All language subtitles for S01E02 - Texas

Hey, mister, thank you for stopping.
We had some trouble with the car.

- What's going on?
- That's okay.

These folks got a little car trouble.
I'll be right back, honey.

- Now, what's the problem?
- The fan belt broke on the truck.

Oh, yeah?

Well, we'll have a look at it,
get you going in no time.

- Boy, do you guys need a new truck.
- Yeah.

Sergeant.

- What was the story?
- Some guy in an oil truck found them.

Her husband was stumbling along
on the highway, out of his head.

Hey, Tom!
Can I get a shot of that?

He's been released from the hospital.
He's got a slight concussion.

Name's Tyler. He's the big car dealer.
You know, Zack Tyler?

I seen him in his commercials
just last night on television.

His wife's name was Emma Lou.

Did you shoot these tire tracks
in front of the car?

Husband said that there were
two assailants:

A Latino, and an Anglo with tattoos.
Big guys. Mid 30s.

Thanks.

A couple of regular guys.

From the cooling of the body,
she died around 5 a.m.

- What have you got, Jake?
- Raped. Strangled.

Lacerations around the back
of the neck from a chain...

...maybe a heavy necklace.
Dan will fill you in after the post.

Well....

What do you think?

They really gotta be
coming out of the sewer.

Robbery, rape and murder,
all in one bundle.

Well, we ain't gonna find them
standing here.

Mr. Tyler?

- Detective Hutchinson.
- Oh, glad to know you.

- This is Detective Starsky.
- How are you doing?

We've been assigned to your case.

- Is that what you call it?
- I'm afraid so, Mr. Tyler.

Just call me Zack, all right?
Everybody else does.

- You boys like to sit down?
- Thank you.

We were surprised that you left
the hospital so soon.

- You okay?
- Oh, yeah.

I got worse bumps than that
playing football.

I didn't want to hang around there.
Can't face going home.

Yeah, the only thing I got left
is right here.

You know, it's funny.

I keep thinking she's over
in the showroom or something...

...and then I remember.

- You boys like a drink?
- No, thank you.

I think I'll have a little touch.

Okay, shoot.

Well, Mr.-- Zack, we think you have
a right to know.

Are you aware that your wife
was raped as well?

No, I didn't know that for sure.

You want to tell us what happened?

We was driving down the road,
me and Emma Lou.

I seen this truck up ahead,
kind of halfway blocking the road...

...and these two guys
waving at me to stop, and I did.

Just as I was getting out,
this other white guy...

...put his hands on the horns
on the hood of the car, you know...

...and that's when I seen the tattoos.
I never will forget them.

What did they look like?

All these rows of fishes
down the insides of both arms...

...with curlicues and waves,
like breakers above both wrists.

- Did your wife wear a necklace?
- Yeah.

- Did they steal that?
- Yeah.

Yeah. I bought her this Indian
squash-blossom necklace.

Antique, you know?

She just looked so cute in it.
I just got it for her last week.

- You know what this is?
- Sure.

That's a silver toe-piece off
a $200 pair of custom-made boots.

- Two hundred dollars?
- Yeah.

Yeah, a man might not have a dime
in his pocket...

...might be a millionaire
and still wear the same kind of boots.

Zack, let me ask you something.

If you saw these men again,
do you think you'd recognise them?

Oh, yeah. I'd recognise them.

I ain't about to forget them.

Hey, man, we made the papers!

- Yeah?
- They say you're one really bad cat.

Bad, huh?

Oh, wow.

- You believe this?
- What?

That girl,
she was that old man's wife.

So?

I thought she was some chick
he pick up...

...some sugar daddy,
you know what I mean?

So who cares, man?

Hey, man, a bimbo, that's one thing.
But a man's wife....

I mean, marriage is a sacred thing!

You're really something, you know?
You are really something else.

- Hey, I don't take another man's wife!
- Now, come on, poor Chaco.

Look at it this way, baby.

They ain't married no more.
We just gave them a divorce.

That's bad luck.

- What you looking for?
- Toe-piece.

You know, this is like Cinderella.

We're the prince...

...the silver toe-piece
is the glass slipper...

...and we are running all over
our little kingdom...

...looking for the dainty
foot that it fits.

Yeah, well, Prince Charming,
where do we go first?

Well, they'd fence the necklace.
How about Lenny the Glass Eye?

- No, it's too high-class for him.
- He'd be thrilled to hear you say that.

What about Smelly Rolly?
He's the lowest-class fence around.

He knows everything
happening in his market.

