All language subtitles for Cannon - S01e16 - Treasure Of San Ignacio

( fireworks exploding )

( speaking in foreign dialect )

( screams )

Padre.

Bueno.

No, no, no.
No, se絜or, no.

( shouting in foreign dialect )

Come on, move it.

( upbeat theme playing )

ANNOUNCER:

Starring William Conrad.

With guest stars:

Tab Hunter,

Alejandro Rey,

Victoria Racimo.

ANNOUNCER:

( mellow theme playing )

Father Joseph.
Frank.

How are you?
Thank you for coming.

Ah.

I... I know you are very busy,

so I want you to consider
this case like any other.

Whatever your fee...
Oh, forget my fee.

Don't argue.

Please, this time

you are here as a private
detective, not officially.

( chuckles )

How's your head?

Fine. No problem.
Good.

The police come up
with anything?

Well, that is a problem.

So far, nothing.

Hm.

What about the insurance
investigators? -We have no insurance.

The relics were displayed
only once a year.

( sighs )

Two hundred thousand dollars'
worth of insurance.

I let it lapse.

I thought I could use the money
in better ways,

but even if they were insured,

how will you replace
San Ignacio's rosary?

A simple string of wooden beads,

but to the people of Los Posos,
a vital link to God.

I don't know.

Somehow I have a feeling
I didn't do the right thing.

Well, you did everything
you could.

Yeah, except control myself.

I shouldn't have used violence.

You had every right to.

Yeah.

The worst of it is a part
of me agrees with you.

Father, how about the three men?

Is there anything about them
that you remember at all?

Yeah, they were not Mexicans.

One of them spoke in English.

One, when we were fighting,
I saw he had only one arm.

Yeah, the right.

Really?

Well, that's certainly
a good enough start.

Frank...

now, you know
I trust your judgment.

Now, tell me the truth.
Is it hopeless?

Only if you have no faith,
Father.

As you can see
from the wheel marks,

it was a plane with
a tri-cycle landing gear.

By the time we
caught up with them,

they were taking off.

Did you see what make
the plane was?

No, we fired a few rounds,
but impossible.

It was too dark.
Hm.

How many feet did it take
for it to clear the ground?

Oh, 780.

We estimate the plane weighed
about 2.200 pounds fully loaded.

That certainly narrows it down,
doesn't it?

They stole, uh,
Manuel Santana's truck,

ditched it over there.

Any prints?

No, no prints.

Same as with the altar.

You know, Father Joseph
thinks they were Americans.

Well, then how would they
know about the relics?

Which are not famous,
you understand.

Only on display once a year.

No, at least one of them
had to be from around here.

But not all three.

I devoutly hope you are wrong.

Why devoutly?

Because if I admit to myself
that they were Americans,

then I have to face it:

That the relics
could be anywhere by now.

( dramatic theme playing )

( gunshot )

You check out all
the one-armed thieves in town?

My most likely suspect is doing
eight to ten at Chino right now.

No, my man is either an amateur

or a professional
without a record.

( gunshot )

Frank, it looks like you
might have just lost

a long-standing championship.

You need a bull's-eye to tie me.

( gunshot )

Eh, congratulations, Mike.

I guess I've got my mind
more on Los Posos

than I have on the match.

You want your old favorite?

Set 'em up.

Okay.

I tell you, Mike,
it's a very rough case.

I, uh, think I'm gonna
need a little help.

You know anybody?

Frank, it won't work.

What?
What won't work?

You forget that I was in Bunco
for six years.

I know all the cons.

Cons?

Yeah, first you kind
of fill me on the details,

then you shoot good,
but not quite good enough.

And now you're
plying me with booze.

Oh, come on, you know I wouldn't
do a thing like that.

Frank, I'm retired.

Look, retirement
is a state of mind, Michael.

Not when you get to be my age.
You need reading glasses

and you start to doze
after 8:00 at night.

Reading glasses...

