All language subtitles for Charlies Angels - S3E09 1080p (moviesbyrizzo upl)

I'm tellin' you,
you're goin' back to Boston with me.

Now, there's
no reason to shout.

This can all be settled.

There's nothing to settle.
Let's go.

You cannot be
as dense as you look.

I'm offering you
a great deal of money.

You want me to cuff you?

No. No,
I don't think that's gonna be necessary.

I'll go.

How did you get
inside this penthouse?

Hairpin this time. I could've used one
of my credit cards to slip the lock.

You know, a "Ioid." You're in the crime
business. You can't not know that.

She has credit cards.

Well, they're more fun to
play with than dolls. Mm-hmm.

I haven't played with dolls
since I was practically a child.

Samantha, didn't anyone
ever tell you...

it's not nice
to break and enter?

Well, I would've used Aunt Charlotte's
key, but she took it with her to Europe.

Samantha, how does your Aunt Charlotte have
a key to this Buckley person's penthouse?

Well, they used to be lovers.
Aunt Charlotte has absolutely tons of them.

Oh. Uh, what
we don't know...

is what you
were doing up there.

I just went up to feed the green monster.
There wasn't anything else to do.

See, I had a Buster Burger
for lunch and some left over.

I have a feeling
I'll regret asking,

but, Samantha,
what is "the green monster"?

A Venus flytrap.
They love hamburger. It's protein.

Oh, boy. Ooh!
Uh, you like that?

You eat hamburgers, don't you?
Why shouldn't a poor plant?

It's not like I was feeding him live
bugs or anything grotty like that.

You're right. Oh, you're right.
You're so right.

And I love the way
you anticipate the stoplight.

- Oh, yeah. Hi, guys.
- How'd you get here so fast?

Have you ever taken Sunset Boulevard with
somebody that came in third at Le Mans?

No, I don't think so.

You must be Samantha. I haven't
seen you since you were a toddler.

- I was never a toddler.
- I'm inclined to agree with that.

They're not
taking me seriously,

and they're gonna be absolutely
embarrassed-- humiliated even.

Oh, it looks like things haven't
been, uh, going too well.

Sam,
how did you happen to call me?

I haven't been
in the country in months.

Well, I found your number in Aunt
Charlotte's private phone book,

squished
between 25 men.

- What?
- Oh.

I, uh, worked on a
jewel-theft case for her aunt.

Uh-huh.

Good
afternoon, Bosley, Angels.

I trust you've all had an opportunity
to become acquainted with Samantha.

We certainly have.
Oh, yes.

A very lively
imagination, Charlie.

You're not a very subtle
factotum, Mr. Bosley.

Factotum? Me?

Watch out, Bosley.

Let me give you
the background, Angels.

Sam's A uni Charlotte is a very old
and, uh-- and close friend of mine.

I'll bet she is.

She just called me from Paris
where Sam had called her.

Oh, she also called me
at the beach, Charlie.

Well, then, I take it
you've all heard the story.

Goad. In that case, I'm going
to leave it up to you, Angels.

If you think there's merit in the
case, we'll take it on. Otherwise--

Well-- that's up to you.

Have a nice day. Well-- Charl--

Char-- Charlie?

What's he doing to us?
Charlie Townsend, you cop-out.

He doesn't
believe me either, does he?

Well, uh, Sam, honey,
it isn't that.

It's just that, well, the,
uh-- the circumstances are a little odd.

All right.
You don't have to help me.

I'll catch the murderer myself,
and I hope I get killed doing it.

Then you'll have my blood on your hands
and your dresses and your face and your--

- Ah-ah-ah! Oh-oh-oh! Okay.
- All right! All right!

Uh, look, Jill, as long
as you two are old friends,

why don't you and Kris
just look into that?

Yeah, that's
a good idea. Me? Good idea.

- You know.
- Sure. Thank you.

See you all later.
Yeah.

Yes.
Mm-hmm.

Oh, yes, it's times like this you
find out who your real friends are.

Ciao. Thank you.

Bye.
Mm-hmm.

What can I-- Samantha!
Where have you been?

I brought some detectives, Nanny,
even though they don't look like it.

I've been so worried
about you.