That's where we're going, then.
Smelly Rolly's Bargain Circus.

Where's that toe-piece?

Hi, Marty. You want to announce us
to the merchant prince?

You better get out of here,
or I'll tear your head off.

Take a walk, Leo.

Come on. Come on.

Marty. I like you because
you're so fast on your feet.

You're an ace, you know?

- Hiya, Starsky. Hi, Hutch.
- So, Rolly?

Business ain't so good, but the Journal
says the GNP should be up by year-end.

Well, you'd know
about anything gross, Rolly.

Hey, look at this.

We're looking for a necklace.
Turquoise and silver.

Squash blossoms. Antique.
Worth about 1500 bucks.

I didn't know you worked
lost and found.

Hey, Rolly, you got any cups?

And a couple of guys
who took it off a lady.

We want to ask them....

- We want to ask them a few questions.
- Yeah, so?

Hey, hey, I'm a pro.
I don't discuss business.

You never heard of
the code of the subculture?

You got a club? Subculture Social
Athletic Club jackets with your name?

Come on. You been
around the block a few times.

Yeah, well, I don't know anything
about a necklace that some broad lost.

Hutch, come on.

One's a Latino...

...and one's an Anglo
with tattoos on his forearms.

One wears cowboy boots
with silver tips.

We're talking about rape
and murder one.

If you got something we need, Rolly...

...we better hear it from you.

Where did you get
all this bizarro junk, huh?

- Come on. Be careful with that, huh?
- Hey, a snow tire.

Those guys had a snow tire
on their car, right?

It left a track. They come in pairs.
Hey, maybe this one is the mate.

We're borrowing this one
from you, okay, Rolly?

Maybe you were with these guys, Rolly.

You have an alibi for yesterday
at 5 a.m.?

Yeah, yeah, I got an alibi.
I was with a lady.

A very respectable married woman
named Lillian.

Lillian what?

You know what you can do
with these questions?

- Come on! Cut that out, huh?
- I'm sorry, it slipped.

I don't know any Puerto Rican or Anglo
with tattoos, so quit busting my stuff!

I didn't say he was a Puerto Rican.

Hutch didn't say
he was a Puerto Rican.

You said he was a Puerto Rican.
I think you know the man.

Now, you sit there, Rolly,
and you think.

You think about time, hard time,
because we'll be back.

If you know something and keep quiet,
you'll be an accessory to murder.

And that, my fat friend, is
a 10- to 15-year wide-awake nightmare.

Hey, Rolly...

...don't run.

Don't even walk.

Just think.

- Ray?
- Back here!

- Starsky and Hutch. What's good?
- Looking at you, sweetheart.

- What about me?
- Oh, well, you're special.

We brought you something.

- Oh, that's really nice.
- Where do you want me to tack it up?

- Anywhere, gorgeous.
- Excuse me. Hello, there.

Thoughtful of you boys.

That'll be 15 bucks, toots.

That's a lot of lady.

That's distracting.

Ray, you could do something for us.

We're looking for a man,
about 35, Anglo...

...has unusual tattoos
up and down his forearms.

Parallel fish with curlicues
on the side and the top.

And then down at the wrist,
big ocean-breaker waves.

You ever seen a tattoo like that?

- No, I'd remember if I did.
- Why?

Were the fish all the same kind
and there were six or eight of them?

As far as we know.

Macao is the only place
tattoos like that are done.

- Where's that?
- It's a wide-open port in the China Sea.

There aren't any tattoo artists
from Macao around here.

Then he'd have to do it there,
wouldn't he?

Would have had to.

Well, I guess that makes
one of our suspects...

...a seafaring man.

Come on, Hemingway.
See you, Ray.

- See you, Ray.
- Right.

- You need a dime?
- I got a dime.

- You sure?
- I'm positive.

All right.

Dime.

Detective Services.

Stone, this is Hutch. Listen,
add to that program you're running...

...that the Anglo was probably a sailor
who laid over in Macao--

- Hey!
- One second.

- I'm on the phone.
- I know.

And the Latino was a Puerto Rican.
Wait a minute.

- What is it?
- The snow tire.

- Don't forget the snow tire.
- Oh, yeah. We dropped off a snow tire.

Check that as the mate to the
tire tracks we found at the scene.

- You got anything else for us?
- No.

Anything else?

Okay.

Wait a second.

- Your Spanish is getting better.
- Thank you.

- Computer spit out a make yet?
- No, it's still too general.

But it did turn up heroin residue
in the blood analysis.