Oh, Frank,
I know what you're trying to do.

What?

What, do you think I'm trying
to offer you a job as charity?

Exactly.
Well, you're wrong, Mike.

I don't need a millstone
around my neck for this case.

You know, I need somebody
who has what you have:

25 years' experience
as a hard-nosed cop.

Somebody who's got a reputation
for digging, that's what I need.

All right, forget it,
never mind, it doesn't matter.

I know a couple
of guys anyway...

( grumbling indistinctly )

Where the devil is...?

How much you say
this plane weighed?

What?

The plane,
how much did it weigh?

Oh, here it is.

Uh, 2.200 pounds.

And the only plane
that matches that weight

with a tri-cycle landing gear
is a Skyhawk.

How far will it go?

What?

The plane,
what is its cruising range?

Uh, about 750 miles, I guess.

Los Posos, 750 miles.

That means that somewhere
within that circle,

they had to take off
or land to refuel.

Uh, yeah, that's right.

How many airports in that area?

There are nine major airports
and, uh, 36 air strips,

mostly in the L.A. area.
You want another drink?

No, thanks.

Uh... Mike, you know,

I hate like the devil
to, uh, ask a favor of anybody,

but, uh, would you?

Hm?

That is the oldest con of all.

But it usually works,
and it just did.

( chuckles )

( dramatic theme playing )

( horn honks )

Well, what did you find?

MIKE:
Bullet holes.

That's one of them.

Ah, Frank, I almost missed it.

I happened to see a scrape
on the tail strut,

another bullet could
have bounced off there.

That's seven millimeters
in diameter,

the same size hole that a slug

from a Mexican Mendoza
Bren gun would make.

( chuckles )

Reading glasses, huh?

Sam Henderson's
the manager here.

He says that's a rental.
Yeah.

Anybody take it out last
Wednesday night?

According to the FAA report,

it never left the ground,
but Henderson wasn't here.

His chief mechanic,
Peter Farrell,

was minding the store.

I wish I could help you,

but the only plane
that left here that night

was Bill Heatherford's jet.

You can check the roster
if you want.

When was the last time the plane
was serviced before Wednesday?

Uh, I think it was Tuesday.
Let me check for you.

I remember I, uh... I went
over it from top to bottom.

Let me see.

Yeah, Tuesday.

Tuesday afternoon.

Did you notice any bullet holes?

Bullet holes?

Yeah, three of them on the right
side of the fuselage, all patched up.

Oh, there... There weren't
any there on Tuesday.

But you said the plane
didn't take off after that.

Look, man, I don't know anything
about any bullet holes.

I'm telling you that plane
stayed on the ground

all Wednesday night.

Okay, thank you.

( mysterious theme playing )

Did you believe him?

What do you think?

I ask him a lot of questions.

He doesn't even ask me who I am.

Would an honest man do that?

MAN ( over P.A. ):
Alex, you're wanted
on the telephone.

Hey, Alex, the phone.

Oh, it's your brother.

Hi, Pete.

Alex. Hey, listen,

some guy was just around here
asking about that plane

you and your buddies
took up Wednesday night.

ALEX ( on phone ):
Oh, yeah? Who?

I don't know.
Some big fat guy.

Hey, listen, you told me you
were just going on a joyride.

This guy found three
patched-over bullet holes.

Now, what happened?

Hey, come on, nothing happened.

Alex, I checked the plane
the day before and it was clean.

Look, you said it was
patched-over bullet holes.

You must have missed them.

I'd have told you if anything
would have happened, honest.

There you are.

Cottage cheese?

I thought you were supposed
to be some kind of cook.

Well, you're looking
at the proof

and the consequences.

Must we all suffer?

Here.

Juan Alex Farrell.

He rent a plane there?

Could be Peter's brother.

That time he rented a Skyhawk.

Earlier in the year
he rented a Cub.

If you multiply
the cruising speed

by the number of hours logged,

you get about 700 miles
both times.

