All language subtitles for The Fugitive - 2x29 - The Old Man Picked a Lemon.EN

What are you doing here?
The police, se�or.

No, don't do-
Don't do that!

A QM Production.

Starring David Janssen
as Dr. Richard Kimble.

falsely convicted
for the murder of his wife,

Freed him to hide
in lonely desperation,

Freed him to run
before the relentless pursuit

The guest stars
in tonight's story:

and Ben Piazza.

Please, Paco, in English.
I'm still a gringo.

Se�or Amo
is hurt very bad.

For the common laborer,
a haven of perpetual harvest.

For Richard Kimble,
a sanctuary.

But here, on this fertile land,

where the miracle of life
stands in rich abundance,

to its own purpose.

Jim.

We've sent for help, Lee.

Please don't try to talk.

You take care of him.

For me, Jim.

...good.

Lee!

Oh!
No, Flo,

Lee.
Se�ora, it does not help.

Take her to the house, Jim.

Come on.

Se�or Wallace,
I'm here to help you.

why don't you, uh, clean up
Mr. Hagerman's son's car?

He's coming home.
Sort of a welcome home gift.

Hello, Jim.

Tomorrow afternoon, 2:00.

We'd like to be present
if it's permissible.

She, uh, asked me to take charge
until everything got cleared,

It's fine, Jim.

by, uh, end of next week.

No.

After that, perhaps it is better
if we find work somewhere else.

You're quitting?

We have worked for Se�or Amo
for many years.

His son will not be easy
to help.

You've got something against
Blaine Hagerman.

Forget the old ones, huh?

this is no time
to hold a grudge.

There are
other workers.

If you're going to walk out.

We are too quick to turn our
back on the widow of Se�or Amo.

You forget quickly,
old man.

No, I don't forget.

that so inadequately
describe our feelings.

beloved and respected
as Se�or Amo by his employees,

a guardian of strength
to his friends and loved ones.

could we not pause
these final few moments...

Don't you think
it would be better

if I waited
back at the house, Blaine?

Oh, relax, baby.
This will only take a minute.

Give me the sack.

How's that?

Very touching.

Here,

to what was once
fallow and wasted soil,

came a man
of energy and vision.

He plowed and he planted,

and he brought forth

a great burst of life
to this land.

We, as his-

Now, as we prepare to bid
goodbye to Leland Hagerman,

friend, husband,

and father,

there is happiness
and contentment in our hearts,

for this man has earned
his place in heaven

in so short a time on earth.

Welcome him, O Lord.

Let him rest
in that glorious serenity,

which you so graciously
promise to us all

who someday will follow.

Okay.

Hold it.

Go ahead.

You're Jim Wallace,
right?

Yes. I, uh- I've been
waiting to talk to you.

I didn't think
you'd want to meet anyone

so soon after the,
uh, funeral.

On the contrary,
I want to know all my employees.

Well, at your convenience,
then we'll go over the topping

and root-cutting schedules,

since you aren't familiar
with them.

How long
have you been working here?

Three months.

Well, since I've, uh,

spent most of my life
in this, uh,

paradise,
I think you can trust me.

So if you'll leave
the schedules in the shop,

I'll look at them
when I get a chance.

Your, uh, father used
to go over the schedules

with the harvest foreman,
to work them out together.

Would you stop that?

So if you will leave
the schedules in the shop...?

Let's go.

Now, there's
a good-looking woman.

Ernesto,

is that what you like?

Cheapness?

My Carlina was not like that.

Good morning.

Morning, Jim.

I know that things
have fallen a little behind

in the last few days.

Don't worry about it.
We'll catch up.

Have you met Blaine yet?

Yes.

That's all? No reaction?

What kind of a reaction
would you like?

I'm sorry, Jim.

I know he's not
going to be winning

any love
and fellowship awards,

but he is Lee's son.

That means we both have
to give him a chance,

and then, if necessary,
another one.

