All language subtitles for Friday The 13th - 2x17 - The Mephisto Ring.eng

(thunder crashing)

(phonograph powers up)

(slow ragtime jazz playing)

(mechanical creaking)

(chimes tinkling)

(thunder crashes)

ANNOUNCER:
John Lee Pedimore has taken
the lead again...

Two more laps, Macklin.

Two more laps
and I clean you out!

(chuckles)

My system's putting you out
of business once and for all.

Yeah.
Well, I'm coming to collect.

You better have my money ready.

(TV plays indistinctly)

ANNOUNCER:
He's starting to pull away,

a good couple of car lengths
between them.

Now there they go
into the turn three.

Jefferson seems to know
he's lost it.

He may be trying, but Pedimore's
driving like a man possessed.

Look at that boy go!

ANNOUNCER 2:
Dale in number three is really
pulling on Samson's tail

as they gear down
for the hairpin,

taking him on the inside.

Jeremy Dale of Canada
with the lead

as they accelerate toward
the checkered flag.

This is an unbelievable
finish...

You can't do this to me.

Samson sets a blistering pace
all afternoon,

but in the end,
the unsung young driver

from the Great White North...

Stinking son of a..!

(explodes, crackles)

WOMAN:
Donald?!

Donald? What's
happening in there?

What have you done
to the television?

It's nothing, Ma.
I'll get you another one.

You bet on something again,
didn't you?

You promised me you wouldn't.

I got debts, Ma.

I need some money.

(sighs)

Nobody can do this bad forever.

Benny gave me a tip
on the trots.

I still got time
to make the post.

Donald, how much
do you owe?

(cash register dings)

Is this all there is?

How much did you lose?

Don't worry about it.

Look, gambling's wrong.

It's the Devil's game.

You could go to jail.

(knocking)

MAN:
Don?
Damn...

Ma, I can't talk
to this guy.

Get rid of him.

You want them to do me
like they did Pop? Huh?

Come on.

Come in.
It isn't locked.

Good afternoon.
Is Donald around?

He's out for a while.

He's doing
some errands.

This is very nice.

Thank you.

(grunts)

(body thuds)

(footsteps approach)

Donald.

You shouldn't leave
your mother alone.

She could hurt herself.

Ma? (grunts)

Oh...!

What about this?!

Angelo, please.
Huh?!

I couldn't get ahold
of the money.

I tried.
Try harder!

(bone snaps)
(screams)

She doesn't have
anything worth taking.

Hey, didn't you hear
what I said?

(rattles)

(clattering)

Hey, a World Series ring.

I always wanted
one of these things.

Huh? Oh...

What the...?
(crackling)

(groans)

(yelling)

(groaning)

(screaming)

(grunts)

(crackling, whooshing)

(groaning)

(whooshing)

ANNOUNCER: Number five,
Dandy Don, leading by a head.

And at the wire, it's Dandy Don!

Winner of the eighth race,
Dandy Don!

Spanky's Hanky in place
and Rain Dancer to show.

(whooshing)

(quietly):
Yeah.

MICKI:
Yes, It's inscribed
"World Series, Chicago, 1919."

Perhaps you could
just take a look?

Great.

Hey, I finally got through
to the police property room.

But, listen, you're gonna have
to cross your fingers.

We need a break on this.

Yes.

Are you sure?

No, it's fine.

Thank you for your help.

Yes, I am aware that Cincinnati
won the World Series in 1919.

Thank you, though.

Back to square one, huh?

That ring is the first
thing Lewis listed;

the first antique
he sold.

It's been out there
doing God knows what

longer than anything else.

Well, let's review
what we already know.

That ring was designed
for the Chicago White Sox

because they were a shoo-in
to win the World Series in 1919.

Right, right.

And then they threw it over
for a gambling syndicate.

It was sold to Luke Spicer.

The late Luke Spicer.

Where do we go from here?

What about gambling?

