All language subtitles for Route66 - S02E26 Kiss the Maiden All Forlorn)

(upbeat music)

- Howard.

They think Charlie Clayton's
back in the country.

Betty, get me Mrs. Charles
Clayton, New Orleans.

Mr. Davis will give
you the number.

- How do we know she's
still in New Orleans?

- Captain Stewart called yet?

- We've gotta begin someplace.

- What makes you think
I'd remember the number?

- Not yet, you never forgot
anything in your life,

particularly Charlie Clayton.

(phone ringing)

City desk.

- T-O one, five-one-two-three.

- Hello, Tommy.

It's the DA.

Yeah.

- City desk.

Yes, he's here, just a minute.

Mark, it's Captain Stewart.

It's about Charlie Clayton.

- I'll be right with him.

- He'll be here
in just a minute.

- Yeah Tommy, I put
Howard Davis on it.

He's on the other line trying
to get through New Orleans.

Glad to coordinate with you.

Sure thing.

We'll keep in touch.

Morning, captain.

Yeah.

The boys are right here.

You bet.

Take these officers
back in the morgue

and tell Warner to break open
the file on Charlie Clayton.

Before your time?

- Captain figured the
best way to brief us

let us read through the file

just in case Clayton
shows in Dallas.

- What's the what?

- Tell her I'm Sergeant...

No, operator, Howard Davis.

Mrs. Clayton?

You remember me.

Hello?

Hello?

No, operator, thank you.

She remembers.

- What'd we ever do to her?

- The worst injury, Mark.

We printed the truth
about her husband.

- The daughter.

- Can't we leave
her out of this?

- I'll put Lee on it.

- I listened to that kid cry,

Mark, when they
arrested Clayton.

Later, when he skipped
out and got away

to Brazil I listened some more.

Sometimes when it's quiet,
I can still hear it.

- Very touching, and precisely
why I want her found.

If Clayton had any genuine
tenderness toward anyone,

it was toward,
what was her name?

- Bonnie.

- So if he really came back,
he'll surely try to see her.

Now brief Lee and
turn him loose.

- No, I'm a good little puppy.

I'll go outside like
I'm supposed to.

But let it be
recorded that once,

just once, I barked in protest.

Betty, tell transportation
to get me a seat

on the first plane
to New Orleans.

- Federal officers
have just taken Clayton

into custody in New
Orleans as he stepped

from a plane from Mexico City

disguised in sunglasses
and a... vernous?

- [Office Worker] Hey, Mark,

here's another
one, San Francisco.

Oh, wait a minute, now they
just grabbed a guy in Boston.

And he looks just
like Clayton, too.

Divide and confuse,
that's Clayton alright.

No doubt about it.

Either he's back or he's about

to sneak behind the smokescreen.

But why?

Why would he take a chance?

Maybe he remembered a couple

of million bucks he left behind.

Who needs two million
when he's got forty?

No, whatever his reason for
coming back, it's not money.

(uplifting music)

- I told you not to let them
get between us and the girl.

Now look.

- I didn't see them, not
til they were passing.

That little car, it went swoosh.

- Stop alongside them.

May we be of some help?

- That's alright,
she's just out of gas.

- I think it's more serious.

For some time on the highway,
she was just ahead of us.

We saw a trail from her car
as though there were a leak.

- [Man] Well that's
an understatement.

- It could be a lot
worse, it's only eleven.

I'm not expected til five.

- Well we can push this
thing into a gas station,

have it fixed in no time.

- I will be happy to drive you.

- Oh, it's no trouble,
we're going that way anyway.

- Wouldn't it be better
for the young lady

to come with my sister and me?

- If they don't mind,
I might just as well

let them push me to the station.

- You'll go to my car.

You'll sit in the front
next to Elena, who'll drive.

You'll sit in front, too.

You on the floor in the
back, under my feet.

You two made the
mistake of stopping,

but it needn't be
a fatal mistake.

You could give me what I
ask, complete obedience.

(speaking a foreign language)

Now.

(jazzy music playing)

(speaking in a foreign language)

Have you ever been shot?

I have.

