All language subtitles for Mr. & Mrs. Smith - S01E12 - The Bob Episode

What do you say, team?
Ready to play a little ball?

Put me in, coach. I'm ready to play.

Somebody famous said that, didn't they?

So, uh, how things
look from your position?

Ah, never better, Mr. Smith, never better.

Careful you don't pull anything.

Why, Mrs. Smith, if I didn't know
better, I'd say you were leering.

Really? No, simply showing an interest
in your physical well-being, Mr. Smith.

I got it! I got it!

So what's the deal here, Ike?

Is this thing going to happen or not?

It has to.

It's taken me the better
part of a year to set it up.

Awful lot of time spent
on a little metal ball.

Plutonium-239, that little
metal ball you're playing with

is enough firewood for a
10-kiloton weenie roast.

Easy there, Smith. I don't
want to see your buns get burned.

Let me get this straight.

This ball's a dummy, right?

I mean, I didn't doze through
the briefing and miss... Relax.

The ball's harmless.

Mr. Smith, give me a sweep of the air.

I don't know about you, Ike,

but I've seen shadier-looking
characters in a Norman Rockwell painting.

Maybe this guy of yours isn't going to,
uh... Is that team we got a batter on deck?

Good day for baseball.

Yeah, it is. You wanna play catch?

Sorry, I didn't bring a ball. All right.

I did.

Hey. Hey.

What's going on? I talk to me here.

Portable neutron assay system.

It's measuring the mass and
composition of the plutonium.

What mass and
composition? There is no mass

and composition.
Right? The ball's not real.

Nice, easy, everyone deep breath.
I expected something like this.

Premium grade, Dr. Earnhardt.

Very nice.

Make sure he has the
money, and then stall him.

I'm on my way. Did you bring the money?

Nothing personal, but I'm
gonna have to count it.

I expected nothing less, Doctor.

Hey, Jerry.

Jerry Rollins. Me, Bob Marks.

I'm sorry, you must have me
confused with... Fillmore Street.

Remember, apartment 4D?

Come on, Jerry, I'm not that
forgettable. I mean, I've moved you in.

I used to pick up your
mail when you're out of town.

Ain't that ringing a bell?

Hey, what's happening
here? Who is this guy?

This man is Jerry
Rollins. Oh, you betcha. I know

his face like I know
my own. No, I'm sorry.

I'm not who you think I am. My gosh,
it's been, what, five, six years now?

I'm in the flight museum, though.

Chin, if you need my help. Ear, if
you want me to hold my position.

That's, um...

Hope you know what you're doing.
That's fine. Look, I'm not Jerry, okay?

No, no, I'll just let you
two catch up on old times.

Jerry!

We have a foul ball!

Please don't tell me he got away.

I'm Mr. Smith, but
that's not my real name.

I'm Mrs. Smith, but that's
not my real name either.

You see, we're spies.

But let's face it, this name thing,
couldn't it get a little confusing?

People might think
we're married. That's okay.

Do you wanna dance? Do you wanna dance?

Forget about Bob, all right? I
told you, I don't know the guy.

Sure, sure, and I'm Aldrich Ames.

If he says he doesn't know
Bob, then he doesn't know Bob.

I know enough about the
rules of the factory. Enough!

Thank you.

Now, would you kindly
come in here and sit down?

Okay, then. The bottom line, Ike, your
man got away with a worthless metal ball.

Tough break, but hardly
the end of the world.

I'm not so sure about that.

Wait, am I missing something here?

I'm sorry.

This isn't easy.

Easy?

For crying out loud, Mike.

It wasn't easy pulling you out of
that godforsaken Rangoon jungle in 68.

And you sure as hell better
believe that it wasn't easy feeding

you water from my own
mouth until your fever broke.

But I did it.

So enough.

If you've got
something to say, spit it out.

The ball we lost today wasn't a dummy.

It was real plutonium.

Wait a second.

Wait a second. Are you
saying that this guy Idris now

has enough plutonium to
build his own atomic bomb?

I'm afraid there was no other way.

And the CIA gave you approval to do this?

No.

That's why I came to you.

My God, I... Do you realize how
many lives you've endangered?

Why?

Team. Team.

Yes.

