All language subtitles for The Spoils Before Dying s01e06 The Biscuit Eaters.eng

You made it. The final episode.

The thrilling end
to my lost masterpiece,

The Spoils Before Dying.

I'm Eric Jonrosh,
writer, musician, wino.

If you think tonight's
subject matter

is somewhat tame by today's
vulgar standards,

try and remember
I originally shot

The Spoils Before Dying in 1959.

Those were different days.

Jazz and art and sexual freedom
was under attack

from all powers.

Artists like Arthur Miller
and Tennessee Williams

made veiled attempts to speak
to the evil being done

to the human soul, but they
lacked the raw courage I had.

If Tennessee Williams
had written

what was really on his mind,

he would have been thrown out
the country, as was I.

I was exiled from
my own country.

I financed my movies
with my own money

and I went broke doing both.

Where am I now?
I can't find a job.

I can't shoot a commercial
in this town.

A commercial for cat food,
anything.

They won't let me touch
a camera.

But then,
perhaps they are right.

If they gave me
a cat food commercial,

I would turn it,
if not into a work of art,

then at least something
approximating

an illumination of
the human soul,

a reminder that life
is to be lived,

loved and enjoyed.

L'chaim! To life!

Is that what that means? Hmm.

Hey, PS: That's who I am.

(Rock voice-over)
My name is Rock Banyon,

and I have been
accused of murder.

For three days,
I've been looking

for a golden cigarette case
to clear my name.

Was it hidden in
an old tenor sax case?

Or was it in a sculpture
once owned by Adolf Hitler?

I found the saxophone.

Now all I needed
was that sculpture.

[gasps]

Salizar! What happened, buddy?

I don't know.

I came, maybe to find
my cigarette case.

Let me guess: a crazy doctor
stuck a long needle in you,

then off you went to
Looneyland without a map.

Yes again, my friend!
It was terrible.

- You're lucky to be alive.
- [groaning] Very lucky!

Salizar!

Do you have my cigarette case?

I don't figure you
into all this, Salizar.

It was a very special
cigarette case.

That case was very
important for our family.

It was made specially
for my grandmother

by the F.W. Woolworth Company.

F.W. Woolworth?

When my grandmother was dying,

I came to her and she handed me
the cigarette case and said,

"Salizar, you must guard it
with your life."

I didn't understand.

She told me it was a gift
from Mr. Woolworth himself.

From the F.W. Woolworth Company.

F.W. Woolworth gave your
grandmother a cigarette case?

Oh! No, of course not!

She slept with
an American businessman

and he gave a two dollar
cigarette case!

Oh.

And I lost it to Stygamian
in a poker game.

You weren't looking for what was
inside the cigarette case?

Inside? [laughs]

[gurgles]

But you knew the cost.
Why'd you care?

You live for the truth,
Rock Banyon.

I live for the lie.

Salizar!

[grunting]

Stay with me, Salizar.

Salizar! Salizar.

Farewell,

Salizar Vasquez Saint Germain
Vasquez Deleon.

(Rock voice-over) I felt bad
leaving the Mexican Salizar

dead in the casa of horrors,

but there wasn't much
I could do for him now.

But there was a hell of a lot
I could do for myself.

[whispering]
F... W... Woolworth...

Company!

(Rock voice-over) I raced up to my cabin
to meet up with Delores and Alistair.

I had the sculpture, and Delores
was bringing the saxophone case.

Who killed Fresno and Stygamian?

It wasn't me, I knew that.

Somewhere, hiding in that
sax case, or the sculpture,

was the identity
of the real killer.

Time was running out.

I sat down to read
the latest Eric Jonrosh novel

about two hippie bikers looking
for kicks in Mexico

called
The Spoils Over The Border.

Not his best,
but it passed the time

while I waited for
Delores and Alistair.

Brr! Baby, it's cold outside.

I dare say, old bean, you sure
know how to throw a party!

What's with all
the cloak and dagger business?

I was beginning to worry
about you two.

Did you bring
the saxophone case?

- Got it right here, Rock.
- Okay.

There's some biscuits on
the table if you're hungry.

Biscuits!

And a spot of brandy.
Don't mind if I do!

Hey, if we're gonna have
brandy and biscuits,

looks like we're
about to have...

(both) briscuits!

[harp and flute music]

Item number one:
Wardell's saxophone case.

Every saxophone player has
a hidden compartment.

He was supposed to deliver
something to Stygamian,

something he got paid
a lot of money for,

but Bebop stole the case,
hoping to cash in.

