All language subtitles for Cannon - S01e18 - To Kill A Guinea Pig

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ANNOUNCER:

Starring William Conrad.

With guest stars:

Vera Miles,

Michael Strong,

Steven Eudis.

ANNOUNCER:

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DEAN:
Yes, Mr. Cannon.

Of course the police
were called in.

Took them a whole ten minutes
to evaluate the problem.

Their suggestion was
that Dr. Adams put in a claim

with her insurance company
for the smashed window.

They chalked the entire incident
up to some nuts,

some harmless nuts.

And you obviously
don't believe that, Dr. Dean?

( sighs )
Mr. Cannon,

there are two ancient
and well-tested rules

which I learned my first day
as a medical-research director:

First, never get caught
stealing a corpse

from your local cemetery.

( chuckles )
Second,

avoid adverse publicity
whenever possible.

Let me tell you something,
doctor.

Rule number one is not
in my line of work,

so that leaves
rule number two, right?

Whoever these men were, I want
to know what it's all about

before Mr. Scoop
of the Daily Yellow Sheet

puts his nose into it.

Would you like
a very good sherry?

Uh, fine.
Good.

Dr. Adams was working
on a very vital

and delicate
medical-research program.

The slightest breath of scandal

involving her or the project
could kill it.

Hm. Uh, why don't you take
the doctor off the program, hm?

At least until you get
this thing cleared up.

That would mean stalling
for months while we try to find

someone who is capable of
picking up where she left off.

Thank you.

Not to mention
someone equally dedicated.

That's one reason.

The other is, I respect
Zena Adams too much

to just bury a knife
into her professional future.

( puffs )

Has it ever occurred to you that
possibly the police were right?

( scoffs )

I'm a research man, Mr. Cannon.

Of course I've considered that,

as closely as I've considered

your reputation
as a private detective,

and, I might add, your fee.

They both come very high.

( chuckles )

Uh, they both suffer
from inflation.

I want to hire you, Mr. Cannon,
but I have to be honest.

Money is not very plentiful
around our institute

at this time.

However,
if you take on the project,

you might find that you're
working for something

a little more than money.

A lot of sick and dying people
might live to say thank you.

You know something, doctor?

That kind of fee
is hard to turn down.

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Ah.

( feet shuffling )

( lock clatters )

Is everybody here?
Yes, ma'am.

The Guinea Pig Platoon is all
present and accounted for, doc.

( prisoners laugh )

Hey, what do you say we call
ourselves the Tarnished Twenty?

Beats the Dirty Dozen, don't it?

( prisoners laugh, cheer )

All right, all right.

Let's knock it off.

Before we, um, get started
with the program

and move over to the infirmary,

I wanted to call you all
together and meet with you

and say a few things.

I'll try to keep it
from sounding too corny.

A lot of people may one day
owe their lives to you

for risking yours in this
medical-research program.

Don't fool yourselves,
it is a risk.

A calculated one within
a controlled environment,

but nevertheless a risk.

Your reasons for participating
are your own.

I know some of you are hoping
for reduced sentences

or... consideration
from the parole board.

I hope you get it.

I say "hope"

because I want
to make it very clear

that no promises have been made.

More than anything I
want you to understand

the important part you're taking

in a war against
a hateful disease: hepatitis.

Now, I've talked
to Captain Sheer,

and, uh, he has agreed that
for the duration of the project,

you will be assigned
light-duty jobs.

( prisoners cheer )

Now, let me, um, fill you in
on what's going to be happening

for the next few months.

Starting today, and every
Monday morning about this time,

you will be taken over
to the infirmary

for inoculation and examination.

If at any time you feel sick
or just plain down,

please report to the infirmary.

I don't want any heroes.

Half of you will be injected

with a live, attenuated vaccine.

The other half will be given
a saline solution

with vitamin B12
and used as a control group.

No one will know which of these
two groups he is in.

As far as you're all concerned,
you're all in the same boat.

I saw a spook movie once
with a mad research doctor.

Turned her human guinea pigs
into real weirdoes.

You wouldn't do that,
would you, doc?