He's seen Idris and his brother Muammar,

and this was my last shot at these
bastards before the CIA puts me out to pasture.

You put the factory in a
very tenuous position,

Ike. I know, and I'm
sorry, but I can fix this.

I can get the plutonium and
Idris if you'll just help me.

Please.

Tell me, how is Martha? Do you know
I haven't spoken to her since, well,

since Karen's graduation?

Feisty as ever.

She sends her love.

Now what in hell are you
two sitting there for?

We've got a couple of
killers to find. Okay.

The Idris brothers came up through
a Syrian terrorist training camp,

majored in explosives. Both are
considered world-class bomb experts.

But your friend from the park over
here is the nasty one. Aggressive,

kills with his hands, while the
younger brother prefers a sniper rifle.

Lovely family.

So it was probably baby
brother driving the getaway truck.

Well, that's not been confirmed, but
Ike assures me they rarely work alone.

Now, since there were no license plates,

we're running a check on
all of the rental trucks that

have been listed missing
over the last two weeks.

Well, let's hope our charming friends
were kind enough to leave us a clue.

Tag's been removed.

Motor oil?

No, it's... Grease
from food stains, right?

No, it's sort of... Grass
stain from the park lawn.

Sort of.

Pretty.

It's jasmine.

Jasmine? It's a bath oil.

The kind used in upscale hill spas.

There are a number of ingredients here.

Eucalyptus, 8%, avocado,
2%, even needs foot oil.

Hmm, .01%. Mm-hmm, exactly. But it
was the jasmine that was the tip-off.

Of all the brands that used jasmine,
only three were imported to the U.S.

And of those three, only one
with a 7% solution, like this one.

How many spas in the city
use this particular oil?

You're in luck.

Only one.

Flowering vine.

No sign of our guys here.

Nothing here yet either. Ike?

Negative luck ones are
pretty quiet. You know,

I am starting to feel like a damn perv.

Yeah, well, we all just
gotta sit tight and make

the best of it in case
the interest does show up.

Yeah, well, let's hope that's soon.

I'm starting to get stiff in places
I didn't even know I had muscles.

Massage?

Please.

Yeah, that would be nice.

Maybe like the one you gave
me in New York, neck guy.

Deep or gentle? Oh, deep.

Definitely deep.

Yeah, like that thing that
you did with your thumbs,

rubbing around in circles
at the base of my neck.

You got some good
hands, I'll give you that.

You know, Smith, sometimes I think
you're just the man for the job.

Uh-oh.

What is it?

It's like our boys are in
need of a little tension

relief, too. They're headed this way.

Copy, Warren, you ready? Roger.

Ready and waiting.

Wait till they're in the spa.

They'll be vulnerable there.

I'm coming in.

Just relax. Let's talk about this.

Just stop or I'll kill him.

Okay. I'm stop-seeing.

Put the gun down.

Put it down.

Lightly, Jerry Ryan. Lightly!

You wanted to see us, sir?

Yes.

I want a full report on
your progress thus far.

Well, when we pulled Momar out of the
jacuzzi, we found two keys in his pocket.

One was to an empty hotel
room downtown, the other...

To a rental truck we found
in the hotel parking lot.

The getaway vehicle.

We found something in the ashtray.

A burned scrap of paper.

Well, I trust you brought
everything back for examination? Yes, sir.

Anything else?

The hotel room is paid up
through the end of the week.

Which probably means he intends to
stay in the area. Why, we don't know yet.

Then what are you standing there for?

Find out!

We'll get right on it, sir. We...

We just wanted to say... Say nothing!

There's nothing to say.

Get out, will you? You're excused.

I... I now have to make a call to
a woman I've known for 25 years.

And explain that not only has she
lost the only man she ever loved,

but that now his memory
may be tarnished forever.

In our business.

Your mistakes,
unfortunately, are your epitaph.

Remember that.

So you're saying that the
infrared light will pick up traces

of whatever was on the
paper by using a long exposure?

Yes, like taking a snapshot.

My gosh, it's been what, five, six years?

I'm at the flight museum now.
I'm at the flight museum now.

I'm at the flight museum now.

Nice.

But then again, I've always had a
weakness for the mountain man in flannel look.

