All language subtitles for Cannon - 01x02 - Death Chain.DVDRiP-NODLABS.English.HI.orig.Addic7ed.com

( upbeat theme playing )

Hi.

WOMAN:
You're early.

Well, she left early.

Which one of her charities
is it tonight?

MAN:
I don't know.
I can't keep track.

Hm.

Hi, darling.

What you doing?

Oh, just catching up
on a couple of letters.

I'll be done in a minute.
Mm-hm.

( knock at door )

Who's that? -I don't know.

Joe.

Let's go outside, Donna.
-DONNA: But I can't believe it.

You're all right.
What happened?

I said let's go outside, Donna.

( tense theme playing )

( door closes )

( tense theme swells )

( engine starts )

( sobbing, whimpering )

You've got it all wrong, Joe.

I don't have it.

Believe me.

I called you, Donna.

I called your name.

( gasping ): I wanted to come back,
honest, but they wouldn't let me.

( Donna sobs )

Joe, if I had it,

I'd tell you.

I swear.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( sobs )

Okay.

What?

I said okay, I believe you.

You can go home now.

JOE:
There's a...

There's a bus stop
right at the corner up there.

( dramatic theme playing )

( mysterious theme playing )

( engine starts )

( tense theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )

ANNOUNCER:

Starring William Conrad.

With guest stars:
William Windom,

Saul Book,

Stewart Moss, and
special guest star,

Don Gordon.

ANNOUNCER:

( upbeat theme playing )

( lathe whirring )

Mr. Kendrix?

Frank Cannon.

Thank you for coming.

You handle those tools
very well.

Not really, but it's a way
to spend Saturday afternoon.

This the article
you told me about, huh?

CANNON:
Donna Woodward.

KENDRIX:
She was my secretary.

Have you told the police
you didn't think

this was an accident?

Mr. Cannon, what I am
about to tell you

must be kept in
the strictest confidence.

I don't make promises like that.

If I decide to take the case,
you'll have to rely on my discretion.

Donna and I
were having an affair.

That's not an easy thing
to tell anyone,

especially the police.

( somber theme playing )

KENDRIX:
Uh, about seven months ago

I needed a secretary.

Donna's background

qualified her for the job,

so I hired her.

Now, I would be lying to you

if I said I hadn't had
an opportunity like that before,

but I'd always
played it straight.

At first, I thought
it was just a...

A physical thing.

But it changed.

I loved her.

Let's get back to what you saw.

What kind of a car
did the man drive

that took her away?

Dark sedan.

Can you describe the man
better for me?

Uh, be as specific
as possible.

Oh, mid-30s, dark hair.

He had a...

There was something
on his wrist...

The right one, I think.

...like one of those
elastic bandages.

( sighs )

This is kind of
a delicate question,

but, uh,
was she seeing anybody else

at the time
she was going with you?

Yeah, there was another man
in the beginning.

As a matter of fact, he was
the cause of our only row.

I overheard her
on the phone one day.

His name was L... Leon.

She arranged a meeting.

I caught a glimpse of him
sitting his car.

Well, obviously he wasn't
the man who abducted her, then?

Mmm. I'm not too sure.

( sighs )

He was pretty far away
when I got a look at him.

There was something about
the car that might...

It was just a plain green car,

but it had some, uh,
p-printing on the side.

( upbeat theme playing )

CANNON:
I talked to the manager.

They've got a Leon there.
Leon Malcolm.

He's been with the company
seven months.

He's out right now
in Car 144.

( sighs )

You know, Mr. Kendrix, I, uh...

There's something about you
I admire very much.

Most men would have walked away
from a situation like this.

You didn't.

Because of that
I'm gonna take the case.

I just hope this is our man,
because if it isn't,

we're in trouble.

I've gotta tell the police
pretty soon what I know.

My wife is very...

active in community affairs,
charities,

that sort of thing.

It's her whole life.

If this all became public,

it would destroy Susan,

probably our marriage,

to say nothing of my job.

I work for
a very conservative bank.

Now, I want Donna's killer
caught more than anything else,

and I know you have
a responsibility, but please,

please, stretch it
as much as you can.

There's 144.

( mysterious theme playing )

He's not the one.

Do you have a key
to her apartment with you?

( tense theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )

( mysterious theme playing )

( tense theme playing )

Hands...

Over there.

Up against the wall.
Spread your arms.

I'm spread-armed.

Who are you?

Private investigator
Frank Cannon.

Got your license on you?