A most enlightening
experience for a man,

providing he can recover.

On the floor, please, face down.

- Now we only have a token
force on the highways,

the depot, and
the bus terminals.

Clayton always
traveled by air, so...

- So this time, he'll
hire an ambulance

and come in with a siren.

- We had the boy escort
you in time, Howard.

- Somebody owes me a drink.

I'd already fastened my seatbelt

and given the hostess my order.

- Why go all the
way to New Orleans

when she's on her
way here to Dallas?

- Why Dallas?
What's here for her?

- A Holy Trinity
convent out on Oak Lawn.

- But she's not a
Catholic, Clayton never

went to church in his life.

- The Bureau got it straight
from Bonnie's mother.

Mark, you cover Love Field.

Jack, you got Fort Worth.

Now, mind you, not even
Clayton's got the gall

to land right out in
the open like that,

but we can't take the risk
that he mightn't do just that.

Now my money's on this theory.

He'll fly in from Mexico
in a private plane,

and that mean's we really
got our work cut out for us.

Every landing strip in this
county's got to be covered.

- Many times I'd have given
everything for just this moment,

this first breath.

Oh, on the way, drive through
the middle of town, will ya?

- Why take a chance
like that, Mr. Clayton?

I wanna walk in
the streets again,

I wanna feel people around
me, people I haven't bought.

We'll give it five
minutes, just five minutes.

- The next turn-off,
park in back.

- Five to twelve.

At twelve sharp, the northwest
corner opposite the library.

- Somebody sure
planned it this way.

That hole in her gas tank's

a clean puncher,
done with a tool.

- He's organized,
that Clayton is.

- Tod Stiles, Buz Murdock.

Plenty of ID on them
in the car cabin,

but where do they come in?

- Go through every bag, maybe
there'll be some pictures.

- How do you like that?

Clayton drove in.

He probably came
across at Juarez

before we alerted
the border patrol.

- That last
interview, when he was

still in jail waiting
trial, I asked him,

"How come, Mr. Clayton?

"How come you had to plunder
corporations instead of build?"

Know what he said?

- Russ, hurry up
with that casting.

- "When I was a kid," he said,

"I never got turned
loose in a melon patch.

"I never ate my fill."

- Captain, no sign of
her at Holy Trinity.

- And there won't be, okay.

Oh, Ed, call my
wife, tell her she'll

have to pick out that
wallpaper herself.

- [Ed] Yes sir.

- Well now where you going?

- Try to get inside
Charlie Clayton.

- I'll take it.

- One of those double-thick
jobs, solid as a wall.

- It's all over your face,

who's behind this and
what it's all about.

- Couldn't be, just couldn't be.

- What couldn't be?

- I'm sorry you
have to be involved.

- I'd like to set
fire to those drapes.

- Who are you, and
why do they want you?

- It's my father.

- What kind of a father puts
a gun on his own daughter?

- When you're a child,
everything around you shines.

Clocks are homes for birds who

come out and celebrate
each quarter hour.

Fathers are kings.

Brush your hair, kiss
your sleeping eyes.

But then one day
you cross a boundary

and suddenly you see
things as they are.

Fathers fall from pedestals.

Clocks shake out each hour
like terriers with rats,

and you know your own father
is less than the dream.

- That's alright, cause

maybe you had no right
dreaming in the first place,

but now, when you find out that

he's far worse
than simply normal,

that he's bad,

that he's corrupt,

and evil, and...

Why does he always
have to hurt people?

Why must he always destroy?

- What do you know
what his life has been?

What he's gone through?

He loves you.

He's risking his last chance
for happiness for you.

- Poor Elena.

- Do you think of me as a
cheap toy of your father's,

and my brother as a gunman?

(speaking a foreign language)

- It's wearing thin, Antonio,

I mean that gesture of hand
going down with the gun.

Magic doesn't reach me anymore.

You know, you could make
a guy just mad enough

to just call your bluff.

- This makes only a small
noise, like hands clapping.

It's possible some
people may hear the shot,

but they'll shrug.

Who fires a gun in so
circumspect a place as this?

