All language subtitles for Charlies Angels - S2E13 1080p (moviesbyrizzo upl)

Sunwest Dude Ranch.
Climb aboard, folks.

All righty.

Well, folks,

it's an all-night ride
to Sunwest,

so, uh, relax,

and there'll be

hot breakfast

when we get there
in the morning.

Oh... What the devil?

Tres chic?

Whoo. .. Tres chic!

Boy, we've really
run up a bill too.

That is sensational.

Do you like it?

I love it.

Wow.

Whom.!

Now, you heard
Charlie, right?

Are you sure we may be going
to the Bahamas?

That's right.
I made him repeat it to be sure.

He's considering
the case.

What's the case?

Well, he didn't say.

He did not say

because
he was negotiating

with
a potential client

the matter of a fee.

Oh, you mean
to cover our cover?

Precisely.

And unfortunately,
they did not come to terms

so we will not
be working on this case.

Oh, Bosley.

Are you saying
the whole thing's off?

You grasp my
meaning perfectly.

Oh...

Charlie
can't do this.

I mean, he can't
do it, Bosley.

He can't lead us
into heaven

and then
just pull the plug.

I am sorry,

but the venture
was economically not feasible.

With clothes
like these,

who needs
to be feasible?

But it was not
a total loss,

because Charlie did
accept a case,

and a certain wardrobe
will be needed.

Yeah, but not
like this, right?

No, not quite.

Well, Angels,
it seems to go like this.

Joseph Frisch

was apparently killed
by a blow

with some sort
of blunt instrument.

So we must assume

someone on that bus
is a murderer.

At the moment, all we have

is a name
with each of the pictures.

Now, this lady
is Jean Trevor from New York.

Mr. Ed Miller
from Phoenix, Arizona.

Ed Cole,
the Sunwest Dude Ranch foreman.

Mr. George Jackson,
from Los Angeles.

Mr. Jackson I know about,
Angels.

He once worked for me
as an assistant investigator.

Well, that could be
interesting.

What's he doing
on the bus?

That's a good question,
Sabrina.

I can tell you this--

Jackson is not!

one of your higher-class
gumshoes.

And nobody got on
or off the bus

from the time
it left the airport

until the time

it got
to Sunwest Dude Ranch?

According to the driver,
the bus never stopped.

What about the local
authorities, Charlie?

There's a sheriff
named Hayden.

He's questioned everyone
who was on the bus.

It seems no one saw anything,
heard anything,

and no one seems, in any way,
related to the dead man.

Charlie,
who is hiring us?

The man who owns the Sunwest.

He doesn't like the idea

of one of his guests
being a killer,

and his guests apparently
don't like it either.

Most of them have left or
canceled their reservations.

Now, I think
you should all pretend

you don't know each other--
at first, anyway.

You can move easier.

Your contact
will be Sheriff Hayden.

By the way, Bosley,

besides some rather
startling bills

for hats, boots,
and clothes,

you've submitted one
for golfing?

Oh, that's, uh...

That's for rolfing, Charlie,
with an 'R...

Rolfing?
You mean as in deep massage?

Well... Yes.

Yesterday, when I found out
what our assignment was,

I rented a horse...

I've, uh, brushed up
on my riding,

then, last night,

the, uh, the part of my body
that touches the saddle

was suffering from, uh...

excruciating cramps.

So you got yourself
rolfed?

Yes.

I went to an elderly
Chinese gentleman.

But, Bosley, $85?

Well, I was there
for several hours, Charlie.

Well, it was an elderly
Chinese gentleman.

And he was working

on very elderly
muscles.

I think you grasp the picture,
Charlie.

Yes, I grasp the picture,
but do me a favor, Bosley.

Yes, Charlie?

Either firm up
that part of your body

we've discussed,

or forget the saddle

and get
a very soft horse.

My accountant and I
are very distressed

about these added expenses.

Good luck, Angels.

Bye, Charlie.

Sheriff Hayden?

Yeah.

I'm Sabrina Duncan.

This is Kelly Garrett,
Kris Munroe, John Bosley.

Oh, yeah.

Mr. Townsend's
people.

Yes, sir. That's right.