Mm-hm.

Using your right hand only,
take it out slowly.

Look, it's in
my right-hand pocket.

Can I use my left hand?
Yeah, go ahead.

Thank you.

You mind telling me
who I'm giving it to?

Sergeant Rissmiller,
Lindero Police.

Sergeant, I don't want to sound
like I'm uncooperative,

but this is not
one of my favorite positions.

Relax.

Thank you.

Who are you working for?

Oh, come on, now,
sergeant, you know that I...

All right, Mr. Cannon,
we can play it one of two ways.

You can either tell me
what you know...

Or you'll run me in, right?

Sounds like you're familiar
with the procedure.

Well, after ten years
on the force,

I think I should be,
don't you?

Where were you a cop?

L.A. It's easy to check.

Obviously you don't believe
the newspaper account of this.

Do you?

How much do you know
about this girl?

Uh, not a great deal.

About seven months ago she came
down from San Francisco.

She had a job there
as a secretary at the, uh,

Golden Gate Savings and Loan.

She got the same kind
of a job down here.

She kept pretty much to herself.
No friends.

Almost none.

She made 150 a week
before deductions,

and that wouldn't begin
to cover this place.

Someone was keeping her.

Any idea who?

I got a few candidates.

And just a guess,
but I'd say that her friend

was here last night.

And maybe they left together.

She was killed seven miles
from here.

She didn't take her purse,
she didn't call a cab,

and her car's
still parked outside.

You still haven't told me
the name of your client.

( sighs )

Sergeant, when you really need
to know, I'll tell you, huh?

Now, can I have
my gun back, please?

( somber theme playing )

MAN:
The great shepherd of the sheep,

through the blood
of the everlasting covenant,

make you perfect in every
good work to do His will,

working in you that which is
well-pleasing in His sight,

through Him to whom be glory

forever and ever.

Amen.

( somber theme playing )

Mr. Woodward?

I'd like to offer
my condolences.

My name's Cannon.

I'm investigating
your sister's death.

I don't understand.
I was told it was hit-and-run.

May I ask you a few questions,
please?

Do you know whether your sister
had any enemies or not?

Not that I know of.

Does the name Vermillion
mean anything to you?

No. Why?

He's dead.

His death was accidental too.

Well, I'm sorry, but I really
don't see how that concerns me.

Well, evidently your sister did,

because she was about
to send you a xeroxed account

of how he died.

Now, look,
I don't know that man.

I don't care about that man.

May I ask you one last question,
then I'll leave you alone?

Do you know anyone
whose first name is Martin

and whose last name
begins with the letter E?

Donna thought
he might be interested

in Vermillion's death also.

That's my sister over there.

If you have any idea
how I feel right now,

you wouldn't stand there
and ask me questions.

I'm sincerely sorry,
but I don't think

your sister's death
was accidental.

When, uh, you're in
a better frame of mind,

perhaps you'll think about it

and give me a call.

Thank you.

( mysterious theme playing )

( somber theme playing )

( sighs )

Long distance, please.
San Francisco.

Person to person
to Mr. Martin Eccles.

Uh, I...
I have the number:

"855-0714."

Uh... no. Uh, I'll, uh...
I'll try later.

( tense theme playing )

( sighs )

The one thing I always emphasize
in my instruction

is do not go out alone.

When I got there at 11,
a man was already pulling

Mr. Vermillion out of the water.

According to
the newspaper article,

there was a possibility
there was a malfunction

in his scuba gear.

It was no malfunction.

It was a lack of experience,
pure and simple.

The guy who pulled him out:
remember what he looked like?

Couldn't tell you
whether he was short or tall.

Everything happened so fast.

And he only stayed
a few minutes anyway.

He had to get
medical attention.

Oh? What was the matter
with him?

He sprained his wrist.
( car horn honking )

Or maybe it was his arm.
( honking continues )

There was so much confusion
I can't really remember.

Thanks. Excuse me.

( horn honks )

Hello, this is Frank Cannon.

Uh, this is Don Woodward.

I've been thinking
about what you said,

and I'd like to see you
right away.

Where are you staying?

Windsor Hotel,
Room 509.

( phone receiver clicks )

Now, there's nothing
to get excited about.

Take it easy.

Hello?

I just wanna talk to you.

That's all.

Oh, I heard about Donna.

I-I-I'm... I'm sorry.

Sorry? You killed her.

What are you talking about?

I swear to you,
I had nothing to do with that.

You know how
I felt about her.

