All language subtitles for Key.Largo.1948.720p.BluRay.x264-[YTS.AG].ENGb

- Oh, come on. It'll chase the blues away.
- No.

- I'll have one.
- The boss said...

I don't care what the boss said.
I need a drink.

- Good evening, Mr. Temple.
- Miss.

You got a cigarette?

Thanks.

Did your horse win?

- Uh, my horse?
- Mm.

Oh, no, I'm afraid he
ran out of the money.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh...

I think I'll go to my room.

I feel faint.

What I need is a drink.

That's what I need.

Say, how about it, you?

How many times do I have to tell...

The boss say you get no more drink.

Oh, he did, did he?

Well, this is a free country.

If I want a drink, I can have one.

I can buy my own. There!

Sorry.

- The boss say...
- The boss! The boss! He can go to...

Oh, hello, darling.

How come it's hotter at night
than in the day?

And when it's raining than when it ain't?

Huh, wise guy?

I don't know.

You don't know.

I thought you knew all the answers.

I thought you was a wise guy
from way back.

Darling, you've hurt yourself!

Your face! How in the world...

Oh...

- What's funny?
- Nothing.

Then, why'd you laugh?

I don't know.

Dumbbell.

What's worse, Curly?

A dumbbell or a wise guy?

A wise guy, I guess.

Got a million dollars?

No.

- How much?
- Nothing.

But you're a wise guy.

Well, you see, I was educated
only in impractical things.

With you, it's just the opposite.

I'm afraid. I hate thunder.

Is this it? Is it?

- It's the beginning.
- I'm afraid!

Well, can cars get through
during a hurricane?

Maybe. Maybe not.

I think I'll have a...

- A scotch and water, please.
- No.

- Please, darling.
- No!

You know, what you were saying,
that's the truth.

Only you don't believe it.
I can see right through you.

What you really think is
"I'm better than Rocco.

"He's filth!"
Like the old man said, right?

Right.

"He's got a gun, you think,
and I haven't."

You figure it's the gun.

Well, listen, soldier.

Thousands of guys got guns,
but there's only one Johnny Rocco!

How do you account for it?

Well, he knows what he wants.

- Don't you, Rocco?
- Sure.

- What's that?
- Tell him, Rocco.

Well, I want, uh...

He wants more. Don't you, Rocco?

Yeah, that's it. More.

That's right, I want more.

Will you ever get enough?

Will you, Rocco?

Well, I never have.

No, I guess I won't.

You, do you know what you want?

Yes, and I had hopes once,
but I gave them up.

Hopes for what?

A world in which there's
no place for Johnny Rocco.

Yeah?

Okay, soldier.

Here's your chance.

Give me.

Okay, soldier, you can make
your hopes come true.

But you gotta die for it.

See where I'm aiming? Right at your belly.

Go ahead, shoot.

- Get away, sister.
- Get away, Nora.

Shoot!

All right, you got a gun now.

You gonna use it or not?

Kill him, Major!

Yeah, kill him, Major.

Go ahead, show them
how you're not afraid to die.

Shoot!

Looks like you don't want it enough,
what you want.

Tootsy laughs when something's
funny for a change.

One Rocco more or less
isn't worth dying for.

Give me that gun.

Oh, no, I'm afraid you'd use it.

One old man more or less
isn't worth dying for.

What's the matter, sister?

You look like you lost somebody
near and dear.

A live war hero.

Now I know how you did it.

Hey, Curly, Gaye, anybody!

Want a hero?

Here's one for sale, cheap.

All right, Rocco.

All right!

Let's you and me play that game now!

You can stop me from going out that door.

But you gotta die first.

If he shoots me, you still get it.

Get out of my way.

Get away from that door!

The gun wasn't loaded.

He didn't have a chance.

Murderer.

Had to do it, old man.

Or he would've been
out that door and gone.

He's gone now.

That's right, sister.
The gun wasn't loaded.

But our hero didn't know it.

You knew the gun was empty,
didn't you, son?

You could tell by the weight.

No, sir. I didn't know.

He just didn't have the nerve, Pop.

Let's face it.

You were smart, fella.

What happened to him
would've happened to you.