You come inside
right away.

Mrs. McNaughton,
I'm Jill Munroe.

This is my sister, Kris.

Hello. Samantha has been at our
office, Townsend Associates.

Uh, yes. Her aunt wanted us to
look into a little matter for her.

I know all about that
nonsense. Please come in.

Thank you.

You won't think it's
nonsense when they prove it.

Now, there's a box
of cookies in the kitchen.

Get yourself some milk
and let the grown-ups talk.

I'm afraid
I'll miss something.

Oh, now, go along, dear.
Do as you're told.

Otherwise, no television
for a week.

I don't care.
Television's grotty.

She only stuffs me with cookies
to keep me from the sherry.

Oh, that child.

Yeah, she's
quite a handful.

She's not a had little girl really.
She's got a good heart.

It's just the circumstances
of her upbringing.

Well, I know
what you're here about.

She told me
the whole silly tale.

I should never have allowed
her to call her aunt.

Then you don't think there's any truth
in it at all? Oh, my goodness, no.

She's always telling such--

Well, you have
never heard such things.

Um, do you know
this Victor Buckley?

Oh, certainly.
He has the penthouse here, you know.

He's a charming man
and very, very wealthy.

His hobby is horticulture.

Oh.

Did, uh-- Did you also know that
Samantha broke into his penthouse?

Well, I had heard
it had happened before.

Anything that you say
will be confidential.

Well, you see,
Samantha's aunt--

my employer-

was once very close
to Mr. Buckley,

if you understand
my meaning.

Yeah.

And, uh, Samantha,
although she's only 11,

she is in many ways
overly mature, and, uh--

So she was jealous
of their relationship.

Wait a minute. Are you saying that
Sam had a crush on Mr. Buckley?

Ah.

It went so far that
she once sneaked in...

and wrote something
on his bedroom mirror.

Something that
no young lady of her age...

should even know about.

How sad.

Yeah, it is.

But I think we know what's,
uh, behind all this now.

I hope we did the right
thing leaving Sam there.

Well, it's her home.
What else are we gonna do?

I know. But something's not right.
Something's nagging me.

Oh, come on, Jill. You don't-- You
don't believe that story, do you?

I mean, that kid's really got problems.
Yeah, I know. I know.

Look, you take the car.
I'm gonna stay here and check things out.

Sam said the victim
was a big man...

and that she remembered him
saying something about Boston.

So if he had a car here,
I might be able to find it.

Hmm. Well, it may be
pure chauvinism,

but I always trust
a woman's intuition.

Okay.
I'll see you later.

See you later.

Max?
Yeah.

Come in.

Where did you put the body?

We got it stashed. Now, don't worry about
it, Vic. I got everything taken care of.

Man, the guy was big. You know he broke the
trunk of my car while I was stuffing him in.

Hey, you know, I'll
have to have that fixed.

I'm paying you
enough for that.

Now, Max, wait
until it's dark enough...

before you put him on the boat,
and then take him way out.

He's gonna make
a lot of fish happy.

The next thing I want you to do is
find Robbins's car and get rid of it.

- And how are we gonna find-- - It
oughta have Massachusetts plates.

Is that your car, lady?

- Is it yours?
- Hey, that's none of your business, honey.

Why don't you go to Beverly Drive
and spend some of your daddy's money?

Come on. Beat it.
If it's yours, let me see your license.

Who are you?

Why don't we take her in private
and talk to her somewheres, Max?

Hey, come on!
Could you move it out!

Where'd she go? Come on!
Start the car!

Oy, my foot!

Hey, did you see
a blonde lady?

No comprendo, sefior.
Una "bionde"--

Oh, un cigarro.

Gracias, amigo.

Ooh!

I'Fantastico!

Do you have any idea
who she was, Vic?

No, I have
absolutely no idea.

Maybe it was
Robbins's girlfriend.

But one thing I am sure of-- There was somebody
out here on this terrace when I hit him.

If there was, maybe you'd better
start thinking about moving on.

I should, Max,
but I'm not going to.

I've got too much here,
and I've worked too hard to get it.

Hey, why don't you
just relax, huh?

I mean, she didn't go to the cops
yet, so it's-- probably be just fine.