- Guy's a shooter.
- Then they're both hypes.

They come in pairs.

Yeah, Huggy Bear?

Yeah, this is Rolly.

I want to leave a message
for Starsky and Hutch, huh?

Yeah, tell them I want to meet them.
Privately, okay?

Yeah. Okay.

Talk to them in private. They should
meet that Fat Rolly in the zoo.

Chez Huggy Bear.

Hey, man, how the hell do I know?

Somebody tell Sweetmeat
her old man called.

- Close the door.
- Is that any way to talk to us, Huggy?

You don't like daylight?
It happens every 24 hours.

Yeah, I got something against today.
Linen service don't show up.

No garbage collection.
My bartenders don't show up.

You looking at a mean mistreater.
Careful.

Mean Joe Greene is a pussycat
compared to this Huggy Bear.

- I'll have iced coffee.
- Make it two.

Two iced coffees.

So, what's happening?

Looking for two hypes.
Rape and murder one.

One's a blond,
tattoos up and down his forearms.

The other one's a big Puerto Rican,
wears cowboy boots.

Starsky, you know I don't allow
no rapists and such in my place.

Have any of your respectable
customers spoken of these two guys?

You think folks come here chitchatting
about the mayhem they hear about?

Hey, Huggy, you got something
for us or not?

Well, if they're hypes,
I'll see what I can pick up.

They must be buying their fixes
from somewhere.

So have no fear,
Huggy Bear's info will be here.

And by the way, your yo-yo called...

...said to come by,
wanted to talk to you.

- Fat Rolly.
- Why the hell didn't you say so?

Well, what do you think I just said?

Hey, what's going on in the kitchen?

What the--?

Ten Sierra, 11 Harry, 1033.
Disturbance at 489 North Avenue.

I think I'll go home now.

Freeze!

- All right, who are you?
- I'm Lillian's husband.

He fiddled around with Lillian.
My little Lillian!

Just stay cool, big fella, huh?
Comprendo?

I don't think Rolly's going to make it
through the night.

These cuffs don't fit him!

Maybe we ought
to throw a net over him.

What do you think this is, a circus?

You couldn't conduct
a straight investigation...

...if your lives depended upon it.

Well, that's not entirely accurate.
Do you have an aspirin?

- Where does this wrestler come from?
- Olympic Auditorium. It's in my report.

Oh, yeah. About this report.
It reads like a comic book.

"The fiery red Torino
fishtails to a halt.

We spill onto the street ready
for action." What is this?

I'm gonna tell you again. All I want
is a straight report written in English.

- Why did the wrestler beat up Rolly?
- Thanks, captain.

Rolly was messing around
with his wife.

What's that got to do
with those two guys?

He knew the Latino was a Puerto Rican
and Harold in the crime lab says...

...Rolly's snow tire is
the same make, size, tread...

...and wear pattern as the
snow-tire track at the scene. See?

So that puts Rolly knowing them
before it went down...

...and giving or selling them a tire.

- You think he set it up?
- That's not Rolly's bag.

- But these guys fence with him regular.
- He can identify them for us.

But right now who and where they are
is locked up inside Rolly's head...

...which, at the moment,
doesn't look too good.

- Captain.
- What?

- May we be excused?
- Yeah, go on, get out of here.

Thanks.

- Hi, Zack.
- How you doing?

How are you big-city cops doing,
anyway, huh?

Hey, how'd you like to buy this sleek
little four-door sedan I got here, huh?

It was previously owned
by a lady of questionable repute.

She only used the back seat.

Let me tell you...

...waiting around over there
for news at the car lot is just awful.

So I....

I thought I'd drop by
and see what was happening.

Well, a couple of leads, Zack.
Nothing positive.

When I think of them two killers
walking around in broad daylight...

...polluting up the air,
free as a bird....

We'll get them, Zack. We told you that.

It'll take a little time,
but we'll get them.

Yeah, I believe you will.

I'm selling the car lot.

Yeah, the whole kit and caboodle.

Too many memories, you know?

House, everything.

I'm clearing out.

Where will you go?

I don't know.

Are you sure you're doing
the right thing?

Well, I don't know, but....

Well, that's my nature.

A man's gotta be true to his nature.

We'll have to get in touch with you
in case we get a couple of suspects.

Yeah, well,
don't you worry about that.

I ain't going no place till you nail
their hides to the barn door.

Well, you boys need me,
y'all just holler.

Okay, Zack.

I'll be seeing you.

- Take it easy.
- Yeah, you too.