Well, yeah.
I mean, we've chased down

cursed objects before that had
an association with past evil.

Right.

Lewis might just have made
that association stronger.

It's worth checking out.

It's okay, Ma.

(groans softly)

He's gone.

I took care
of everything.

But your hand?

It's okay, Ma.

Don't worry.

How about you?

I'm fine.

Good, good.

Take it easy, huh?

Yeah.

Our luck's finally
changed, Ma.

I can feel it.

Everything's gonna be
just fine.

The ring...

Good work.
It's all here.

Did he give you
any trouble?

That's part of the fun.

Something else
you want to say to me?

Angelo's disappeared,
Mr. Macklin.

So who's account was
he working on?

Donald Wren.

He went to pick up
the installment

and, uh, that's the last
we saw of him.

We just heard Wren picked up
five grand on a perfecta.

So you think Angelo cut himself
a private deal?

I wouldn't put it
past him.

Louis, find Angelo.

Johnny, I want you
to take care of Mr. Wren.

I believe he has
5,000 of mine.

And if he won't pay?

Then you cancel his account.

Okay, we've got
syndicates, bookies,

big winners,
big losers...

About anything you can
relate to gambling.

Now all we have to do is
relate it to the ring.

(door opens,
bells jangle)

Oh, ma'am,
I'm sorry.

We're closed right now,

but of you'd like to come back
tomorrow...

Oh, I didn't want to buy
anything.

You see, I got one of these
mailers about a year ago.

You bought something
from the store?

No, well, not exactly.

But-But I had something
that you wanted.

Had? What was it?

It was a ring;

an old World Series ring.

So, Mrs. Wren,
let me get this straight.

You've had
this ring stored

in a little box
for almost six years,

and it's
just been stolen?

That's right.

I thought you might
be able to help get it back.

Well, you got that mailer
a while ago.

Why didn't you come to us
earlier?

I didn't know
if I could trust you.

I didn't know
what you might use it for.

Use it?
What do you mean use it?

You know what that ring can do,
don't you?

Well, I couldn't go
to the police.

I thought you might know
how to stop it.

All right, all right, all right.

Just tell us what's happening.

Tell us how it works.

Well, it gives and it takes.

My husband was a weak man,

and the ring gave him the power
to gamble and to win,

but it turned him
into a murderer.

What happened to him?

He was shot.

The police thought it was
a bookie named Anthony Macklin,

but they couldn't prove it.

Now my son owes Macklin money,

and if Macklin has that ring...

He may use it on your son.

Yeah.

Mrs. Wren,
it's all right.

It's all right.

You've come
to the right place.

Now, tell us exactly
how it works.

Boys, you're looking
at a winner here today.

(laughs)

DONALD:
Drinks for everybody.

When I got it,
I spread it around.

Yeah? Well, how about
paying up your last tab?

Just show me the bottom line.

I'll get it.

MORROW:
You got other debts
to pay first.

Come on, Johnny.

I was going to
get you guys.

When?

When you needed another loan?

There's less than
two grand here.

We heard you won five.

No, no, no, no.
You heard wrong.

(Donald grunts in pain)

You're into us for $40,000.

This isn't even
a day's interest.

Please, Johnny, I'll have
it for you by tomorrow.

I just wanted to get
something for my mom.

Isn't that sweet?

Let's go.

My mother's sleeping.

I don't want to wake her up.

Come on, Johnny,
give me a break.

I'll be back.

I'll-I'll give you
some insurance.

It's a World Series ring.

You can get $5,000,
$6,000 for it anywhere.

Do I look like
a pawnbroker?

Okay.

You got five minutes.

Sure.

I bet you dreamed
of having one of those

when you were a kid.

Five.