[speaks while mouth full]

Are you choking?

Here.

It's like a paste,
it turns into.

[swishes]

Bebop Jones.

Yeah.

Bebop got Wardell killed,

and then the killers
caught up to him.

Whatever's in this envelope,
a lot of people died for.

What is it, Rock? Open it!

Photographic negatives.

It's a group of naked men
in some sort of sexual activity.

This one's of
a famous American actor.

Is that a garden rake?

It's a whole bunch of actors,
politicians, novelists,

Olympic gold medalists,
the police commissioner?

These were taken in that secret
room under Stygamian's house.

They were blackmailing Stygamian
and his friends.

If these pictures got out,

it could ruin lives.

But why kill Stygamian?
Why not blackmail him?

Stygamian must've had something
dangerous on these blackmailers,

something more dangerous
than pictures.

Perhaps it's hiding in that
hunk of art over there.

Go, go.

[gears whir, latch unlocks]

Looky there!

Salizar was right.
It's a beauty!

I mean, for
a cheap cigarette case

of the F.W. Woolworth Company.

It's the Nazi swastika.

I mean, it predates
its usage in Hitler's Germany,

but it's known to mankind

as the tyrannical symbol

of repression and fear.

Open it, Rock.

Aw, that scotches it.

It's in German.
Anybody here speak German?

Let me take a crack at it.

Okay, uh,
"Eich... bein... herlacher."

Eich..bein... my bike...
her locker...

my bike and her locker...

Oh, who am I kidding?
I don't speak German!

I dare re-re-re-re-say
let me give it a crack.

Yes, it says,
"Friends of the Reich."

And then right here, it goes on
to list hundreds of names.

There's a section
called "Amerikaners".

It's a virtual Who's Who of
American leaders.

Senators, generals,
industrialists, tennis stars,

Errol Flynn...
The list goes on and on.

Isn't that the director

of the Federal Bureau of
Investigation?

"J. Edgar Hoover."

And there's a star
next to his name.

I can't ask you two to go
any further on this ride.

Well, I already bought
my ticket, Rock.

(Ed on megaphone)
You in the cabin!

Rock Banyon!

You have ten seconds
to come out,

or we start shooting.

Let's make a deal!

(Ed) No deal!

We want the book!

We should just
give them the book, Rock.

We give them this book
and we're all dead.

What's it going to be, Banyon?

No deal!

The book is my way out of here!

[gun shots]

Would this be
a bad time to mention

that I booked you at the
Western Sound Studios tonight

for a string section?

I didn't agree to
no string section.

[gun shots and breaking glass]

Rock! As your agent,

it's my duty to impress upon you

that doing a strings album won't
ruin your career as an artist.

In fact, more people than ever
will hear your music.

That's a sell out
and you know it.

[gun shots and breaking glass]

Look, Alistair, I don't
expect you to understand.

Most people wouldn't.

But when a man dedicates
himself to his art,

there's only one person
he has to answer to,

and that's himself.

And that's not pride,
It's not selfishness.

It's not arrogance.
It's a higher power.

It's a suicide pact
with the truth.

That's right, Alistair,
the truth.

Now for the last couple of days,
this town has shown me

men who are scared
to be who they are,

hiding in the shadows,
knowing only the twilight

because their truth is
too dangerous

for a world that
does not accept the truth.

The men in that German book,
the powerful Americans,

they secretly collaborated
with the Nazis,

and now they're among us,
ruling our lives

making sure we will never
know who we are,

making sure that we hide
in the shadows,

making sure that
we don't know our truth.

Guess what, though?

I'm a jazz musician,

and music is my truth!

It's the highest vibration.

It's freedom.

You put strings on my music

and you might as well put me
in the gas chamber.

Somebody's gotta fight.

Might as well be me.

[gun shots]

Ah!

Oh!

You pick up that gun
and you're dead!

I'm warning you.
I'm a crack shot!

How do you want to play it?

You tell your boss, Mr. Hoover,

I've got his book,
and if he wants it back,

he's gotta meet me at
Kenton Price's beach house.

I'll tell him.

You take care, now.

[car starts]

Bye, now.

Toodle-oo!

(Delores) Oh, Rock.

Can't we just go to
a part of the world

where no one ever goes?

You can play the piano and
I can make cakes and pies,

and sing a little,

and no one will ever find us.

What do you say?

Got 'em on the run, lover.

For the first time,
I'm calling the shots.

You two take
the back roads out of here.

I'll catch up with you later.

Where, Rock? Where?