It's better to be a live coward
than a dead hero.

Oh, excuse me.

You weren't afraid, son. We all know that.

Oh, yes, I was afraid.

But that's not why
I didn't pull the trigger.

What do I care about Johnny Rocco,
whether he lives or dies?

I only care about me. Me and mine!

Rocco wants to come back to America,
let him. Let him be president!

I fight nobody's battles but my own.

I can't see it your way, Frank.

Sawyer didn't either.

He was a fool.

Me, die to rid the world
of a Johnny Rocco?

No, thanks.

If I believed your way,
I'd want to be dead, too.

It's true.

You are a coward.

What you're saying now is only
to save your coward's face.

Now, Nora.

Maybe Frank's right.

Maybe he's right.

Okay.

Okay, okay.

Hey, what's the idea, Ziggy?
Why ain't you started yet?

So what?

Huh?

What's the matter, you guys?
Didn't I take chances?

Now listen, I make the run from Cuba.

I risk my neck, my boat and the shipment,
and you won't come out in the rain?

Well, you listen to me. Either you
show tonight or the deal is off.

Well, I know a dozen guys who'd just break
their necks

to get their mitts on this shipment.

Look, my watch says 8:00.

I give you two hours.
You ain't here by 10:00, the deal is off.

Hello?

Hello?

Hey!

Oh!

Downstairs, everybody.

Hey.

Didn't I say no drinking?

Oh, please, honey. Just one?

Bring down the shipment.

In there.

Mr. Temple.

Wait.

Is that someone calling?

There were some Indians at the door.
I sent them away.

You had no right.

Oh...

Listen to it.

"The upstairs shutters gotta be closed,"
she said.

If they ain't, the roof might come off.

Go close them.

One thing I can't stand
is a dame that's drunk.

What I mean, they turn my stomach.

No good to themselves or anybody else.

She got the shakes, see?

So she has a drink to get rid of them.

That one tastes so good
so she has another one.

First thing you know, she's stinko again.

You gave me my first drink, Johnny.

Oh, so it's all my fault now?

Everybody has their first drink,
don't they?

But everybody ain't a lush!

If I'd known you was gonna act this way,
I wouldn't have come here.

If I'd known what you're like,
you wouldn't have been asked.

Eight years since I seen her.

You wouldn't know it was the same dame.

You certainly haven't changed one bit.

Meaning what?

Nothing.

Gee, honey, you're as mean as can be.

Mean as can be.
Now what does that remind me of?

Well, don't you remember?

That was in a song. She used to sing it.

Yeah, that's right.

I gave her her first chance, took her out
of the chorus, made her a singer.

Mention that while you're at it.

Why ain't you a singing star
instead of a lush?

Gee, Johnny, I didn't mean anything.

Yeah, she could've had a future.

That's right. She had everything.

Voice, looks.

Plenty of class.

I was the rage.

Gee, honey.

Now, look, Gaye.

Why don't you give us your old song, hmm?

- You mean, right now?
- Yeah.

- I can't.
- Ah, sure you can.

Please, Johnny, don't make me.

I won't make you do anything.

Tell you what,
I got a proposition for you.

Now, you sing us your song,
you can have a drink.

Can I have the drink first?

No! The song.

Then the drink.

Without any accompaniment?

Now, look, do you want a drink
or don't you?

All right.

Well?

My gowns were gorgeous.

Always low-cut. Very décolleté.

I wore hardly any makeup.

Just some lipstick, that's all.

No lights, just a baby spot.

I wouldn't have any entrance.

They'd play the intro in the dark

and a spot would come on and there I'd be.

Well, go ahead. Sing.

Oh.

- Give me that drink now, Johnny.
- No.

- Johnny.
- No!

- But you promised.
- So what?

- You said that...
- But you were rotten.

Oh, no.

Thanks, fella.

You're welcome.

- Play a little gin?
- Okay.

- For how much?
- You name it.

Nickel a point.

Hey, old man.

How bad can it get?

I asked you a question! Did you hear me?

Well, worst storm we ever had
was back in '35.

Wind whipped up a big wave and sent it
busting right over Matecumbe Key.

Eight hundred people
were washed out to sea.