Why do you
make it sound uphill?

It is.

Oh, he has some
of his father's traits,

but he has some traits
his father wouldn't have.

So, like it or lump it,
I've got to teach him

how to run this ranch.

An awful lot
of families

depend upon
the Hagerman payroll.

Flo-
What kind of traits, Flo?

Oh, Jim, he's my step-son,
not yours.

The last thing Lee said to me...

The last thing Lee said to me
was, "Please help my son. "

All right, I'm trying to help,
but somebody's gotta talk to me,

somebody's gotta
say something.

Let's start with
why everyone wanted to quit

when they knew
Blaine was coming back. Why?

All right.

There was a young Mexican girl,

Carlina Flores,
Raphael's daughter.

A year ago, she was riding
in a car with Blaine

and there was an accident,
and Carlina was killed.

At first,
they were holding Blaine

on reckless driving charges,

but Lee managed to smooth
things over with most people.

But he wasn't able to do so much
with the Mexican community.

There were some ugly rumors

that the accident
had been on purpose,

and pretty nasty threats.

So Lee sent Blaine to Europe
for a long trip,

to give time
for tempers to cool off.

Why would anyone think that
the accident was on purpose?

Well, as you must have noticed,
our prodigal likes his women.

And Carlina was also pregnant.

So now you're part
of the family, Jim.

Are you having trouble,
Se�or Blaine?

It's a shame.

Such a fine motor car.

What are you doing here,
Raphael?

Why, nothing,
Se�or Blaine.

We are employees.
We work in your groves.

Then why
aren't you working?

We are.

Carlos, show Se�or Blaine
how we are working.

You see?

We're grafting the young trees,
like your father told us.

But first we have to cut them.

There are no young trees
in this part of the grove.

Yes, you are right.

Only old trees

who cannot live in peace

because we take from them
all that is theirs.

It is a selfish way, don't you
think so, Se�or Blaine?

I-

Anything wrong?

No. Just a little,
uh, accident.

He's a lucky man
with accidents.

Yeah.

Well,
you've got work to do, uh,

Raphael, the west grove
needs picking.

Listen, Jim,
you're a busy man.

Forget about this.

We'll be happy
to help Se�or Blaine.

I'll take care of it.

Go on, get in the truck, Blaine.

La se�ora is-

La se�ora is lucky to have
a man like you working for her.

And so is he, my friend.

Blaine,

I'll have
one of the boys in the shop

get your car for you.

Thanks.

And you might ask them
to sew the seat.

The upholstery got torn.

Well, I think you ought to
stay out of the groves

for a while.

There's a lot of
equipment working.

You might, uh, run into
something accidentally.

Like some Chicanos
trying to stick a knife in me?

Well, don't press your luck.

I'd stay out of the groves
for a while.

You know something,
Wallace?

I've been home four days,

and you've managed to
get in my way most of them.

I was just trying to be helpful.

Boy Scouts are helpful.

You're trying to play
king of the mountain.

Well, the king is dead,

and it's time there were
some changes around here,

like around the ranch.

This has gotten
to be a very, uh,

expensive operation,

and since I have to
cut back on some salaries,

I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to let you go.

I'm sorry, Wallace.

I think you're making
a mistake, Blaine.

Uh, you stay out of this.

That's not gonna be easy,
since I'm still

the business manager
of this ranch.

Your father said that Jim could
stay on as long as he wanted.

Now, don't you think
your father's word

should be respected?

It's all right, Flo. I-

It's not all right at all.

I think it's time
we cleared the air here.

I think the air is pretty clear.

Hadn't you better
read the will?

This ranch belongs to me.

Your father wrote a codicil
to the will after your, um,

difficulty last year.

Counting the new land gifts
to the Mexican families,

and a revised share for me,
you own roughly 50 percent.

That's not even
a majority vote.

You didn't waste any time,
did you?

