All language subtitles for Hart To Hart S05E02 Straight Through The Hart 1080p WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

This is my boss,

Jonathan hart,
a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.

She's one lady
who knows how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them,

which ain't easy,
'cause when they met...

It was murder.

[♪♪]

[Barks]

[♪♪]

[Argentinean folk music playing]

[Party chatter]

[Woman speaks
Spanish over radio]

[Party chatter continues]

Did you get it?

You're sweating.

A police car drove by.

Did it stop?

No, but that's not the point.

We're taking too many risks.

I do the work.

You sit in the car and wait.

And you're the one who sweats.

I could not face going to jail.

All right. All right, Jose.

Let's make this our
parting glory.

Want to see it?

It's exquisite. Yes, it is.

[Chuckles]

It will be more
exquisite when our contact in Los Angeles

give us a million
yankee dollars for it.

I'll take it.

[Engine starts]
California, here we come.

[Mallet thwacks]

Great.

Mr. H looks really
fantastic out there.

Yeah, doesn't he?

I mean his game.

Oh, of course his game.

[Chattering in Spanish]

Hey, I think the
opposition has arrived.

Oh.

The Argentine champions.

They don't look too
hard to beat.

[Scoffs] They didn't
look hard to beat last year,

and they tromped all over us.

Yay! [Laughs]

After watching Mr. H, I'm gonna bet
a few simoleons on Saturday's match.

Max! Polo's an amateur game.

You're not
supposed to bet on it.

But I know a guy.

[Chuckles]

[Jennifer] Oh! Very
well done. [Clapping]

Oh, thank you. [Grunts]

Thanks, Michelle.

[Sighs]

That is for skill and ingenuity.

Oh, yeah?

What's that for? [Chuckles]

Me. [Chuckles] [Chuckles]

Excuse me, Jonathan.

Oh, Jose. Excuse
the glove. Hello.

Remember my wife Jennifer? This is
Jose, the captain of the Argentinean team.

I remember Jose. And I remember
very well what you said last year.

What was that?
You said, "the American team was good,

but not as good
as we are." Oh, yes.

And I remember you
said, "wait till next year."

I think she wants to see
this championship ring on you, Jonathan.

I certainly do. [Laughs]

How about going up to the
club and having a cold drink? Oh, great.

That would be fine.
Jose, there's a couple

of new players I'd like
to have you to meet.

Uh, is, uh, Winston
Scott still on the team?

Oh, he's in Athens.

I think he's buying
another boat for his fleet.

Perhaps...

You all right, Jose?

[Sighs] Yes, I, uh...

I have a little
jet lag, I suppose.

Oh, well, I hope
you get some rest before tonight's gala.

I wouldn't miss
the chance to dance with you, senora.

Oh-ho. Thank you very much.

Uh, excuse
me, Jonathan? I, uh...

I have something for you.

Uh, please
regard this as a token of my affection

in honor of our
longstanding friendship.

One of your mallets?
A very special one.

It has, uh, been in
my family for many years.

It is, uh, the
one my father used

to help us win
the world cup in 1947.

Well, Jose, i... I appreciate this very
much, but, really, I... I can't accept it.

That belongs
in your family, Jose.

No, please. I, uh...

I beg you. I... [Chuckles]

I brought
it especially for you. To give to you.

I'm very honored, and
I, uh... I thank you.

Thank you.

Uh, come
to think of it, I, uh...

I must take a rain
check now on your hospitality. I, uh...

I have work to... to do.

I'll see you tonight. Thank you.

[Chattering]

First we have to decide whether or not
we're going to mount it under glass,

or sort of leave it au naturel.

Darling, pheasants
are mounted under glass.

Polo mallets are shellacked.

Oh.

Oh. That's a good
place for it. Right above the mantel.

I was saving
that place for a fish.

The last one you
caught would make a great bookmarker.

That's cute.

Max, right now we need some
suggestions on where to put the mallet.

Any ideas?

You really want me
to tell you where to put it?

In the hall
closet, way in the back.

Be serious, Max.

Mrs. H, these Argentine
guys beat us last year.

It's bad luck to
stick up their mallet.