How far away was that from here?

A few miles.

Listen to it.

I'm sorry about the things
I said upstairs.

I know they aren't true.
Will you forgive me, Frank?

Of course.

He might've killed you, but that made
no difference, you had to help her.

Your head said one way,
but your whole life said another.

The other things, maybe they're true.
Maybe it is a rotten world.

But a cause isn't lost as long as
someone's is willing to go on fighting.

Well, I'm not that someone.

But you are.

You may not want to be,
but you can't help yourself.

Your whole life's against you.

What do you know about my life?

A whole lot.

From the way you look and talk,
and from things George wrote me.

Most of his last letter was
all about you and him on the phone.

Only he had it the other way.
You were the one on the hill.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

Why is everybody so quiet?

Come on, talk, why don't you?

Well?

You, Curly, say something.

- What do you want me to say?
- Oh, anything, just so it's talk.

- Go ahead!
- I'm trying to think.

I bet you two or three years,
we get Prohibition back.

Go on.

- This time we make it stick.
- Yeah.

I bet you two or three years,
Prohibition comes back.

Absolutely, yeah.

The trouble was, see before, I mean,
too many guys wanted to be top dog.

That was the trouble, yeah.

One mob gets to massacring another.

The papers play it up big. Big, see?

- So what happens?
- So what?

Naturally, the papers play it up big,

and the public, they get the idea
that Prohibition's no good.

That if they can get rid of it.

- Prohibition, I mean...
- I don't believe it.

Eight hundred guys getting washed
out to sea. You're a liar!

Nobody would live here
after a thing like that happened.

Would they, Curly?

I remember reading about it
in the papers at the time.

A relief train was dispatched from Miami.

The barometer was down to about 26 inches

when that train pulled into Homestead.

Engineer backed his string
of empty coaches

into the danger zone
and the hurricane hit.

Knocked those coaches right off the track.

200 miles an hour, that wind blew.

A tidal wave, 12 feet high
went right across the Key.

Whole towns were wiped out.

Miles and miles of track
were ripped up and washed away.

Nothing was left.

More than 500 bodies were
recovered after the storm.

And for months afterwards,

corpses were found in the mangrove swamps.

You don't like it, do you, Rocco?
The storm?

Show it your gun, why don't you?

If it doesn't stop, shoot it.

So the public votes out Prohibition.

And that's the end of the mobs.

Next time, it'll be different, though.

We learned our lesson, all right.

Next time, the mobs'll get together.

Make a big wave.

Send it crashing down on us.

Destroy us all, if need be.
But punish him.

Oh, shut up, old man!
I'm warning you, shut up!

Hear me. Hear me.

- I'll kill you!
- Rocco!

Make a big wave.

Send it against us. Take us all.
But destroy him.

Rocco.

Mr. Temple!

Mr. Temple!

The storm's passing.

A torn shutter or two,
some trash on the beach.

In a few hours, there'll be little
to remind you of what happened tonight.

Will we ever see you again, Frank?

Yeah, the storm.

It's passing.

- Will we?
- I hope so.

Why don't you stay right on
here with us, Frank?

You're most welcome.

Go on, tell him, Nora.

If he decides to stay here with us,
we'd be most happy.

Go on, tell Frank.

Have you any folks?

No.

I'd be proud to have you
regard us as your family.

Maybe that isn't what Frank wants.

Oh, I don't mean to set onto you, son.

Think it over.
Don't give your answer right away.

Hey, boss! Hey, hey, boss!

- What's the matter?
- The boat's gone!

What?

He did it.

I told him I'd kill him,
but he did it just the same.

Maybe he'll come back
now the storm's over.

- No.
- Why not?

Because he believed me
when I told him I'd kill him.

Well, what are we gonna do?

- We can't stay here!
- Can we?

Hey, boss?

Your mistake, sister.

- We're not in any trouble.
- Got something?

There's another boat out there.
It ain't much, but it'll get us to Cuba.

Who's going to run it?

Him.

Mr. Temple! You not good man!
You not let nobody in! That's no good!

Tom Osceola.

- Tom, Tom...
- Oh, shut up!