Let's see. From here, roundtrip
to Los Posos is over 700 miles.

He could have been scouting
a place to land there.

You, uh, still have a friend
in Motor Vehicles?

Alex Farrell's home address

and where he works.

( ominous theme playing )

( car engine starts )

( airplanes roaring on TV )

( knock at door )

CANNON:
Bob Neal?

My name is Frank Cannon.

I'd like to talk to you
for a moment if I may.

Yeah? About what?

Well, I have
a business proposition

I think may interest you.

Oh, thank you.

Hey, you must have
had quite a career.

I never made Indy,
but, uh, I did all right.

Yeah?

What, uh, happened?
Crack up?

Yeah, something like that.

You mentioned
a business proposition.

La Paz 300.

La Paz, that's, uh... That's
right near Los Posos, isn't it?

You know Los Posos,

it was in the paper
a few days ago.

Three men robbed a mission
there of religious articles.

So?

So... I represent the owners

and they'd like
the articles back.

There's sentimental reasons.

Then go find who's got them.

Mister,
you're in the wrong place.

The owners
are offering $50.000.

Look, I don't know
who you are...

( door opens )

..or why you came
here... Hi, honey.

Hi, Bob.

I called the car wash,

but Alex said you'd
left already.

Yeah.

Hello.

Hello.

Excuse me.

Can you get dinner going, honey?

I am starved.

Who's that?
Uh, nobody.

He's... He's just leaving.

Uh, Mr. Neal,
just a word of warning.

You plan on doing business
elsewhere, it might get rough.

Not that I know
what you're walking about,

but I'd change my approach
if I were you.

You know, you catch up with
these guys, you could be making

a big mistake coming
on with that rough business.

They could get scared.

They could even decide

to get rid of the evidence.

Yeah.

All they'd have to do
is rent an airplane,

fly out over the ocean
and dump it.

Then your... Your sentimental
friends would never get it back.

( ominous theme playing )

( mellow theme playing )

WOMAN:
Father Joseph.

Father Joseph.

( speaking in Spanish )

Hello, Frank?

CANNON ( on phone ):
Yes, Father.
How's your head?

Fine.

What's happened, Frank?

Have you had any luck?

Ha! More than our fair share.

I'm beginning to think that
fellow you work for has become

our silent partner.

We're pretty certain
who two of the men are.

And the relics?

Well, that could be sticky.

That's why I called you, Father.

I think maybe
you could be of help.

Tell me what to do.

I need information on a girl,
a Los Posos girl.

Uh, she may have gotten involved
with an American racecar driver

some time ago.

Uh, yeah, she's 23,

uh, brown eyes
and overall pretty features.

Does she have something
to do with the case?

Well, somebody must have tipped
those men off to the relics.

Look, Father, I don't want you
running all over Los Posos now.

Uh, just a few inquiries,
understood?

Understood.

Okay, goodbye.

You know, pushing
Neal might scare him

into getting rid
of those relics.

Maybe the girl we can use
as leverage against him, huh?

What did you come up with?

( chuckles )

It's amazing what
twisting a few arms

and a couple of cases
of scotch can get.

Of all the fences in the area,
these seven are the only ones

big enough to handle the relics.

Very good.
( oven dings )

Ah-ha, and your reward is just
about to come out of the oven.

A nice chocolate cake.

Chocolate cake.

Yes, artificially sweetened.

Oh... ( upbeat theme playing )

You, uh, interested
in religious items?

Hm?

Anything catch your fancy?

Oh, uh...
This is more what I...

( coughs )
( phone rings )

had in mind.

"Ruby-encrusted chalice,
gold communion tray..."

This is a pawn shop, mister,
not a church.

Really?

( chuckles )

My name's Frank Cannon.

Now, if you haven't
been contacted

about handling these
relics, you will be.

"Handling"?

Yeah, that's a polite word
for fencing.

Look, mister, I run
a legitimate business here.

You can ask the cops.

I have.