Yeah, me too.

I mean, it's a good look.

Well, warm, I would think.

Hey, don't I know you?

Yes, yes. The park the other day,
remember, with Jerry Rollins? You know Jerry?

Yeah, we're really good friends.

Co-workers, actually. You must be Bob.

That's me, Bob. Bob
Myers. You can call me Bob.

Hi, Jane. Jane Smith. It's
really nice to meet you, Bob.

It's nice to meet you, Jane.

Jerry is going to be so
happy I ran into you.

I want to apologize.
I'm so sorry. You are.

Yes, we were playing a trick
on a friend of his the other

day when you walked
right into the middle of it,

and, well, Jerry lied and
pretended he didn't know you,

and it was this whole big thing, and I
told him sometimes he can be so cruel.

But you knew that was happening, right?
Smart guy like you knew something was up.

Oh, yeah. I mean, I was thinking...

Well, when I saw Jerry, I mean, even
though it's been a while, I knew it was him,

you know? Of course you did.

Jerry and his jokes, you know?

I can't wait to tell him that I saw you.

So are you in the market for new duds?

Oh, me? No, no. I was
just looking, you know?

I'm not really that fashion conscious.

Really?

I think all you need is a woman's touch.

I'm revealing my age a little bit
here, but it was before the earthquake.

Yeah, I met Jerry when he was doing some
consulting at the Metropolitan downtown.

Consulting?

Yeah, bones, natural history. Yeah, I
turned Jerry onto a unit in my building,

and when he needed an extra
back moving in, I volunteered.

I always felt bad for the boy, though.

Seems like an awful way to grow up.

Excuse me, did you just say boy?

Yeah, the kid. Jerry's son.

Well, of course you'd know.

No, no, I don't. I mean, Jerry doesn't
really talk about him very much, but,

you know, when we're working, we
try to keep things professional.

Listen, Bob, I meant to ask you,

that guy who was sitting next to
Jerry in the park the other day,

have you ever seen him
hanging around the museum?

You know, a guy like
that came by yesterday.

He did?

Yeah, he said he was a friend of
Jerry's and wanted to know his address.

And what did you tell him?

I don't know his
address or his phone number.

So you didn't tell him anything?

No, no, no. I was busy with
arrangements for the new exhibit.

More tea, sir? No, thanks.

You know, I should be... Oh,
jeez, I'm late for the meeting.

Don't worry, lunch is on me.

Well, I had a nice time.

Maybe you and I sometime could, you know.

I'll stop by the museum and say hi.

Well, it was nice meeting you, Jane.

Oh, yeah. Nice meeting you, too. Bye.

Bye.

Phone call for Mrs. Smith.

Is there a... Yes, yes.

Thank you. Hello?

Here.

Hello there. Hi.

What you doing?

Uh, working. You?

I'm trying to find a lead
on our missing plutonium.

What a coincidence. Me too.

Really?

By asking questions about Jerry Rollins?

What?

Bob.

Bob?

You know, the guy whose
lunch you just bought? Bob?

Wait a minute.

You're saying you weren't?

Now look, I thought we were
supposed to be straight with each other.

Oh, please, like you
telling me you didn't know Bob?

That was different.

How?

It just was. Look, this is serious.

Jerry Rollins...

It's a name that could mean danger for a
lot of people, innocent people like Bob.

Okay, and just what is it that Bob
knows that's so all-fire important?

Nothing, just a guy in the
wrong place at the wrong time.

Well, I'm sorry, but he
knows one thing. He knows Idris.

You sure?

Yes.

I'll be right over.

Where are you?

What do you say we just
call a truce, you and I?

Kiyokusuru, and in
Japanese it means to remember.

But Kiyokusuru is also the
name of a radical group of

Hiroshima bomb blast
survivors and their families.

And Kiyokusuru has gone
on record vowing vengeance

against the United
States for dropping bomb.

So you think the Idris brothers
were hired by this group, Kiyokusaru?

Well, it looks that way.
What about Bob? Bob? Bob?

Yes, how does he fit into all this?

Bob and I have a history. That's all.

I mean, his part in this
is purely coincidental.

Is it?

Mrs. Smith?

