All language subtitles for Charlies Angels - S2E20 1080p (moviesbyrizzo upl)

Hello?

Yes, this is
Leland Swinnerton.

I thought I'd made it clear
to you people,

I'm not interested in selling
to your client, whoever he is.

I don't mean to be rude,
but you'll have to excuse me.

I'm very busy.

The Mother Goose
appellation's

been mine
for about 50 years,

and in all that time
we've never produced

a truly violent
or even an unpleasant toy,

and we've brought happiness
to millions of children.

I'm proud of that.

You ladies
probably played with my toys

when you were
little ones.

Well, they said

they came from Santa Claus,
but I knew it was really you.

I must admit, I still have one
of his koala bears in my closet.

Hello, Charlie.
Mr. Swinnerton is here.

Good. How are you, Leland?

In health, Charlie,
but troubled.

I hope you can help me.

I'm sure we can.
Fill us in.

Several months ago, a law
firm, Dunstan and Wheeler,

approached me
about selling my company.

They made me a fabulous offer,
which I naturally declined.

Toys are my life.

Did they say
who they were representing?

A rival toy company.
Above that, they refused to say.

Of course, that did nothing
to engender trust.

You were right
to be suspicious, Leland.

Some of their clients
have underworld ties.

They buy legitimate companies
to use them as fronts.

They won't take no
for an answer.

Since I've refused
their offer,

there have been
several incidents--

a week's production
of sailboats sank,

a whole roomful of rag dolls
burned up...

and the smoke bomb in
the train last night.

Sounds like
more than coincidence

and worth looking into,
huh, Charlie?

It also sounds like

maybe somebody's working
from the inside,

one of the employees.

No, no, no, no.
I refuse to believe that.

We're all one big family
at Mother Goose.

No, absolutely not.

No offense intended, Leland.

Thank you for coming in.
You'll be hearing from us.

Well, maybe I should
leave it to you.

You're the professionals.

Ladies...

So lovely.

Oh, to be 50 again.

I don't understand,
Miss Duncan.

Mr. Swinnerton--
Collins.

Jennifer Collins,
from Hong Kong.

You must try to remember that,
because it's very important.

That's what I mean--
All this subterfuge.

Mr. Swinnerton,
it is necessary.

I know, but I have never
lied to my employees

about anything.

Mr. Swinnerton,
we understand your feelings,

but you've got
to face the fact

that if we don't
put a stop to this,

someone could get hurt.

I know.

Very well. Let me
introduce you around.

And believe me,
we will be most discreet.

Your employees
will never know.

Hello.
Hello.

Oh, Miss Collins will be with
us for a few weeks, Mrs. Cooley.

We'll give her that
empty office down the hall.

Oh, how nice.

I know you'll be very happy
at Mother Goose, my dear.

Well, thank you very much.
Please call me Jennifer.

Will you come this way?
Yes.

I want you to see
our design room.

This is the nerve center
of our company.

It all comes from here,
the brains...

More like the loins.

I mean, after all,

it is the creative end, right?

This brash and brilliant
young man

is our vice president
in charge of Design,

Gordon Roclair.

Gordon, I'd like you to meet

Miss Jennifer Collins...

How do you do?

And her attorney,
Mr. John Bosley.

How do you do?

Hi.
You suing Mother Goose, here?

Well, no, on the contrary,
I'm here to learn from him.

My father is in the toy
business, also.

Oh? Where's that?

Well, we are
an international organization.

We have offices
in several countries.

I've just spent
the last few months

at our main branch
in Hong Kong.

My father would like

for me to take over
the operation there.

Oh, I see. Sounds like
Daddy's quite an operator.

Gordon, really...

It's quite all right.

I...I don't mind
brashness,

as long as it is, as you say,
combined with brilliance.

Well, Jennifer,

maybe you and Mr. Roclair
can get acquainted.

He might show you
some of his designs.

That'll give us a chance to
look into some legal matters.

Oh, certainly.

Thank you, Mr. Bosley.