Come on, move it, man.

( scoffs )

( phone rings )

Excuse me.

Yes?

Uh, just a minute.

Dr. Adams, telephone.

Thank you.
Excuse me.

Hello, this is Dr. Adams.

Who is this?

But why would you
want to kill my...?

Hello? Hello?

( line hangs up )

ADAMS:
The calls come two,
sometimes three times a day.

They're always the same.

He laughs, and then he makes
some perverted remark.

This time it was about
the monkey that I keep

at the institute as a pet.

He's lived through
four very tough experiments,

and I retired him last month.

CANNON:
What was the threat?

ADAMS:
That he'd kill the monkey.

I never thought he'd have
the courage to call me

here at the prison.

CANNON:
Heh.

Maybe he wanted to show
how resourceful he is.

I'm impressed.

( prisoners chattering
in distance )

He never demands
anything from you?

Uh, money?

Uh, anything he wants from you?

Well, I'm a little older
and less attractive

than I used to be.

( chuckles )
Please don't come up with some

obligatory gallant remark.

CANNON:
Well, it had,
uh, crossed my mind,

but, uh, I felt no obligation.

ADAMS:
Ha-ha.
You snuck it in anyway.

CANNON:
Hm.

ADAMS:
No, he never asks for anything.

Probably some sick, pathetic
little man who needs attention.

I'm sorry, doctor, that was no
sick, pathetic little man

who scared you half to death
in the garage, you know.

No, you've got a problem
on your hands,

and you either stand up
and face it,

or you run like a rabbit
with an eagle on its tail.

But you'd better make up your
mind what you're gonna do

pretty soon, before somebody
else makes the decision for you.

Meaning the institute?

( sighs )

Yeah, they hired me.

They're shook up, a little bit.

That's understandable.

Bad publicity
would cause the prison

to withdraw their support.

Then the financial backing
would dry up.

Believe me, Mr. Cannon,

I don't want that to happen
any more than the institute.

Oh, I believe you, but you're
leaving something out.

What's that?

They're also afraid
that you may be in real trouble.

Hi, Mom.

Hi, Lee.

Ah, is that your son?

Yes.

Uh, this is Monday.
Uh, no school?

Well, I thought, um,

until this is over
I'd sort of keep an eye on him.

Mm-hm.

I'm delighted to see
that you don't believe

everything you say,

or everything
you expect me to believe.

ADAMS:
I'm no fool, Mr. Cannon.

I've already lost a husband
and a son.

I don't intend on
taking any chances with Lee.

LEE:
Are we going now, Mom?

ADAMS: Yes, we are.
Can I have my gun, please?

Thank you.

Lee, this is Mr. Cannon.

Hello, Lee, how are you?

Are you a cop?
Ah.

The guard says
you're some kind of cop.

Really?

Well, uh, Mr. Cannon

is a private detective
like, um, Mickey Spillane?

I would say Bulldog Drummond
would be more appropriate.

( Adams, Cannon chuckle )

I never heard
of either one of them.

( chuckles )

Uh, doctor, in case you want
to get in touch with me...

Bye-bye, Lee.
ADAMS: Thank you.

LEE:
Bye, Mr. Cannon.

ADAMS:
Goodbye.

SHEER:
Cannon.

( engine starts )
Yes, captain.

We were gonna have
that little talk, remember?

Oh, I'm sorry,
it completely escaped my mind.

Look, uh,
why is a private detective

hooked on a medical-research
program?

Ah, it's a confidential matter,
I'm afraid.

Not when you step
through those gates, it isn't.

Look, I'd, uh...
I'd appreciate it

if you tell me
whatever you can about this.

Well, not gonna be much.

Uh, let me check my gun.

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( horn honking )

( tires screeching )

Mom, look out!

( sighs )

Look at that guy.

What's the matter with
him? -I don't know.

( scoffs )

That man's getting close.

Yes, I know.

Hey, Mom,
we're getting squeezed in.

Look out, Mom! Look out!

( brakes screeching )

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MAN:
Let's go, kid.

Leave him alone.

Don't sweat it, doc.