It was your father's decision
to change the will, not mine.

Is that why
you keep him around?

A wealthy widow
can afford

to make her old age
more comfortable.

Jim.

There's some, uh,
work schedules in the study

I'd like go over
with you.

Oh, uh, Blaine?

Mr. Wells
at the bank called.

He told me about
your wanting to sell the ranch

for a housing development.

I told him I didn't think
it was a good idea.

In case I need flying lessons,
where does she keep her broom?

What are you doing here?

Your room got stuffy.

Besides, I thought you were
gonna show me a good time.

I am, baby, I am.

So comb your hair
and make yourself pretty.

We're going to Los Angeles,
and I'm gonna show you

how the big boys
win an argument.

When did you check in?

I'm a houseguest.

You know, I figured that out
all by myself.

Now, don't get steamed up,
honey.

I'm checking out today.

That's nice.

Blaine, I'd like
to talk to you.

Come in.
Please, come in.

I just ran into one of your,
uh, playmates in the hall.

Now, what you do
is your own business.

When you do it in this house,
it's mine.

I would appreciate your finding
other accommodations

for your,
uh, houseguests.

I'm sorry, Flo,
I thought she left last night.

Would you care
for some coffee?

No, thank you.

I have breakfast waiting for me
in the kitchen.

Would you care
for something to, uh,

read with your breakfast?

What is it?

I'd say it's a very
well-kept secret.

You see? It's marked

"Confidential:
Apex Detective Service. "

Go ahead, take a look.
I won't tell a soul.

It came last night.
All the way from Miami Beach.

It must have
cost a lot of money.

I paid a bonus,
as a matter of fact.

But look at
the bonus I got.

You didn't read it all.

I know what it says.

Then, uh,

let's talk business,

business manager.

A report like that

could singe a lot of
pious eyebrows around here.

What do you want?

Ten thousand for your share,

and you get out.

Half an acre of this land
would bring twice that

in the open market.

But this is a private,
family transaction.

What if I refuse?

There's a lawyer in L.A.

who thinks I have a pretty good
case on moral grounds.

You know, purple lady entices
wealthy old man into marriage

to get his estate.

Blaine,

what ever happened to you?

I'll check
the storeroom.

We, uh, lost a hydraulic hose
off the tractor.

Any inside?
I think so.

Right back there on the shelf.
Good.

What are you doing?

Moving.

You mean, out of the office?

Out of town.

Flo, uh,

is something the matter?

Oh, yes,
there's something the matter.

Blaine's kicking me
off the ranch.

It's all part of the game of
How to Hate Your Stepmother.

You know, uh,

I'm still a good listener.

Blaine hired
a private detective agency

to dig up
some dirt on me.

You may as well hear
the straight version,

instead of the way
Blaine will tell it.

Did Lee ever tell you
where we met?

No.

It was in a bar
on Collins Avenue

in Miami Beach,
eight years ago.

He was on vacation,
big citrus king from California.

You see, he got ahold of
my telephone number.

It was available.

He was lonely.

We went around together
for a week,

just enjoyed
each other's company.

Then the time came
to say goodbye.

You know what he did?

He asked me to marry him,
and I grabbed the chance.

Sure, I didn't love him then,

but that's not the way
it turned out.

Blaine doesn't know that.

Nobody really knows what goes on
between two people, do they?

So, what did the, uh,

private detectives
come up with?

Oh, what I was.

Record of arrests,

statements from,
uh, heh,

former clients.

Oh, a lot of
seamy little facts

that a lawyer
could, uh-

Boy, they could make
sound like

all the original sins
of the world.

Maybe he's bluffing.

No.

No, he's willing to use anything
against me in this lawsuit

to force me out-

Ha-ha.
-on moral grounds.

Well, Flo, what are you
gonna do? Just give up?

What choice do I have?

He's willing
to smear his father's name

just to get back at me.

I can't let him do that.

