All language subtitles for The Protectors - S02E23 - A Pocketful of Posies

A tissue, a tissue, we all go down.

Ring-a-ring-a-roses, a pocket full of
roses, a tissue, a tissue, we all fall down.

Ring-a-ring-a-roses, a pocket
full of roses, a tissue, a tissue.

More coffee?

I've been round to all
the doors in the window.

No sign of forcing. Nothing at all.

Somebody was here last night.

You must have had a key.

Darling, all the locks were
changed just a month ago.

Whoever was here last night had a key.

Carrie, please.

It's not in my head. I'm not imagining it.

Maybe it's not in your head, but
do you remember when I said...

You're always thinking of
some practical explanation.

You never believe me anyway.

Listen, shall I phone the
theater? Cancel the rehearsal for today.

Oh, no, I'm all right.

I shouldn't have left you alone.

It wasn't your fault.

Fog bound in Paris.

I'll bring the cart around.

Where's my kitten?

And yet it's funny, I get a
feeling that I can't quite analyze.

It's like, well, maybe, like
when a baby sees a bubble bath.

Don't worry.

Where would you like to pick it up?

Oh, um...

Joe, would you pick it up at
A-flat 9th and the 5th bar, please?

It's like, well, maybe It's like a baby
Sees a bubble burst before its eyes I've

had my fling I've been around and seen
most everything But I can't be gay Look,

why don't we just take a break?

I'd like to continue, if you don't mind.

Joe, would you go from D, please?

I've had my fling.

I've been around and seen most everything.

But I can't explain But along the way
Something went astray And I can't explain

It's the same champagne It's a sight
to see But I wonder what became of me.

You're still the greatest.

It's arrived, dear. What? Well, your
costume for the opening. Oh, beautiful.

I'll put it in your dressing
room. It'll knock their eyes out.

Darling, I'm sorry. I had New
York on the line. How did it go?

Fine.

You all right?

Yes, just a little tired, that's all.

All right, excuse me. I
won't keep you a moment. Look,

why don't you go to the
dressing room? Have a rest.

Yes.

Coffee? Yes, thank you very much, dear.

Carrie, I've arranged the protocol
for 1.40, all right? Thank you, Sarah.

You wanted to see me, Mr. Ruhle.

Yeah, I'll get right to the point.

Of course.

Darling, why don't you
go to have a rest, huh?

What do you think, Joe?

What do you mean?

You've got eyes. She's on the
edge. I think she's going to crack.

She's not going to make that opening.

But she's special.

All right, she's a star.

And stars fade.

Or they explode and destroy themselves.

We've been watching your wife for a week.

Nothing.

She isn't being followed?

And no one except the people on that
list that you gave me tried to contact her.

And what about the letter?

It's typed on her typewriter.

What? You're saying she
sent the letter to herself?

No, I'm saying it was
typed on her typewriter.

Which is locked in the desk
of our apartment by Carrie.

Mr. Ruhle, I'm going to
level with you. That's wise.

Last night I was held over in Paris.

Carrie was alone in the
apartment, and things

happened which are... What kind of things?

It doesn't matter, because I am
convinced they happened in her own mind.

So will you please help?

Well, I'm not sure I can.

Well, at least meet her, talk to
her. You see, there's something else,

which happened last year.

She tried to take her own life.

All right, let's try it
again. Where's Carrie?

Could somebody find
Miss Lane for me, please?

What's the hold-up? Where is Carrie?

I think she must have
gone to her dressing room.

All right, I'll try and find her.

What have you done?

But why, Carrie, why?

I didn't do it.

I didn't do it! I didn't do it!
Madam, please come here quickly, please!

It's Carrie, she's not well!
There's something wrong with Carrie!

The doctor's with her now. They'll be
taking her home soon. That's it for today.

Same time tomorrow?

I wouldn't count on it.

I didn't do it. Of
course you didn't, darling.

Guess I'll just mosey on. Oh, Mr.
Rule, I want her to stay. And to do what?

She needs medical
assistance. I can't help you there.

Don't you worry about the dress.

I'll get it ready in time.

These will help you rest.

Thank you, Doc.

This is what the lab says it is, huh?

Does it mean anything?

Not to me.

When are you seeing her again? Tonight.

Where, at the theater? Yep.

How is she now?

Well, she seems fine. It
opens in two days. Apparently,

a week's rest put her back in
town. But you're not convinced, huh?