Nobody gets hurt.
We just want to talk to you.

Get your hands off!

( grunting )

You tell him, doc.

Please, Lee, stop it.
Go with them.

They won't hurt you.
But what about you?

I'll be all right.
Just go with them.

Quit it, kid.

( door closes )

( grunts )

Let's go, doc.

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Sorry for the
inconvenience, doctor.

What do you people want?

Won't you step in, please?

( sighs )

I need a favor.

Not a very big one, really.

There's a friend of mine
in a prison.

He tried to get
into your program,

but you turned him down,
I'm sorry to say.

You turned down his offer to
help wipe out hepatitis.

Who are you?

I told you.

I'm his friend.

Now, you can let him in.

What do you say?

I can't do that.

This is a scientific experiment.

If any of the subjects
are in poor health

or have medical histories
of certain diseases,

I can't use them.

It would invalidate
the entire project.

Scientists all over the world
would refuse to accept

any conclusions I reach.

I think you should reconsider.

I just can't use your friend.

Don't you understand that?

His name is Carr.

Steven Carr.

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( brakes screech )

Get the kid!

( horn honks )

LEE:
Leave me alone!

( grunts )

( grunts )

( both panting )

MAN:
Let go.

( groans )

( grunts )

Ah.

Ooh.

( exclaims )

Ow! Ah!

Now, I want to know

why you're picking
on a 13-year-old boy.

You're gonna talk fast
or I'll break all of your ribs.

Ah!

( groaning )

Where's his mother, huh?

Mr. Cannon, watch out!

Oh!

( grunting )

( pants )

( car driving off )

What is it, Mom?

What did those guys want?

They want me...

Lee, I don't
want you to say anything

to anyone about this.

Not Mr. Cannon, not to anyone,
do you understand?

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( chuckles )

Hey, girl, what are you
doing up there?

( chuckles )

Hey.

You're lucky.

( sighs )

Yeah, tell me about it.

You just need some rest.

What I need is a drink.

Coffee?

Scotch.

Coffee.

Coffee.

Ow.

Where's Lee?

ADAMS:
Oh, he's outside
with the monkey.

I thought I'd bring
him home as a pet.

I called the institute,
and a friend of mine

brought him over
a little while ago.

After that call at the prison,
I thought he might as well

be with the rest
of the endangered ones.

Instant, I hope you don't mind.

Hm? Oh, thank you.

Thanks.

My husband just before he died.

And my oldest son.

That's Ricky.

He died 11 years ago
of hepatitis.

Yes.

And six months later you gave
up your pediatric practice

to go into hepatitis research.

Well, you'd be an asset
to any research program.

Doctor, what happened
on the road today?

Nothing.

Same as at the garage.

Now, come on, doctor, don't try
holding snow in your hands.

It always melts
and runs through your fingers.

No, it's very simple.

You either tell me what you know,
or I tell Dr. Dean what I know.

They want me to let a friend of
theirs at the prison in the project.

What's his name?
- Carr. Steven Carr.

I won't do it, Mr. Cannon. I won't
jeopardize this project for Steven Carr

or for anyone else. It
represents ten years of my life,

and it's my only link
with my dead son.

This also involves convicts
and their playmates,

and that could be
a dangerous game.

If you go to Dr. Dean
and tell him what you know,

he'll take me off the program,
and he'll close it down.

You were hired to save
the project, not kill it.

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SHEER:
Is all this something
I should know about?

I'm not sure yet.

Cannon, a lot of people
from the warden on down

are stretching the rules
for you.

I don't mind telling you
I'm nervous.

Now, if you've got
your finger on anything

that might trigger off
another Attica,

you ought to let
someone in on it.

Oh, it's not that newsworthy,
captain.

However, if the TV cameras
do come around,

I'll see that you
get a close-up or two.

CANNON:
How far would you go to get
a year taken off your sentence?

Why? Are you selling tickets?

CANNON:
Call off your jackals, Carr.

Leave her alone.

Are you finished?

Not quite. Sit down.

If anything happens to her,

it's gonna cost you
a lot more than a year,

and that's a promise
from me to you.

