All language subtitles for Hart to Hart S03E05 Murder Up Their Sleeve WEB x264 [i_c]

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.

Any more questions, gentlemen?

Just, uh, one or two more,
if you don't mind, Mr. Hart.

No, go right ahead.

But the FBI would like to
thank you for all your help.

It's been my pleasure.

You know, you were lucky.

You got wise to Simon Brewster

before he took your
company for a ride.

Well, it wasn't too difficult.

What he was selling
seemed crooked.

It was.

His stock certificates
were made out of thin air.

He swindled people
out of millions.

They're always looking
for something for nothing.

That little fault
of human nature

is what every con man relies on.

Are you having any
luck in finding Brewster?

We're still looking. He
may be in South America.

You, uh, realize
that he threatened

to come back and
get you, Mr. Hart?

Well, I've been
threatened before.

It, um, goes with the territory.

Uh, my agency's looking too.

You're not with the FBI?

Oh, no, I'm with the
Internal Revenue Service.

Uh, by the way, uh,

there are a few deductions
you took last year

that I wanted to ask you about.

That's just a little IRS joke.

Hello. JENNIFER: Darling?

Oh, hi, darling. How are you?

How's it going?

Well, it's coming
along, but slowly.

Remind me never to accept

any last-minute magazine
assignments again.

Oh, darling,

we're not gonna be
able to make that benefit.

I've given Max the invitations.

He's delighted. He
loves magic shows.

Oh, well, that's great.

I'll be home in
a bit, all right?

Bye-bye. Okay. Bye-bye. Mwah.

Excuse me, Mrs. H,

but is there anything
you want before I go?

I don't think so, Max.

Well, don't you look smashing?

I'd better.

It isn't every day
that I get a chance

to see Marcus The Magnificent.

He's supposed to be
one of the best magicians

since Houdini.

Marlene and I are looking
forward to this show.

Marlene?

I don't seem to
recall a Marlene.

I just met her.

That must be her now.

She's picking you up?

She's a very modern lady.

And that's the way I like 'em.

Oh.

Have a nice time.

Thank you. Good night.

Good evening, welcome
to the Magic Palace.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

For my next little
swindle... Uh, miracle.

I would like to show you

a common ordinary
piece of window glass

and a solid iron nail.

Madam.

Ain't this something?

May I see your
invitation, sir, please?

Sure.

Here.

Thank you, Mr. Hart.

Mrs. Hart.

Hey, wait a minute. I ain't...

If they think we're the Harts,
maybe we'll get better service.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

Marcus The Magnificent
and his assistant, Vickie.

Oh, boy, this is gonna be great.

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

I'm Marcus The Magnificent.

Something you'll remember
the longest day you live.

Hup!

Ain't he fantastic?

For my next
illusion, I would like

to request the
help of a volunteer.

And for this, my
assistant Vickie

will escort a volunteer
from the audience.

Why don't you volunteer?

Listen, I learned one
thing in the service.

Never volunteer for nothing.

Would you?

Who me? No, thanks.

Oh, sure, come on. Come on.

Step right up,
sir, don't be shy.

I think the gentleman
needs a little encouragement.

You seem rather uncomfortable.

Yeah, I am, a little.

May I light your cigar for you?

Oh, no. No, thanks.

Uh, perhaps you'd
rather be somewhere else.

I would.

Then I'll not keep you

a second longer than necessary.

Would you step into
the booth, if you please.

Sit down, be comfortable.

Because you're about
to go on a wonderful trip.

Now wave goodbye.

Can you hear me in
there? Knock if you can.

Now...

Well, I'll be.

Obviously a man of wealth.

May we give a big
hand to a good sport,

wherever he may be.

Who are you?

You're not Jonathan Hart.

True, true and true.

This is the wrong man.

He had the Harts' invitation.

Who is he?

The Harts' chauffeur, Max.

I'll get rid of him.

No.

Not until he outlives
his usefulness.

Oh, excuse me, sir,
have you seen my date?

He was the man the
magician made disappear.

Personally, I
think he overdid it.

Oh, yes.

I believe he left
shortly afterwards,

via the stage door.

May I get your coat?

Yes, thank you.

Max, if I ever see
you, I will kill you.

Any luck?

Zero. No one seems
to know where Max is.

You don't think anything
happened to him, do you?

Like an accident or
something? Well, let's hope not.