Max, luck is not
going to determine the winner of the game.

No. But at five to one,
every little bit helps.

Well, look, we don't have to
decide where we're gonna put it right away.

We can go ahead
and have it mounted,

and then we can
figure out what we're going to do with it.

Yeah, I could take
it over to Eddie's place.

He was gonna do that
fish for you, Mr. H,

but he couldn't find
a case small enough.

[Laughter]

You two have your fun.

But someday,
I'm going to catch a fish

that's going to make
jaws look like a sardine.

Thank you. [Sighs]

Unfortunately, we
need to postpone delivery until tomorrow.

I don't deal in
last-minute changes.

I understand, and I'm sorry.

But, you see, we ran
the risk of losing the emerald altogether.

This is very good.

I can assure you,

you will have
the stone tomorrow.

Are you coming? Later.

Thanks again.

He must have run
into some problem.

If you ask me,
he is the problem.

What do you need him for?

You're the one
who takes the risks.

He's a liability.

Besides,

he doesn't have my charm.

Touché.

You and I can still do business.

It's always
business with you, isn't it, Fernando?

Not always.

You're slipping.
You've got 24 hours.

[Crowd chatter] [Light
dance music playing]

Thank you. Oh, thank you.

Good evening. Well...

Well, here's to
you for proving me wrong. About what?

Every time I don't think you
can look better, you always surprise me.

Oh, thank you.

You don't believe me?

It's him, I'm telling you.

The same man I
saw in Rome, in Paris, and in Buenos Aires.

He's been following
us around the world.

You're jumping at shadows.

[Scoffs]

And drinking too much.

You think I'm making this up?

That man is out to get us.

Perhaps you are too blinded by
our buyer to notice what happens.

Who do you think he is?

Police, insurance...

I don't know.

He's someone official.

You panicked and handed

a million-dollar emerald to Jonathan
hart.

I had to get rid of it.

Well, now you
have to get it back.

Well, I can't. Not yet.

I had to insist
he accept the mallet.

I'll think of something.

No.

You've done enough.

I'll think of something.

[Soft jazz playing]

Jonathan is a fortunate man.

Oh-ho-ho! Thank
you very much, Jose.

He'll even be more fortunate

when he wins that
ring from you on Saturday.

[Chuckles]

Well, if he does, he...

Huh?

He, uh...

He already possesses
the real prize.

Tsk! Jose, are
all argentineans that complimentary?

[Chuckles]

Fernando, do me a
favor, would you, please?

I'd be glad to.
Round up your team.

I'd like to introduce them to the rest of
our members.

Will be an honor. Thank you.

He's here! I saw him
just two minutes ago!

Where?

He disappeared.

I turn around...

I need a drink.

Not now. Hart's about
to introduce the team.

Oh.

For god's sake, wipe your face.

You look as if
you're in a sauna.

[Man] Ladies and gentlemen,

the captain of
the American team,

Jonathan hart. [Applause]

[Drum roll]

Ladies and gentlemen,

it is indeed our
pleasure to be your hosts this evening.

And for me, as captain
of the American team,

I have the
pleasant task of welcoming our visitors,

worthy world champions,

the national Polo
club of Argentina.

Jonathan, Jennifer,

distinguished hosts...

Uh, ladies and gentlemen...

Thank you.

Uh...

I, uh...

May I say,

on behalf of all of us,

uh, what an honor it is...

It is an honor to

be once more in your, uh, dis...

Your wonderful country.

We, uh... to meet old friends...

We look forward...

[Guests murmuring]

Something's happening...

[Grunts]

[Guests exclaim]

[Chattering]

[Jonathan] Thanks very much,
Doug. I appreciate the call. All right.

Bye-bye.

The preliminary report says
that he, uh, had a heart attack.

A man in his 30s?

An international sportsman in perfect
shape?

Doesn't make sense.

Well, what do you
two want for breakfast?

Oh, I don't care for
anything. Thanks, Max.

You gotta
eat. You got a big match coming up.

Maybe not.

It's up to the argentineans.

Maybe they'll postpone. [Telephone
rings]

Hart residence.

Uh, hold it, please.