Lord knows, I've got reason
enough to kill all of you.

That's in the past.
That... That's in the past.

So don't accuse me
of something like that.

Hey.

I loved Donna.

Yeah. I-I loved her. I...

That's why I came here.
I-I wanted to see her again. I...

Oh, if you only knew how much
I dreaded seeing you again.

For whatever it's worth,
it's been on my conscience.

No, no. Forget it. I'm...

Not going back was
Marty's idea. I wanted to.

He kept yelling at me
to... To drive.

Well, I suppose i-it didn't
cross anybody's mind

there'd be one less share
to divvy up, huh?

What are you talking about,
shares?

We didn't get that money.
You had it.

Me? Money?

I was lucky to get outta there.

Donna wasn't an accident, Joe.

Something's going on.

A detective thinks
she was murdered.

He said Vermillion's dead too.

( somber theme playing )

Who's the detective?

( sighs )

How much does he know about us?

I... I don't think he's
put it all together yet,

but he did know about
Vermillion,

and somehow he's on to Eccles.

Hmm.

( mysterious theme playing )

It's hot in here,
isn't it, Don?

Yeah, it's very warm in here,
very warm.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Hey, you can't park here.

We've had an accident.

( indistinct chattering )

( ambulance siren wailing )

( dramatic theme playing )

( somber theme playing )

You got a bad habit
of getting places

before the police,
Cannon.

I called you on my way over.

I don't know what else
I could have done.

And if you'd stop playing

the outraged cop bit
for a minute,

maybe I'll fill you in on
a couple of things, all right?

First, our killer:

he's medium height,
lean, in his middle 30s,

and has been wearing
a bandage on his right wrist.

Secondly, I'd suggest you call
the San Francisco police,

have 'em pick up a man
by the name of Martin Eccles.

Don called him from here.

Donna was writing him a letter
the night she was killed.

RISSMILLER:
Hey, wait a minute.
Where are you going?

San Francisco,
and don't bother thanking me.

Aren't you interested
in what I've found out?

I've got a lead.

Donna's boyfriend.

He drives a tan sedan
with a white landau top.

It's just a matter of time.

I'll tell you what's
a matter of time, Rissmiller.

Victim number four.

( jazzy theme playing )

Mr. Kendrix, this is...

KENDRIX ( on phone ):
Hello, Mr. Cannon.

Donna's brother is dead.

CANNON:
About an hour agohe fell
from the fifth-story window

of the Windsor Hotel.

I've told the police
everything I know

except where I got
the information.

I see.

CANNON:
They've got a lead on your car.

I think it would be best
if you went to them

before they come to you.

Well, that, uh...

That leaves me
with something of a problem.

Yes, I'm gonna be
in San Francisco

for the next day or so,

so if you want me,
call my answering service.

Oh, thank you very much.
( line disconnects )

Who was that?

Oh, just, uh... Just business.

Susan.

Mm-hm?

I'd like to talk to you.

Let's have a drink.

Oh, I'd love to, honey,

but Sandy's picking me up
in half an hour,

and I'm not even
dressed yet.

Oh.

I told you.

She asked me to help
pick out a present for Bob.

Don't you remember?
It's their 30th anniversary.

Oh, of course.

( phone rings )

Hello?

Mr. Kendrix?

KENDRIX ( over phone ):
Yes.

We've never met,
Mr. Kendrix,

but we did have a mutual friend
who died last week.

Who is this?

I think we should get together.

I have a few pictures
you might be interested in.

( mysterious theme playing )

Mr. Eccles?

Mr. Eccles?

I'll be right with you.

( melancholy theme playing )

Mr. Eccles?

Uh, yeah,
can I help you?

Yes, my name's Frank Cannon.

I'm a private investigator
from Los Angeles.

Have the local police
contacted you yet?

What about?

In my opinion, Mr. Eccles,
you're in grave danger.

( chuckles ):
You're putting me on.

No.
Ha-ha.

Do you know
Don Woodward?

Yeah, I know his sister too.

And a man by the name
of Samuel Vermillion?

What's this all about?

They're all dead.

You're joking.

What kind of a maniac
could do something like...?

I don't know his name yet,
but I have a description of him

and a witness
that can identify him.

Oh, somebody saw him, huh?

( tense theme playing )

Uh, I just don't understand

why the police
haven't contacted you.

Oh, well, they... They... They
could... They could have tried,

but, uh, I've been out
half the day working, you see.