Boy, you three are prettier
than fresh-foaled fillies.

You really know how
to turn a phrase, Sheriff.

How's that?

You have
a way with words.

Oh...

Uh, Sheriff, the man
who was killed

on the bus,

have you found a motive
for the killing?

Well, now,
he had no boodle in his poke.

Say that again?

I think he means

he had no cash
in his wallet.

Oh, well, then...

then robbery
could be a motive?

Say, that's an idea.

Uh, yeah.

What did you find
in his wallet, Sheriff?

Oh, some of them there
credit cards.

No driver's license.

And where
is Frisch's body now?

Coroner's office.

Soon as they confirm up
the identification,

they're gonna notify
his next of kin.

Oh, there's our ride.

We'll contact you
if we make any progress,

and by the way,
we're all incognito.

Incog-what?

Undercover,
remember?

Oh, yeah. Very good.

Well, you keep
in touch, now.

If you get confused or
anything, just give a holler.

I'll do everything I can
to straighten you out.

Well, thank you,
Sheriff.

Are you with
the Sunwest Dude Ranch?

I'm Ed Cole.
I run the place for the owner.

Well, then we're with you.

Kelly Garrett,
Philadelphia.

Heard of it.

Sabrina Duncan,
Butte, Montana.

My, you look
so, uh...

Western.

I just can't wait
to get into my duds.

That is what
you call them,

isn't it? Duds?

Whatever you like,
Mrs. Garrett.

I wish my husband
had been that agreeable.

Last week, in Las Vegas,
I became a "Miss" again.

I'm here to get over
the pain of it all.

Well, we'll do all we can
to ease your pain.

I know you will.

Oh.

I forgot
your name.

Oh, uh, Kris Munroe.
I'm from Des Moines.

That's in Iowa.

Ant“...

I think you said
your name was Bosley, right?

Right, Bosley. John Bosley.

Pharmaceuticals,
Chicago.

"A pill for your ill?"
A little slogan we use.

All right,
if you're all ready,

let's make tracks
for the old bunkhouse,

as they say.

I bet you say that
to just about everybody.

Comes with the territory.

You want to meet later?
I'll explain it to you.

I'll give that some thought.

So will I.

Now, the first thing to remember
is stay away from Old Sawtooth.

You can recognize him

by the white diamond
on his back.

You know, all the cowboys here
keep betting each other

they can ride Old Sawtooth,

but nobody's done it yet.

What
an interesting name...

Old Sawtooth.

What gender is that?

I think Miss Trevor
wants to know

“fl “K's a boy
or 3 gm horse.

Miss Garrett,

I believe out here
in the wilderness,

the term
"boy" or. "girl"

is not applicable
to horses.

Old Sawtooth
is a gelding.

He's about
10 years old.

Looks like he's probably
been a rodeo bronc.

Well, this ain't the first
time you ever seen a horse.

No, I use to ride
some rodeo myself.

Jackson Hole,
Butte...

What are you doing here?

Well, I had
a little accident.

I thought I'd just
lay back for awhile

while I was on the mend.

You said gelding.

Is that
a boy or a girl?

Oh, neither...

Or, I think,
as you say here,

“ heather .“

I taught grammar
in Des Moines.

Oh, oh... Oh. No.

There he goes.

Hold his head in.

He ain't
gonna bite you.

Hey, hey, hey.
Hang on.

Easy. Easy.
Watch it.

Hey, hey, hey.
Hold it.

Whom
Let her hose“.

Whom.!

Yeehaw!

Old Sawtooth's
won again.

Hey...

Nice ride.

Like the man said,

nobody rides
Old Sawtooth.

Well, since Old Sawtooth
is eating,

why don't we?

Don't like hay much.

I like a fella
with a sense of humor.

Come on.

All right, we'll meet back
here for the trail ride

at 2:00, all right?

Mr. Bosley,

maybe we could discuss
Old Sawtooth's gender

over a plate of grits
or something?

My pleasure.

Miss Trevor,

I believe
in these parts

grits are out,
beans are in.

How quaint.
Yes.

This place
is like a ghost town.

If they don't get
any guests soon,

they're gonna go broke.