Okay, bye.
Bye.

Let me show you
some of my work.

Now, I'm curious.
If you're a vice president,

why don't you have
a separate office?

Practically everybody in the
company's a vice president.

He doesn't want anyone
to feel left out.

Ah, do I detect
a note of dissatisfaction?

Look, I am
what Mother said I am--

I'm a brilliant designer-

but I'm sick and tired
of cute, cuddly trash.

I want to do modern work,
things that reflect today's world.

Now, look. Look here...

That's a complete
guillotine.

That's a most unusual toy.

Mother almost had a heart
attack when I showed it to him,

and he ordered me
to keep it out of sight.

Tell me, is this the direction

that you think the toy market
should go?

Oh, absolutely.

If we got into horror toys,
we could double our volume...

Oh.
And I've also got a gallows

with a functional trapdoor,
and look here...

This is a driving game.

The cars are all souped up
on a simulator,

and you get pedestrians
who are the targets,

and you get points
for every pedestrian you hit.

Points?
Uh-huh.

Do you think
this is good for the children?

Children have always lived
in a world of fantasy,

and besides, they actually

get rid of their
little aggressions this way.

Uh, tell me, Mr. Roclair--
Gordon, please.

Gordon, tell me, why are you
telling me all this?

When you show up here
with the family attorney, I...

I detect
the sweet smell of money.

My father is very successful.

You're not here to learn
the toy business, are you?

I think it's time
I met the other employees.

Okay, but just remember,
Mother Goose is down the tubes.

Uh...yeah.

Nice.

If he plays that one more time,
I am going to require insulin.

Shh, Bosley,
Mother Goose'll hear you.

Now, that music
is inspirational.

He's inventing.

Why here, and why
in the middle of the night?

Bosley, we're supposed
to protect him,

not run his life.

This is where
he feels creative.

Well, I'm going to go walk off
some of these cobwebs.

I may even commune
with the teddy bears.

Hey, I think
I heard a prowler.

Where?

Sounded like
the Design Room.

Hey...

Is he dead?

He's dead.

Oh, wow.

Bosley!
What?

This door is locked
from the inside.

Hey, Sabrina,

he was a wire tapper.

How did they do that?

He was bugging the place.

He got shot...

by somebody that wasn't here.

The deceased was one Larry
Wilkes, an ex-con,

and a professional wire man,
just as we suspected.

His clients have usually been
as crooked as he was,

therefore, well-concealed.

So we don't know
who he was working for?

No, not a clue.

The only thing Charlie's
been able to come up with

is a girlfriend
named Donna.

Charlie says that Wilkes'
funeral is today,

and he suggests
that we pay our last respects

and see who else shows up.

That means you and me, Kris.

Yes. Kelly, we
have all the fun.

Bree, what about
this Roclair guy?

Gordon Roclair...

Well, he may be very bright,
but he is also el whacko.

He wants to make a whole line
of little horror toys.

He wants to make
a little guillotine

that cuts
little heads off,

and he wants to make
little automobiles

that hit
little pedestrians.

He also said,
"Mother Goose

is going down the tubes,"
and that's a direct quote.

A whacko--
and a definite suspect.

Yeah, but if Roclair's
a suspect,

then there's got to be
somebody else involved,

because why would he need
to hire anybody

to go in there
and bug the place?

He works there. He could
have done it himself.

Okay, Kris, let's go.

That must be Wilkes'
girlfriend.

Donna...
can we speak to you?

What do you want?
Sorry about your fiancee.

He didn't seem
to have many mourners.

Why would he have?
Larry Wilkes was a jerk.

I mean, he was my jerk, but
that's what he was, you know.

You were pretty close to him?

Okay, come on--

I mean, you knew my name,

so you've got to know
he was my fella, right?

You're cops, right?

Well, we used to be.
Used to be and still are.

We're private detectives.

Listen, did the police

interrogate you
about Larry's death?

Sure.

Oh, I didn't tell them
anything. Nothing, honest.

