look, I don't care
who you are,

or how you got those designs.

As long as you can deliver,
we'll do business.

All I want
to say is,

be careful.

Merci beaucoup.

Au revoir.

Tell Romero she's leaving now.

Hey, let me give you
a hand with that.

Why don't you take
the front?

Where are we taking
this thing?

Around the corner.

Okay.

Now, just up
against the wall.

Oh, thanks.

Hey, you work
with the Great Danzini, right?

I admit to it.

My name's Kris.

Oh, you're with
Zolton the...

Sorcerer.
Sorcerer.

Mary Ann.

Gee, it must be terrific
working with the Great Danzini.

It beats, um...

topless dancing and coal
mining, if that's what you mean.

Yeah, but he's so cute.

Oh, he agrees
with you.

Oh, that bad, huh?

Bad?

He has to buy a new mirror
every week.

They die from over-work.

Here, let me help you.

Look, honey.

If you want my job,
don't let me stop you.

Hey, wait a minute.

I didn't mean
anything like that.

Oh...

Hey, forget it.

Look, this guy has got me
very edgy, you know,

and,
well, sometimes, I just...

I don't know
when to turn it off.

What's he do that's so bad?

Well, for one thing,
he's insulting.

The other night,
he comes up to me and says

"If you don't go on a diet,

the Flying Casket will
never get off the ground."

Of all the nerve...

He's like, um,
possessive, you know?

I mean, he always wants
to know where I am,

and then he goes off himself
for days at a time.

Do you have any idea where?

No idea.

He's, um... suspicious.

He's practically paranoid

someone'll steal
one of his lousy tricks.

See you around, kid.

Excuse me.

Could you tell me
Where they...

never mind.

Open Sesame.

My contacts in
the spirit world

tell me your name
is Elizabeth Hart.

Your father
was Malvolio,

one of the great
magicians.

I think your contacts
in the spirit world

checked
at the front desk.

Ah, alas,
I'm found out.

I saw you in the audience
last night.

Did you enjoy
the show?

It had a certain...
style, I suppose.

The illusions however were--

Were not
like your father's.

One great illusion
is all I need.

One sensational trick

whose secret is known
only to me.

Houdini had
his "Water Torture,"

your father,

the "Collapsing
Pressure Chamber."

We know, of course,
how Houdini's was done,

but the secret
of your father's illusion

died with him.

If your contacts
in the spirit world

were any good,

they would tell you
Malvolio kept a diary.

You know?

The secret of the
Collapsing Pressure Chamber?

Several men have died
trying to duplicate it.

My father left
strict instructions to me.

Only a man with the talent,
the drive necessary

to become another Houdini
or Malvolio

will ever know the secret.

You are looking at that man.

Prove it.

Oh, now, you are Kris
and I am Zolton.

All right.
Now, don't be nervous.

Zolton.

And now,
ladies and gentlemen,

Zolton the Sorcerer and
his lovely assistant, Kris.

Zolton. Zolton.

It's wonderful.
Let's go.

Okay.

Thank you, thank you,
ladies and gentlemen.

I am Zolton the Sorcerer,

and this is
my lovely assistant,

Kris.

Please, please.

Sir, if you wish
to hail a cab,

would you please
go outside?

Thank you very much.

Now, I, Zolton,

and my lovely assistant,

Kris...

Are going to attempt

to tap
the very recesses

of your minds,

thereby demonstrating
for you

the wondrous powers

commonly known as ESP
or mental telepathy.

Now, I have here...

Oh, well, I had it...

Oh.

Thank you.

You see,
I have here before you

what is known
as a common Halloween mask,

impossible
to see through

with human eyes.

Now, I, Zolton,

and my lovely assistant,
Kris...

She will be walking
amongst you,

asking for small articles

that you have
on your person.

Kris, proceed.

Uh, Kris?

Kris?

Oh, yes,
I'm ready, Zolton.

Oh. Splendid.

I am holding in my hand
an object.

What is it?

Seems to be
still very foggy.

Well, just...
take your time.

Aha! You are holding a watch!

Absolutely correct.

All right. Now, concentrate.

You are holding
a glass of orange juice?

A man has a glass
of orange juice in his pocket?

No, no. Urn...

Do you believe
this act?

Um... please be right.

You are holding
a pen.

Absolutely correct.

Are you ready, Zolton?

Zolton!

Zolton.

And now you should be able to
see clearly through that fog.

I can,

as if I were not wearing
a Halloween mask at all,

but I were wearing
a pair of glasses.

All right, Zolton.

Don't blow this one.

Aha!
A handkerchief.

Ah, and who have we here?

Well, it looks like
two very shy gentlemen.

Your wallet, please.
Would you give me your wallet?

No, we don't want to.

Oh,
it looks like they're going

to need
a little encouragement.

A little encouragement,
please.

Lovely.

Your wallet?

Thank you.

All right, Zolton,
are you ready?

Fire away.

All right,
concentrate now, Zolton.

I will try to steer you
in the right direction.

You are holding
a side of beef?

No. No, no.

No, you're heading
down the wrong street.

Well,
in that case,

you are holding
a driver's license.