Fernando alvera.

Okay, he's coming to the phone.

Yeah. Hello, Fernando.

Hi, Jonathan. Uh, the
team met this morning

and decided that Jose
would have wanted

the game to go on as scheduled.

Well, whatever you
think is best.

Is there any way I can help?

Uh, they picked me
to take over as captain.

And I would like to arrange
a practice, uh, session this morning.

No problem. Will you be there?

There are certain
rules I would like to discuss with you.

Questions
of interpretation. How about 11:00?

That'll be fine.

Thank you. And
bye-bye, Jonathan.

All arranged.

You'd better hope so.

All right, lieutenant. He's at the Polo
fields right now,

but I'll get word
to him right away.

[Horn honking]

Oh. Hi, darling. Hi!

[Jonathan] I thought you were
going to have lunch with Ginny?

I am. I'm on my way.

What a surprise. Mm!

Lieutenant
draper called before I left the house.

They've done an autopsy on Jose, and
there's some doubt

he may have
died of a heart attack.

They're doing some tests.

Well, what else could it be?

You know lieutenant draper.

He's not chatty
at the best of times.

I did feel

that he was trying
to hold something back.

Anyway, I just
wanted you to know.

Have a nice lunch.
You look beautiful.

Mmm. Thank you.

[Engine starts]

[Whinnies] [Groans]

[Groans]

You hurt? It's nothing serious.

It's my... my bad knee.

It seizes up regularly.
Let me give you a hand.

No, i-I'm fine.
I just need to rest

in a hot tub or something.

I'll be fine. Well,
you can stay here,

and my+gauchos+can
go over things with you.

Okay. I'll be okay.

All right, mister.

Let's see
how much you want to play this game.

Oh, boy!

[Brakes squealing]

[Horns honking] Thanks.

[Vehicle approaching]

Freeway, either you
help me with these groceries, or no dinner.

[Freeway barking]

[Telephone rings]

Hart residence.

Max, has Jonathan come home yet?

No, I don't think so.
Freeway and I just got in.

Is there anything wrong?

I'm not sure.

I'll be home in a little while.

Okay.

[Freeway growls]

[Barking]

What's with all this barking?

[Grunting]

[Barking continues]

[Groans]

[Knock on door]

Come in.

Hi. Hi.

How you feeling? Fine.

Well, you look
great. You really do.

We talked to your doctor.
He said you won't play the violin again.

The way that
guy messed up with my vocal chords,

I won't be singing no
opera, either.

We're glad you're all right.

Thanks. What did the cops get?

Well, apparently, the
man was a real pro.

He took out the alarm system, and he didn't
leave any prints.

What did he take?
The cézanne? The silver? Jewelry?

As far as we can tell, nothing.

Doesn't make any sense.

How long was I out? 20 minutes.

He could've cleaned us out.

None of it makes any sense, Max.

Jose was murdered. Murdered?

Yeah. The coroner's office called and
said there were

traces of poison
in his bloodstream.

I wonder if Jose's
murder, the break-in,

and that man that followed me were
connected somehow.

Well, you know how
lieutenant draper talks.

He has to have proof.
He has to check it out.

Talking about
checking out, I'd like to leave this joint.

Uh. Only when the
doctor says you can.

Why shouldn't he? I feel great.

On the other hand,
I still get dizzy now and then.

Oh, I almost forgot.

The mallet
will be ready the day after tomorrow.

I left the claim check
by the phone in the kitchen.

Thanks, Max.

Feel better, Max.

Take it easy with the
temperature.

Right.

Oh. [Door closes]

What do you need
the thermometer for?

My mom used to kiss
me on the forehead.

Oh...

That's the car that followed me.

Are you sure? I'm positive.

Are those the same plates?

The same plates,
same model, same color, same year.

And the same driver,
Mrs. Hart. Mr. Hart.

I'm listening. Let me explain.

If you'll reach
into my jacket pocket and take out my ID.

Uh, darling, I think
we ought to let him go.

I think we ought to
call the police.

He is the police.

Interpol.

Between the two of you, I
may have to consider another line of work.

You are quite
a driver, Mrs. Hart.

