All language subtitles for Route66 - S02E28 (There I Am - There I Always Am)

(orchestral music)

(upbeat jazz music)

- Mr. Brighton?

- Yes, yes, Joe.

- [Joe] We can't
run in any closer

unless you want to
try through the reef.

- Alright.

(upbeat jazz music)

Well, you wanted
an isolated beach,

here it is, Little Harbor,
Catalina Island, Pacific side.

On a clear day, you
can see Formosa.

- Well, it's been grand.

(splashing)

- That's a grandstand play.

- What does she think
she'll find in there anyway?

- What is there to be found,
that isn't already lost?

(group chattering)

- It's about an
hour into Avalon,

fifteen minutes to get
these things refilled,

and an hour back.

It's 11:00 now, I might
as well grab lunch

while I'm in town.

I'll be back about 2:00.

You want those bull lobsters
we spotted this morning,

You better be back before then.

You know, they're deep enough
now, and the plug's out.

- Ah, there's another
low tide tomorrow.

- Not for this city boy.

- You know your trouble?

No soul.

Stout Cortez, with eagle
eyes, stared at the Pacific,

and all his men
looked at each other

with a wild surmise, silent
upon a peak in Darien.

And then, do you
know what he said?

- Who?

- Cortez.

- You seen one wave,
you seen them all.

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(sweeping orchestral music)

- What's the use?

- Hey!

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- Don't tell me, let me guess.

You're the local sommelier.

- Some girls have to walk home,

but, well, whoever you
are, welcome ashore.

What's a sommelier?

- Where do you go?

Isn't there anyplace
where Friday

hasn't put his
big, fat footprint?

- I was about to cook some bass.

Interesting?

- Revolting.

I brought my own lunch.

A sommelier is a wine steward.

- Oh, you mean one of
those guys with a chain,

and the fancy suit,
and the gold corkscrew.

- That's right.

You know, one of these
days, I'm going to say,

"Sorry old chap, you know,
it's just like vinegar.

Take it back to the
cellar and give us a '53,

a good year, of course."

You're camped around here?

- Yeah.

- Live grand.

- Hey, I know why
you came ashore!

You got cabin fever.

You wanna bust out.

You married?

- I came ashore to
rehabilitate the natives.

Don't you know
everybody's married?

Everybody except the
people that ought to be.

- Hey, you want a towel?

- What's the sun for?

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(upbeat jazz music)

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- The other one went from
the frying pan into the fire.

- Why don't you give fish a gun?

Even up the odds.

- I'm too tough to cook.

- Well, why don't you try it

off a shark net in Panama City?

- I don't think the
message's in your bottle.

All the sad, young
women of the world,

all writing history
books, their own,

about how they're
beautiful, white swans

turned into geese
and flew South.

- Well, what do you know?

How does that go?

An eye isn't an eye,
because you see it,

it's an eye because it sees you.

To you, eye.

- Armistice?

- Who's at war?

I cut my barbed wire today.

Aren't you gonna ask me why?

- No.

- No?

Well, I'm looking for a sea

on which no sail has
ever been raised,

a beach in which Joe
Robinson can't check

on Wednesday's child, me.

So, I find a piece of nowhere,

and I wade ashore
as bright as Balboa,

and it's already subdivided.

You're here.

You know, as I was
swimming into shore today,

I said to myself, no
bongos, no people,

just time, clean and empty.

Time to walk alone,
time to bake in the sun,

time to turn nothing,
you know, into something,

even for a few hours.

- Okay.

It's a big island,
so walk, bake.

You take the North and
I'll take the South.

Mason-Dixon Line, okay?

- Right.

- I'll save you some fish.

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(waves crashing)

- This is South, not North.

- It's a usual cup of struggle.

The story of my life, I slipped.

- Your ankle is swollen.

I think that's what's
trapping it in there.

- Well, ankle stop swelling.

- Look, I better go
back to the lean-to

and see if I can't
get some fat, grease,

or something I can
put around your ankle,

maybe I can slide it out.

- It's broken, isn't it?

- I can't tell.

- When I slipped, I dropped
my bottle of champagne.

- I don't think we'll
worry about that right now.

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Try it now.

Easy.

- Well, it looks like six
more week's of winter.

- There's a ledge or
something right here.

See if you can slip
your foot right past it.

Do you feel any barnacles
or anything under there?

- No, it just feels numb.

- I guess I better get an iron,

and see if I can't
chip some of that away.

- I'd like you to know that

that troublesome ankle wedged

in the Rock of Ages
was once considered

by experts in the matter

as one of the trimmest
ankles ever seen.

- Look, I'll be right back.

- Oh, if I want to call
you, what'll I call you?

- Buz.

- What are you looking
at your watch for?

- Oh, I was just
wondering about the fish.

I guess it's probably
time to turn it.

- Now, that's the high
water mark, isn't it?

- Yeah, so?

- So, when's high tide?