What's that?

This is Max's little black book.

Do you happen to remember

the name of Max's
date last night?

Marlene.

Marlene.

Do you think we ought to?

It's the only
thing I know to try.

There sure are a lot
of Marlenes in here.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

No wonder our cars
have been running so well.

Hey, buddy.

Buddy?

It's Ms. Buddy.

Just a second.

Give me your hand, will you?

Ace?

Marlene?

Yeah.

I'm Jonathan Hart.

This is my wife, Jennifer.

We're friends of Max's.

Well, let me tell you, no friend
of Max's is a friend of mine.

I've never been so
humiliated in all my life.

What happened?

The creep walked right out
on me in the middle of our date.

Doesn't sound like Max.

Well, maybe being the star of
a magic show went to his head.

The star of a magic show?

Yeah.

He got right up on the stage and did a
disappearing act with Marcus, the magician.

What kind of a disappearing act?

Well, he got this box,
and then Marcus sort of

waved the wand a couple of times,
and presto, you know, just this cigar.

Then he did a disappearing act on me.

He never came back?

Right out the stage door, Johnny.

He didn't come home last night.

Well, maybe he found
some showgirl backstage.

Marlene, we think that
something has happened to Max.

Now, can you think of anything
else that happened last night?

See, I don't know.

Oh.

When we arrived, they
called us Mr. and Mrs. Hart.

Well, that's because I
gave him our invitation.

Gee, if he didn't split on me
for somebody else, and he

didn't come home last night, I
wonder what happened to him.

I don't know.

But it wasn't magic.

Thanks a lot.

[music playing].

[music playing].

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[music playing]

Hello?

Hello?

[music playing]

[explosion]

Mr. and Mrs. Hart.

I'm Marcus.

May I help you?

I hope so.

By the way, that was quite
a spectacular entrance.

Forgive the theatrics.

Force of habit.

Now, how may I help you?

A friend of ours
disappeared here last night.

His first name is Max.

He's about six feet tall.

Kind of a husky voice.

Wearing a black tuxedo.

And a red carnation in his lapel.

That's right.

Yes, in fact, he did help
me in one of my illusions.

One I think that you would
be rather interested in.

Would you join me, please?

Your friend disappeared in an enclosure.

Well, not unlike this one.

Ah, but I digress.

Yes, you do.

All we wanted to know was
what time Max left here last night.

Hmm.

Well, I'm not exactly certain.

However, why don't I ask him?

Now, if you would be so
kind as to count to three.

One, two, three.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING].

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING].

[MUSIC PLAYING]

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[MUSIC PLAYING]

Interesting illusion.

The end somewhat different, however,
than when I performed it with your friend.

Are you out of your mind?

Why, you were never in
danger at any time, Mr. Hart.

I wish someone would
have told that to the tiger.

He wouldn't bite anyone, unless provoked.

What happened to Max
after the trick was finished?

He was led backstage.

Then what happened?

Then he left by the stage door over there.

About what time was that?

About 11 o'clock.

Don't you think it's strange that
Max left and didn't return to his table?

It did seem rather odd.

Excuse me.

There's a phone call for Mr. Hart.

It's the police.

Lieutenant Gray.

There's a telephone by the bar, Mr. Hart.

Thanks.

Why would the police be
calling here for Mr. Hart?

We told them we'd be here.

They're checking the hospitals
and accident reports for Max.

I see.

Well, if there's nothing
more that I can do for

you, Mrs. Hart, I do
have a rather busy day.

I wish you luck in finding your friend.

I certainly hope that
he reappears magically.

Lieutenant Gray said that they haven't
found anybody of Max's description.

Well, at least he wasn't in an accident.

Darling.

What did you think of Marcus?

I didn't like him or his old black magic.

(dramatic music)

(upbeat music).

- Here's your lunch.

- Well, thanks, Aang.

I'm hungry.

- What's going on here, anyway?

- I can't tell you.

- Who do I have to talk
to to get out of this joint?

- Not me.

Look, mister, I'm really sorry
you're caught up in this mess.

- You ain't the only one who's sorry.

- Hey, I see you found the prop box.

Learn any new tricks?

- The only trick I wanna
learn is how to fly this coop.

Here, try this one.

Four ropes, right?

Watch.

Ta-da, it's magic.

- Hey, that ain't bad.

You're a pretty good magician.

- Thanks.