(distant siren wailing)

(Morrow groaning)

(crackling)

(whooshing)

(Morrow groaning,
moaning in pain)

(Morrow screaming,
eerie whooshing)

(laughing)

(crackling,
Morrow screaming)

(laughing maniacally)

(Morrow screaming)

(laughing)

(crackling,
pained groaning)

(laughing)

(Donald continues laughing)

(crackling stops,
Donald's laughter fades)

SPORTSCASTER:
And Seal's got the puck now
with two seconds to go.

Up to Gordica,
he's moving in on net...

He sends it across in front,
Eisen scores!

And the Seals win,
four-three.

(Donald grunting
with effort)

(dog barking in distance)

(Donald grunting)

(strained grunting)

(crowbar clatters)

(strained grunting)

(splashing)

It can get a hundred channels,
in stereo.

And there's a remote.

No more sitting
through commercials.

But that ain't the best.

Come on, try it on.

I can't.

Come on, Ma, relax.

So it's gambling money.
It's still money.

I bet on a hockey game.

It paid off big.

I even took care of Macklin.

I don't owe him
a cent anymore.

You know what this means? Huh?

It means we're even.

He'll have to take my action
again.

I'm going to use his money
to break him, Ma.

Please.

The money is dirty.

It has blood on it.

I saw you kill that man
last night.

I'm through losing, Ma.

This time

I'm on a roll
that'll never stop.

(slams box)

(stomping)

(bells jangling)

Ryan, this Anthony
Macklin's mentioned

in some of these
newspaper stories,

and he's not
a small-time bookie.

If you think that's interesting,
take a look at this.

MICKI:
Donald Wren.

Mrs. Wren's son.

Maybe he got lucky.

Maybe he took the ring
and this is how it works.

I guess we better
go talk to him.

I think so.

Hey, hey, hey, better late
than never, huh, Mike?

The Seals really come through
for you, huh, Donny?

Who would've thought that
crummy team would of won one.

...490, 500.

Plus a little something
for your patience.

Well, thanks, Donald.

So you gonna pay
Macklin back now?

I already did.

40 grand, in small bills.

(whistles)
I wouldn't get on his
wrong side, if I was you.

Macklin's a
two-bit hustler.

I'm going to own him.
You watch.

Hey, Donny, maybe
you can you let me in

on some of
your tips, huh?

Forget it.
What do you mean?

I leant you money for
the Super Bowl, didn't I?

I don't need
any partners, Benny.

You owe me, Donny.

Now, I came through
when you were down.

Get lost.

Yeah, sure.

Maybe I go tell Macklin
what I heard you say about him.

Hey, Benny.

Let's see what
we can do for you.

So, what are we gonna
bet on, Donny, huh?

The horses, the fights?

Hey, Stanford's
playing UCLA tonight.

How about that?

I don't know yet.

Mm. Oh.

My good luck charm.

Try it on.

What for?

You want in on this or not?

Okay.

Geez.

There. Satisfied?

I will be.

Hey, where you going?

(crackling whoosh)

Donny, it's
hurting me.

(cries out)

(cries out)

(choking gasps)

(wails)

Come on, come on.

SPORTSCASTER:
Higgins goes up,
three seconds left,

he puts it up--
oh, he misses.

Chitwood gets the rebound.

He goes up, at the buzzer,
it's in.

Stanford beats UCLA, 100 to 97.

Mrs. Wren.

I'm sorry,
I can't talk to you now.

RYAN:
Did you see this
morning's paper?

Where's Donald?

Mrs. Wren, does
he have the ring?

Yes.

Oh! Did he use it?

Look, I know my son.

He wouldn't hurt
an innocent person.

The man he killed
was a gangster.

He came here to hurt us.

Where's Donald now?

Well, I'm not sure.

Now, you mustn't
call the police.

No, no, no.
We just want the ring.

Well, there's a couple of bars
he goes to in the evening.

I was just going
to look for him.

Come on.
We'll take you.

SPORTSCASTER:
...inside to Kelly Smith.

Up and in for two points.

Yeah! Way to go!

You see that shot? Huh?

I thought you bet
on Stanford.