I can't get over somebody

killing those three
wonderful people.

I mean,
they were wonderful people.

Well, all the evidence
isn't in yet,

but a definite
pattern is emerging.

You see, firstly, the killer
has tried very hard

to make all the deaths
look like accidents,

and secondly there's a definite
link between all the victims.

Eight months ago they all
knew each other right here

in San Francisco.

Well,
you'll pardon me,

but that doesn't sound
like much of a pattern.

Well, it does when you consider
that each of the people

had a specific talent
to contribute to a major crime.

Add it up:

Donna, a girl
who worked in a bank.

Vermillion,
an expert electrician,

and now you,
a welder.

That's some story
you got there.

I mean, it'd be funny
if it wasn't so tragic.

Sure, I knew Sam, and...

And we did a couple
of jobs together.

Not the kind
you're talking about.

And Donna, well,
I... I dated her,

and through her
I met Don.

Now, that makes your pattern
kind of weird,

doesn't it, Mr. Cannon?

You want to know
something else?

I think you're
kind of weird too.

( action theme playing )

( grunts )

( groans )

( grunts )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( action theme playing )

( engine starts )

( coughs )

( revs engine )

( coughing )

( mysterious theme playing )

( rings )

Hello?

Very good.

Right on time,
Mr. Kendrix.

KENDRIX ( over phone ):
What do you want?

For openers, I want you
to reach under the metal shelf.

You got 'em?

Yeah.

Don't leave much
to the imagination, do they?

And it don't take much
imagination to figure out

why I took 'em.

If that's all you wanted,
why did you have to kill her?

My friend,
you're jumping to conclusions.

I didn't kill Donna. She's
more valuable to me alive.

Who are you? -Somebody with a big
problem, and you're gonna solve it for me.

That electrician
must have been a wizard.

Yeah.

Pretty sophisticated
setup all right.

Required manpower.

Well, we figure six.

Four dead,
that leaves two.

The killer...

And the box man.
...Right.

Checking out Samuel Vermillion,
Martin Eccles and a Don Woodward.

They're clean. We don't have a thing
on them, and neither does the FBI.

Well, no wonder
we couldn't find them.

Our mistake
was looking for pros.

No, there had to be
at least one, the box man.

Well, we shook down everyone
we knew.

Show me exactly
where the guard got killed, huh?

Yeah.

Right here.

He must have surprised 'em.

It was an unscheduled round.

He got off a couple
of shots before he died.

Analysis of the blood found
in this corridor

showed two distinct types.

Then somebody else
got wounded too, huh?

Right.

CANNON:
This is the only one?

No, no, there were others.

I destroyed them.

How much
did he want?

I don't have to
give him any money.

I just have to exchange
some for him.

He appears to have
a considerable amount of, uh,

"hot" cash, and somehow he found
out that every six months

my bank sends currency

to the Federal Reserve
for mutilation.

Old bills being
taken out of circulation.

He wants me to exchange
that money for his.

Yeah. Hot for cold, huh?

Could the amount be $300.000?

Because 10 months ago,

the Golden Gate Savings and Loan
in San Francisco was robbed

of $300.000.

That's where Donna
used to work.

It was done
by a group of amateurs.

All except the man
who opened the vault.

He had to be
a first-rate pro.

Counting him,
there was six.

There was the electrical
genius, a highly skilled welder,

the man who masterminded the job,
an employee of the savings and loan

who supplied
the inside information,

and her brother.

The robbery went off
like clockwork

until an unexpected guard
showed up.

There was a gunfight, and,
uh, the guard was killed.

One of the members of
the gang was wounded.

Now, I'm a little hazy here, and
I'm just trying to make a guess.

But I think at that point

somebody decided
to pull a double-cross.

He wanted to keep
all the money.

Now, whoever that somebody is,
is the man who called you today.

But how could he
have known about...?

About Donna and me? I...

Look, I can understand
her being involved in...

( sighs )

In the robbery, yes,
but the other?

She would never.

She couldn't have
done that to me.

When you transfer money
to the Federal Reserve Bank,

is it common knowledge?

No, neither the time
nor the date.

Only the operations officer,
the president of the bank

and I have that knowledge.

Oh, yes.

And our secretary.

Okay, Mr. Cannon, what do we do now?

Nothing we can do
till he calls again.

( mysterious theme playing )

WOMAN ( over phone ):
Mr. Kendrix's desk.

Mr. Kendrix, please.

( phone buzzes )
Answer it.