Yeah, you're right.

You know what?

I think I'm gonna take
another run at Jackson.

Okay, I'll stay
with Cole.

You and your friends,
real social types, huh?

My friends?

Miss Munroe,
Miss Duncan,

Mr. Bosley.

They're not really
friends of mine.

We met on the bus
at the airport.

Oh, I got the feeling
you all knew each other.

Like you said,
we're the social types.

Well, let's saddle up
for our trail-ride, gang.

Okay.

Sabrina!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Are you okay?

Are you all right,
Bree?

Uh-huh.

Careful.
Why'd he spook?

I don't know.

Come on, come on.

Hey, what happened?

Well, it's just
my special new way

of dismounting, Bosley.

Uh-huh.

Well, it's the old

"burr under the saddle" trick.

You okay?

No problem.

Old rodeo rider like yourself,
surprised you got tossed.

Well, like I said.

I'm, uh... I'm on the mend.

Yeah. Like you said.

Well, I'll get you
a fresh mount.

Yeah,
I'd appreciate that.

Thank you.

You think he's the one
that set you up for a fall?

Well, let's face it.

Any one of our suspects

could have
slipped me this little jewel.

Well, then,
what do we have?

Well, I talked
to Jackson at lunch,

and he didn't say
too much to me

except
"pass the ketchup,"

which he put
on his steak.

And let's face it, Mr. Cole
is a little uptight himself.

He might have.
something to hide.

What about
Miss Trevor?

Well, she...
I think she's attracted to me.

Really.

She... she said,
"I like the cut of your cloth."

She likes
the cut of your cloth?

Yeah, those were
her very words.

She said,
"like the cut of your cloth."

Well, maybe she wants
to borrow a shirt.

What about Miller?

Miller?

Miller is a business man.

He says he's a businessman,
and that's all he says.

Well, then,
we've got zilch.

Or worse.

What does that mean?

Well, it means

that we don't know
who the killer is,

but he-- or she,
may know who we are.

Yeah.

Hello?

Jackson? Sloan.

Been waiting for your call.

Yeah, I got the message you
left on your service in LA.

What is this number?
Where are you at?

Place called Sunwest Dude
Ranch, north of Baja.

He's here.

You sure?

Would I kid you
at these prices?

The Sunwest Dude Ranch.

Forty miles north
of the border.

We'll be there
in five, six hours.

We found him.

All right.
Let's go.

Okay, what have we got?

Still Zilch.

All right, then let's take it
from the top one more time,

everybody on the bus.

Okay, what
about Miller?

Did you get anymore
on him?

Yeah, well, I found out
what kind of business he's in.

He's a plumbing contractor
from Los Angeles

and he owns
his own business.

Okay, we got a plumber
from Los Angeles.

Now, what about our silent
ranch foreman, Mr. Cole?

He keeps asking
questions about us,

insinuating
that we knew each other

before
we arrived here.

I don't like
the sound of that.

Me neither.

I'll play
my fancy-free divorcée bit

on him some more.

Maybe he'll confide in me.

What about our cut-rate
gumshoe, Mr. Jackson?

Well, he's still
putting ketchup

on his steak,

and very nervous.

Well, I don't think
he came out here

for the sagebrush
and the fresh air.

He doesn't look

like the outdoor type
to me.

Okay, who do we have left,

but Miss Jean Trevor?

Who's also not
the outdoor type,

which tells me she's not here
for fun in the sun.

Okay,
thanks, Charlie.

You've been very helpful.

You got something,
Bosley?

Well, I think so.

Now, listen
to this little scenario.

First, Mr. Cole...

It seems that a few years ago,

he worked for a company
called Fantasy Valley.

Which was?

Phony land speculation,

just worthless
Arizona desert.

The Government
shut the operation down,

and guess who ran the
operation from New York?

None other than

our dead man on the bus,
Mr. Joseph Frisch.

You mean Cole
worked for Frisch?

You got it.

And guess who ran
the public relations angle

for the same company?

Jean Trevor?

Right again...
so we have all three,

Mr. Cole, Joseph Frisch,
and Jean Trevor,

all with
the same history.

So I think
that I shall join Miss Trevor

for dinner.

