All language subtitles for The Streets of San Francisco s02e04 Before I Die.eng

Joey?

How'd you like to do me a favour?

You kidding? You know it.

You take care of this for me
till after the trial, okay?

You got it. Anything else?

Oh, no. Just put it in a safe place.

Sully will know where to pick it up
when I want it back.

Don't worry about a thing.

Whenever you're ready,
just ask for it and it's yours.

He's probably dumping
those collection books on Joey.

See if you can pick it up.

We get our hands on those books,
we got him nailed.

I'm gonna have to reload pretty soon.

Looks like action, Murray.
You getting it?

Yeah, yeah, I got it.

You get that briefcase
he was carrying?

Yeah, I zoomed right in on it.
That's the Academy Award shot, Dad.

He's running, John.

Inspector 73 to headquarters.

I'm operating a stakeout vehicle
and pursuing a felony suspect.

At the moment,
I'm heading south on Third from 20th.

Pursuing a turquoise coupe,

California licence
883-Ida-Nellie-Baker.

Request backup units.

Move it.

Hold on, Murray.

Get away from it!

He's gonna kill himself.

I gotta get him out of there!

- You can't, it's gonna blow!
- I've gotta get that briefcase!

No.

No, no.

Okay, all right,
so he got some evidence,

but that doesn't explain
all the craziness.

Does for me. Doesn't it for you?

No, not for a guy that's been
working on the job for 32 years.

I mean, I wouldn't call it
professional behaviour, that's all.

You know how long
he's working to drop Al Royce?

- Mike, I know.
- A year and a half.

One year and a half
watching a cobra like Royce lie,

buy, threaten his way
out of one charge after another.

You've always told me,
"If it doesn't fit, it wasn't a good collar."

Wrong. Dead wrong, buddy boy.

That bribery thing
with the liquor licence?

- Yeah.
- And the phoney pension fund?

And what about last summer?
That shylocking case they had on him.

Gold plated, wasn't it?

- Whatever happened to that one?
- What happened?

The witness took a cab.
You figure it out.

No, I'm just saying that an old
harness bull like John T. Connor,

he's gonna think about
what those things do to people.

How they feel about the law,
how they feel about him.

Mike.

You all set?

Sorry to hang you up.
Had to get an x-ray. Got a sore rib.

- Where you gave him the shoulder.
- It was you? Felt like Dick Butkus.

I see why you hang around
with him now.

That's it. He's the brains,
I'm just the muscle.

Mind if we push it?
I wanna get to the courthouse.

Hey, muscle,
you heard what the man said.

Let's get him to the courthouse.

Your obvious contempt
for these proceedings, Mr. Royce,

only demonstrates again
how lightly you regard the rules

the rest of us live by.

As a citizen of this community,
every instinct I have

is to let this case go to trial.

But I'm here as a judge, Mr. Capiello,
and in that capacity,

I have to tell you that I am no longer
moved by your promises

to present additional evidence.

I hope you suggest
to the district attorney

that in the future,
he waits until he has the evidence

before he decides to prosecute
this defendant again.

On the motion to dismiss, granted.

You mean if what was in that briefcase
hadn't have been burned...?

I don't know.

- What happened?
- I got clobbered. You heard him.

Look, I know what I heard,
I still wanna know what happened.

You didn't come through, Connor.
You're all mouth.

You shoot blanks.
What do you want me to tell you?

Listen, you got an indictment.

- You didn't get that on fairy tales.
- Who says I didn't? You?

What do you know? What makes you
think you even begin to know the bells

that go off in this town
every time you do your famous

"I've got Al Royce dead to rights"
number?

Hey, except for the fact that he did it.

Nobody flaked him, pal.

He's guilty.
Now, how about that for something?

Who's this?
Another one of our merry pranksters

from the police department?

Why don't you admit it, Capiello?
You blew it. You couldn't cut it.

You really wanna know?
I'll tell you what happened.

You came up
with enough solid evidence

to get a naughty boy
expelled from school.

Plus a lot of cheap talk about more.

And your timing, Connor,
your timing's terrific.

Just when everybody's making noises
about appointing a special prosecutor,

you walk in saying,
"Hey, look what I've got."

Okay, we took it to the grand jury,

we did our little tap dance
and here we are.

Now the case looks like
a grandstand play, Connor.

Politics. Maybe you could've
turned it serious,

and maybe I'm a jerk for believing
that you could do it, but you didn't.

That's the last time I go up against
Royce while some cop is out there

- barbecuing my case.
- Yeah, well, you got an indictment!