I've been in this cage
for three years

for embezzling $50.000
I never saw,

so not much throws me anymore.

So why don't you tell me
what we're talking about.

Dr. Zena Adams.

You've heard of her.

Sure.

So has every con in the place.

You tried to get in
on the experiment?

Yeah, I tried.

I was turned down.

I'd had hepatitis
when I was a kid.

Well, some of your friends
are working on the doctor

to get her to change her mind.

That's news to me.

Good news.

Oh, I believe you,

just like the jury did
at your trial.

Look, when I ran my chapter

of the Petroleum Construction
Workers Union, it was clean.

Then the boys from the national

started poking around.

They saw something they could
fill their pockets with.

They wanted in.
I wouldn't let them.

That's when they sent their
accountant down, Ted Kroft.

For an audit, they said.

Yeah, I know about Kroft.

I read your transcript.

You know it was a frame.

( scoffs )

Isn't it amazing how many people

there are in prison
who are innocent?

Look, I don't care
what you believe.

But you are right
about one thing.

I want out of here, and bad.

If there's anybody out there
helping me, I'm for them.

Lee, it's time to go.

Lee?

( tense theme playing )

We're going to be late.

Lee?

Lee!

( gasps )

( ominous theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

Lee!

( children shouting )

( children shouting )

Lee?

I wanted to cut him down.

I didn't want you to see.

But I couldn't.

Why did they have to kill him?

He didn't do nothing to them.

Mom, I'm afraid.

I'm too old, I know,
but I can't help it.

Don't be afraid, Lee.

Don't be afraid, darling.

Nothing's gonna happen.

I promise.

( mellow theme playing )

It isn't all that tragic.

Well, I'm glad you told me.

I wasn't sure.

Why did you change your mind
about Carr, doctor?

Common sense.

Easy way out.

Call it whatever you want.

It doesn't make any difference.

And the last time
I talked to you, it did.

You were the last

of the uncompromising
research scientists.

Now all of a sudden
you've caved in.

I want to know why.

Maybe I was too rigid.

Do you think it's over?

Yes, I do.

All I want
is to save the project.

All they want
is Carr in the program.

Well, you're wrong, doctor.

These men have put you
through the wringer. Why?

Because they want to get Carr
on the program

so they can maybe get a few days
taken off his sentence?

That's an awful lot of trouble
to go to for a maybe, isn't it?

No, this thing doesn't balance,
not by a long shot.

That's an interesting theory.

Do you have any proof,
Mr. Cannon?

Not yet, doctor.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Shh.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Good afternoon, doctor.

Coffee?

We, uh, came over to thank you
for what you did for Steve Carr.

I'm sorry if I'm holding you up.

I know you're busy.

There's just one more thing
I want you to do for my friend.

What's that?

Kill him.

( ominous theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

( phone rings )

Hello?

Mr. Cannon,
this is Dr. Dean.

Dr. Adams didn't show up
for our weekly staff conference,

which is not at all like her.

I just called her home,
and there's no answer.

Could she be
in some kind of trouble?

Well, to be honest with you,
she could be.

That does it.
I'm taking her off the project.

No, not yet.

Look, Mr. Cannon,
I should have done it

as soon as you told me that she
put Steven Carr on the program.

You talked me out of it once.

Don't try again.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to.

I don't know
whether she's in trouble or not

or what the trouble could be,

but if you pull the plug
on her now,

it could make matters worse.

( sighs )

All right, but by Monday
I want some answers

or I'll have no choice.

I'll have to move.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( knock on door )

Hello?

Anybody home?

Hello?

Hey, that's the guy
I fought with on the road.

That's Phil Woodward.

Associates frequently
with Arnie Samples.

They're smalltime punks,
assault, robbery.

Minor league, but tough.

They work most of the time
for this man,

Theodore Kroft.

He fenced their hot merchandise.

He's been indicted
but never convicted.

Retired now.

His last legal job
was as accountant

for the Petroleum
Construction Workers Union.

What about the guy who heads
Steve Carr's local now,

uh... Uh, Les Brooks?