- Why?

Of course, be right back.

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Watch it!

This is solid rock.

No shell, just rock.

It's gonna take
more than this iron.

The iron won't break this.

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If we only had the car.

I'd improvise some kind
of winch with the wheel.

All we need is an inch.

We could get your
foot free from there,

if I could only get
a hold of my buddy.

- Well, who's your buddy?

- He's over in Avalon.

- Go get him, I'll wait.

I promise.

- I wonder if there's a
phone around here somewhere.

- Hey, why don't
you call Maxine's?

Tell him it's for
Lola, and ask him

to give us the secret
to the tartar sauce.

- Listen you, I'm
going on the assumption

that your life is
worth something.

Now, if you don't want it,

you can throw it
away somewhere else

after I let you loose,
but not in front of me.

So until then, knock off
all the lousy wisecracks!

Look, maybe we don't
have any champagne,

but there's a bottle of
something over there.

I'll get it for you.

- I don't want any now.

(engine revving)

- Hey, fella!

Your tanks are all
charged, and ready to go!

- Hey, there a good place
around to grab some lunch?

- Yeah, there's a little
bar around the corner

just off Crescent Avenue,
serves a great barbecue beef.

- Thanks, can I leave
these here awhile?

- Sure can.
- Thank you.

(waves crashing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(waves crashing)

- You alright?

- I'm, how do they
say it, a-okay?

- I went South to
(unintelligble) Cove.

Everything's closed
for the winter.

That buddy of mine's
supposed to be back by 2:00.

It's after 2:00 now.

Listen, can you hold on?

I'm gonna go North and see
if I can find anything.

- Yeah.

- You alright?

- Yeah.

- Good.

(waves crashing)

(seagulls crying)

(upbeat bongo music)

- In a hurry?

- Huh?

- You in a hurry?

- No, not especially.

- Charlie will be
back in a few minutes,

had to go over to the school

and see Lauren's
English teacher.

Lauren's his kid.

Sixth grade, but
he can't spell yet.

Oh, he's bright enough.

He knows all about
retro-rockets, and
orbital flights,

but he just can't
spell, you know?

- It's the way they teach now,

sight, technique
and memory reading

versus the old phonetic system.

Now, when I was in school,
it was all phonetics,

the only way.

- How about I fix you a
drink while you're waiting?

- No rush.

- Oh, Charlie won't mind.

As a matter of fact,
anybody who favors

the phonetic
system, he'll insist

you have a drink on the house.

Now, what'll it be?

- Well, let's see.

Martini on the rocks.

- Right-O.

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Hey!

(whistles)

(glass breaking)

(panting)

(water splashing)

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(electricity sparking)

(buzzing)

- Number, please.

Number, please.

Number, please.

I'm getting a permanent signal

on the isthmus toll line, Frank.

Maintenance is out
at Kirby Beach, now.

Will you get them this
report as soon as possible?

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(waves crashing)

- Nobody home?

- No.

- Well, they said around
four-ish, didn't they?

- Right.

- Well, what time is it now?

- Late, too late.

Oh Jesus, hold on will you?

Hold on!

Look, I'm going
back to the lean-to

to see if I can't get anything.

Hold on!

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- I thought life had nothing
else to steal from me,

and I had nothing
left to steal from it.

- I just don't know what
else I can do, do you?

- Buz, I never was very strong.

Honestly, I never
was very strong.

Hold me, Buz.

Please, hold me.

- Tod, where are you?

Where's anybody?

I just can't sit
here and do nothing.

You understand that, don't you?

- Well, in Rome it's
tomorrow already.

The same sky, but tomorrow.

- Lola, just keep
looking at the sky.

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Hurry, somebody!

(screaming)

Hold on, will you?

Please, just hold on.

Hold on, please.

I'll be right back.

- Come out, Lola,
wherever you are!

I am speaking to
you as a vagrant,

and it's depleting.

Come out, Lola!

All is forgiven!

And, the champagne
is properly chilled.

- Hey!

- Come out, Lola!

Lola!

- Hey!

- Lola!

Joe!

Get in there, Joe,
as fast as you can,

and as far in as you can.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Hold on, I'll be right back!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(winch grinding)

(waves crashing)

(rock cracking)

(joyful orchestral music)

- Well, I don't think
there's anything broken but,

we'll head back to the
mainland and have it x-rayed.

Well, in that case,
I'd say first,

stay away from those rocks.

Second, interesting
looking as he is,

you'll be bored with
him within 24 hours.

So, in the event
that you do get bored

faster than I anticipate,
remember this.

This will be by sea, and
this will be by land.

- I told you how it was with me,

just one wave after another,

same old pattern
over, and over again.

There I am, there I always am.

I lost you a long time ago.

Let's go.

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(upbeat jazz music)

- [Narrator] This has been a
Screen Gems film presentation

from Columbia Pictures,

Herbert B. Leonard,
Executive Producer.