Are you worried about Lee,

or about what other people
will say about you?

Well, in my former profession,

well, you're supposed to acquire
a pretty thick skin.

Flo,

give, um-

Give Lee's friends
a chance.

They're not sitting
in judgment over his grave.

As for the rest of the people,
what do you care?

You don't know Blaine.

He's vicious and clever.

What can I do?

Fight it, fight him.

It won't be very pleasant

when the newspapers
get hold of that report.

No, it won't.

If only I had
someone on my side at the trial

who could testify about me.

Flo, I'll, uh-

I'll do anything I can to help,

but I can't go to a trial.

There'll be publicity
and pictures.

That night that Paco found you
hiding in the garage...

And later,
those radio reports.

An escaped fugitive
from Los Angeles.

Is that why you're afraid
of pictures, Jim?

You never asked me before.

I've always been
grateful for that.

And I won't ask now.

Forget I said anything.

Excuse me.

I was looking for some wire.

The, uh, tailpipe
is loose on my car.

There's a roll of wire
in the tool shed.

The mechanic
always keeps it there.

Thanks.

Have you been
working here long?

I've been working here all day,
but I get off at 5:00.

That's early.

Well. I was
getting lonesome, lover.

Yeah, I see you were.

Well, where's the wire?

Are we gonna have to
listen to that muffler

bang on the ground
all the way back to town?

Sorry, baby, we're not going
back to town just yet.

So, uh, get out
and stretch your pretty legs.

I got something to do.

Hey, you.
Uh, where's Paco?

I saw him carrying wood
to the garage, Se�or Blaine.

We're never gonna get
a party started this way.

Oh, uh, excuse me.

Are you, uh, Mexican?

All the way.

Uh, well, tell me, uh,

how do I say in Mexican,
uh, "You'll be sorry"?

Or maybe it should be,
uh, "Who cares?"

Se�or Blaine.

Hello, Paco.

I'd like to ask you
some questions.

It was an accident.

The knife slipped from my hand
and cut into the seat.

You don't like me very much,
do you, Paco?

You are Se�or Amo's son,

and I must show respect
and obedience.

Very good, Paco.

And I will expect your obedience
in answering my questions.

Um, tell me about
Mr. Wallace,

when he first came
to the ranch.

I know nothing, se�or.

Well, didn't you find him
hiding here in the garage?

I-I don't remember.

Why was he hiding, Paco?

Hm, why?

You know what this is,
Paco?

S�, se�or.
It is for cracking nuts.

You know, when I was in
Hong Kong last month,

I saw something
very much like this.

Only it was called
a thumbscrew.

Have you ever heard of one?

Hm?

Well, it works,

uh, very much like this,

only...

instead of
putting a walnut in,

you put in
somebody's thumb.

Ahem. And then, uh,

you turn the handle.

It's very painful, Paco.

I-I came to the garage
for some tools and he was here,

wounded, with a bullet
in his leg.

Se�or Amo said
I must never tell anyone,

or Se�or Wallace
would get into trouble.

What kind of trouble, Paco?

Por favor,
do not tell the police.

Se�or Wallace is my friend.

Here, try it on all
your dirty little amigos.

Operator, get me
the sheriff's station.

Thank you for the, uh,
pep talk, Jim,

and for the soft shoulder.
I needed both.

I wish I could do more.

Well, of course,
you could reconsider and stay.

Blaine might have heard
more than we thought.

If he starts
asking questions, then...

That's all I know, sheriff.

His name's Wallace
and he had a bullet in his leg

when he came here
three months ago.

Oh, just a minute,
Mr. Hagerman.

We get any reports
of a gunshot wound

out at the Hagerman ranch
about three months ago, Bill?

No, I don't remember any.

I'll tell you what,
Mr. Hagerman.

See if you can keep
this Wallace fellow handy.

We'll come out
and talk to him.

He'll be here. Don't worry.