I want those relics, Vetter,

and if you handle them,
I'll find out and I'll be back.

And I'll be back angry.

So why don't you
do yourself a favor?

If anybody contacts you
about the Los Posos relics,

you, uh, tell them to get
in touch with me, hm?

( ominous theme playing )

( footsteps receding )

That's a lovely cigar.

( mellow theme playing )

Father Joseph.

Come on in. Please.

Uh, excuse the mess, please.

Sit down.

Can I get you some coffee?

Oh, no, thank you.
I just dropped in for a minute.

I saw your sister yesterday.

She told me you were here.

What brings you to Los Angeles?

Church business.

Hey, this must be the young man
who took you away from us.

Yes.

What's his name?

Bob.

How long have you been married?

We're not married, Father.

Well, I suppose I should deliver
a sermon, but I won't.

( both chuckle )

Sit down.

Are you happy?

Oh, nothing's perfect,

but I'm much happier
than I was in Los Posos.

How is that?

Well, when I first met Bob,

I knew it was
a temporary thing...

That he didn't need me.

But then he had
a terrible accident

and he lost his arm and...
And now he does need me.

We really love each other now,
Father.

What's wrong?

Last Wednesday, we celebrated
the feast day of San Ignacio.

Mm-hm.

During the celebration,
the mission was robbed.

All of the relics were stolen.

How could anyone
do such a thing?

The bandits were American.

Rina, have you ever talked
to Bob about the relics,

how much they were worth?

No.

You never talked
to him about it?

I mean, just innocently?

Father, I said I didn't.

Rina, the reason why I'm here

is because a private detective

believes that you are mixed up
in the robbery.

Whoever he is, he's crazy.

If you know anything about this,
you have to tell me.

Father, I want you to leave.

Rina, let me finish.

If you know anything about this,

you have to help me
to get the relics back.

I will see that you
get full credit.

Father, I want you to go.

Rina, one of the men who robbed
the mission had only one arm.

What do you mean,
18 take it or leave it?

You offered us
36.000 yesterday.

And today it's 18.

Thirty.
Look, this ain't no auction.

Eighteen's my top.

Look, your market's crashed.

Cannon's hit every fence
in this town.

You're lucky anybody
will talk to you.

You're talking to us.

Yeah, and I ought
to have my head examined.

You know how long it takes

for this stuff to cool down,
huh?

A year, maybe two.

Do you realize how expensive
and risky it is

to hold this stuff that long?

I know what I think, Vetter.

I think you want to buy
it from us for 18 so you can

turn around and sell
it to Cannon for 50.

All right, if you think that,

then you sell it to Cannon
for 50, why don't you?

Go ahead.

I'll tell you why.

Because Cannon
won't give you a dime.

Cannon will blow
the whistle on you,

and all you'll get
is a stretch in prison.

Look, trust me.

I'm giving you the best deal
I can possibly make.

What are you smiling at?

How much did you think you were

going to get for this stuff
in the first place?

A hundred thousand.

A hundred thousand?

( scoffs )

( sighs ):
Amateurs.

Always with amateurs.

Well?

Now what?

I don't know.

I don't know what to do.

Well, I'm for giving
the stuff to Vetter.

And split 18.000 three ways?

Forget it.

Then give it to Cannon for 50.

Have him blow the whistle
and we all go to jail?

Maybe we can work out some sort
of a deal with Cannon.

No way.

Maybe there is a way.

Let's go.

Good afternoon, Father.

Get in.

( car door opens )

( melancholy theme playing )

Right on.

Can we dispense
with the small talk?

You made an offer the other day.

Still stand?

Fifty thousand.

Okay.

You'll be contacted when
and where to bring the money.

Oh, uh,
it almost slipped my mind.

Small thing, but, uh,

how do I know the money drop
won't be crawling with cops?

You'll have to take
my word for it.

Sounds fair.

Sound fair to you, Alex?

That's far enough.

Father, are you all right?