- [Bonnie] Stop it!

- You think I was
gonna keep going?

Just wanna make Antonio work
for his money, that's all.

- A poor joke.

I was about to kill you.

- [Buz] Oh relax, will you?

It's just a little game
we play before lunch

called American
Roulette, lots of laughs.

- Move back.

- Okay, so, you know I'll
do it somewhere else.

- [Antonio] Stay
away from the window.

Over there, with your friend.

(speaking a foreign language)

- Hello, operator, we're
sorry to trouble you.

We've decided not to make
that call, thank you.

(knocking)

- Yes?

- [Clayton] This is the
farmer, sowing the corn.

That kept the cock that
crowed in the morn,

that waked the priest...

All shaven and shorn.

- They stopped to help
her before we could.

I had to bring them.

- Married the man all
tattered and torn,

kissed the maiden, all forlorn,

milked the cow with
the crumpled horn.

Bonnie, have you
forgotten the words?

That tossed the dog...

- That worried the cat...

- That killed the rat...

- That ate the malt...

- [Together] That lay in
the house that Jack built.

- What you're
looking for, Captain,

is a late model Fleetwood,
either a '61 or a '62.

- Lights.

Muary, let me ask you,

what would stop
somebody from using

those same tires on
some other model?

- Nothing actually,
except that people usually

drive the same tires
that come with the car.

- Charlie Clayton's
not usual people.

What's so funny?

- I just thought, Captain,
that looking for a Fleetwood

in Dallas is like looking for

a special piece of
hay in a haystack.

- You know, you
coulda stood there

all month without saying that?

Anybody heard from Howard Davis?

Thanks, Maury.

Well okay boys, let's
start pitching hay.

- Remember Bonnie,
I said I'd buy you

your own real Barb stallion?

Well, you should see it.

It's got a good
mouth, great heart,

he's got papers that go
back to the eighth century,

with a little help from

the same fellas that
do my passports.

He's yours, Bonnie.

I'll have him shipped up to
you the moment I get back.

Just one present,
after all this time?

I sent a lot of
things, you know that.

I guess she didn't
want any of them,

not for herself, not for you.

I know things have been
tough for both of you.

- Mother got a raise last month.

She's making 78
dollars a week now.

- I know, I keep in touch.

- Papa, when are you gonna
say what you came here to say?

- Pour the coffee, will you?

- You know why I'm selling my
car this afternoon, don't you?

- Why does anybody
sell anything?

You need the money.

- Yes, I need the money.

111 dollars, to be exact.

Specified dowry, my dowry,

so I can become a postulant
and study to be a nun.

- Up in the Amazon, I've got
a big land project going.

You know how we
clear the jungle?

We out wait it.

We just cut the
roots and stand back

and let time take care
of the rest of it.

Even the biggest tree,
the tallest and strongest,

dies by itself, if you
give it enough time.

Oh, Bonnie, come
along with me now.

Come along right this minute,

just take my hand and
come away with me.

- When Mama was away at work,

while I was alone,

I used to try and remember

how it felt to have
your hand hold mine,

but no matter how hard I tried,

I couldn't remember.

I just couldn't.

- About becoming a nun, Bonnie,

don't you think I understand
that you're doing it for me,

because you feel guilty for
something that I've done,

so this is how you pay
off the crowd, for me.

Forget it, in another week
they'll forget the gesture.

Oh, it's a magnificent one,
I'll have to hand you that,

but I'm not gonna let you
throw yourself away for me,

that I won't permit.

- Mr. Clayton,

this is something between
you and your daughter,

wouldn't it be better
to discuss it privately?

- Do you suppose I'd
let you leave here

while I'm still in the room?

- You're a real
believer, aren't you?

- Devout, of the one true faith,

things as they are.

Give me ten minutes head start,

and then you and Elena leave.

- Them?

- You two still
bathed in sentiment?

Well while you are, do Bonnie
another favor, will you?

For the cab.

Help her sell the car.

- Charles,

Charles, I don't
want to leave you.

It's alright, I'll be alright.

Don't go through any red lights.