Come on, John.

He's just a wise guy.
He'll be glad-handing us like all--

Hey.

- Hey, hey, you all right?
- Yeah, yeah.

Just dizzy, that's all.

Guess that shot I took this morning
took more out of me than I thought.

- You sure?
- Yeah, yeah, all right.

Maybe.

Mr. Connor, what you have
is called an aneurysm.

Actually, that's a kind
of a little balloon

that sometimes occurs
when the wall of a blood vessel

becomes a little too thin.

A balloon? That bad, huh?

Well, it's not good.

I knew I shouldn't have come up here
for those x-rays.

- Well, what do we do about it?
- Well, there's an operation.

You know, the trouble is,

your little balloon should have been
taken out a long time ago.

It's quite advanced.

And it happens to be in a part
that is very difficult to get at.

Well, if you can't operate,
you can't operate.

I didn't say we couldn't operate.

Just trying to explain
the risks involved in your case.

You know, I showed this x-ray

to two of the very finest surgeons
in the business, Mr. Connor.

- And?
- Well, they didn't like the odds.

Well, what else is there?

I'm afraid
there's not a great deal more.

What are you trying to tell me,
doctor?

The likelihood is that that little balloon
I was telling you about,

sooner or later, will burst.

And what?

You die from it?

Yeah. Almost at once.

Oh, dear God.

Sooner or later, you said.

Well, it could be several months.

Look, the truth is,
it could happen almost any time.

Well, you were talking about
the operation. Now, I mean...

Well, if you were me, what would
you do? Would you take it?

Frankly, if it was me...

...I think I'd get the most
out of whatever time is left me.

Before I die.

Frankly, if it was me,

I think I'd get the most
out of whatever time is left me.

Hey. How about that, huh?
Come on, sweetheart.

Give me the ticket, will you?

Sully, you got about two hours.

Go over to the north side,
check out Spots 1 and 3.

- See what--
- Over here, Al.

Then he gets in his car
and he gets away.

And that's when I look
and see that Sully,

God rest him, had been shot.

Terrible thing.

I told them all this last night.

- You can't describe the car?
- No.

New, old, dark, light? Anything?

Sorry, I can't help you, lieutenant--

What'd you say
your name was again?

Stone.

Yeah, yeah, Stone, that's right.

Well, like I was saying, Lieutenant
Stone, I can't tell you a thing,

but I want you to know, and I want you
to tell the people downtown

that I really appreciate everything
you're trying to do.

We can't have people taking shots
at our most influential citizens.

Are you trying to tell me that this...?
This gunman was trying to kill me?

Yeah, it crossed my mind.

- But not yours?
- Not in a million years, no.

Well, just out of curiosity, you tell me
why your driver was carrying a gun?

Did he do that?

He had a holster.

Well, I heard
they didn't even find any gun.

Well, did you hear about
the two spent shells?

Two? Well, here I was,
ready to swear the guy only fired once.

He did.

They were different calibres.

That's what they mean when they say
eyewitness testimony's not reliable.

You know, you have enemies.
Who are they?

Me? I don't have any enemies.

I don't mean people
who hate your guts,

I mean people who wanna kill you.

As far as I know, I'm Mr. Loveable.

We'll let you know if we need you.

Yeah, beautiful, you do that.
I'll count on it.

- Did you give them the cop?
- I didn't give them anything.

That doesn't mean
I want them running around.

- Hey, Al, a cop?
- What's the matter?

Cops don't have accidents?

- What'd you say your name was?
- You liked that, didn't you?

Nothing like letting us know
what he thinks of us.

I'm not too choked up
about him either.

Lieutenant, professional detachment,
remember?

Yeah, I remember.

I'll tell you,
it's strange when you think about it.

You could argue
that who's ever gunning for Royce

is trying to do us a public service,
and we're trying to stop him.

Now you know what got John T.
so steamed up the other day.

Yeah. Now, wait a minute.
That's the guy we ought to talk to.

He'd know if Royce
crossed somebody, right?

No way.

No way? I thought you told me John T.
wrote the book on Royce.

He did. But he's not here
to read it to us.

Where is he?

Had to go to Portland.
Some kind of family emergency.

- He didn't leave a number?
- No, Shindler said he'd call

the minute he got there.
So far, nobody's heard from him.

Come on, come on, I got you.

Remember Yosemite, Ro?

Yeah. Every minute of it.

I loved that. You know, that's
the best time I ever had in my life.

Why didn't I know it then, huh?

Because it's not so,
that's how come.