I like it to be interesting.

...Stanford defense, got 22
points already with no fouls.

Clearly one of the best freshman
guards in the NCAA...

There he is.

MICKI:
We've got to get him away
from all those people.

He'll talk to his mother.

(broadcast continues
indistinctly)

Donald.
(whistle blows,
crowd cheers on TV)

Ma, what are you
doing here?

Donald, I have
to talk to you.

(sighs)

You've got to
stop gambling.

I'm finally
making money, Ma.

And I'm gonna make
some more.

We'll be rich.

No. You can't, Donald.

Not like this.

Give me that ring.

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

Give it back before
anyone else gets hurt.

Your father died
because of that thing.

It doesn't bring you
good luck-- it's evil.

Look, Ma,
you gotta understand.

I'm doing this for you.

When this game is over,

we're going to have
all the money we ever wanted.

You know that home you wanted
to retire to in Florida?

Well, you're not going.

I'm gonna buy you
your own place...

in the Bahamas.

You can fill it with all those
tropical plants you love.

Spend all day on the beach.

Then you promise you
won't use it again?

After tonight,
I don't need to.

Hey, I'm not like Pop.

I'm not gonna give you
any trouble.

Come here.

Now you go on home.

(sighs)

I'll be back after
I collect from Macklin. Hmm?

Tomorrow...

we'll go looking for
some travel brochures, huh?

...are really Stanford's
strength.

Without these two,
the rest of the starting five

have only accumulated a total
of nine points tonight.

Doma gets the ball
inside the court.

It's a fall-away banker.

He's got a nice touch
off the glass, folks.

Did you get it?

He promised he
wouldn't use it again.

He's bringing it
home tonight.

I knew he was stronger
than his father.

Why don't you get
Mrs. Wren a taxi

and wait in the car.

I'll get him
by himself.

Maybe I should do that.

Are you gonna
get him

to go home with
you tonight?

Higgins can't make the pass.

The UCLA defense
is meshing perfectly here.

They move it to Stanford's
big man down low,

and the point guard passes
from the perimeter.

Now, Higgins goes for a prayer
and hits it.

Ah, you got
another three.

Yeah, yeah.

They'll win by three.

100 to 97.

Give me another drink.

Here.

Help yourself.

SPORTSCASTER:
Nowhere to go.

Moving it back out to Higgins.

Looking around.

Keith Richmond
over in the corner.

Goes up on Schmidt,
puts it up and in from 15 feet.

Stanford is coming back.

Where did they
find the bodies?

Floating in the sewer.

They could've been
dumped in anywhere.

(phone ringing)

Yeah?

It's Mike.

I'd say the odds
on Donald Wren knowing

about your missing boys
just dropped to even money.

Don't let him leave.

All right.

Can I buy
you a drink?

What took you
so long to ask?

Oh, well, I was
playing hard to get.

(both chuckling)

Can't make a pass...
he calls time out

before the five-second
violation.

Well, now that we
got that over with...

why don't we go
someplace quiet?

This place
gives me a headache.

Hey, Donny, where you going?

Out.

Stanford down by two
with time beginning to run out.

Yeah, it's Mike again.

Listen, uh, my apartment's
a bit of a mess.

Why don't we go up
to your place?

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

(engine starting)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

♪ ♪

What are you doing?

You're working for Macklin.

You're trying
to set me up!

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

Macklin gives you a lot
of jewelry, doesn't he?

I bet you've never
seen anything

like this before, huh?

Let go of me, you creep.

Shut up!

I need another winner.

And every time there's
another winner,

there's a loser.

Sorry, babe.

(groaning)

(screaming)

MICKI:
No!

(yelling)

(tires screeching)

Hello, Donald.

Can we, uh,
give you a ride?

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

Ryan!

(tires screeching)

Ryan!

Micki!

What the hell
happened?

Somebody grabbed Donald!

(tires screeching)

Good evening, Mr. Wren.