You leave women and baby out here
in storm? That no good!

You no more friend, my brother and me.
We no do like you say anymore!

No go Ben Wade!
You no good friend to Indian!

Tom, Tom!

You told me you sent them away.
You lied to me.

They were outside
my door during the whole storm.

- So what?
- Well, they might've died out there.

And who cares?

You filth.

What he said, you can run a boat.
That's a fact, huh?

His first sweetheart was a boat.

You're taking us to Cuba.

Why should I?

Because you know
what'll happen to you if you don't.

I won't take you.

You mean, you'd rather die than take us?

- I didn't say that.
- Hmm?

You won't kill me because I'm your
only chance of getting away from here.

There's other ways of getting at you.
Right, Toots?

Right.

- Maybe I'm up to them.
- Oh, no, you wouldn't be.

After a few minutes of Toots, here, you'll
begin to ask yourself questions like,

"What if I come out of this a cripple?"

And uh, "Do I care whether they make
their getaway or don't?"

All your answers would be right ones.

- I'm not so sure.
- I am.

Of course, if you're anxious
and want to find out

just how good you are at taking it,
we'll accommodate you.

But let me warn you.

Toots hasn't had much practice.

Kind of rusty. Might slip.

And that'd be too bad.

Because you made real sense
upstairs when you said that, uh,

"One Rocco more or less
ain't worth dying for."

Ziggy!

Yeah.

Mr. Temple!

Mr. Temple!

The law.

One wrong word out of anybody
and he gets it the same as Sawyer did.

Temple!

Understand me, old man?

Temple!

Now, you, sister, let him in.

Hey, Temple!

Good evening, Ms. Temple.

I'm looking for Sawyer. Is he here?

No.

Has he been here?

No.

That's funny. He put a call into me
from here about 7:00.

- Did he?
- Yeah.

- Good evening, Temple. Folks.
- Ben.

- Pretty good blow, huh?
- Yeah.

Did some damage, I see.

Power lines are down
in a couple of places.

- How's the road?
- Passable.

I'm trying to locate Sawyer.

Seen him, anybody?

Have you seen Sawyer?

No.

Well, he was here, I know
because he called me from here.

About 7:00.

I called back a few minutes later.

Somebody answered. Was it one of you?

I did.

Oh, you?

I just come down from upstairs
when you called.

There was nobody around, so I answered.

Probably he stopped in to make his call.

Then he went on and got caught
in the storm.

He's stalled someplace along the road
right now, probably.

Well, he ain't between here
and Palm Grove.

And he wouldn't have called me
unless it was something special.

Seen anything of the Osceola brothers?

- Have you?
- No.

I figured that was what was all about.
His call, I mean.

The Osceola brothers.

Couple of Indians busted out of jail,
and we're looking for them.

Oh.

I'll take a run down Matecumbe Way.

If Sawyer shows up, tell him to wait.
I'll be back.

See you later.

First visit to the Keys, Mr...

- Brown.
- Yeah.

Late in the season for a storm like this.

They usually hit the early part
of the summer.

Oh, is that so?

- Been doing any fishing?
- Yeah.

Well, there's no better fishing
anywhere than on the Keys.

See you later.

It's him!

Sawyer!

He's murdered!

Well, look, I didn't wanna say anything.
After all, it's not my business.

But those Indians you were
talking about, they were here.

The Osceolas?

Yeah, they were here all during the storm.
They left only a couple of minutes ago.

Stop!

Stop or I'll shoot!

Watch yourselves. Stay in line.

He's dead.

Your Indians murdered Sawyer.

You lied to me, Temple.

You said you hadn't seen the Osceolas.
You lied, didn't you?

I knew Sawyer had been here.
That's why he called me.

Because he'd found the Osceolas.

They thought they could hide it
by sinking his body,

but they couldn't. The storm tore
his body loose and threw it up.

Right at your door.

And that's where the crime belongs,
at your door.

You probably knew they killed Sawyer.
I wouldn't put it past you!

And I'm gonna lay charges
naming you as accessory.

What was the shooting?

The Osceolas, they tried to get away.

I killed them both.

Brown, what's your first name?

Howard.

Address?

Hotel Central, Milwaukee.