What'd you do, go visit
the mission again?

No, he... He fell right
into our hands.

A godsend.

You know, you have
very little, Neal,

and you keep finding ways

of subtracting
from what you do have.

You've got no one to blame
but yourself, Cannon.

You forced me into it.

You froze my market, remember?

Now, you foul up,
you can see what'll happen,

but if the, uh... The money drop
goes smooth,

no one gets hurt.

How do I know I can trust you?

You'll have to take my word.

( chuckles )

You'd better keep it.

How could you rob from a church?

Answer me.

Well, what do you want
me to say? I'm sorry?

Those were relics.
You stole from God.

If I did, he can spare it.

Stop that.
That makes it worse.

I did it because
there's no other way out.

Out of what?

Out of the car wash.

Out of any other crummy job
that I might be able to get.

Out of thinking about
all the things I know

are never going
to happen for me.

Out of this... This garbage life,
that's what out of.

And I did it for you too, Rina.

If you really did it for me,

then you can give
those things back.

And then what?
Go to jail?

Maybe not.

And if you did, you know
I'd be there when you got out.

Oh, sure, Rina, sure you will.

After... After 20 years
in a Mexican prison?

And what do I do then?
Sell pencils on a street corner?

I don't care. It's a sin.

Nothing is a sin if it works.

And this will work.

Listen to me.

I want you to pack
a couple of bags.

Stay here.

When I'm ready, I'll call you.

You understand what I'm saying?

I want you to come with me.

I love you, Rina.

I love you.

Neal call?

You got everything all set up?

Lieutenant's got a special
detachment all ready to go.

He's just waiting for you
to give him the location.

I knew him on the force, Frank.

He'll carry out your
instructions to the letter.

( ringing )
Hello?

Yes, I have the money.

All right, I'll meet you there.

When?

All right.

Third Street Garage,
within an hour.

Look, you tell Lieutenant
Wharton to hold back.

I don't want to see a brass
button within three blocks

of that place, understand?

What about the money?

You gonna give him
a briefcase full of paper?

No, I can't take a chance
on that now.

Whose money are you using?

Does it matter?

So you're using your own.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Where's the priest.

Where is he?

Where is he?

Hey, just hold it a minute.

( phone rings )

( ringing )

Hello?

Yeah, he's here.

( mysterious theme playing )

Hello?

Cannon?

Hand the money over to Alex,
he'll give you the relics.

Where's Father Joseph?

He's safe.

That isn't what I asked.

Just calm down and listen.

Hand over the money.

Cy and Alex will get it to me

Shortly after that,
you'll be told where

you can find Father Joseph
absolutely unharmed.

No deal.

Cannon, you're in no position
to bargain with anyone.

Now, just make sure
everything goes smooth,

because if they don't
get to me with that money...

All... All right, all right.

I'll turn the money over.

Hey!

What's going on?
Cops.

He set us up.

Stop! Hold your fire!
( gunshots )

Hold your fire!

Alex! Let's go!

( engine starts )

( dramatic theme playing )

You would have to come along.

What happened?

Where's Father Joseph?

With Neal, waiting for two guys

who aren't ever gonna show up.

( dramatic theme swells )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Got an APB out on Neal
and the truck.

What did the doc say about
Farrell's condition?

Not good.

Mike, I think you'd
better stick with him.

Now he's the only one
who can tell us where Neal is.

Right.

All right, let's go.

Frank, listen,
what do you figure Neal will do

when his boys don't show up?

Oh, he's been mad at the world
ever since he lost his arm.

This was his way
of striking back.

Well, he's a loser again.

And now he may not care how hard
he strikes back this time.

He'll take it out on the priest?

It's anybody's guess.

But he might hold off
just long enough

to get in touch with someone.

No. No, I won't do that to him.

You've got to help us, Rina.

You may be the only one
who can help us find Neal.

Why? Why should I?

To save the priest's life.

Neal didn't tell you
about that, huh?