- What's the matter, John?
- What? Nothing.

All I was saying was that
I had it good and I didn't know it.

- Now, what's wrong with that?
- Oh, no, come on.

- You're saying that you're sorry.
- No, I am not.

Or something. Yes, you are.
You don't owe me anything.

Look, you said, "Let's get married,"
and I said, "Great idea."

I knew what I was doing.

Yeah, and you knew what you were
doing when you walked out on me.

That's the smartest move
you ever made.

- Is that so?
- Yeah, that's so.

Come on. Don't hold it in.

Go on, say it.

You are something else, Ro.

You know, what I wanna tell you...

You know all the times that
I didn't show up and I didn't call you?

You know,
that had nothing to do with you.

Never another woman.

- Why?
- What do you mean?

Why are you telling me this now?

Oh, I don't know.
I just wanted to tell you.

Listen, I knew
there wasn't another woman.

I knew there was a job and me.
In that order.

I knew that.

Tell me.

Tell me, tell me, tell me.

Hey, hey, hey,
I gotta get back to work.

- I can't stay--
- No, come on, let's go up to my place.

- Let's go up.
- No, I tell you what.

I'll come by this evening for dinner,
we'll make an evening of it.

- No, let's go now.
- No, no, no.

I got something I've gotta do first.

Now, you stay right here
and I'll get the car.

- I'll go with you.
- You stay here.

I'll get the car. I'll be right back.

What's wrong?

Johnny!

John. Johnny.

- John.
- The car.

- Is the car gone?
- Yes. Yes. Are you all right?

Johnny, don't move.

Oh, God. Oh, God. John.

- I'm all right.
- Take it easy.

- I'll call an ambulance.
- I'm okay. No.

- But you've been hurt.
- Don't do anything.

You hear what I said?

I'm okay.

Let's see. I've got your name,
address, age, residency.

Now, have you ever committed
a felony?

No.

Any history of mental illness?

No.

That's a beauty, isn't it?

It's one of the most powerful
lightweight weapons made.

- How much is this again?
- Three hundred dollars, plus tax.

Yes, fine.
Give me a box of shells too.

You have to give Royce credit.
He can really turn them out in style.

I thought the Mad Russian there was
supposed to have retired and left town.

And there's Fast Freddie.

The one on the end there,
that's Mammalakis.

Numbers and prostitution.

He and Royce are supposed
to be having some kind of feud.

How bad?

I don't think anybody
will start shooting,

but you never know,
you know what I mean?

Old John T.'s gonna get pretty sore
if he finds out a young punk

put Royce away before he could.

He'll get over it.

Be like Ahab
finding out his white whale

got landed by somebody
in a fishing boat.

- That's bad.
- It's pretty bad, yeah.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute, can you stop that?

Yeah, here.

- What did you see?
- I'm not sure.

- Take it back the other way, will you?
- Okay, there you go.

Now, keep going.
Right there. You see him in the car?

No, you went too far.
Take it back the other way.

Freeze it.

- Right there.
- Hey, what's he doing there?

It's him. It's John T.

Thought you said
he was in Portland.

Somebody in the family was sick.
Is that it?

His sister. He called me on the phone,
he said he was at the airport.

- He had to get her in the hospital.
- Well, then he couldn't be there.

But he is.

- Try his number.
- Yeah.

Pretty good eye, buddy boy.

But right now
you wish I was nearsighted.

I don't know why
I didn't even see him there.

Because you were staked out on the
funeral, not some car down the block.

He isn't there.

Murray.

Hey.

What's this, a stakeout?

- How was Portland?
- It's all right for ducks.

- I'll take the fog over the rain anytime.
- Come off it, John.

You wanna tell me that wasn't you
sitting outside the church?

Well, yeah, that was me.
How'd you find out?

Well, it's kind of a long story,
you see.

But the punch line is I found out
about it along with half the department.

We were filming it, you know.

And later, I'm doing the blow-by-blow

and pointing out the celebrities,
and there's my partner.

Just sitting there
like he belonged there.

And I'm standing in the squad room
with my bare face hanging out,

trying to explain why I didn't know
anything about it.

That's it?
That's what you're steamed up about?

Yeah, I got a little frosty,

but that's not half
of what's bothering me right now.

You weren't even gonna tell me,
were you?

What's going on, John?

Well, maybe you better tell me.

I gotta check with you
before I do anything now?

I came back, I heard about the funeral
and I swung over to cover it, that's all.

Come on, man. It's me, remember?

You can do that number on somebody
else's head, but not on mine, all right?