Maybe she's got blackmail
on her mind, huh?

We got the body
and we got the car.

It's really gonna be tough
to make a case against you.

Exactly.

Just make sure there's
no trace of that car left.

This is for getting rid
of it fast, huh?

Now, don't mess
with me.

You got that, pop?

Hey, AI,
this is next up.

It sounds to
me like we've got a case after all, Angels.

I know they were Massachusetts plates.
Why can't I remember the number?

That's all right, Jill.
The thing now is to find it again.

- Kris, you'll look into that.
- Sure.

Do we have any info on this Buckley
so we know what we're up against?

Only that he's been here
for five years,

he lives luxuriously on no known
income and is very, very social.

Very, very social.
Sounds like a weakness.

It is, Kelly.
One that you're going to exploit.

His hobby is horticulture, so get over
to the library, Angel, and dig in.

Okay.

Uh, just how big are those Venus
flytraps that love protein?

Hmm.
They're pretty big.

Mm-hmm.

What's my
assignment, Charlie?

To get Buckley's
fingerprints.

Fortunately, his maid
is about to take a long trip.

- How do you know that?
- Charlie talks to leprechauns

- Trust him.
- Aha. You're getting weird, Bosley.

What about Sam?
Now we have proof she might be in danger.

You're right, Jill,
and it's thanks to you that we know that.

I'm going to put you
in charge of guarding her.

You have your assignments,
Angels. Good luck.

Me and my big mouth.

Mother Jill.

Oh, it'll be fun.
She'll teach you about life.

That's what
I'm afraid of.

Factotum?

- Bridget?
- Is it me you're talkin' to?

Come over to the car a second.
I have something I want to give you.

What would you be after givin' the
likes of me? I don't even know you.

What would you like most of
all in the whole world?

Well, to see
Galway Bay again,

lay eyes on me old da
who'll be 85 this very month.

What would you say if I gave
you a ticket on a plane...

that leaves at 5:00
this afternoon?

Ah-ah-ah.

I'd be inclined
to discuss it further.

Hmm.

Bridget, could you
do that some other time?

Please.

Oh, I am sorry, sir.
I didn't mean to disturb you.

Who are you?
Where's Bridget?

Katie Maguire, sir. Bridget's returned
to Ireland from what I'm told, sir.

But she was just here
on Friday.

Well, I wouldn't be knowin' about that,
sir. You see, the agency sent me down.

Although, I don't know if I'd have
come if I'd known you lived so high.

I've never worked
above the fourth floor,

and why a man as wealthy as
yourself would prefer to live...

like a squirrel among the
trees is beyond me, sir,

if you don't mind
my sayin' so.

Do you think you'll
be able to, uh, adjust?

Well, I don't know, sir. You see , then
there's the matter of the naked statue, sir.

I'd prefer
not to be cleanin' it--

bein' a well-brought-up Irish
girl, if you understand, sir.

Well, I hope you don't
expect me to clean it.

Oh, well, sir,
maybe the Wind.

Is it your boat, sir?
Your very own?

Yes.

Ah! Well, a man with the sea
in his blood can't be all bad.

Could I sweeten
your drink for you, sir?

If it won't offend
your morals?

Oh, no, sir.
Not if you knew me father.

That's scotch and water.

Aye, sir. The devil invented
scotch to make the Irish poor.

You're a very unusual maid,
Katie.

Uh, yes, sir.
That I am.

Okay, let's try that one.

I have seen enough
mutilated tin to hate cars for life.

We get so many darned cars
in here, little lady.

I'll tell you,
my memory's so bad lately,

I've been thinking about retiring to Fort
Lauderdale, Florida, one of these days.

Soon as I can
get enough money together.

Aha.
Well, perhaps we could, uh,

make a contribution to your pension fund.

You know, the strength
of my mind is returning.

Come on. I'll show you.

There it is.
Where?

Here. This is it.

If I'd have thought you was interested in a
license plate, I'd have mentioned it sooner.

Well, we would have preferred
to have the car attached to it,

but, uh, we'll take
what we can get.

Hey, you can take the car too, you know.
You paid for it.

Look, just because I'm bodyguarding
you doesn't mean we have to stay here.