- Papa, aren't you
gonna say goodbye?

- Honey, I've just
begun to fight.

(radio playing music)

- [Radio Announcer]
Here's a late bulletin

on Charles Clayton.

Bonnie Clayton, his
20 year-old daughter,

missing since morning, walked
into police headquarters

at three o'clock this afternoon.

With her were two
out-of-town friends,

Tod Stiles and Buz Murdock,

whose car was found with hers

near Parkersville this morning.

The trio has been
closeted with city police

and sheriff's deputies
for the last hour.

(bell ringing)

- Where may we talk?

- The convent's next
door, Mr. Clayton.

- You know who I am?

- The photograph in
the afternoon paper

didn't do you justice,

particularly with your
hand half over your face.

- When they shot that picture,

I kept trying to tell them
they were shooting my bad side.

We all have one,
wouldn't you say?

- I expected you sooner.

My office, Mr.
Clayton, not a trap.

Sit down please, Mr. Clayton.

- If you don't mind, I'll stand.

All my life, Mother,
people have failed

to see what I really am.

They say I've
accepted alienation

from all human contact except

the feel of a man's
financial pulse.

They say I'm
predatory, destructive.

Actually, I'm less
of a financier, more
of a speleologist.

I explore the caves
in the people I meet,

the dark caverns
of human behavior.

Now, if ever in the descent
into these secret passages

if I had ever found as
much light and inner beauty

as I found darkness
and ugliness,

I might have got
confused and lost my way

as so many people have who
believe in the goodness of man,

but trip after trip,
person after person,

without exception, Mother,
I have always found

that hideous little
monster crouching

in the ultimate closet
of everybody I've met,

just waiting to be freed.

That's my only crime,
opening closet doors.

That's why I'm exiled,

because I see the
truth about us all,

because I'm not
deceived by images.

Now I tell you all this
because I think it's important

that you know about
this envelope.

Would you open it, please?

- How much money have you
put in here, Mr. Clayton?

- One hundred thousand dollars.

- Yes, I should say that
you've been quite busy

opening closets and
letting things out.

- She'll be here at any moment.

Tell her the facts, Mother,
tell her that purity exists

for one reason
only, as a target.

Tell her not to waste her
life, tell her to go home.

- You've been
underground a long time,

haven't you, Mr. Clayton?

- What's one girl to you?

There'll be others.

This is my daughter,
my only daughter,

and I don't want her
throwing her life away.

- Christ didn't
say, "Go be a nun,"

he said, "Come, follow me."

He doesn't force his
invitation on anyone.

He accepts volunteers only.

Is it possible, Mr. Clayton,
that you might be wrong?

That, here and there,
human beings do exist

who have tamed that
little creature in
their secret closets?

Who have dared to trot
them out on a leash

and expose them to love
and giving and doing?

- Words, Mother, words.

- Becoming a nun isn't
like joining a club.

You don't just sign
up and you're in.

It takes years, Mr. Clayton.

Wonderfully hard,
chastening, fulfilling years.

It takes a generous
woman, not a self-pitying

or self-retreating woman,
the way so many people think.

The happiness that
comes in religious life

must spring from within

and must be fed by
the love of Christ.

It can only be led
by girls who hunger

for something more
than material things.

Who have been able to hear
that faintest of all sounds,

the whisperings
of eternal wisdom.

Girls who can hope,
hope magnificently,

against all doubt,
against all reason,

against a force as strong
as yours, Mr. Clayton,

and still be able
to seek the miracle.

Your daughter is such a girl.

Do you think that
anything that I could say,

or anything that you could say,

could change her mind,
once she's been called?

- Called?

Who calls?

Some angelic voice, some
flashing light from the heavens,

some unidentified
source of power?

No, Mother, this
is the world, 1962.

I'll tell you why she's
signing on your dotted line,

because of me, because
she is me, my other side,

and she figures that she's
got to try and make up

by putting in what
I've taken out.

- We call that atonement.

- I don't care what you
call it, I say it's waste.

(knocking)

- The novice mistress
said you wanted to see me,

Mother, before I go
upstairs to change.