I'm glad you could
make time for us.

What the hell is this, Macklin?

Well, I'd like
to discuss a turn of events.

Yesterday...

you owed me $40,000, Donald.

Two bets later,
I owe you $40,000.

Now, how do you suppose
that happened?

I got a system.

A few guys bet Stanford tonight.

A few guys
covered the spread.

But you...
you knew the exact score.

I told you I got a system.

Oh, like the one
your father used?

(grunts)

Your old man was a loser
his whole life.

Then, all of a sudden,
he got a system, too.

And now you got it.

I want to know what it is.

Maybe it's genetics, huh?

(groaning in pain)

Now, I'm not upset
with you, Donald.

Losing a few guys
for a good system

like you got
is a fair trade.

So what is it?

You kill me...
and you'll never know.

(screaming)

(shrieking)

(Donald howling in agony)

(Donald sobbing)

Hey.

(whimpering)

You got nine more to go
before I even start

to think about killing you,
you lousy scumbag.

Get him out of here.

(Donald crying)

I don't believe it.

He promised
he wouldn't use it again.

Oh, my God.
Who's taken him?

Macklin.

Donald wanted to bankrupt him.

Why?

You see, my husband won big
the day he died,

and Macklin wouldn't pay up.

Donald blames Macklin
for his father's murder.

Okay, where can
we find Macklin?

He's got a club
down by the river.

I saw it
in the clippings.

Well, let's go.

Look, it's wasn't
Donald's fault.

It was the ring.

(door opening)

SPORTSCASTER:
And a nice straight left hand
to the body from DeBerge.

He's punching a little
more effectively

here in the third.
SPORTSCASTER 2:
That's right, Angelo.

Randy got off
to a bad start.

I think Tony Jones
surprised him

with that flurry
of jabs at the bell.

You're absolutely
right, Bob, and Jones

has got the reach on him,
too, a good seven inches.

Yeah, he's gonna force DeBerge
to have to go inside...

Bring him in here.

Up until now, he's been
too far away for the punches

he has landed
to have any effect.

Jones with a weak
right and a left,

enough to back DeBerge
away, but not

doing any real damage.

Both these fighters
are being cautious

in the early going.

Neither one
of them has gone...

I thought you might like

to watch somebody else
get beat up for a while.

Whoa, there's a wicked
right from DeBerge.

Jones comes back
with a left...

Who's gonna win, Donald?

Looks like he was just
testing the water.

You've got
to give Jones the points

on reach and strength,
but DeBerge is a...

(angrily):
I said, "Who's
gonna win?"

Now, Wren!

What do we do now?

I don't know yet.

(sighs)

They're ready
to start next door.

I'll be out there
in a minute.

Tell 'em to
go ahead.

I don't need the
round, Donald.

I just need
the winner.

Those of you
who remember

and have been
following his career

know he took a very
nasty head butt

from Pedro Hidalgo
last month...

The one in the white.

How do you know that?

I'm guessing.

That's all I do.

(horn beeps twice)

(taxi door opens)

Wait a minute,
Ryan, look.

RYAN:
That's Mrs. Wren.

What in the hell's
she doing here?

I don't know.

Let's try and get in
the back way-- come on.

LOUIS:
Hey, boss, we
got a visitor.

Ma?

MRS. WREN:
Donny.

Oh, my God.

(Mrs. Wren gasping)

I'm sorry if this
disturbs you,

but Donald has been very

uncooperative.

What have you
done to him?

Maybe if you'd talk
some sense into him,

we won't have
to do any more.

I gave you the winner, Macklin.

Oh, did you?

Oh, DeBerge lands
a crushing right!

Jones stumbles
back to the ropes.

DeBerge hammering
him with punches.

Jones falling back.

He's losing it.

Whoa!

That had to hurt!

Uh-oh, Jones
is in trouble.

DeBerge has him backed
into the corner.

Jones is going down.
I think that's...
(bell rings)

Get up, you slob.