Having a trick rope helps.

Look...

I don't like any of this.

I never would've gone
along with him if I had known.

- How did you ever get
mixed up with these bums?

They're dangerous.

- Money, a lot of money.

I just didn't know how far they'd go.

Believe me, I don't want you to get hurt.

- But they will, you know that.

And that won't be the end of it.

Look, Vicky, take my advice, get out of it.

Take whatever rap you got coming
to you and get out of it, capisce?

(dramatic music)

- Right.

I understand.

Well, anything you could do to help
us out, we'd certainly appreciate it.

Thank you, bye.

- What did he say?

- He said that even
though it's only been a

day, that he's gonna
pull a couple of strings

and send out a missing
persons report on Max.

- Oh, thank goodness.

(phone ringing)

Maybe it's the prodigal
son announcing his return.

- Wouldn't that be great?

Hello?

- Listen, I know where Max is.

I wanna help, but they can't
find out he told you, okay?

Hello, are you still there?

- Who is this?

- I can't talk here, can you meet me?

- Of course, where?

- At 11th and Santee.

A friend of mine has a place
there in say, a half an hour.

- Why Max?

- Listen, it was you they wanted
and if they get you, they'll kill you.

Max is a really nice man and I wanna help.

So meet me, but no police, understand?

- Anything you want.

- In a half hour.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- Hello, anyone here?

(footsteps)

- Well, they're not exactly
doing a land office business.

- Maybe they ought to pull
a few customers out of a hat.

(dramatic music)

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(sound of something falling)

- What was that?

- I don't know, but I'll check it out.

You wait here.

(tense music).

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- Jonathan!

(dramatic music)

Jonathan!

Jonathan!

(dramatic music).

(dramatic music)

- Watch out!

(dramatic music)

- Grab those balls.

Put them in there.

(dramatic music)

Get the other one.

(dramatic music)

- Well, that certainly put
him beyond the eight ball.

- Darling, come here.

Look.

- Well, they're very nice, darling,
but I don't think they go with our decor.

- No, no, no, there was a dead
body in the baby bear's chair.

Just a minute ago.

(dramatic music)

- I hope we have more
luck with your friend,

the professor, than we
did with Lieutenant Gray.

- Well, they couldn't
find the body, darling.

There wasn't any evidence.

They didn't have much to go on.

Oh, there's Elliot.

(dramatic music).

(dramatic music)

- Elliot.

- Well, Jonathan Hart.

What a surprise.

- I don't believe you've
ever met my wife, Jennifer.

- Beautiful woman needs no introduction.

- Oh.

- My dear.

- Oh, what?

- I'm sorry, my dear.

- Oh, look at that.

Once a magician, always
a magician, I'm afraid.

It is a bird, isn't it?

Bye-bye, birdie.

There.

(laughing)

Now, what can I do for you?

- Elliot, we need some
information on the Magic Palace.

- Magic Palace.

Marcus the Magnificent is the owner.

He makes a mint of money, I heard.

- Have you ever heard of
anything illegal going on in there?

- Other than overcharging for drinks?

No, why do you ask?

- Well, you remember my friend, Max?

- I guess.

- He went into the Magic
Palace the other night,

participated in a trick,
hasn't been seen since.

- Strange, what sort of a trick?

- Well, he went into a box, and then
when the box was open, he was gone.

And the personal effect
was all that remained.

- That's right.

- Let me guess, a pair of glasses?

- A cigar.

- Cigar.

It's part of the trick.

I know it well, that trick, cigar and all,
was stolen from Merlin the Magnificent.

That's the kind of a
magician Jan Marcus is.

I sometimes think he must have
taken lessons from his brother.

- His brother?

- But you must know him, Simon Brewster.

- Simon Brewster?

Wait a minute, wasn't
he the man who tried to

involve Hart Industries in
a phony stocks window?

- That is the man.

And he left the country
before they could grab him.

- But I doubt that Marcus has
anything to do with Brewster now.

- I wonder.

- Brewster wouldn't dare
come back into this country.

He has more suits pending
than a Hong Kong tailor.

- Well, thanks very much, Elliot.

You've been very
helpful, and I appreciate it.

- It's my pleasure.

- Uh, is there anything else I can do?

This, perhaps?

- Oh, oh, oh, that's fabulous.

(laughing)

- I only wish that I could
conjure up your friend.