He kidnapped Father Joseph.

No, I don't believe it,
you're lying.

You'd better pray to God
that I'm lying,

because if I'm not
and Neal kills the priest,

what does that make you?

I swear I don't
know where he is.

( phone rings )

Now, this is what I've been
planning on, Neal calling you.

Now, listen to me.

Get him to tell you where he is.

If he won't, at least keep him
on the phone long enough for us

to have the call traced,
you understand?

Rina, please?

Hello?

Yes, he's here.

Hello?

( sighs )

Mike. How's Farrell?

I see. Thank you.

Farrell died without
recovering consciousness.

( car horn honking )

( honking )

Hello?

I told you not to foul up,
Cannon.

Neal?

I told you if everything went
smooth, there'd be no problem.

Listen to me, Neal,
I gave them the money.

Then why didn't they show?

Well, they're not coming, Neal.

Uh, but there's been
an accident, a shooting.

You set them up.

No, it was no setup.
There were two security guards.

What do you mean?
What do you take me for?

Now, Neal,
will you listen to me, please?

Look, I still have the $50.000.

We can still make a deal.
Just tell me where.

Do you think I'm crazy?

No deal, Cannon, no deal.

Neal, will you listen to me,
please?

You crossed me, Cannon.

Now that priest is gonna pay.

( dialing )

Uh, operator?

Operator, this is Frank Cannon.

I've requested that all
my calls be monitored.

Now, I want to know where
the last call originated from.

Yes, uh-huh.
I'll hold on.

Uh, oh, all right,
thank you very much, right.

Well, the call came
from a public phone

on the beach at Playa del Rey,

and wherever
he's got Father Joseph,

they can't be too far away,

because he wouldn't leave him
unguarded too long.

I'll dispatch units.
How did he sound?

Oh, he's wild.

I think going in with a fanfare
would really trigger him.

Yeah.
Look, I tell you what.

I'd like to take Rina with me,

because if he's gonna listen
to anybody, it would be her.

Okay, sure.
Okay.

( suspenseful theme playing )

That's Bob's car.

Wharton.

Wharton, this is Cannon.

We found Neal's car.

It's outside
the Hyperion Sewage Plant.

I'm going in now. Out.

Rina, you stay here, all right?

( shuffling footsteps )

That's far enough.

Give it up, Neal.

It's over.

Wanna bet?

Neal?

Shut up and listen.

Father Joseph and I are gonna
take a plane ride together.

Anyone interferes,
the priest gets it.

I'm not particular what airline

just as long as that plane
gets me to Brazil.

Bob.

Rina, get out of here.

You have to listen to me.

Get out!

That day in the ambulance,
right after your crash,

remember how you
kept looking at me,

kept telling me
how much it hurt.

You asked me,
you begged me not to go.

And I said I wouldn't.

Well, now it's my turn
to ask, Bob.

It's my turn to beg.

Rina, it won't work
your way now...

No, Bob.

Now, get out.

Cannon?

Are you gonna get
that plane or not?

You'd better do it.

Yeah.

Yes.

Move.

Frank. Frank.

Have you recovered the relics?

Yes, Father.

I said, move.

No, I am not gonna help you.

I am not going to let you
endanger the lives of others.

Move.

No.

Cannon, talk to him.

Father... No, Frank.

I've done everything wrong
so far.

This I'm going to do right.

( gun cocks )

( screams )

( screams )

Take him off this side.
Come on.

Riding in an ambulance with me
is getting to be a habit.

Doctor says you're going
to be all right.

It's a bad habit, Rina,
it's a bad habit... I'm breaking.

Thank you, Charley.

Now, Father, this is the police
property receipt for the relics.

Uh, clark's holding them
at headquarters for you.

Well, I hope I don't
lose them again.

( Cannon chuckles )

Not a chance.

How can you be so sure?

Easy. We're giving you
an escort.

( mellow theme playing )

( car starts )

( upbeat theme playing )