Uh, you got anything on him?

No record. No make.

No, he's clean.

BROOKS:
I'm telling you,
if we stick together,

your kid is gonna have
a good Christmas, all of you.

( worker speaking indistinctly )

BROOKS:
Don't you worry about it.

You're gonna get more this year.
Huh?

I'll take care of you.

How are you, boy?

Nice to see you.

How's it going, Benji?

You up on your dues, Benji?

To the last penny.

Good man.

There's a spot opening up
in the local.

A few of the boys thought,
uh, you might be interested.

Not me.

You got some trouble, Benji?

Well, tell me about it.

Thanks for the offer,

but I think working for you
might be more of a risk

than I want to take.

We all take risks
in this business,

some more foolish than others.

Nobody can be responsible
for people like that,

now, can they, Benji?

Excuse me.

I was told that I might find
Les Brooks around here.

The one with the clean hands.

Thank you.

( whispers ):
Hey, uh,

I think you'd better
get up to the spot, hm?

Les Brooks?

I'm Frank Cannon.
I'd like to talk to you.

About what?

Arnie Samples.

He works for you, doesn't he?

Well, he works for the union,
if that's what you mean.

Do you know where he is?

Well, I'm the head
of the local, Mr. Cannon,

not of his household.

Sorry I can't be
of any more help.

I've got a few others names
I'd like to try on you.

If it's union information you're
after, this isn't my office.

Shall we start
with Dr. Zena Adams?

Don't know the name.

Well, tie that with Steven Carr
and what do you get?

Fed up.

Where's Zena Adams?

Hey, the man just told you
to beat it.

( ominous theme playing )

Heads up!

( groans )

( grunts )

( car engine starts )

You all right?

( panting )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Say, uh, I'd like
for you to deliver

a message to your friend
up there, will you?

WORKER:
Yeah? What?

( grunts )

( dramatic theme playing )

( mellow jazzy music
playing over speakers )

Sure, Steve Carr
and Brooks were close,

not because Steve
wanted it that way.

Thank you.

See, Brooks was sent down here

from the national
when this local was set up,

to help Steve organize,
you know.

BENJI:
Steve didn't need no help.

He was a man.

You could go to him
when you needed somebody.

We had a good, clean union then.

You know, Cannon,
most of the guys around here

are just waiting for the day
that Steve gets out.

There's no getting rid
of Brooks without him.

Brooks has his goons
all over the place.

Anybody says anything,
an accident happens,

like the one today.

And from the looks of you,

he didn't appreciate
your helping me.

Thanks again.

Forget it.

Look,
Steve never took $50.000.

He never had more
than 50 bucks in the bank.

Two days before he was indicted,

he borrowed 10 bucks from me
for his kid's birthday.

Les Brooks was making the same
salary that Steve was getting,

but after he took over,

he started living
like a fat-cat big executive.

It doesn't take long
to figure out

where the extra money
was coming from.

The till, that's where.

Yeah.

I suppose Les Brooks
isn't gonna put out

the welcome mat for Carr
when he gets out of prison.

The last thing he wants
is Steve out.

Well, drink up, gentlemen.
Next one's on me.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Les, they're putting up
for the night.

We tailed them to a motel.

Want us to fall on them?

No, just tell me where you are,
and I'll be there by morning.

( ominous theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Yes, ma'am.
Fill her up?

Oh, yes, please.

They're there, Mom.

What are we gonna do?

I don't know.

I'll ask the gas-station man
if he's got a phone.

No, Lee, don't.

But we can't just sit here.

Even if we keep driving,
they'll follow us again.

I know, but if we make
a phone call,

they might try to stop us.

I wish Mr. Cannon was here.

( pump clatters )

( articles rustling )

Didn't take much. $1.15.

Would you please
call this number for me,

and read the message on the back
to the man?

This is more than enough
to take care of the gas

and the phone call.

Well, thanks, ma'am.
Um...

It's very important.

I'll take care of it.

( sighs )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( players chattering )

CANNON:
Mr. Kroft?

May I see you for a moment?