KENDRIX ( over phone ):
This is Mr. Kendrix.

Good morning.

Who is this?

I think you know.

Have you got it?

( tense theme playing )

Yes.

The full amount?

Yes.

Okay, just follow
these instructions.

There'll be no problems.

It's now 11:02.

At exactly noon,
be at the airport terminal.

Go to the locker area.

You'll get further
instructions there.

No tricks, no cops.

I can smell a stakeout
a mile away.

Just bring the money
and be there on time.

( phone line disconnects )

( sighs )

( tense theme continues )

JOE:
Leon?

Where you going?

Get in.

Come on.

Look, Joe, I can explain.

Start it up.

( engine starts )

What are you gonna do? -Nothing.

We're just gonna have our first
driving lesson, that's all.

( suspenseful theme playing )

We're gonna play a little game
of Russian roulette.

Only we're gonna
play it backwards.

Instead of five chances
against one,

you got one chance
against five.

Hm?

You know, that was a pretty neat
trick you pulled in the bank.

Somehow you got out
with all the money,

and then you made the others
think I got away with it.

Very good.

Here we go.

Airport terminal,
locker 1050.

Where's the key? -In my pocket.

Now, I'd like to make this look like an
accident, Leon, but I don't have the time.

Killing me is stupid.

The money's still hot,
won't do you any good.

Money cools.

Yeah, but you don't
have to wait.

I got a plan.

A guy's going to
exchange the money.

Works at a bank.

I got him over a barrel.

He was cheating on his wife.

Over at Donna's
all the time.

Even when she was killed?

Yeah.

( airplane flying overhead )

( light dramatic theme playing )

( man speaking indistinctly
over PA )

Mrs. Kendrix?

Yes?

Mr. Kendrix's desk.

Well, he's just leaving.

I see.
Hang on.

Mr. Kendrix?

Get their name, tell them
I'll call them back.

It's your wife.

She says it's some kind
of emergency.

Susan?

What's the matter?

( tense theme playing )

( rings )

Mr. Kendrix's desk.

Is Mr. Kendrix there, please?

Uh, no, he left
about 25 minutes ago.

May I ask who's calling, please?

I'm the man he was with
this morning.

Oh, yes, Mr. Cannon.

I remember.
Uh, I don't understand.

If he left
25 minutes ago,

he was supposed to meet me
at the airport at 12.

Oh, I think I know
what happened.

He was leaving,
but his wife called.

I think it was
some kind of emergency at home.

Do you want to leave your number
and I'll have Mr. Kendrix...?

( line disconnects )

Operator, I would like
the police department, please.

Uh, Sergeant Rissmiller.

Susan?

JOE:
We're in here, Mr. Kendrix.

Come on in.

Put the bag over here.

Come on.

Now, sit down.

Harry, who is he?

Uh, this is banking business,
Mrs. Kendrix.

Your husband is about
to make me a loan.

Why did you have to come here?

Well, um,
the plans got changed.

As a matter of fact,

I'm not even the man
you were supposed to meet.

He had an accident.

Like Donna.

You remember Donna,
don't you?

Oh... Oh, didn't you know
about your husband and Donna?

They had quite a thing going.

Shut up!

Susan, I wanted to tell you.
I tried to.

( dramatic theme playing )

I didn't purposely
go into this,

but I didn't want you
to find it out like this.

Where's the money?

All right,
that does it.

That's one double-cross
too many.

( groans )

( gasping )

Hold it, hold it!

( gunshot )

( action theme playing )

( calm theme playing )

Did I ever tell you,
you've got a very bad habit

of getting places
before the police?

Well, I keep calling you,
Rissmiller,

and you always
show up late.

Nice-looking car.

Oh, yeah, yeah,
very popular model.

Lots of 'em around town.
Lots of 'em, lots of 'em.

I suppose you're right.

CANNON:
Yeah.

Well, goodbye.

I got a lot
of paperwork on this.

Yeah.

In triplicate.

( chuckles )

I remember.

( car door shuts )

( car starts )

I'm sorry I was unable
to tell the police.

I expect it made your job
a great deal more difficult.

I suppose I could be accused
of withholding evidence.

When you get to feeling better,

why don't you call
Sergeant Rissmiller.

You may find out
he's a very understanding man.

I don't know whether explaining
it to her will do any good now.

Can I tell you
something?

That all depends on
how important it is to you.

And you're the only one
who can decide. Right?

Thank you.

( mellow theme playing )

( funky upbeat theme playing )