In fact, I can't think of a safer
place to be than Disneyland.

That's for
absolute children.

Oh. Okay, let's go swimming.
I have a beach house.

I don't even own
a swimsuit.

I have a ton of them there.

I'd certainly look terrific in one
of your bathing suits with my figure.

Look, Sam, you're not supposed
to have a figure at your age.

You're supposed
to enjoy the water.

Listen, you don't have to entertain
me out of guilt, you know.

Why don't I entertain you
just because I like you?

Well,
there is something I'd like to do.

What? Come on.
I'll surprise you.

I'm gonna check in on the car phone
and let 'em know where we are.

You don't move from that spot.
Understand?

Of course.

You've interrupted me
vacuuming. Yes, miss?

Mr. Victor Buckley, please.

Uh, Mr. Buckley's
resting, miss.

Might I inquire as to what business
it is you're about? Personal business.

Ah, well, you wouldn't be sellin'
somethin', would you, miss?

He don't need
no encyclopedias.

I beg your pardon! Will you please
tell Mr. Buckley that I'm here?

I'm not used to being
questioned by the servants!

"Servants," is it, miss?

Well, whom shall I say
is calling?

Kelly. Oh, tulips!

What is it, Katie?

Who is that?
Says her name's Kelly O'Tulips, sir.

She's a good-looker,
but, uh, no manners.

O'Tulips?
Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

What are you doing here?

Oh, you startled me.
Who are you?

I'm Kelly Garrett, and I'm from the
National Horticulture Association.

But if you're Mr. Buckley, I must tell,
you seem to be as rude as your maid.

No, wait a minute, please.

I am Victor Buckley,
and I'm sorry.

I-I just didn't understand,

and, uh, I'm afraid
she's temporary...

and a bit peculiar.

She certainly is.

Well, Miss Garrett,
what can I do for you?

Well, the society
has heard of your work,

particularly your cymbidiums.

We hoped that you would consider a
display at our charity flower Show.

It's at Brookings Estate
next month.

I am so flattered.

I've never been asked
to show my work at Brookings.

That's wonderful!
Well, you have now.

Mrs. Brookings just
happens to be my aunt.

Well, Miss Garrett,
may I show you my cymbidiums?

Why not?

Oh.

The minute I was gone,
they said she just ran out the back.

I'm sorry. I feel
terrible about this.

You can't always protect people from
themselves, Jill. Even children.

Any idea where she might've gone?
Yeah, I can guess.

She was mad because we
wouldn't let her work with us.

Buckley's place.
Bad news.

Samantha, what do you think
you're doing up here?

I've been up here
lots of times, Mr. Buckley.

Yes, you have-- with your Aunt
Charlotte or with my permission.

But this time you broke in, didn't you?
Well, the door was open.

But if you want me to go, I will.
No.

No, I don't. Come in.
We'll have a little talk.

You don't have to
hold on to me.

You must think I'm positively
a burglar or something.

Sit down.

Where is your
Aunt Charlotte right now?

In Paris.

Does she know that you
sneak up here like this?

She wouldn't care.
She thinks you're a nice man.

What do you think? Hmm?

You used to like me
quite a lot.

That was before.

Before what?

Before you broke up
with Aunt Charlotte.

You were gonna say
something else, weren't you?

Maybe I was.
I've forgotten.

You been up here
recently?

If I say yes,
you'll get mad at me.

And if I say no,
you won't believe me.

So I think I'll take the
Fifth, if you don't mind.

Ah, but I do mind.
I want an answer.

I definitely don't think my aunt will
appreciate the way you're speaking to me.

You were here,
weren't you?

Hmm? Weren't you?

What did you see?

You'd better tell me
what you saw.

You--

Aren't you gonna
answer it?

Oh, Victor, I hope you don't mind my
simply dropping in on you like this.

Uh, no.
No, of course not. I--

Well, you did say I could take some
photos of those gorgeous cymbidiums.

Ye-- Thank you for the tea and
cookies, Mr. Buckley.

What a charming little girl!
Is she yours?

Uh, no.
No, no, she's not.

Uh, well, she lives
here in the building.

Her aunt is a friend of mine.