Thank you.

I didn't want to alarm you.

I just wanted
to talk to you when Jose wasn't around.

Maybe you'd
better fill in some of the gaps, inspector.

In the past year,
there have been major Jewel robberies

in London,
Paris, Hong Kong, and Buenos Aires.

In each case,

the Argentine Polo
team was in town at the time.

But why should you suspect Jose?

He gambled heavily, and he lost.

He had two houses, six servants,

a string of Polo ponies to feed,

and no income.

And Polo is not
a poor man's sport.

You do know
that he inherited his father's fortune?

Well, most of that had gone.

His creditors were
pounding on his door.

But that's no reason
to think him a criminal.

Somebody killed him

in a particularly nasty
and premeditated way.

That suggests he had a partner

who realized he was
very close to cracking,

and who decided it
might be safer to go it alone.

That's a very
interesting theory.

May I ask one question? Mm-hmm.

Why did you think
that my wife could help?

Forgive me, but the
way he was looking at you

when you were dancing
with him last night,

it occurred to
me that he might have confided in you.

Oh, he didn't say anything out of the
ordinary, as I recall.

Too bad.

I thought you
might be able to give me some lead.

But thank you anyhow.

Thank you very
much for your time.

Of course.

Uh, if anything occurs
to you, I can be reached at this number.

Oh, thank you.

If you ever want to give,
uh, driving lessons to our trainees,

[chuckles]
We would be very happy to have you.

Well, thank you very much, inspector, but
I think I've done the last of my wheelies.

Good night. Thank
you. Good night.

I just can't believe
Jose is a Jewel thief.

It's the partner
I'm worried about.

You mean, in case
he's on the team?

But that would mean that one of the
Polo players broke in here last night.

[Scoffs] But why?

[Gasps]

The mallet! The mallet!

It's not in here. Well,
it's not in here either.

Where did Max
take it? Eddie's place.

We
can get the address on the car phone.

[Tires screech]

[Car door opens, closes]

[Car door opens, closes]

He said he'd wait for
us, but it looks pretty dark.

[Scoffs]

We missed him.

Eddie?

Hello, Eddie?

Anybody here?

The lights are dead.

Let's hope Eddie isn't.

[Gasps] Jonathan!

[Grunting]

[Jonathan grunts]

[Blow lands]

[Fabric rips] Jonathan!

[Fabric rips]

Give me a hand.

[Grunting]

That was pretty good swordplay.

I don't know. It's all
pretty fishy to me.

A Polo mallet?

Whoever it was knew that Jose had
given me the mallet,

and they obviously
broke in here to steal it back.

How's Eddie?

He'll be all right.

Unfortunately,
he didn't see his attacker.

Neither did Max.

Neither did we.

I assume
he found the mallet there and ran off.

But thank you
for your cooperation.

Aren't you
gonna call lieutenant draper? What for?

Well, one consideration might be to
search the argentineans' hotel rooms.

He'll never get a warrant.

We do not have one
solid piece of evidence.

Besides, our man has probably
disposed of the emerald by now.

Well, thank you
again. Good night.

Always the
professional, Fernando.

You could
have brought the emerald with you.

Well, you
could have brought the cash with you.

[Chuckles] And
tempt the hotel maids?

When can you have it?

Tomorrow, after
you've won the game.

It was careless
of you to lose the ring.

Oh, yes, I know.

If Mr. Hart finds it,

you'll have to kill him
with your Latin charm.

[Whines, barks]

[Shushing]

Shhh.

Good boy.

Mm...

[Both chuckling]

It's time to wake up. [Groans]

I was awake
after the first kiss.

I've got something for you.

You do? Mm-hmm.

Breakfast. Oh!

[Yawns] Look out now.

Oh, breakfast!

Here. Ooh, lovely.

[Grunts] Thank you, darling.

[Yawns] Great.

Don't say
anything to Max, though. Oh, I won't.

You know how sensitive he gets when
somebody starts taking over his job.

Ah, Max. [Chuckles]

Tsk!

Max! What time is it?

Oh, about 11:00. I'm late.

I promised Max that
I'd make him two corned beef sandwiches

and take them to the hospital before
I went to the game.