Detective Hutchinson.

Man, that's formal.

This is the proprietor
Huggy Bear calling.

Hey, Huggy.

You still want a lead
on those two hypes?

- Yeah, what you got?
- I made you contact with the Angel.

- The what?
- 1106 Sommers.

Tell her I sent you.
If they're around, she'll know them.

- Thanks, Huggy.
- You got it.

Hey, let's go.

- Where to?
- To see an angel.

Anybody home?

Hello?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I hear you.

See you too...

...with my mind.

- Y'all come for the Angel?
- No.

No, we didn't come to bust you.

Oh, honey, what you looking
at them old pictures for?

You got a hankering for that gal?

Yeah, that was 15 years ago.

- Huggy Bear sent us.
- I'm hip.

- We need to know a few things.
- Like what?

We're looking for a couple of hypes.

One's a Puerto Rican
who wears cowboy boots...

...with silver toe-pieces.
One's missing.

The other's an Anglo,
tattoos up and down both forearms.

Mid 30s. They're both big.
You seen them?

- What did they do?
- Rape, murder.

For kicks.

- Young girl?
- Married.

Now, why should I help
the police force finger a couple hypes?

I don't know.

Maybe because they're giving
heroin addicts a bad name.

Oh, you're cute.

Fifteen years ago, baby....

Well, the Angel will tell you
she heard a couple of hypes...

...junkies shooting their mouths off
on cheap wine...

...about making a score
down by Terminal Island.

Now, brown bread...

...hangs around the pike
at a place called Big Chuck's.

White bread....

I don't know what he does.
He's a sailor.

Always talking about
sailing off into the sunset.

See, I been to that sunset
a few times.

Take care of yourself, Angel.

Be careful how you go.

Yeah, I'll remember that.

I'll remember that.

I'll remember that.

Best Gal in the fourth.
That's the number, man.

You don't know nothing.

If a horse bit you,
you'd think it was a hog.

You bet your money
on that horse, you lose.

- You sick, man.
- That's a donkey.

That's a donkey?

Hey, Charlie. Give me
one more order of french fries.

Hey, put some money on three of them.

Hey, I'll put my money on three
if you loan me 5.

Congratulations, Cinderella...

...your foot fits the silver slipper.

I'll cut her!

- I'm walking out of here!
- No, you're not.

I'll cut her.

I'm not kidding.

I'll cut her.

I don't think so.

No way.

No way you're gonna walk
out of here with a woman.

You so much as twitch a muscle...

...I'll blow your head off.

Drop it.

How old are you?

You single?

You know a blond guy with tattoos?

Where were you at 5 a.m.,
day before yesterday?

Which of these three detergents do
you find to be easiest on your hands?

You know...

...you are one of the warmest,
most responsive human beings...

...I've ever had the pleasure to meet.

An all-around regular fella.

Well, Zack....

That's one down, one to go.

I ain't ever seen that man before
in my whole life.

What?

He says he's never seen this man
before in his life.

What?

I sure wish I could help you fellas...

...but he just ain't one of them,
that's all.

I sure wish he was.

Now what the hell is going on?
You told me you had him nailed.

Now the only eyewitness swears he's
not the man that murdered his wife.

- Hold him anyway.
- On what?

Reasonable cause.
That's enough for murder one.

Not on a positive non-identification.

But we know Chaco's our man.
Hold him!

Dobey here.

Oh, yeah? Good.

Rolly's coming around. He'll cop out
if we'll bargain on a plea.

Rolly can nail Chaco for us.

What is it with this telephone?
I know I dialled the lockup.

I don't want the commissary--
You get off my crossed line!

Hey, Dixon, this is Hutchinson.

I want you to stall the release
on Huey Chaco. Number 33240.

He's already on the street.

Hey, there, Huey!

I'm having a little trouble
with my fan belt.

Maybe y'all could give me a hand.

- Talk fast. Where are your friends?
- When I get a guaranteed deal.

The DA's offering me diddly!

I'll guarantee this:
We make you a known fence...

...in business with the guys
before the murder...

...so you're an accessory to murder.

We tie this around you
and dump you in the joint.

You deal in about 10 seconds,
or you got no deal. None at all!

- Hold on, huh? Give me a break!
- Time's up.

Well, wait a minute. Wait.

All right.
Yeah, I'll give you their names.

Little Huey Chaco
and John Brown Harris.

Now, you're going to give me
conditional on the accessory, right?

- We'll try.
- Okay....

I fenced a couple of TVs for them...