You know, if you
loved the guy,

I should think you'd want to
see his murderer caught.

Look, one, I don't know
who killed him, okay?

And, two, nobody offered me
a dime, you know.

Well...we operate differently.

Well, I hope
it's a lot differently.

He didn't leave me much.

That's funny.
Larry Wilkes was considered

one of the best wire men
in this town.

Well, not by me, honey.

I just knew him as the guy
that paid the bills,

occasionally, you know.

What do we get, and how much?

I can tell you
who he was working for,

and from the looks,
I mean,

the way you're dressed
and everything,

I'd say that's worth,
oh, five bills.

Okay.

Boy, what a jerk.

I should have asked
for a grand, huh?

Okay.

The dude's name was
Tony Phelan. Yeah, that's it.

He was supposed to be some
kind of legitimate businessman,

but Wilkes told me
he was a mob guy.

Did he ever mention a man
by the name of Gordon Roclair'?

A designer.
Works for Mother Goose toys.

No.

If he had, it would have
cost you extra.

Okay, thanks a lot.

One thing.
Yeah?

Would you do us a favor?
Yeah? What?

The man's dead,
so cry or something.

Boo-hoe.

Oh, my.

Let's see what we can find out
about this Tony Phelan.

Right.

There it is.

Charlie says
Phelan seldom goes out,

and it looks like
it's well guarded.

How do we get in?

I got an idea.

I think maybe
I'll just drop in.

Now, this is
the back entrance, see?

Design Room,
Swinnerton's office.

You seem particularly
well-informed

about the Mother Goose
company,

Mr. Phelan.

Not half as informed
as you're going to make me.

I got a guy on the inside,

but the problem is he's crazy.
I can't trust him.

What happened to my
predecessor, Wilkes?

Well, he got inside,
but somebody surprised him

and he never
got the place wired.

I heard he was dead.

He is.

Got into a beef
with his old lady,

and she shot him.

That's why I sent to London
for you.

Now, look, Orwell,
don't worry about it.

This is no big deal.

My company wants to buy
their company, and that's all.

I see. What specific
information is it you require?

Well, this Mother Goose company
is in trouble financially.

I want to find out how bad,
and also about the newline of toys

for the Christmas season.

You'll get it.

You're damn right I will.

Oh, oh...

You've got to be
careful.

Oh, hi.
I'm very sorry.

Can you hold this?
Thanks.

See, this is my first time,

and, well, I guess
Iran out of wind.

I'm very sorry.

Don't worry about it.

Just as long as you're okay.

Oh, you're very nice,
and very understanding.

I'm always understanding

when a gorgeous girl like you
is concerned.

You're being very nice again.

Well, I guess
I should introduce myself.

Hello.
I'm Kris Munroe.

I'm Anthony Phelan.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Phelan.

Do you suppose that I could...

use your telephone?

And then my friends
could come and pick me up.

Don't worry about it.

We'll get you home
safe and sound.

But what's your hurry?
You look a little shook up.

Why don't you come inside
and have a drink, huh?

Oh, terrific.
What should I do with this?

Orwell, you take care of that,
huh?

We'll finish our talk
later.

What do you do for a living,
honey?

I'm a model.

Hey, I'll bet you are.

This way, huh?
Thanks.

You two, take care of that.

His name is Jack Orwell.

He's one of the top wire men
in the business.

He lives in England,
flies over for the jobs.

Charlie checked him out
and came up with that picture.

So I would say Phelan
obviously has brought in

a replacement
for the late Mr. Wilkes.

Sabrina's
locked in at Mother Goose,

and Kris is working on Phelan,
so I guess Orwell's mine.

Wait a minute--
how do we know

that he's never met
Wilkes' girlfriend?

Well, I was worried about that
myself,

so, well, I took a chance.
I called Donna.

She said she'd never
heard of him.

Cost me another $100.

Cost Charlie.
Yeah, well...

Listen, what else do we know
about Orwell?

He's single,

he likes the girls,

and he hangs out in an
English pub in Santa Monica.