Lots of mustard.

No. Mustard on one,
butter on the other.

Corned beef and butter?

Mary-Anne. Mary-Anne.

Mary-Anne, the nurse.

She likes
corned beef and butter.

Max said what she lacks in taste, she makes
up for in, uh,

bedside manner.

I tell you what we'll do. Uh,

I'll make the sandwiches and drop them
off at the hospital.

You go on to
the Polo fields, and I'll meet you there.

Okay? All right, darling.

Oh, good luck in the game.

Ah, thanks. [Chuckles]

Well, freeway, how
do you like your eggs?

Scrambled? Here. Come on.

That a boy.

[Applause]

[Announcer] Ladies
and gentlemen,

captain of the American
team, Jonathan hart,

and the captain
of the Argentinean team, Fernando alvera,

leading their teams
across the field

for this international match.

[Camera shutter clicking]

[People exclaiming]

They will play seven
chukkers, or periods,

of seven minutes each.

[Freeway whining]

[Barking]

Freeway...

[Barking, whining continue]

Oh, all right, freeway.
I'll give you a little...

[Barking]

What's that?

[Announcer] The
teams will switch ends after each goal.

For those
of you who are not familiar with Polo,

the game is believed to have originated
in the orient.

Some say it was
invented by the cavalry of genghis Khan.

[Chattering in Spanish]

Today it is a worldwide sport and an
olympic event.

Each team consists
of four riders.

The Argentine side includes
olympic medalist Carlos Garcia,

and international
stars Ricardo moreno

and Rafael Frederico Suarez.

[Players chattering]

[Chattering in Spanish]

[Chattering continues]

Play! And play has begun.

[Whistle blows] [Applause]

[Mallet thwacks]

[Mallets thwacking]

The Argentine
team on the attack.

Alvera has it.

It looks like he
has a breakaway.

He shoots again!

He shoots, and it's
a goal! [Applause]

A beautiful
goal! [Whistle blows]

Argentina opens the scoring.

And now we're five
and a half minutes into the second chukker.

Hart hits it hard near
the Argentine goal.

Riding hard.

He shoots. [Applause]

[Crowd cheering] A
perfect shot! Goal!

The American
captain, Jonathan hart,

levels the score at
one goal each.

Jonathan! Alvera's charging.

Oh,
he broke his mallet. [Whistle blows]

Time will be called while we have an
equipment change. Give me a number two.

[Mouthing words]

Jonathan!

Come on, hurry up.

Come on!

Freeway found this
by the refrigerator.

Whoever
hit Max is on that field.

Without it.

[Whistle blows]

And now play has commenced.

[Mallets thwacking]

It's all over, Fernando.

No more ring around the collar.

You are right,
Mr. Hart. It's all over!

[Whistle blows]

[Panting]

Someday, Mr. Hart.

Right. When
you get out of prison,

be sure and give us a ring.

[Exhales]

Ooh.

[Jonathan] I understand, Max,

but you are in
the hospital to rest.

Uh-huh.

Okay. Good night.

Sleep well. Yes, I'll tell her.

All right. Good
night. How is he?

He's now insisting on around-the-clock
nursing services.

Oh-ho, that sounds like him.

I'll say.

Ah! Darling? Mm-hmm?

Why don't you look
under your pillow?

Why, did the tooth
fairy leave me something?

Maybe.

Serious? Mm-hmm.

Oh... [Chuckling]

[Chuckling]

The championship
ring. You like it?

Ah, I love it. That's
very cute of you.

You do know
that, uh, officially, play was abandoned?

Of course.
But you would've won. I'm sure of it.

You think so? Mm-hmm.

Why don't you look
under your pillow?

Why, did the
tooth fairy bring me something, too?

Go ahead, take a look.

[Gasps]

Oh, you didn't!

[Chuckles] You like it?

Oh, it's beautiful!

I talked to the
owner in Buenos Aires.

The estrada emerald
is now the hart emerald.

Oh, darling, thank you.

Mm.

Shall we see
if it glows in the dark?

Mmm.

[Chuckling]

Oh, it's glowing.

Oh...