- How long you gonna be here?
- A week.

Haven't I seen you someplace before?

I don't think so.

You.

Hoff. Richard.

Hotel Central, Milwaukee.

We're all together.

Your full name.

Frank McCloud. No address.

What are you doing here?

Passing through.

You.

Bass. Edward Bass.
Hotel Central, Milwaukee.

We're all together.

How far to Key West?

How far to Key West?

About 100 miles.

Some hurricane.

Thought it would blow us
right out into the ocean.

Had to pull up on the road for
a couple of hours till it blew over.

That's some hurricane.

I'll be back in the morning.

Can we get something to eat?

Can we?

In there, everybody.

Hi, Ziggy!

Johnny-boy, how are you?

Well, well, well. What do you know?

You're a sight for sore eyes!

Come on in.

Hey, boys. Ziggy!

It's sure great to see you again,
Johnny pal.

Well, it sure is swell.

Hey, Rocco. You put on a little weight.

Well, now wait a minute.
Look who's talking!

Oh, look out!

- Say, guess who's here?
- Who?

Gaye!

Gaye, where are you?

Gaye Dawn? Don't tell me!

Well, I'll be...

- Say, she's as pretty as ever.
- Yeah.

Where you been all the time
Johnny was away, huh?

Around.

If I'd have known that, I'd have
tried to beat Johnny's time.

Same old Ziggy, huh?

All right, baby.

I know you fellas are in a hurry, huh?

Yeah.

Oh, uh, Curly.

Lou.

Paper has a good feel.

Lathe work's okay.

Portrait's good. No breaks in the lines.

- Serial numbers check out?
- Yeah, naturally.

Back color's okay.

High-class merchandise.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Hey, fella, what are you gonna do?

Don't go with them.

They'd wait till you get them
inside of Cuba, then they'd kill you.

You'd never walk off that boat.

She's right, Frank.
Tell them you'll go, or they'll hurt you.

Then when you get outside in the dark,
make a break, run. Try to get away.

It's your only chance, fella.

Frank, what are you thinking?

You were right.

Your head says one thing
and your whole life says another.

Your head always loses.

Out there in the dark,
make a break for it.

Run, fella!

Yeah, that's what my head says.

You gonna make a fight of it, Frank?

I've got to.

Not that one Rocco more or less makes
any difference in this world.

What I said upstairs still goes.

I haven't changed my tune.

It's just that I've got to.

Well, if you're a fighter,
you can't walk away from a fight.

That's the answer, I guess.

Here you are, Curly.

Well, Johnny pal.

When are you coming back again?

It won't be long now.

With you back again,
it'll be like old times, huh?

- You know something?
- Yeah?

I bet inside of two years
we have Prohibition back again.

- Only this time, it's gonna be different.
- Right.

- The mobs will be together.
- Yeah.

- No more blasting each other.
- You said it.

- So long, Johnny pal.
- So long, Ziggy.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- See you when.

Let's get started.

Bring everything down.
The soldier's stuff, too.

Oh, soldier?

Give Ralph a hand.

Coming with us?

Yes or no? I'm in a hurry.

Toots, go to work on him.

You win.

I thought you'd change your mind
the last minute.

Well, what's the damage, old man?

That ought to take care of it.

Want to come along, sister?

All right.

Okay, boys.

Give me.

Where are my things?

Oh, I forgot to tell you.
You're not coming.

Here, on this, you can
stay drunk for a month.

- Johnny, please take me with you.
- Let go.

- Get away!
- You got to, Johnny. You got to, please!

- Come on.
- I'll stop drinking. I'll do anything.

Only take me with you.

- Please, Johnny. I love you! I need you!
- Let go of me, will you?

I'll kill myself, I will! Johnny, please!
Please!

Listen, I'll be good to you,
like I was before.

I won't let you go without me!
You've got to take me with you!

- You've got to, you've got to!
- Get away from me!

Come on, soldier!

Get going, soldier.

Good luck, son.

Yeah, good luck.

Why doesn't he run?

Run, fella, run!

Why doesn't he run?

Will you cast off that bowline?

Stand by that stern line.

Okay, let her go.