Cheerio.

Cheerio.

Mr. Orwell?

Well, if you say so,
love, yes.

Kelly Garrett. I've got
a proposition for you.

I don't believe this.

You're propositioning me?

Well, you haven't
heard it yet.

I was a friend, a good friend,
of the late Larry Wilkes.

Wilkes. Sorry, love,
don't know no Wilkes.

Order me a black and tan,

and I'll tell you a lot of
things you don't want to hear.

That's bad logic.

If I don't want to hear it,
why should I listen to it?

They may save your life.

All right.
I'll listen.

You're here to wire up
the Mother Goose Toy Company.

Oh, yeah.

Who told you that, then?

Someone
in the Phelan organization.

He knows I'm broke

and thought I could use
a little extra work.

I work alone.
I don't need any assistance.

Do you know
how Larry Wilkes died?

All right.

Wilkes, Larry.

Shot by some bird
he was living with.

Could be you,
for all I know.

He was shot and killed

on the premises
of the Mother Goose Company.

Look, if you don't
believe me,

go to the newspaper morgue
and get a back copy.

How was he caught?
And who did it?

Now, if I told you that,
you wouldn't need me, would you?

I also know how to get
in and out of there safely.

That's your proposition?

That's it,
and for the“ get a third.

All right, you say you worked
with this Wilkes.

What kind of equipment would
you use in a noisy location?

A high impedance mike.

What kind of VOX
did you use on your last job?

You mean, what kind
of Voice Activated Switch?

AMG Security.

You're good, lady,
you're good.

How about if I buy you
lunch to go with that?

Now that I'm working,
I'll buy my own.

Cheers.

You take this room.

I'll take the offices, okay?

Okay.
Okay.

I don't understand--
Shh!

There.
Now you can talk.

Good Lord,
the things that are happening...

It's all right,
Mr. Swinnerton.

You see, last night,
the whole place was bugged,

but we know
the locations.

Then you can get rid of them?

Well, we're not going
to get rid of them,

but we are going
to move them around a little.

You see, we think
we can use their own bugs

against the people
who planted them.

You know,
lately I have been thinking

I should get out
of the toy business,

get into something similar,
like cuckoo clocks...

If you did, the Swiss would
probably send a hit man.

Uh, listen, 803, you better
watch over Kelly.

I'm going to send her
a little message.

How are you this morning,
Mrs. Cooley?

Oh, delightful,
Miss Collins.

I hope you're having just
a wonderful stay with us.

Well, yes, I am,
and I'm certain

that it will be
better and better.

Good.

Mr. Swinnerz'on's office.

Greta, how are you?

Would you like to have lunch,
dear?

Well, what about Chico's
down the street?

He's so adorable...

That's his
secretary's voice. I...

I don't understand this.

I put the bug there myself.

- . - That girl was never
remotely good for him.

I told him when he married
her, but he wouldn't listen...

Maybe she's in her boss's
office using his phone.

Oh, and while
we're having lunch,

I want to tell you about...
Turn it off.

Turn it off.

All right. Okay.

What went wrong?
I don't understand this.

Switch on the one in
the Design Room, 10 ve, okay?

The one you planted there.

All right.

There's something

I think you should know,
Gordon.

What is it?

Well, you said when
we first met

that you expected
Mother Goose to go under soon.

I still do.

Well, I hear otherwise.

What do you mean?

I hear that Swinnerton

has come up with a Christmas
toy collection

that is so good it's
going to save the company.

How do you know this?
He asked my father

if he would like to
become involved in it.

Why didn't he tell me?

The old fool's never kept
anything secret from us before.

Well, I don't know.

It would appear that he has
this time.

He wants to surprise everyone.

Do you know
if it's, uh...

what line of toys it is?
One or many?

He says he's going to keep it
secret until the last moment,

but I do know

that the designs are hidden
somewhere in the plant.

The toff's going to want
to hear that right away,

I'll tell you.

You mean Phelan?

Don't bandy names around,
all right?

Besides, I liked your ideas.