I don't know, lover.
I don't know.

But I will.

I love you, Rock.

I don't know how or which or
when or where

or when it happened,
but I know that I do.

Save it, cupcake.

You save it for later.

We'll have all the time in
the world for lovemaking then.

All the time in the world?

And more.

(Rock voice-over) J. Edgar
Hoover killed Wilbur Stygamian.

He killed Fresno Foxglove
and Wardell, too.

All because they knew
he had been collaborating

with the Nazis during the war.

He thought he could push around
a bunch of homosexuals

the way he pushed everyone else.

But Wilbur Stygamian pushed back
with Hitler's secret book.

Hoover killed him
to get the book.

Now I had the book,

and it was my turn to push back.

Sit down, Mr. Banyon.

You've done your country
a great service.

I know who you are.

Yes. I am the boogey man,

J Edgar Hoover, and you have
something that belongs to me.

How do you figure that?

I made a trade for it
and I want it.

Stygamian's book, huh?

The one with your name in it?

Yes. I made a deal.

A trade for some photos I had.

Photos I believe you have seen.

Yeah, I seen 'em.

I was going to expose

the Hollywood homosexual
community to the world,

because it is my duty
as an American.

But Stygamian discovered you
were working with the Nazis.

Of course, I collaborated
with the Nazis.

Hitler was right.

The strongest societies are
built on fear and repression.

After the war, I cleaned up
Washington DC.

I kicked all the communists
and the homosexuals

out of our government.

Hollywood was next.

Don't you understand,
Mr. Banyon?

America can be strong
if it can be policed.

And who's policing you?

People who like
their jazz with strings?

Would it surprise you to hear
I like my jazz with strings?

[chuckles]

I want my book, Mr. Banyon.

While American GI's were
dying for this country,

you were helping Hitler.

I want that book!

You're never getting that book.

I want that book!

I'm not giving it to you.

You hand it over now.

I give you that book,

and there's no stopping you.

That book is the only thing
between you

and your twisted ambition.

I give you that book and
a lot of lives will be ruined.

I just can't let that happen.

Then I guess you'll have
to join your friend,

Fresno Foxglove.

[gunshots]

[two gun shots]
- Ah!

Good work, gentlemen.

You should clear out,
Mr. Hoover.

You can't be seen here.

I must leave at once.
Is he dead?

They don't come any deader.

That man has something of mine.

No time, sir.
You must leave now.

The book!

You don't want your name mixed
up in this, sir.

We'll take it from here.

[sirens wail]

- Don't delay.
- Skedaddle, sir.

I'm leaving.

It's an honor to
have met you, sir.

[sirens continue]

[Jazz music plays]

(Dizzy) Hey, Rock.

Remember, it's about
three things.

(all) Vibrations.

Vibrations.

Vibrations.

[dramatic music]

Did it work?

[chuckles]

He bought it, all right.

(Chip) He bought it.

Rock Banyon is dead.

And I can vouch for that.

(Biggs) You know
what this means, right?

No more jazz piano for you.

You're a whole new man, without
a country, without a name.

Why'd you do it?
Why'd you help me?

We knew Hoover was
behind the murders,

but we couldn't figure out why.

No one from the mayor down
would let us work on it,

so we used you.

Like an old pair of pants.

- Ah, the pants are back.
- So what do you do now?

Go after Hoover?

[scoffs], J. Edgar Hoover?

No. We are no heroes.

So why not just kill me?

Why not let me take
the fall for everything?

Frankly, I wanted to.
Thought about it a lot.

Still not against it,
but he wouldn't let me.

Why the soft spot?

(Chip) One simple reason.

No man should live in fear.

You... wouldn't happen
to be ho-mo-sexual, would you?

You take that back.

This is Chip Donwell
you're talking about,

a real man's man.

You have any idea how much time

this guy spends at
the health club?

Why, I've never seen him
with the same woman twice.

Out with the fellas,
he's the leader.

He's a real top bear.

Tell him, Chip.
Tell him you're not.

I think you'd better get going.

- [sighs]
- You'll need these.

- Also have these.
- Thank you, thank you.

Believe this belongs to you.

Guard it like your life
depended on it.

Who did it, Rock? Who killed me?

The world killed you.

The world always
kills the artist.

See you around, lover.

Good-bye.

[sniffles]

See you later, Rock.

Au revoir, Rock.

Think you can do it, Rock?

Think you can give up
the one thing you love most?

What makes you think I have?

Hey, Rock.

Now, go get her my man.

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