We'll be there
in about 20 minutes.

Thank you.

Tell Johnny to bring
the car around front.

Oh, and see if you can find
a couple of sacks.

Well,
the lemons are ripe.

I'll get my clothes together
and be on my way.

Well, at least
stay the night.

You worked hard all day,
you need rest.

I'll be all right.

What are you gonna do, Flo?

I plan to live on this ranch
a long time, Jim,

if that's what you mean.
Wait a minute.

Lee always insisted on adding
a bonus to the paycheck

when a good man left.

So take this.

Don't give me argument.

Thanks, Flo.

You better go now before
Blaine comes poking around.

That's no way to talk about
your devoted stepson, Flo.

Going someplace,
Wallace?

The tractor
needs some parts.

Jim was just going
to town to get them.

This late?
It's almost 5.

The store is open
until 9.

Oh, that's right.

I forgot.

Uh, Wallace,

I'd like
to talk to you.

It won't take long.

Sure. What did
you have in mind?

Uh, I've been
thinking things over.

Uh, I made a mistake.

You are a good man
to have around.

How would you like to take over
as permanent foreman?

Uh, well,
I appreciate the offer.

Then, uh,
maybe we could discuss

those schedules
that you mentioned.

Well, sure, uh-

But I, uh, would like
to get into town

and get those tractor parts.

Oh, the tractor's
not that important.

It could wait.

Uh, I would really rather
discuss those schedules now,

unless, of course,

you have something
more important to do, then...

No, nothing more
important.

Good.

Uh, no, thank you.

Flo?
No, thank you.

What are you trying to do,
Blaine?

What if he doesn't want
the job?

That's a little strange
coming from you, Flo.

You've been his
most loyal booster.

And rightly so.

Wallace,

you, uh,

give me the impression

that you're the kind of man
who thrives on responsibility.

Now, I need somebody
around here like that.

I need somebody who can, uh,

keep the workers in line.

Papa?

Yes, Paco?

I think I have
done something very bad.

Mm-hm?

I told Se�or Blaine
about finding Se�or Wallace

in the garage that night.

Why, Paco?

He made me.

He touched you?

No, but I think
he was going to hurt me.

But I asked him
not to tell the police,

like we promised Se�or Amo.

When did you do this?

When I was putting the walnuts
in the garage.

You are right, Paco.

It is very bad
what you have done.

Paco,

where is Se�or Wallace?

In the house with la se�ora.

Quick, tell him
the police are coming.

Pronto!

Come on, stop it.

Come on, how about
a little kiss?

Come on, come on.

Se�or Wallace.

Where is Se�or Wallace?
What are you doing here?

The police, se�or.
Get out of here.

The police are coming!

Blaine, Blaine.

Jim, go through
the grove, hurry!

Blaine.

Blaine.

Blaine, what
are you doing?

No, don't you-
Don't do that!

Maybe we'll see you around again
sometime, huh?

Yeah.

Uh, if you guys
are going into town, uh,

maybe you got room up front
for a live one, huh?

There's not
a sign of him anywhere.

Well, we'd better get out
a bulletin on him.

Well, maybe Johnny made out
better than I did.

He took that Raphael Flores
fellow into town.

You keep checking the grounds,
and he'll be back to pick us up.

Sheriff, Raphael Flores
was on this ranch

when my husband
first came here.

He's not a criminal.

Well, he'll get
a fair trial, Mrs. Hagerman.

Oh, uh, if that Wallace fellow
shows up again,

you call me, all right?

Yes.

Yes, I'll do that.

Please, come in, all of you,

and let me make you
some coffee.

This is your home too.

Death brings with it
a jolting shock of reality.

No man can live or die
in this world

without in some way
affecting the lives of others.

Richard Kimble flees
the aftermath of tragedy.

A tragedy of which
he was not the maker,

but of which
he will share the guilt.

This is the burden
of a fugitive.