(hissing):
Get up!

Not a very educated guess.

Go cut off his other thumb.

No!

No, please.

For God's sake, no!

I want to know
the system.

Tell him, Donald.
No, Ma.

If I tell him, he'll kill me.

Just like he killed Pop.

And if you don't,

I'll kill her.

No! No!

No!

(crowd clamoring in distance)

What the hell's
going on around here?

(whimpering)

(grunts)

(whimpers)

No, please, Louis!

You gonna tell us?

(whimpering)

(panting)

Let me go.

I can make us
a fortune. Hmm?

(panting)

This is all I got on me.

Hmm? Take it.

What do you think I am?

What's it going to be?

Another one of his fingers,

or the truth?

(sighs)

It's the ring.

(indistinct shouting
and whistling)

Hi.

I'm, uh, supposed
to meet somebody here.

Do you think
you could let me in?

(grunts)

You're getting
good at this.

I'm getting a lot
of practice.

That's it.

That's my system.

It'll give
you luck!

Try it on.

You expect me to believe
that some ring picks his bets?

(screaming)

(screaming continues
in distance)

Bring her
with you.

(screaming continues)

Oh!
Come on.

(yelling)

(grunting)

(crowd shouting
and whistling)

Oh, Donald, no.

(indistinct shouting
and whistling)

Damn.

There's a bare-knuckle fight.

A blond guy beats a black guy.

That's all I know, honest.

How do you know that?

I'm just telling you
who'll win.

That's what you wanted,
isn't it?

MRS. WREN:
He does it
with the ring.

Just put it on, you'll see.

Ah, geez, here they come.

(indistinct crowd shouting
and whistling)

MACKLIN:
Hey, where's Sammy?

Oh!

Oh!

Macklin's got the ring.

Hey, Sammy!

(crowd clamoring
in distance)

(crowd shouting and whistling)

(crowd shouting and whistling)

(blows landing)

(shouting
and whistling continue)

You ever seen
one of these
fights before?

No referee.

No bell.

They just fight
till somebody
falls down.

I don't know
how you knew
about this.

MACKLIN:
An awful lot of money
riding on this bout.

Told you the
blond guy'll win.

Now, let my
mother go.

Blond guy, huh?

(shouting and whistling)

MACKLIN:
I want to put a G note
on the blond.

I always knew
you had money to burn.

(whistling)

Kid was 20 to one.

Some guys get
all the luck.

Huh.

You did good, Donald.

Real good.

Come on
over here.

I want to talk to
you for a minute.

Bring Mom along.

MAN:
Keep going.

Keep going.
Right over here.

Go right out there.

This is nuts.

How are we gonna
get by this guy?

The fight's about to start.

Maybe that'll distract him.

I gave you a winner, Macklin.

(door closes)

You gonna let her go?

Pocket change.

You won me some pocket change.

Now, there's some
more fights tonight.

Lot of high rollers out there
with full pockets.

I want you to show me
how to empty 'em.

MRS. WREN:
All you have to do

is put on the ring.

Please.

Just do it and
let Donald go.

(laughs)

(Donald laughs)

(Macklin yells)

(laughing)

(yelling)

(laughing)

(grunting)

(yelling)

(fighter grunting,
crowd shouting)

Get ready.

(Donald laughing)

Donald, let
go of it.

There's no one
in our way now, Ma.

We can have anything we want.

Get rid of it
before it destroys us, too.

We'll be rich.

We can have it all!

Give it up!
Never.

Hi.

We were, uh...

(Ryan shouting)

(grunts)

(grunts)

I tried to make my husband
stop using the ring,

but I couldn't.

So you shot him.

I had no choice.

Just like I had
no choice with...

Shh, shh, shh.

This may not mean much,

but that ring will never
hurt anyone again.

Mrs. Wren, if there's anything
we can do...

Are you going
to tell the police?

Thank you.

(door bells jangling)