Now, you went there alone
because you didn't want me there.

All I'm asking you is, why not?

This doesn't concern you, Murray.

Doesn't concern me?

Man, I stay alive
because I know what you do,

how you do it and when you do it.

I can't count on that,
I'm a dead man, John.

Now, you told me that
when I first walked into your office

and took off that blue shirt.

Before we even shook hands.

I think all these years...

...buys me a straight answer, John.

I never gave you anything
but a straight answer.

Now, this doesn't concern you.

What, you think I blew it with Royce?

Did I do something?
Drop the ball? What?

It's got nothing to do with you.

This is something I gotta do alone.

- That's the way you wanna leave it?
- That's the way I'd like you to leave it.

There's nobody else I'd buy that from.
You know that.

I'll be downtown.

I can't believe it.

Yeah, you look fine, Rosemary,
just fine.

Oh, Mike.

- It's been a long time.
- It sure has.

I don't know, you just never get to see
the people you wanna see

and see too much of the people
you don't wanna see.

True.

Besides, I didn't wanna
make John T. jealous.

- That'd be the day.
- Have you seen him recently?

You know, don't you, Mike?

I'll be outside if you need me.

All morning, I kept feeling like
I was the only one that knew that...

How much did he tell you?

He didn't wanna tell me at all.

I fixed dinner for him.

- This was last night?
- Yes, it was.

Well, what else happened
last night?

While I was cooking, you know,
he kept laughing and joking around.

But anybody who knows him
as well as I do

could tell that it wasn't natural.

And then later, he started to shake.
Shake.

You know, like he was cold.

He cried.

And I held him,
told him that I loved him.

Because he cried.

Because it's human to cry.

And it's human to share.

And that's when he told me
that he was going to die.

Now, wait a minute.

What's all this about dying?

- You didn't--?
- No, I didn't know.

I shouldn't have told you, Mike.

What's the matter with him?
Why is he going to die?

There's nothing you can do for him.
Just let him alone, please.

All right. It'll be all right.
I'll take you home.

No, I don't wanna go home.

- You're sure?
- Yes, I feel better here.

Mike, you came here
for some reason. Why?

What was it?

Well, I knew that he's been
acting funny lately.

I couldn't put my fingers on it,
I couldn't understand it, I--

Now I think I do. Oh, yes.

Excuse me,
but I'll keep in touch with you, Ro.

Johnny.

Hop out.

Grab a cab back to headquarters.

I don't know who's on duty,
but whoever it is,

tell them I want
a 24-hour surveillance on Royce.

- What?
- I'll fill you in later.

Oh, and listen, pass the word.

If anyone sees John T.,
tell them I wanna know about it.

Taxi.

Hello, John.

- Oh, hi, Mike. How are you?
- What is it, you're moving?

No, I'm just getting these clothes
down to the Goodwill.

You know how this stuff collects.

What can I do for you?

If it's about this morning,
I already talked with Murray.

I got up there and my sister
wasn't as bad off as they thought so.

You know, I got a nurse for her
and I shot on back here.

How about you, John?
How are you doing?

Oh, I'm fine, you know.
No complaints.

- Why? What do you mean?
- I mean, I just talked to Rosemary.

She told me you've got some
crazy idea you think you're dying.

Crazy idea, huh?

Well, it's a fact, Mike, and I know it.

What do you know?
Are you a doctor?

- I've been to a doctor.
- Well, get yourself a specialist.

I've been to specialists. What do you
think I am, a dummy, Mike?

Look, I appreciate
what you're saying...

...but this thing, no doubt about it.

I'm sorry, John.

You know, it's a funny thing.
When my father died, I remember,

worst part about it was getting
all his stuff cleared up afterwards.

You know, all the clothes and...

So I just thought
I'd get rid of these and...

And then maybe I'll go
and take that hunting trip.

The one I said I was always gonna
take, and I never did get around to it.

John.

John, I really came to ask you
about that shooting the other night.

- Royce's bodyguard.
- Oh, you on that, huh?

Butcher Sullivan?
Well, that could be almost anybody.

I figure the fellow was after Royce.
Sullivan got in the way.

- Yeah, that's possible.
- Where were you?

- Well, what kind of a question is that?
- A lousy one.

I hate it.

But I'm...

I'm still gonna have to check the slug
from your gun

against the one
they pulled out of Sullivan.

Hey, Mike.

That's right.

All right.

I took a shot at Royce. So what?
He's filth. He spits on the shield.

If I had time, Mike, I'd put him away,
but I don't.