Absolutely correct.

Thank you.
Hey, give me that.

Mister...
Thomas Romero of Encino.

What do you
think you're doing?

You're out of your mind,
you know that?

Thank you for being
such good sports.

Weren't they wonderful,
ladies and gentlemen?

Thank you.

Thank you one and all.

Kris...

Come up here.

You were wonderful.

Listen, I'll be with you
as soon as I change.

Okay. I want to go check
on who those guys were.

Okay.

So they packed
the showerhead with sodium.

Then when she turns
on the water,

it ignites.

It's very neat
and very dangerous.

The Magic Man.

Oh, no,
maybe not.

Charlie
got a report

from some of his people
in the Midwest

and they say

that there was
an unidentified corpse

discovered in that
warehouse in Detroit.

The one
owned by Watson?

That's right.

And the underworld there

believes that the body
was that of the Magic Man.

But why would someone
go after me?

Well, I guess
just to frighten you.

Well, they did that.

Hey, 808,
you find out anything

about those two fellows
who were following me?

Yeah, as a matter of fact,
I've got it right here.

Let's see one of the guy's
names was Tommy Romero,

small-time crook

with a very
undistinguished career.

Works with a partner
named Mel Gross.

Oh, and get this.

They were both recently
gainfully employed as shippers

at one of Joseph Watson's
Fashion City warehouses.

Watson again.

Fashion City's
closed on Sunday.

I think I'll go over there
and take a look around.

You onto something, Bree?

Maybe.

The guard told me,
that before the fire started,

he thought he heard
a phone ring.

Well, I could have sworn,

the other night
in the warehouse--

I could have sworn
I heard a phone ring too.

And?

I don't know.
Maybe there's some connection.

You look
truly magnificent.

Nobody'“ ever
accuse you

of understatement.

Oh, on the country.

In your presence,

I find words
are inadequate.

Rather
than the compliments,

I'd prefer
a glass of wine.

Well, of course.

Whatever
the lady desires.

For you...

A glass of wine.

I gathered
that's what it is.

Well, you're certainly
blase.

I mean,
where did it come from?

How could I have
known in advance

what drink
you preferred?

You asked the bartender.

Look, this seems
a little silly.

Rather than trying to impress
me with such simple tricks,

why don't you tell me
about yourself?

Tell me how
you developed your act,

where you plan
to go from here...

I do want to get to know you
better.

Do you?

I'd like to see
what you've been working on.

Well, of course, you realize

there are some
unscrupulous people

on the fringes
of our profession.

They wouldn't hesitate
to steal new ideas.

Surely you don't think
I'm one of them?

No, of course not,

but they might see me

demonstrating my illusions
for you.

Look, let's just forget it.

Now, wait.
Please.

Where's the fire?

I beg your pardon?

Did I say fire?

I meant flower.

Is this one of the
incredible illusions

you were afraid I'd steal?

Now,
I really didn't mean that.

Look, we could work out
a private showing.

I have a place
up in the mountains

where I go
from time to time

to get away for a few days.

Perhaps we could go there.

You're being a little obvious,
aren't you?

Well, I hoped
that that would be refreshing

in a magician.

I'll think about it.

One moment.

Please do.

Charming.

May I?

Hi.

Hi.

Where's Kelly?

She's upstairs, working
on the not-so-great Danzini.

Okay, listen.

We don't have magical fires.

What we have here
is a very clever arsonist.

You mean you know how
the fires were started?

Yeah.

By telephone.

Telephone?

Uh-huh. Someone stuffed
a pyrophoric compound

into
the bell chamber--

All right, all right.
Pyro-what'?

You shouldn't say
words like that

in public, Bree.

Oh, come on,
Bosley.

A pyrophoric compound.

I checked with a chemist.

It's mostly phosphorus.

Is that
all it takes?

It's a little
more complicated.

You see, you got the phone,
right?

Right.

Now, you put this phosphorus
in the bell chamber, okay?

You fix a wire
in the bell chamber.

The phone rings.

A little
electrical charge

hits the phosphorus.

Now, then, the phosphorus
is easy to ignite, right?

But it spreads up too quickly,

so you have to fill
the rest of the phone...

with this.

That's, uh...
that's gun cotton.

That's what put me
onto the whole thing.

Well,
that explain, then,

why the arsonist
was never around.

All he had to do

was just dial
the phone number.

Yeah...

he could have done it
in another city.

Yeah, but could he be onstage?

Well, if the arsonist

is Wendell Muse
or Danzini

then the phone call

has to somehow be made
while they're performing.

I mean, that's been
the pattern so far.

That's right.

So then,
what we have to do

is catch the arsonist
in the act.

And there's another telephone
already rigged at Fashion City.

That means he plans one
for tonight.

You know what?

There's a pay telephone
backstage.

I don't know
how he does it,

but if it's
one of our magicians,

I'll bet you
that's the phone he uses.

Yeah, well,
I took the phosphorous

out of the phone
at Fashion City.

I'll be there when it rings.

If we're lucky,

maybe we'll catch ourselves
a ghost.

I will now perform for you

the superb illusion
that I have performed

only once before,

for the crowned heads of Europe
during a command performance.