I would suggest that you,
uh, tell your friends

to go on without you,

and perhaps you'll join them
later in the game.

I beg your pardon?

I want to talk to you
about Steven Carr,

and $50.000.

( scoffs )

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Who are you?

My name is Cannon.

I'm a private investigator.

You know, perjury is a felony,

punishable by imprisonment,
Mr. Kroft.

Of course, compared to murder,

it's a lot easier to live with,
isn't it?

What murder?

Steven Carr's.

Les Brooks has set Carr up

in a medical-research program
at the prison,

and only for one reason:
so he can kill him.

And it'll probably happen
by a medical accident.

You could be an accessory
before the fact, you know,

since it was your testimony

that sent Carr to prison
in the first place.

But you can't prove that.

If you could,
you wouldn't be here.

The police would.

Or one of Brooks' men with a gun

pointed at the base
of your skull.

Look, I don't have
anything more to do

with Brooks or the union.

I'm retired.

I don't think Mr. Brooks
will make that distinction,

especially after I pass
the word around

that you've decided to turn
state's evidence against him.

You fellows better go on.

I'll catch up with you later.

You're a wise man.

( phone ringing )

Hello?

Yes, this is Frank Cannon.

Yeah, well,
I got your card here.

A woman gave it to me.

She asked me to call you
and give you the message

she wrote on the back.

It's from, uh, Zena Adams.

It says... ( tense
theme playing )

It says what?

It says Happy New Year.

( laughing )

( line hangs up )

( Lee mumbling )

( dramatic theme playing )

I thought my instructions
were clear, Dr. Adams:

No police, no Cannon,
no running.

Yet you chose to disregard them.

What did you expect me to do?

You either make me the murderer
or the victim.

What choice do I have?

Well, that was the point.

There was no choice.

Arnie, uh, take the kid
in the other room.

ADAMS: No, please, please.
LEE: Leave me alone.

ADAMS: Please.
LEE: Mom!

ADAMS:
Please don't hurt him.
Please.

BROOKS:
Don't worry.
He'll be all right.

Providing you do exactly
what I tell you.

You, George and I will drive
back to the state prison

and arrange
a little medical accident.

A simple error.

A lethal strain of your vaccine.

Nobody will think of it
in terms of murder.

Nobody except me.

I won't do it.

( chuckles )

Yes, you will.

You see,
your son will remain here

with Arnie and my other friend.

And if you should decide
not to kill Carr,

well, I don't think I need
to explain what will happen.

( tense theme playing )

MAN:
Doc?

( gasps )
( vial shatters )

Are you ready for 'em?

Oh, yes.

Uh, I-I'd like to see
the men, uh,

one at a time today, please.

Um, start with the new man,
uh, Steven Carr.

Uh, give me a minute,
will you, please?

Yes, ma'am.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( sighs )

( water running )

( sighs )

( footsteps approach )

Where's Lee?

I can't tell you.

You've got to tell me.
Where is he?

Brooks will kill him.

Listen to me.
I can nail Brooks.

I've got enough on him
to put him behind these walls

for the rest of his life,

but you must tell me
where Lee is.

( sighs )

Zena, you've got to trust me.

( sobs )

He's in a cabin
on Mt. Wyatt Road.

Oh, Frank,
don't let them hurt him.

( sobs )

( dramatic theme playing )

( funky theme playing )

( grunting )

( body crashes )

You looking at your new home?

Carr's still alive.
She didn't do it.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You're finished, Brooks.

( dramatic theme playing )

( Brooks grunts )

( upbeat jazzy theme playing )

( engine starts )

Yes, that's right, Dr. Dean.

Steve Carr is being released
from prison tomorrow,

and will probably be the head
of his union again

the day after.

Yeah.

Of course I'll tell her.

Thank you.

Well... ADAMS: What did he say?

He said
right on with your project.

Thank you, Frank.

That's really
the important thing.

( horn honks outside)
Of course it's important.

( mellow theme playing )

ADAMS:
Oh!

( door closes )

And that's kind of important
too, huh?

( laughs )

( upbeat theme playing )