- Somebody else will.
- Yeah, but I don't know that, see?

And I'm not gonna take the chance.
I'm gonna kill him.

Because the way I figure it,
that's the least I can do.

Now, like, who has nothing to lose?

Mike, it makes sense.

Come on. All you have to do
is say you didn't find me.

Then I'll do it, I'll turn myself in to you.
I swear I'll do that.

What do you say?

Don't make me answer that.

Yeah.

It's kind of stupid, isn't it?

You're a good cop, Mike.

Okay, let's say that it's true.

I'm not buying it,
but let's say that it is.

All I'm asking here is, let's not forget
about who the man is.

I mean, 32 years in the department.

Now, that should entitle him
to a little consideration.

Nobody likes it any more than you do,
Murray.

Oh, come on, Steve.
I know where you're at.

You're saying he's a rogue cop.

Forget about what might be going
through his mind.

Yeah, yesterday,
he was one of the boys,

one of the old-timers,
one of the best, right?

Today, you can't wait to crucify him.

Now, I didn't say that.

Well, what are you saying then?
You feeling sorry for Al Royce?

Well, I'm sorry too, man.

Everybody knows Al Royce
is a victim of his environment.

What do you wanna do? You wanna
issue Connor a hunting licence.

Did I miss something,
or was there an announcement

making us executioners,
and John T. Connor

gets to fire the first shot because of
his long devoted service or something?

Okay.

Okay, okay, now, okay.

What we've got to do is to find Royce
before Connor does.

And, Murray.

- I'm counting on your help.
- To save who? Royce or John?

Both.

The best thing any of us can do
for John T. is to find Royce

and get him undercover.

And Connor knows more about Royce
than we do, that's all.

Well, let's get going, huh?

- Look, Steve--
- Murray.

Murray, forget it.

There are just some things
you can't forget, you know?

I spent 12 years of my life
handcuffed to that guy.

You think he wants
to forget that too?

Maybe what he's doing now,
he doesn't want to rub off on you.

Come on.

Nobody home.

Suspect reported
leaving the Yacht Harbor

in a two-tone green Mustang.

Inspectors 8-1, 10-4.
Alert all units in the area.

Check, 8-1.

- Get out of there, John T.
- Okay. He's still looking.

- Where would he go next?
- Who knows?

All right, check the list again.

St. Francis Barber Shop, zero.

Nickey's Hideaway, zilch.

Zilch.

Continental Baths, nothing.

Betty 'O. Wonder what that is.

Waterfront Caf�, zero.

Say, there's a horse called Betty 'O,
isn't there? I'm sure there is.

Hey, yeah.
John T. told me that once.

- Royce is into that.
- What, he owns a horse?

Well, it's not anything big with him,
but it was something.

A piece. That's what he said.
He owns a piece.

This must be the name he told me.

Well, come on.

Betty 'O.

Betty 'O, Bay Meadows,
seventh race.

Come on, move it.

Ten-four. San Mateo Police
on the way.

- You're looking for Royce, right?
- That's the idea.

Guy downstairs said
I can get to the roof this way.

- What's going on?
- Oh, I'm just looking for a guy.

Thank you.

There's his car, Mike.

Ladies and gentlemen, the results
of the sixth race are official.

The winner, Number 4, Lucky Fellow,
with Jimmy Nukham up,

followed by Number 9, So Long.

The show horse, Number 6,
Riot Red.

Say.

- Where do the owners hang out?
- Clubhouse.

Or if they got a horse running,
down by the paddock.

Steve, take the paddock.

Say, where's the other fella?

Who? You mean the guy
that just came through here

- a couple of minutes ago?
- Yeah. What did he look like?

- About my age, grey hair.
- Which way did you say he went?

He went up to the roof.
That door right up there.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the horses are now entering the track

for the seventh race.

John.

Don't do it, John.

I gotta do it, Murray.

John.

What happened?

Did I get him?

Yeah.

You got him.

I'm sorry, John.

- Think I'll ride in with him.
- Sure.

- Look who takes the limo.
- So close.

Did it ever cross your mind?

What?

- Oh, nothing.
- No, go on.

- Go on.
- No, no, I was just curious.

Why? Did you think about it?

No, no. He's not immune,
he'll get his.

But what happened back there,

it really didn't have very much
to do with justice.

But had a hell of a lot to do
with the use of power.

A man and his gun.

It just isn't the answer.

Were you tempted?

Buddy boy...

...that's between me and John T.

- But you know what?
- What?

What Murray did is what I'd want you
to do if that had been me.

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