...some watches,
sold them a case of calculators.

- I sold them the tire for 5 bucks.
- Come on, Rolly!

All right, all right.
Look, I'll give you Chaco, see?

He'll duke you to Harris.

Chaco's duking us to nothing.
Chaco's dead, Rolly.

What about Harris?

Harris?

Forget it. I want to stay alive.

Look, fatso.
There's an APB out on Zack Tyler.

Two witnesses identified him
as the man who shot Chaco.

If Tyler gets to Harris before we do,
the man is dead...

...and you've got no deal.

Besides, you're doing him a favour.

With us, the creep
at least gets a trial.

Harris sells his blood
for drinking money...

...when he's broke.

He's a sailor or something like that.

All right, where does
he peddle his blood?

- Ace Medical on Inden.
- Thanks a bunch, Rolly.

It's always a pleasure
doing business with you.

You're gonna love San Quentin.

He's waiting for the mail.

- Ma'am?
- You'll have to wait your turn.

Excuse me, miss?

We're not here to sell blood.

We're cops.

We need all ours.

You ever seen this guy?

What are you looking at me for?
Answer the man.

I don't recall.

Hutch.

All right, look, lady.

He's got tattoos
up and down his forearm...

...parallel rows of fishes.

Tattoos. On the inside.

Oh, him.

I remember him. It's easier for me
to remember arms than faces.

When was the last time he was here?

Harris. Exactly three weeks ago.

You got an address on him?

No. A phone number.

555-6473.

555-6374.

6473!

6473.

You get out of here!

This machine gypped me
out of a peanut bar!

Get out of here and take your nosy
friend with you! I got people waiting!

She is a vampire. Now, that's
the first lady vampire I ever met.

According to the phone company,
that should be the one.

555-6473.

That's it.

- I wonder if we beat Zack here.
- Well....

Maybe he's come and gone.

- Morning. Help you fellas?
- Make him?

- Get back! Get back!
- Get down!

Move it, you turkey!

Get down, Zack!

- Damn it, Zack.
- What do we do?

- We call for cover?
- There's no time! We gotta get to Zack!

That thing he's in is like a tank!

Cover me!

This thing with machines
has gotta end right here.

Come on!

- Give me your gun.
- I got it!

- I got Zack.
- Okay. You're okay. Come on!

You! Call an ambulance!

It's all right, Zack.

- Easy, boy.
- What's happening?

Don't you talk.

- Did you get him?
- Yeah, we got him.

Good deal.

Why didn't you leave this alone, Zack?

Well, let me tell you a story
my grandpappy told me.

There's this....

This scorpion, see?

He wanted to get across the river,
but he couldn't swim.

And so he's trying to talk this frog...

...into carrying him across
on his back, see?

And the frog knew
that he couldn't swim...

...and as long as
he was in the water...

...he wouldn't sting him, because....

Because he'd die, see?
He'd drown.

So the scorpion kept pestering him...

...and so he said,
"All right, climb onboard."

And they got about halfway
across the river...

...and this scorpion....

Doggone, if he didn't
up and sting that frog.

And the frog looked
around at him, and he said:

"Hey, what'd you do that for?
You're gonna die too!"

And the scorpion looked at him
and said:

"I couldn't help it."

You see, that old scorpion,
he's just being true to his nature, see?

Just like I'm being true to mine.

Besides...

...with Emma Lou gone...

...living is a hard way to go.

You know what I mean?

You hold on, Zack.
Ambulance is coming.

- Starsky?
- Yeah?

He's dead.

Nobody move.
Fifteen in the side pocket.

Hey, hey, old buddies, old pals...

...my ace bust them, rust thems.

What's happening?

- What's wrong with you today?
- Nothing.

- I'm Mr. Sweetness and Light.
- That's what I mean, man.

Man, you're off the wall. Yesterday
you were the "mean mistreater."

You must not be feeling too good.

Let me fix you the Starsky special.

- What about me?
- Beer?

One Starsky special, Diane,
and one beer for the gentleman.

- Starsky?
- Wait a sec.

Hello, friends,
this is my little wife, Lillian...

...and I want to thank you because
we're back together again now...

...and I'm sorry I hit you.

- Buy you a drink?
- No, I'll buy.

Bottle of wine.
Chateau Villon-Longueville 1966.

I'm sorry. We don't serve French.

How about some Chateau Twister 1975?

Hey, Starsky.

I'm beginning to think everybody in
this town is crazy except you and me.

Funny...

...I was beginning to have
serious doubts about you.

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