You think we're getting
a handle on this?

Mm-hmm.

Well, at least

we're one step
beyond zilch.

You know,
I just remembered.

Remembered?

Yeah, it's been nagging me,

but you and I met
a few years ago.

I don't think so.

Oh, yeah, I'm sure.

Just briefly.

It was in Arizona.

I was going to buy
some desert land

from a company
named, uh...

Fantasy Valley.

You worked public relations.

Yes, that's right.

The company
was owned

by a man named
Frisch, I recall,

Mr. Joseph Frisch.

Yes, I think he was
one of the people involved.

I knew,
that he being your employer,

you'd remember him.

Well, not really.

See, the executive offices
were in New York.

We never met.

Why do you ask?

Oh, because I understand
he was killed two days ago,

near here.

Yes, on the...
on the bus coming over

from the airport,

the local law has been asking
a lot of questions.

Small world.

Isn't it?

Mr. Cole?

Now, let me see
if I got this straight.

We figure someone
shot this fellow Cole,

then tried to make it
look like suicide?

Well, if a man's
gonna commit suicide,

he's not gonna use a pillow
to deaden the sound,

and there was somebody
in this room

when I got here.

So the suicide note
was a fake?

Sheriff, you understand

why the killer
added the fake suicide note,

don't you?

Yeah.

Okay.

Maybe you should
explain it again,

so I'm sure you
got it straight.

Oh, right...

You see,
something was due to happen.

Cole got in the way.

They had to get him
out of the way,

but...
if a murder investigation

was started here,

liable to mess up
their schedule,

so they had to make the murder
look like a suicide.

Right?

Uh-huh.

And you want me
to officially call it suicide

for a while.

Yeah,
because if you start

a murder investigation,

well, Cole's killers
are liable to panic and run.

We need
some answers,

and we need
our suspects

to be where
we can get to them.

That makes sense.

Yeah, well, I'll
give you something

that doesn't
make any sense.

Such as?

I just caught
Jean Trevor

in a clinch with Mr. Miller.

A little
dude-ranch romance?

Yeah, well, it sure came up
all of a sudden.

Bosley,
you can't win them all.

It was just
an objective observation.

There is nothing personal
in it...

Don't feel bad,
Bosley.

Apparently Jean Trevor
spreads herself around.

Meaning what?

Well, I just talked
to Charlie.

He checked
the lady out.

Seems she and our dead man
on the bus, Joseph Frisch,

had been a romantic item
for some time.

Well, now,
that doesn't

make any sense at all.

When I questioned her,

said she didn't know
anyone else on the bus,

least of all Frisch.

And she told me
that when she worked

for Frisch's phony
land company,

Frisch was off iced in
New York, she never met him.

It seems to me
we better have

a heart-to-heart talk
with Miss Trevor.

Maybe I ought to slap
that little lady in a cell,

like real quick.

Well, if you weren't as smart
as you are,

you'd probably do that,

I would guess.

You mean I shouldn't?

Well,
you probably figured out

that we might get further
if we level with her,

tell her who we are
and why we're here.

Oh, yeah. I'm probably right.

We bring her up short,

and she might catch
a case of the smarts

and cooperate.

Yeah, they're going over
to confront Jean Trevor now.

What about Mr. Miller?

You get any more
on him?

Well, Sabrina, Miller seems
quite legitimate.

Well thought of, married.

But he likes to play?

Play? You mean like
Miss Trevor?

I mean
with Miss Trevor.

Oh? When did that start?

I don't know.

Perhaps you should speak
to Miller.

He might give you a new
insight into Miss Trevor.

Good idea, Charlie.
I'll get back to you.

Are you people arresting me?

We're just hired
by the management.

If there's any
arresting to do,

that's his ballgame.

Then why am I here?

Because I want
to know

why you lied about
knowing Joseph Frisch.

According
to our information,

you two
were more than friends,

shall we say?

All right.

I lied because
I didn't want to get involved.

Someone kills a man
you care for,

and that's all
you wanted,

not to get
involved?

Joe ran in rough company.

He's been in trouble
with the government

and his business associates.

Business
associates?