Having spent time with Bob, I
have to concur. The man is harmless.

But there is a
connection between Bob and Idris.

Well, yeah, it appears that Idris
contacted Bob in an effort to find Mr. Smith.

Apparently he blames him
for his brother's death.

Which is probably why he took
time out of his busy schedule

to squeeze off a couple
rounds in my direction.

But everything leads
back to Bob, to one person.

I think it's time we got him in here.

Had a little talk with him.

Hey, Bob.

Hey, Jerry. Hey, how you doing? This is a
surprise. Yeah, I was in the neighborhood.

Just wanted to drop by. Well,
I'm glad. Glad you did. Yeah.

Hey, you know, I had
lunch with a friend of yours.

Jane. Yeah, she told me. She's great, huh?

Well, she's more than
great, man. She's hot.

Sizzling.

Yeah. Listen, Bob, I was wondering...

There's something I wanted to show you.

I don't know if you got any time right
now, but... Sure, I got an hour for lunch.

Really?

Well, would you mind coming with me?

I want to... No problem.

Oh, great. Great.

Come on.

This is where I work, Bob.

Well, so this place is a factory.

I read about this in Time magazine.

This way.

Sit down, Mr. Myers.

You can call me Bob.

Bob, thank you for coming down.

Sure, no problem.

What's this all about?

This is about me, Bob, and
you, and our friendship.

You had a visit recently from a man who
claimed to be a friend of Mr. Rollins here.

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

This meeting took place in your office?

Yeah, of course.

That's where I work.

What was the thrust of the conversation?

There's no thrust.

He said he was a friend of Jerry's,
and he'd sort of lost contact with him,

like we all have, and wanted to know if
I knew where to get in touch with him.

And you said you didn't know how
to get in touch with me, right?

No, that's what I told him.

He said thanks, and he left.

What's with all the questions?

What's going on?

Bob, look, there's
something I have to tell you.

I'm not who you think I am.

That is, I'm a spy.

I work here at the factory.

And in this line of work, there are
people who, for one reason or another,

An assassin? After you? Why?

Well, that is information
we're not at liberty to share.

You do, however, have
more immediate concerns.

Your life is in danger, Bob.

This guy, this Idris, will do
whatever it takes to get me,

and right now his only link to me is you.

What?

I mean, I...

I'm not anybody that...
I'm... Here, drink this.

All right.

What do I do?

Oh, we can handle your
situation, Mr. Morris.

Here's a first-class ticket to Hawaii.

You travel under the name of Lipkin.

We've reserved an oceanfront condo on a
quiet beach where no one can find you.

You leave tonight.

Stay a week, ten days.

By then, this whole thing
should have blown over.

You can come back and pick your
life up right where you left off.

So do you want me to hide out in Hawaii?

It's for your own protection, Mr. Myers.

You're not safe while that killer is
still out there. I need you to do this, Bob.

For me, please.

Okay.

Well, at least Bob will be safe now.

Uh-huh.

What about you? What do you mean?

Well, Bob is a link
with your past, Mr. Smith.

A link with Jerry Rawlins.

And a link to people you most
want to protect. Yeah, I know that.

I can't have you compromised.

Your loyalties must be first
and foremost to the factory.

And to this assignment, if
they're not, say so now,

and I'll have a replacement brought in.

That, uh, that won't be necessary.

Be careful, Mr. Smith.

I've already lost one friend.

Hey, hey.

Late lunch, I brought dim sum.

Dim sum, why?

Uh, what do you mean, why?

To eat.

I mean, how did you know I liked dim sum?

Oh, let me guess. Bob?

Bob, what are you talking about? This is
San Francisco. Everybody eats dim sum.

Sorry. It's been a long day.

Okay, here.

I know you get suspicious
when your blood sugar gets low.

Look, I should probably apologize.

I mean, a part of me really did want to
find out about you, about Jerry Rollins.

But I realize now that there's a
reason the factory has the rules.

Too much information could be dangerous.

Well, I've done my own
share of snooping on you.

You have?

Yeah, well, a little.

So what did you find out?

Nothing much, really.

Just an old trunk in a
New York storage unit.

Tea?

Yeah.

So, uh, you followed me.

No.