Observe
the handkerchiefs closely.

Carefully, and now...

Voilaa.

JV"

Hello?

Mr. Watson, this is Ed Gage.

I thought you'd
want to know...

That French woman's
been in here, poking around.

She's in your
office right now.

Thanks, Ed,
but it's all right.

You just
go on home now.

Okay, Mr. Watson.

Anything you say.

Are you ready, my dear?

Ready,
Danzini.

Then let us proceed.

Gently.

Are you perfectly comfortable?

Yes.

Kris?

Bull's-eye,
Sabrina.

It was Mary Ann.

What do you
think you're doing?

You're ruining my act.

Not just yet, mademoiselle.

Monsieur, why do you have
the... the gun?

Cut the accent.
You're not French.

What have you got in here?

Of course!

I thought it could be
a woman's voice I heard,

phoning me,
whispering to me

that the Magic Man
had come back from the grave.

Oh, but I knew
that was impossible.

There's nowhere to go.

Look, I don't know what
you're talking about, okay?

I pretended
to be French

so that you would
look at my designs,

all right, but I don't know
what you're talking about.

Now what's the harm
in that, huh?

Back in there.

I'm telling you,

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I do not know what
you are talking about.

The Magic Man's name
was Larry Webb.

He was my husband.

He was also
an arsonist.

Yeah...

He,
uh, he got down on himself.

He... he wasn't making it
in show business.

So he started setting fires
for money.

He was good at it.

What's the tie-in with Watson?

Larry left an envelope with me
to be opened

in case anything
happened to him.

In it
was a list of clients

who had paid Larry

to start
those insurance fires...

and the last name on the list...
was Joseph Watson.

Then your husband
was that man

that was killed
in that fire in Detroit.

Yes.

Watson tricked Larry somehow.

He trapped him in that
warehouse,

and then he set it
on fire.

I know it.

I know it...

but I couldn't prove it.

But, see...

I knew how Larry
started the fires.

I wanted to ruin Watson...

to destroy everything he owned
with fire.

Look, I don't know
who you think I am,

but I did not
set those fires.

Now, now--
you gotta believe me.

I really don't know
what you're talking about.

The Magic Man...

Who are you?

His sister?

No, I- No.

His wife?
His girlfriend?

No!

He must have--
He must have told you,

or left a diary
or something.

Listen, I am a beginning
fashion designer

trying to get a break.

I don't know a Magic Man.

He did a job
for me once...

and then he tried
to blackmail me.

It was his mistake.

Now, look.

Don't move
or I'll kill you.

I'm not going to move, okay?

I'm sitting back.

What is this?
What has she done?

Wait a moment.

What's going on here?

I'm afraid you're gonna have
to find yourself

a new assistant.

You're not Malvolio's
daughter, are you?

Afraid not.

And the Collapsing
Pressure Chamber?

Collapsed.

Well, I wonder why
we haven't heard

or seen from Sabrina?

She's probably still
at Fashion City.

You got a dime, Bosley?

Ah...

Oh...

You're taking this magic stuff
too seriously.

Something like this,
I should think.

Yes.

That's very ingenious.

Now the police

are going to find
their arsonist.

It's busy.

Well, we'll just
wait a minute

and call back.

Okay.

When that phone
goes off...

This whole place

will go up
like a torch,

and you're gonna go
with it.

You know,
it's really a pity,

because
whoever you are,

you're very pretty.

Well, I'm going
to Palm Springs.

I'll establish
my presence there.

Oh... I'll call you.

That's weird.

It rang a couple of times
and then it went dead.

Well, did someone
answer?

Uh-uh.
It didn't sound like that.

We'd better
get over there

right away.
Come on.

JV"

The building's
on fire!

Yes, I want
to report a fire.

Randolph and 16th,
Fashion City offices.

I've got it.

Okay, on three.
Ready?

One, two, three.

Sabfina?
Sabrina!

Hold it.
She's in there.

Wait a minute.
I'll get the fire extinguisher.

Coming! Okay...

Is she okay?

I don't see
any burns.

She took in
a lot of smoke.

And Sabrina's
death on smoking.

Well done, Angels.

Joseph Watson was picked up
by the police last night.

Whatever happens
to him,

I'd say
Mary Ann Webb's revenge

was a Success.

Well, I hope
that's a comfort to her

in prison.

Oh, one more thing, Kris.

I did want to compliment you
and Bosley

on that marvelous
mind-reading act.

Oh, thank you, Charles.

Charlie...

You were there?

Of course.

I wouldn't have missed it
for the world.

I gave Kris my pen

and Bosley got it right away.

Goodbye, Angels.

Uh, uh, wait, Charlie!
Charlie?

Okay.

What did he look like?

I don't know, it was...
it was really dark.

Well, try to remember, Kris.

Well, I was nervous.

Oh, come on.

Was he tall?
Was he short?

What color
was his hair?

Well, I don't remember.

You got to think.

You got to think
a little harder.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.
He gave me his pen...

Come on. Bosley, you
always do this to us.

Why can't you remember?

Calm down, calm down.
What'd he look like?

I don't know.

JV"