Oh, I think the popular phrase
is he is "syndicate connected."

Well, we never
knew that about him.

The big ones
keep a very low profile.

And Frisch
was a big one?

Very.

And the people he ran with,
if they get mad at you,

they can be
very rough

on you and your friends.

And you still say

you saw nothing
on the bus?

You have no idea
who killed Joseph Frisch'?

I told you before.
I was asleep.

I didn't see anything.

I guess you oughtta
ask her about Cole.

Right.
What about him?

Well, what about him?

You never knew Cole?

All I know is that he
was the foreman here.

Why should I know him?

Because he worked

on Joe Frisch's
Fantasy Valley project

at the same time
you did.

200 people worked
that project.

It was spread
over half the state.

So you're saying
you never knew Cole?

No.

Why are you asking about Cole?

Do you think he killed Joe?

His suicide note
said he did.

If you cared
so much

about
Joseph Frisch,

what did you have going
with Mr. Miller?

What do you mean?

I saw you and Miller
just a little while ago,

in front
of his cottage.

Well, Joe and I...
things had cooled between us.

I mean, we were still
good friends,

but, well,
we had agreed

and gave each other freedom
to do what we wanted.

With whom you wanted?

Well, you can't arrest a lady
for being liberated.

I didn't know

we were talking
about a lady.

Just a minute, honey.

Right knock, wrong party?

Uh...

I was expecting someone else.

Miss Trevor?

What makes you say that?

Well, it's just a lucky guess.

May I come in?

Well, as I said, I, uh...
I'm expecting someone else.

Mr. Miller, if you're waiting
for Miss Trevor,

it's going to be along wait.

You see, she's sweating it out
with the local sheriff.

I think you really ought
to let me come in.

Be my guest.

You planning
to take a ride?

Why is Miss Trevor
with the local sheriff?

Why do you care?

What makes you think I care?

Listen, if we keep answering
question with question,

we're never going to get
anywhere, Mr. Miller.

Ah, you see,
I was expecting someone.

Maybe
the local sheriff

is finished
with Miss Trevor.

Well, well, well.

How did you
find me?

It wasn't easy.

Check the door.

And it really don't
make no difference, does it?

Uh, look,
maybe I better go now.

Just sit tight.

Look, I really don't know
what's going on here

and I really
don't care.

So why don't I just
leave now?

I'll forget everything
I ever knew,

which is nothing anyway,
right?

Wrong.

Look, I don't know
who you are

or what you're doing here,

but you've seen
too much,

so you ain't
going anywhere...

Unless, of course,
you go with Frisch and us.

Frisch?

Joseph Frisch?

Joseph...

You didn't tell her?

Now...

Now I've done it, haven't I?

I've told you just about enough
to make you permanently quiet.

Are you sure you have
nothing else to tell us?

I'd like you to believe

that I'm not really
as hard as I seem to be.

Make us
believe it.

I'll get back
to you.

What's wrong?

That was the coroner's office.

The dead man,
it wasn't Joseph Frisch.

It was a man named Miller,

Ed Miller.

Miller?

Are you sure?

Positive.

Wait a minute.

Then our Mr. Miller...

Your new romance...

It's a switch.

It's really Joseph Frisch,
right?

Yes.

Oh, terrific.

We'd better get over there.

No, please. Just-

Please, let me explain.

Joe and I have been
on the run.

The Attorney General's office

has a warrant out
for his arrest.

His syndicate friends
are afraid

that he will rollover
and sell them out.

That's why
they're looking for him.

Seems like Mr. Frisch
is in a rough situation.

Miller was one of the men
they sent after him.

Joe killed him in
self-defense.

Self-defense, huh?

You're sure of that?

I didn't actually see it,
I was asleep.

Later, Joe told me
that he switched wallets

so that he could

throw the others
off our trail.

You can't let it go,
can you?

You can't stop lying.

I'm telling you
the truth.

Then Frisch has been
lying to you.

The man he killed,
in "self-defense,"

married,
three children,

ran a small
plumbing company

in Los Angeles,

and never did anything
meaner in his life

than get
a speeding ticket.

That's impossible.

It is, huh?

Ed Miller's wife
just identified his body.