- Yes, Bonnie, I thought that,

perhaps now that I understand
about some of the things

that have happened to you today,

that you might want a
chance to reconsider.

- Oh, Mother, this
is Tod Stiles,

Buz Murdock, Mother Teresa.

- Mother.

- Reconsider what, Mother?

- Why don't I let
your father talk?

- Honey,

I don't want any
candles lit for me.

I don't need any prayers,
I have no apologies to make

to anyone for anything
I've ever done,

no sorrow, no guilt,
no remorse, nothing.

Except I wish I
could've taken you

away with me eight years ago.

But if I could live
my life over again,

I wouldn't start
operating at nine,

I'd begin in the cradle
and get in all those good

early years before they
begin to suspect you.

Now, could you possibly be

as good as I can be bad?

How can one little girl who
hardly weighs 100 pounds,

who's only one year
out of her teens

balance me

and tip the scales?

Don't do it, honey, don't put
yourself on a block for me.

I couldn't stand it, honey, I
honestly could not stand it.

- I always loved you, Papa,

no matter what they said,

I always loved you,

I never stopped.

But I never loved you more
than I do right this minute,

because you don't know
what you're saying.

All you're saying is
that you love me, too,

enough to have come back,

enough to make
sure I was alright.

You're saying you
want me to be happy,

and that you'll fight anything,

the police, my church,

just to make sure I'm happy.

Believe me, Papa,

I didn't come here
to atone for you.

I came for myself.

I'm not giving up anything,

I'm getting.

- Maybe what it is, I've
always gone for sure things,

and you're going
for a long-shot.

Who knows?

Maybe you'll end up
outweighing me after all?

I hope so, darling,

I really do hope so.

Goodbye, Bonnie.

- God keep you, Papa.

- Mr. Clayton.

You've forgotten something.

- I didn't forget anything.

That's a wedding
present for my daughter.

- Goodbye, Bonnie.

- Thank you.

- Go call the police, and don't
ever get sentimental again

about anyone who
runs from sirens.

Every criminal acquits
himself before he's judged,

every violator considers
himself excused by circumstance.

Don't you acquit him,
don't you excuse him.

- I don't see a phone
booth around here.

- I don't think I have
any change anyway.

You?

- No.

- Well I guess we'll just
have to drive into town

and tell the police in person.

- I told you we
shouldn't have left him.

- Five to five.

- No wonder the
police never thought

about the lake as a landing
strip, too smooth for take-off.

A hull can't break free

from the surface tension
without a little help.

Those boys can really
stir up a lake, huh?

Antonio and Elena
Madragarra, two 'r's, right?

(speaking a foreign language)

- Still hunting, eh, Davis?

- I never take more
than the legal limit.

- Hurry, get in.

Put that thing away.

Get in.

Lots of scattered
clouds, night coming on.

I'd say the odds
are pretty good.

How'd the day go?

- You never quit, do ya?

- Follow your instincts, you
keep going, what else is there?

- Isn't that the truth?

- Any statement for the press?

- Tell them it's
been a busy day.

No,

tell them it's a day I'll
remember as long as I live.

- Police headquarters, please.

- License number.

- Three-D-One-Two

One...

Six?

- Six.

- Laundry truck, huh?

- Yeah.

- Eddy, get in here,
new lead on Clayton.

Yeah?

Oh, so you finally
decided to check in, huh?

Did ya figure out
where he's hiding?

A what?

A seaplane?

On Lake Dallas? Impossible.

It's what?

Flying away.

Look, which direction?

What do you mean you can't see?

- Yes, Captain?

- Okay, so I was wrong.

Sergeant, get me Carswell
Airbase, rush, rush it.

- How'd that go, the
thing that he said to her

when he first came in today?

- "That married the man
all tattered and torn,

"That kissed the
maiden, all forlorn."

- Yeah, but he wasn't was he?

Tattered, I mean, and if
it's one thing she wasn't,

she wasn't forlorn.

(jazzy music)

- [Announcer] This
has been a screen gems

film presentation from
Columbia Pictures,

Herbert B. Leonard,
Executive Producer.