Oh. I bet you have
lots of female friends.

Kelly, why don't you decide
what pictures you'd like to take,

and I'll be with you
in just a moment.

Oh, well, I--
I'll be on the terrace.

Max, get over here
right now.

Okay, young
lady, you've had it.

What are you doing here?

Uh, might we ask
where you have been?

You really gave us
a scare, you know?

I can take care of myself.

Sam, I saw your face when you
came through the door.

- You were scared.
- I was a little.

Now, you know, it's not very nice to sneak
away when Jill's responsible for you.

- It makes her feel awful.
- I didn't sneak. I walked.

Well, I guess
it wasn't very nice.

I just wanted to be
a detective like you guys.

- I wanted to help.
- Well, you have helped.

You're the only witness we have.
Without you, we haven't got a case.

Listen, honey, we didn't
believe you at first,

and I know that that hurt.

But we really want to
help you. Please trust us.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, go get your things together.

We're going out to my
beach house and stay there.

Jill, I'm sorry.

I'm not. I'm happy
you're still alive.

Okay, come on.

No murder weapon. No body.
No ID. on the victim.

We don't even know
who this Buckley is for sure.

What about the fingerprints
on that glass that I took?

No, no luck there either. He either used
acid or had surgery performed on them.

Wiped as smooth
as a fat man's smile.

Well, that tells us
something about him:

He's a fugitive,
whoever he is.

What about
the license plate, 803?

Well, that is our hope.
Charlie's following up on it.

It seems that it belongs
to a man named Tommy Robbins.

He is a bounty hunter
for bail bondsmen.

Fugitive angle again, huh?

You know, we have
a time problem here.

I mean, Buckley does have
a 60-foot yacht,

and he could take off
whenever he wants to.

Yeah, well, we have
another problem.

What?

Buckley knows that
Sam witnessed the murder.

Mm-hmm.

I talked to the neighbors, but they
didn't seem to know the blonde very well.

Say they just got back
from Europe.

Been over there for a while.
The name is Jill Munroe.

But what does she have to do
with the child, Max?

I don't know, except that
she's got the kid hidden out.

Hmm. Maybe she's holding her for ransom.
That seems to be the thing nowadays.

- Will you shut up, Richie?
- You don 7 know much, do you?

Come on now. Give me some time.
We'll find out.

I don't have time!

The way I see it,
it is very simple.

The girl saw me.
I know that now.

We'll just have to
get rid of both of them.

- Oh, you're puttin' us on.
- No, he's not.

That's got a bit
of a risk to it, you know.

- I'm gonna want more.
- I expected you would.

Bring them to the boat, Max,

and then we'll all take
a nice, long ocean voyage.

Just as soon
as it's dark enough.

My parents were in Africa on a safari when
they were killed. It was a plane crash.

My Aunt Charlotte was the
only one willing to take me.

She's not really mean,
you know.

She's just not home
very often.

Well, from what I hear about Charlotte,
she's not really the mother type.

But I think she's doing
the best she can.

Let's decide on a hairstyle for you.
How shall we do it?

Like yours.

Well, I think everyone should have a
style that's best for them. Don't you?

Well, then can I do yours?
Of course you can.

Here, hold this.
And this.

Thank you.

What'“ we do when we're
done doing our hair?

Well, I have some popcorn.
We can roast it in the fireplace.

Great.
Okay.

I'm gonna have a glass of wine.
What would you like?

I'll have wine too--
a dry white.

You'll have cider.

Fortunately, I like cider.

There you go.
Thank you.

Cheers.

Samantha, what's wrong
with being a child?

What do you mean?

Well, you work so hard at being
grown-up, you don't have any fun.

I'm having fun tonight.

So am I, honey.

I know. There's a really grossed-out
horror movie on TV tonight.

We can watch it together. We",
first we have to see what time it's on.

Then we have to see
just how grossed-out it is.

Uh-huh? Jill?

Can I ask you about
something?

Sure. Anything.

Even if it's about boys?

Uh, yeah. Uh, go ahead.
I'll do my best.

Look out!

Hold it, baby.
You wanna get somebody killed?

Come on. Get her! Get her!

- Just take it easy. Sit down.
- Where's Buckley?