I was right about you,
wasn't I?

You were right
about my father.

He does want to buy into
the American toy market,

but at a price.

No, no, no, no.

I meant something else--
As a person.

We're a lot alike.

If things go our way, Gordon,

perhaps we'll be able
to find out.

My designs,
your financial backing.

If... If we can find
Swinnerton's designs.

Just give me a chance.
That's all I ask.

You were right
about my father.

He does want to buy into
the American toy market,

but at a price.

No, no, no--

Wait outside, huh?

Hey, this broad must be
something else, huh, Gordon?

She's attractive
and very intelligent.

It didn't take her very long
to get to you.

Well, if it wasn't for her,
I wouldn't have known

about the old man's plans
to save the company.

And if the Englishman
hadn't bugged you,

I wouldn't know
about your plans, Gordon.

You should have told me
you had the place bugged.

If I had told you, I would never
have found out about your plans

to sell us out to some Hong
Kong operator and his daughter.

Our first toy design
for Mr. Phelan's company.

Smashing.

Coffee break. Excuse me.

There's no question
of loyalty, Mr. Phelan.

I don't work for you.

I was paid to perform certain
acts of sabotage, and I did it.

It's not my fault the old man
doesn't scare.

The first wire man
I sent in there, Wilkes,

he got shot.
Nobody knows how.

I got a feeling you know how.

I do, and it was absolutely
ingenious.

You see, I rigged a toy gun to
fire a small caliber bullet,

and it was guided
by an electric eye,

but, of course,
it was an accident.

After all, you didn't tell me
you were sending a man in.

Okay, ingenious,
who were you trying to snuff?

The old man, of course.

He's outlived his time.
I hate him.

I told you I didn't want
no hit on Swinnerton.

And as I explained before,

I don't see myself
as being employed by you.

You jerk!

You're a genius, huh?

You're an idiot!

Now, this is what
I want you to do.

You're going to ask
the Collins girl

to find out
where the designs are.

You're going to steal them

and you're going to hand them
over to me.

Now, that's clear
and simple, huh?

So even a genius
can understand.

She thinks I'm working for her
and her father.

Well...
There's nothing wrong with that.

Only you're not,
because we'll give you something

no Hong Kong operator's
gonna give you.

Oh? What?
A bullet.

Mr. Orwell?

Well, you're
a bit of all right.

This must be my lucky pub.

It is now, honey.

My name's Donna.

Well, that's nice.

Larry Wilkes was my old man.

What do you mean?
What are you trying to say?

The answer to that depends on
how much you're Willing to pay.

/ thought you were going
to bring me something to eat.

I'm sorry.
I forgot.

Anything interesting happen
when I was away?

Roclair just called Phelan,

and he said he's still
trying to find the plans.

That's it?

Well, he also had
a little message for us

if we were listening.

What was it?

You wouldn't want a lady
to repeat it.

You're no lady, love,
you're a copper.

All right, what are you
going to do about it?

Oh, that's easy.

I'm going to kill you, love.

Get up front and drive.

Hurry!

Jack, what are you
going to--

Look, out the chat,

and put it down
a little, will you?

Come on.

What is it?

Is there somebody
back there?

What are you
slowing down for now?

It's a red light.

What are you doing?

You'll get us
both killed, woman!

Listen, if he catches us,
you're dead!

Think about it, Orwell.
Just think about it.

Hey, what's going on here?

This man's kidnapping me.

Kidnap?

She's just trying to get me
into trouble, officer.

We had a lover's quarrel,
you know.

Would she be driving my van
if I was trying to kidnap her?

He's lying.
He forced me to drive.

You call that driving, lady?

He had a gun to my head!
That's right--

A machine gun, wasn't it?

Look, officer,
I insist that you search me.

Excuse me, sir?

You dropped your gun
out of the window.

Hello?

Jennifer.
Did you--did you find out...

Yes, I did, Gordon.

The designs are hidden,
appropriately enough,

in the Design Room.

They're in the Doll's House.