- I'm sorry we disturbed your lunch.

- Oh, that's quite all right, Jonathan.

We magicians don't eat much anyway.

(magical music)

(laughing)

- Bye-bye.

- Bye-bye.

- Thanks again.

(laughing)

- It's just amazing.

- Well, what do you think?

- Everything keeps
pointing to the magic palace.

- Yeah, I think we'll go back there again.

Only this time, we'll make
a surprise appearance.

(magical music)

(dramatic music).

(dramatic music)

- It been close for an hour now.

I think we can try it, let's go.

(dramatic music)

- It's only a dummy.

- Like the person who
left it hanging around.

- Shut the door.

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- Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Hart.

Thank you.

- Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Hart.

You were not entirely unexpected.

(Mr. Hart sniffles)

- Well, we were in the neighborhood
and we thought we'd drop in.

- Max, are you all right?

- Don't worry about me, I'm okay.

- If you're the daddy, who's the mummy?

- I'm sorry, let me introduce
my brother, Simon Brewster.

- We've met before, I'm sorry to say.

- I've been eager to
see you again, Jonathan.

I never forgot you.

Never forgot how helpful
you were to the police.

- They're still looking for you, Simon.

Why'd you come back?

- Because I have a new job
lined up as head of Hart Industries.

- The minute you show
your face, you'll be arrested.

(laughs)

- That's true, but I won't be
arrested if the face I show is yours.

(gentle music)

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- It's unbelievable.

Plastic surgery can do wonders these days.

- Except for those lines
and the little around the eyes.

He looks exactly like you.

- Admittedly, one or two people might
suspect that I'm not the real Jonathan Hart,

but they, like other
annoyances, can be gotten rid of.

- It'll never work.

You don't sound like me.

Practice makes perfect, Jonathan.

You'll trip yourself up sooner or later.

(Mr. Hart sighs)

- Hopefully, it'll be later.

In the meantime, I'll have control
of your wonderful corporate empire.

It shouldn't take more
than two or three days

to arrange the dumping
of three or 400,000

shares of Hart Industries
stock in the market.

- You seem to have worked it all out.

- I knew you'd appreciate a
good business-minded work.

I moved their car into the garage.

- Ah, good.

Wilkes, get Mr. Hart's wallet and his keys.

I'll be in need of those.

Then tie them up.

Goodbye, Jonathan.

Forever.

(dramatic music).

(dramatic music)

- Come on, let's go.

- All right.

Put your hands behind your back.

Come on.

(dramatic music)

♪ Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee ♪

♪ That old black magic
that you knew so well ♪

♪ That old black magic
has me in the spell ♪

- You're being awfully cheery about this.

- Wilkes made a little mistake.

He tied me up with a trick rope.

(dramatic music)

- Max the Magnificent.

- Other clothes?

As good a match as the face.

- The illusion's perfect.

- No illusion, my dear brother.

For all practical purposes,
I am Jonathan Hart.

Wilkes, will you eliminate
my double and his playmates?

- With pleasure.

- Oh, thanks, Max.

Now, let's get the hell out of here.

- How?

This place is locked up tight as a drum.

- Shh, come on.

(dramatic music)

- You're hiding.

Good.

I love big game hunting.

Hi.

Flowers?

How kind of you.

I must remember to return the favor.

- J. Arthur Wright presents.

- How are we gonna get out of here?

- Quickly, I hope.

Let's try that door.

(dramatic music)

- Easy, kiddo.

Nice, kiddo, nice, kiddo.

- Maybe we better try the stairs.

(dramatic music)

(sighs)

- Okay, darling.

Max.

- Max, are you all right?

- I'm fine.

- Try the lock, Max.

There might be a release.

- I'm looking, I'm looking.

- He can look all he
likes, but it won't open.

I've seen to that.

Nice clothes, aren't they?

Now I'm your spitting image.

- Clothes don't make a man.

(dramatic music)

(growling)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music).

- Well, this place is full of surprises.

- That's the fun of it.

- Now you see it, now you don't.

(dramatic music).

(grunts)

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(grunts)

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(yells)

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(yells)

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- Don't worry, the police
will be here by dinner time.

- Is that you?

- Of course it's me.

- How can I be sure?

- Any doubts?

- I think I need a little more convincing.

- Oh, well after we let Max out, I'll take
you home and give you proof positive.

- Oh.

[laughs].