That you don't want
to rush.

Jill, I'm scared.
It's okay.

You two go in there and put on some street
clothes. It'll be better for us that way.

Come on. One at a time.
Leave the kid here.

You stay here.
It'll be all right.

Just do what they say.
It'll be all right.

Just stay cool.
Don't make any noise.

I'll be right outside.

A padlock.

You know, Max, I mean,
hustling aroundi 5 one thing, right?

But I never killed
a kid before.

Don't worry about it.
Now, you're not gonna have to do anything.

Vic? Yeah, it's Max. We got 'em down
here in the boat. Yeah, you bet.

Say, we got a problem, uh--
Yeah.

All right. You be down here the
first thing in the morning. Okay.

What did he say?
He said he's gonna do it himself.

Now, I'm gonna
hold him to it.

Okay, as long as that--

Nothing. Look, it's probably the same two
head-busters who grabbed Robbins's car.

Let's just don't touch
anything, okay?

Look, they must have
taken her by surprise.

I bet they threatened
to hurt Sam.

It's a mess. But we'll believe that
they're all right, and we'll find them.

Okay?
Okay.

Any news? No, no.
We were waiting for you.

Look, we know that
they got rid of Robbins.

They're probably gonna do the
same thing to Jill and Sam.

But where?

The boat.
Buckley's boat!

That boat was at the marina.
I'm sure of it.

It's worth a try.
Yeah. Come on.

Jill, I can get
through there!

It's too dangerous, Sam.
Kris will have gone to the house by now,

and she'll
figure out something.

It'll be all right.

I'm all cramped up in here, you know? I mean,
where is he, Max? I wanna get out of here.

He said he'll be here. Now, he'll be here.
What are you doin'?

I'm just warming it up.

Jill, please let me try.

I've got to break the glass.
Get me a blanket.

Okay. You get back now.

Okay, let's give it a try.

- See anyone up there?
- No, nobody.

- Well, go on. Get outta here!
- What about you?

Don't worry about me!
Would you go on?

How'd you ever
get tied up with Buckley?

Oh, I was working for a friend
of his-- a skipper on this boat.

We were running
some dope out of Baja.

Oh, I'll bet
you got busted.

Yeah, you can believe that.
We got busted.

Coast Guard. God.
Coast Guard? What happened?

Well, we were running at night
without any lights, you know.

Jill?

Sam, what are you doing?

I think I can get this look open.
I told you to get out of here!

- I can't leave you.
- Go on! Run!

Jill, I got it!
I got it!

Come here.

Okay, give me this.
Come on.

Give me your hand.

Come on.

- Take care of it.
- Us? What, are you crazy?

Listen, if you wanna cancel their tickets,
then you do it. That was the deal.

Just pay him off, Vic.
Let's get outta here.

Let's first see
the merchandise.

God dang it!

Where'd they go?

There! Cut them off before
they get to the road.

Try to get to the road.
You can do it.

The kid!
Get the kid!

Come on, little girl.
I don't wanna hurt you.

Come on. Make it easy on yourself,
all right? I got the kid!

Hold it!

- Sam!
- Hurry!

Mr. Buckley's after Jill!
Come on, honey.

Oh!

Oh!

Are you all right?
I was so scared for you.

- I'm okay.
- What'd you hit him with?

All of me.

And Victor Buckley's real name
is Daryl Francis Hanrahan.

That goes back about
five years ago in Boston...

when he was the brains behind one of
the biggest jewel robberies in history.

- And the loot was never recovered.
- Did he do time for it?

No, that's just the thing.
He was arrested, then he jumped bail.

- And Robbins worked for the bail bondsman.
- Right.

Sam, we all owe you
an apology for doubting you.

I especially want to apologize, Sam.
No hard feelings?

No hard feelings, Mr. Bosley.
In fact, I brought you a present.

You did?
A present for me?

Mr. Bosley
loves presents.

In fact, he starts to get excited
about Christmas somewhere in June.

It's 3 Venus flytrap.

Oh, is-- is that vicious?
I mean, does it snap or anything?

It's so small, 803, it won't eat
nearly as much as your cooker spaniel.

Well, do you like it?

Hey, gross-out!