That was his only chance.

He didn't take it.

He should've run.

The lines are dead.

How we doing?

We're right on course.

Well, keep us that way.

How you feeling, Toots?

Oh, I feel awful.

Why don't you go downstairs?

It's too hot down there.

What time is it?

A little after four.

We're not halfway there, yet.

- Johnny's sleeping?
- Yeah.

Dog, Unit, Man, Roger.

Numeral 0-2-2-4-0-0-Z.

Man, Roger, X-ray, George.

Group numerals 4-5.

Missing fishing boat Santana
is being taken to Cuba. X-ray.

Sea search of area B immediately. X-ray.

Is us they are talking about on the radio?

Oh, let them.

In a fog like this, they couldn't find
the Queen Mary.

Hey, Curly!

What time is it?

- A little after four.
- Oh.

- Say, Johnny.
- Yeah.

- I've been thinking.
- Yeah?

- About Gaye.
- What about her?

Do you think it was such a good idea
not to bring her?

- She's pretty sore.
- Oh, so she's sore.

Yeah, but she might squeal.

Just for spite.

On Ziggy, I mean.

Well?

Oh.

I get it.

There's only one Johnny.

Hey, you.

Take a look over the stern.
See if we picked up any kelp.

Oh.

I feel awful.

Toots, help!

Curly?

What's the matter?

Curly?

My gun. It's gone.

Gaye.

Toots.

Ralph.

Soldier.

Hey there, soldier!

Soldier?

Curly.

- Angel, you go up.
- Huh?

Go on! Do you hear me?

I'll get killed.

You gonna go up there? Are you?

There's nothing to be afraid of.
Toots killed him, he's dead.

Then you go check.

Soldier.

Listen to me.

Angel and Curly are dead.

There's just me and you.

From now on, we'll be partners.
Everything will be 50-50.

What do you say?

Can you hear me?

What do you say? Is it a deal?

I know what you're thinking.

You get rid of me and have all
the money for yourself, is that it?

Is it?

Answer me!

I'll tell you what.

Suppose I say the money is yours.

Yeah!

Here, look!

It's yours.

All yours, soldier.

Plenty more when we get to Cuba.

Okay, soldier?

You hear me?

I'll make you rich!

Soldier!

Soldier!

You're not big enough to do this to Rocco.
I'll kill you!

You'll never bring me in. Never!

Look, soldier, I know what it is.

You figure I got a gun,
so you can't trust me. Right?

Okay.

Look!

See?

I'm leveling with you.

Okay, soldier?

I'm coming out.

Okay, soldier?

I got no gun and I'm coming out.

Soldier!

Mayday. Mayday.

Mayday.

Calling Nan, Mike, Abel.

Calling Nan, Mike, Abel.

This is Abel, Sugar, Abel, Nan.
Abel, Sugar, Abel, Nan.

Calling Nan, Mike, Abel.
Calling Nan, Mike, Abel.

Come in, please.

This is Nan, Mike, Abel.
This is Nan, Mike, Abel. Go ahead.

This is Abel, Sugar, Abel, Nan.

The Santana.

My name is Frank McCloud.

I'm about 12 miles off
Boot Key Harbor, on my way in.

Over.

Are you all right?
Are you all right? Over.

Yes, but I need medical attention. Over.

Continue on course.

Stand by on this frequency.

I'm standing by.

Will you put me through to
the Largo Hotel?

Stand by.

State police picked up that fellow Ziggy
and his men crossing into Georgia.

You'll have to go up
and identify 'em, miss.

Mr. Temple.

I'm mighty grateful to you
for saving my life and all

but those two boys, the Osceolas.

I'd rather been killed than have
innocent blood on my hands.

Oh, I'm the one to blame.

If they hadn't trusted me,
they wouldn't have turned up here

and they'd still be alive.

It seems we can't do anything
but harm to those people

even when we go to help them.

No, Mr. Temple, it wasn't you.

It wasn't the law or anybody.

It was only Johnny Rocco.

Nobody in the whole world is safe
as long as he's alive.

We better go, miss.

Hotel Largo.

Frank.

Oh, thank God.

He's all right, Dad.
He's coming back to us.