Wonderful!
When did you find out?

Gordon, I've just come from
dinner with Mother Goose.

Go and get them.
I'll be right over.

Okay. Great.

Did you find them?

Yeah, I got them.

Do they have any potential?

I hate to admit it,
but, you know,

they're better than anything
he's turned out in years.

Then they could
save the company, huh?

They could--
if we didn't have them.

I'll make some copies of these
and put the originals back.

He'll never know.

Then I'll have them
for you tomorrow,

and then you can put them on
the first plane to Hong Kong.

My father will be
very grateful, Gordon,

and so am I.

Hello, Mr. Phelan?

Yeah, yeah, I've got them.
Yeah, the whole Christmas line.

If you'll send someone over,
I'll meet them out front.

Okay.

Okay, he should have
called Phelan by now.

He's going to make copies

and then
put the original plans back.

Is Kris
in the Design Room?

Yeah, trying very hard
to hold her breath.

Let's just hope
Roclair doesn't decide

to redesign her.
Yeah.

Ooh!

Please see that
Mr. Phelan gets this

as quickly as possible.

That was one of Phelan's
bodyguards.

Yeah, and there went
the "secret plans."

Should we make our move
on Roclair?

No, let's give Phelan

a little time to enjoy
those new designs, huh?

Right.

Well, what do you think?
You're the expert.

Don't mean nothing to me.

Just looks like
a bunch of blueprints.

Well, they are,

but I'm afraid

someone's playing a joke
on you, Mr. Phelan.

What do you mean?

Well, these aren't designs
for toys.

This one seems to be

a blueprint for some kind
of a vacuum cleaner.

And this one is...

Well, it's a blender for fruits
and vegetables and things.

There's no mistake?

No, I'm afraid not.
I'm sorry.

It's a joke!

Why, that screwball's trying
to doublecross me.

Vince, get the car.
We're going over there.

Leland, this is Gordon.

Listen, something's come up.

I think you'd better get down
to the office right away.

Yes, I know what time it is,
but it's terribly important.

No, I don't want to tell you
over the phone,

not with all the bugging
that's been going on.

Good. I'll meet you
in the Design Room.

Uh, you know what?

I think he's had about
enough time to hang himself.

Let's go.

Hold it, Gordon.

What--? What's going on?

You're not leaving.

Why don't you
sit down?

Aren't you the attorney?

We're private detectives.

How could you do this to me?
Why?

We switched the plans
that you gave to Tony Phelan.

By now he thinks
you tricked him.

You're a lot safer with
us than you would be with him.

Provided you give us
a confession.

You switched the plans.
Yeah.

Okay, okay. You win.

Ah-ah, no, no. No.

Move!

That's it.

Stay right where you are,
and don't move.

Roclair,

you little creep!

All right, drop them!

All right,
up against the wall.

Okay, move.

Kris!

It's okay, Bree.

Is he dead?

No...l think he fainted.

Fainted?

Yeah.

See, he rigged the cannon
to shoot people,

and then he ran in here
and he got it himself.

Only he didn't really get it,

because I put my chewing gum
in the barrel.

You did what?

Tony Phe/an is being
charged with Conspiracy and Assault.

Roclair is undergoing
psychiatric observation.

And they are both so anxious
to accuse the other

that the D.A. says he can hardly
wait to bring them to trial.

Poor Gordon. I believe the boy
really is demented.

All those horrible toys
he wanted me to produce--

gallows, monsters,
weapons of war.

Speaking of toys, Leland,
how's the new line going?

Oh, quite well, thank you,
Charlie.

Here, I've added to it.
Let me show you.

Oh, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Those look like us.
They sure do.

Hold it a second here.

Oh, can I have a set
for my niece?

Well, naturally.

Not only that, you'll get
royalties from the sale.

Royalties--
Terrific.

It certainly is, Bosley--
and they deserve them.

They do, indeed.

Thank you, Bosley.
That's very sweet.

Of course, Charlie,
with this additional income,

they won't be needing raises.