Well, then
Joe made a mistake.

Frisch didn't
make any mistake.

He needed time...

so he killed
an innocent man

so we would think
that he was dead.

Joe wouldn't do that.
I know him.

You don't
know him,

because I think
he also killed Cole.

Cole committed suicide.

Wrong.

Cole was murdered.

Why would Joe...

He probably

recognized
you and Frisch

from
the Arizona days,

when he worked

for Frisch's phony
land-development company.

Kelly.

Where'd you get the car,
Mr. Jackson?

I rented it.

In a hurry too.

I think
we better talk.

What about?

Concentrate,
it'll come to you.

Listen, I'm in a hurry.

Jackson, we already
know about Mr. Frisch.

We also know

some people have been
looking for him.

You wouldn't by chance
be helping them,

would you?

Look, I don't know anything
about what's happening.

I ain't stepped
over the line.

I'm a licensed P.I.

Look,
you got no right.

Kris, look.

Jackson,
who are those two men?

I don't know.

I think you do.

And if you do,
you best tell us,

pronto.

They're the ones who hired me.

To find Frisch,

so they could kill him?

It's not my business

what my clients do
when I'm through with them.

It's not
my responsibility.

I think it's a no go, fellas.

Oh, no, no.
That's no good.

He'll have
the roads blocked

in five minutes.

Listen, I vote for giving up.

Told you to shut up.

Sheriff, you take care
of these two.

You get on the radio

and you get
the roads blocked.

They're going to run for it.
Let's go.

Hurry.
Okay, Frisch,

you wanted
to ride out of here?

Let's all ride.

They're going to get
the horses. Come on.

Here. Take these.

Get on!

Get up!

I said, get on!

Get up.
Okay.

Hyah! Hyah!

Okay, let's go.

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

No more mounts.

Kelly.

It'll do. Come on.

Hey, lady.

Sorry, partner.

I've got to borrow
your rig.

Oh, jeez!

Old Sawtooth? Oh, no.

Oh, no!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Let's stay together
there.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Let's get
out of here.

Come on!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hold it.

You lose, partner.

You okay?

Not something
I'd like to do every day.

Hey, you been playing
in the dirt again?

Just a country girl
at heart.

Yeah.

Okay, come on.
Into the wagon.

Why don't you join them,
Mr. Frisch?

Oh, no.

Hey, you did it, 805.

You rode Old Sawtooth.

Piece of cake.

Just a moment.

I really thought that Joe
killed that man Miller

in self-defense
to protect himself,

to protect us.

I want you to believe that.

The point is,
do you believe that?

Angels, I understand

why Frisch killed Miller
and switched wallets,

but Why did Frisch kill Cole?

Did Cole see the murder?

No, Cole was asleep,

like the other passengers
on the bus,

but he recognized Frisch
from years before,

when he'd worked for Frisch's
phony land-development company.

Cole began to realize
what was happening,

and he decided

to take advantage
of the situation.

You mean blackmail?

Right.

When Frisch decided to run,

he took all the cash
he could get a hold of.

Cole found out about it
and wanted a piece of it,

so Frisch killed him

and tried to make it
look like suicide.

The Sunwest Dude Ranch
was the perfect place to hide.

Frisch and Jean Trevor

were going to steal
the horses

and ride into Mexico,

until Sloan and Farrell
showed up.

I see.

Now, Bosley,
there's another bill here

for rolfing.

Oh, uh, yes, Charlie,

well, I had
another session

with the elderly
Chinese gentleman.

But, Bosley, $112?

Well, yes, Charlie.

You see, there was this horse
called Old Sawtooth.

Very tough horse.

But I told you
to gel a soft horse.

I know, Charlie,

but there are horses,
and then there are horses.

Perhaps we should meet
with my accountant,

sit down, and discuss this,
Bosley.

Charlie, I am perfectly
willing to meet with you,

to discuss with you,

but I will not sit down with
you under any circumstances

for some time.

You get the picture,
Charlie?

Yes. Yes, Bosley.
I think I get the picture.

Thank you, Charlie.

To Old Sawtooth.

To Old Bosley.

Piece of cake. Oh... Ah!

J