Basically, she was
suffering from nervous exhaustion.

It's not at all uncommon for
someone who's subjected to the sort

of pressure that Miss Blaine
is almost constantly under.

And there's one more thing.

Recognize that?

Yes, yes, it's a mild stimulant.

An upper?

Yes.

And suppose someone were to
take or be given excessive doses?

Relatively harmless, even
in quite large amounts.

I suppose it might
produce mild hallucinations.

Climbing up the stairs. Oh, Mr. Rue.

How nice to see you. Please call me Harry.

Will you please stop that
hammering? And what about these tabs?

Chaos, always the same.

Oh, I'm sure it'll be great.

Carrie, could you come
and stand on your marks

for the opening, please? Just one minute.

You know, these lamps still aren't bright.

I'll be right there.

Bad rehearsal, good show.

Mr. Rule, isn't it?

I'm from the press. The
official reason given for the

postponement was the
star's physical exhaustion.

And I suppose that you read in
something far more profound than that.

Would you say, as this could be
considered in some ways a comeback,

that the opening is a
make-or-break situation for Miss Blaine?

I would say the question is irrelevant.

She'll be a smash.

She always has been.

Okay, Joe? Are you all right, Miss Carey?

I mean, like, old times all right.

Oh, I'm fine, Joe. As a
matter of fact, never felt better.

Okay, let's crawl in a night.

Ten o'clock tomorrow, and don't be late.

Oh, goody. Everybody over
to my place for a drink.

Oh, listen, darling, shouldn't you rest?

Oh, don't be silly. I
won't be able to sleep anyway.

Would you like to join us, Harry?

I couldn't resist.

Hey!

No more ice!

Will you ride me home?

Yours or mine?

You're too valance, sir.

Not too affordable.

I'll get you a coat.

That's all right, Nellie, my
sweetheart. You'd better come and say goodbye.

Oh, are they leaving?

Well, Nellie's late.

Well, maybe they would
like to have some coffee.

I'll go and check.

Please, don't go.

I'd love to stay, Carrie, but Nellie
is in need of care and protection.

That's right. Come on, Nellie. Come
on. I'll see you in the morning, Carrie.

Thank you, Carrie.

Good night.

Goodbye.

Take care.

Hi, how are you doing?

It's getting late, darling. We
must not disturb the neighbors.

Are you going out?

Just to put the car away.
I won't be five minutes.

What?

Leave it.

Leave it.

Don't be silly. And look, leave the
clearing up. The woman can do it in the morning.

Mario.

I know you're here.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Joe.

Joe, it's happening, Joe. Joe,
I can't explain it. Hurry over.

Please, please, please.

Mario, Mario, Mario, Mario.

Mario.

Oh, Sarah!

Sarah!

Did you make the call?

Yes. Joe is on his way over.

Good.

That gives us 30 minutes.
Right, let's get on with it.

Ring, a ring, a roses, a
pocket full of posies.

Mario!

Yes, Sarah and I. We are going to
kill you and make it look like suicide.

Well, the balance of
your mind is disturbed.

You're terribly rich.

We'll enjoy that.

It's a simple case of
overdose, and then faithful

Joe will find you, but just too late.

What about the clock? All taken care of.

Don't answer it.

No, leave it!

Yes?

My name's Paul Boucher. I'm
an associate of Harry Rule.

I'd open the door if I were you.

Your little game is over.

Hi.

Stopped in to wish you good luck.

Thank you. Thank you for everything.

Oh.

It was for believing in me.

Well, it wasn't an act of faith, you know.

They were feeding you a stimulant.

I would have gone
undetected if I hadn't noticed

that it congealed in your coffee cup.

Had it analyzed and took it to a doctor.

I'm sorry.

Disillusioned?

Not in you.

Five minutes, Miss Lane.

I can't go out there, Harry.

I can't go on. I mean, what's the reason
for going out there? What have I gone to?

Love.

Love?

Thousands of people out
there in the audience.

Thousands more that'll see the show.

There are millions of
people all over the world

that see your films, buy your records.

To me, that's a lot of love.

My man's gone now Ain't
no use in listening For

his tired footsteps
Climbing up the stairs Oh,

man, sorrow, come to keep me company,

whispering here beside me
while I says my prayers.

Ain't that I mind working,
working me as travelers,

journeying together to the promised land.

Old man sorrows Marching all the way with
me Telling me I'm older now Since I lose my man ¶¶

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