Well, I mean, I... No, I
happened to see you go in.

And you followed me. Good.

Excuse me?

I said that's good. I'm glad.

That storage unit was a
decoy, a cover, you know,

in case anyone ever
tried to find out about me.

Yeah, yeah, I figured that.

So then none of that
stuff belongs to you? No.

I don't even remember what's all in there.

It's just junk picked up from
flea markets and garage sales.

Even now, there's... No, that's just junk.

You know, um...

I wouldn't be revealing
anything if I told you I didn't

have the kind of life
that was in that trunk.

I had nothing.

What you saw.

What you saw in the trunk was a life
that I sometimes wished that I had.

Then I'll, uh... I'll let you
dispose of this junk for me.

So how'd everything go in Bob's offices?

Oh, peachy.

Lots of papers, lots of files, all boring.

Except, uh... Except?

Well, except the place was bugged.

Medium-sized transistor
unit on a desk lamp stuck

out like a manure on
top of a Christmas tree.

Meaning it was planted quickly. Exactly.

My guess... ...to get some
information on you, I'd guess.

Maybe it's time that the two
of us were introduced properly.

Hi, you've reached Bob Myers at
the San Francisco Museum of Flying.

I can't take your call right now,

but please leave me all the pertinent
info and I'll call you back. Thanks.

Hey, Bob, this is Jerry Rollins calling.

Just want to make sure
we're on for dinner tonight.

The address is 892 Buchanan, ring red.

See you around 8, pal.

Well, that's one dinner party I
definitely don't want to miss.

Oh, we'll be there, Jerry.

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

We'll be my friend.

Where's the alarm?

It's inside. All right.

Open the gate.

All right, deactivate it, now.

No, you're not trying to get this sick.

It's about time you showed up. Take it
easy, would you? It's been a rough night.

Why? What's the matter with you?

Let's just say that
today's bulletproof vests don't

quite pack the padding
that you might think.

If I'm not back in time,
you'll finish the job for me.

Where'd you find this?

Information booth.

The Enola Gay exhibit.
That's why he's here.

Of course, the Enola Gay. That's the
plane that dropped the atom bomb in 1945. Yep.

I bet our friends at Kyoko Tsuru
don't exactly approve of an exhibit

honoring the same plane that
killed thousands of people.

Might even make them mad
enough to set off their own bomb.

Baby boy, the last remaining sibling of
the famous bombs of World War II. My God.

There's a bomb on display
right here in the museum?

Just add plutonium.

The exhibit.

You can bet our friend
Idris is down there somewhere.

Watch the wire. You okay? I
think I twisted my ankle.

What are you doing? I'm going to get you
up. Forget about me. I don't get injuries.

I can't leave you here.
You were seen, Doctor.

I can take care of myself.

Now will you go before he
gets the trap on both of us?

You're a hard man to get
rid of, Jerry Rollins.

I could say the same thing about
you. But now, you die for my brother.

I hate to drop everything and run.

No, go. You got a bomb to stop.

A little too close for comfort, huh?

Definitely.

Someone else is going
to be happy to see you.

Uh, no.

I'm afraid that won't be possible.

I'm so sorry.

It's weird, you know.

We never really knew much about each
other, yet we were still close somehow.

I know. I still can't
believe Jerry's gone.

He was a good friend.

Yes, he was.

Jane, do you think maybe sometime
you and I could... I'm sorry, Bob.

Maybe if things were
different, who knows, but they're not,

and right now I have to leave.

Good afternoon, Smith. Glad to
see you both looking so well.

I wanted you to know that
Japanese authorities are

close to making arrests
in the Kiyokusuru matter.

In the meantime, the
plutonium has been returned,

and I've made arrangements
for the Idris payoff money

to be put in trust for
Martha Warren and her kids.

It's very considerate of you, sir.

Yes, well, I personally wanted
to thank you for a job well done.

You're welcome. Thank you, sir.

Enjoy your well-earned holiday.

Well, here's to...

Attending your own funeral.

The only way to die.

What's this?

Oh, just a little research I dug
up on a certain Jerry Rollins.

He was an archaeologist,
graduated from Stanford in 1982.

School records list him at
six foot with green eyes.

No photo available.

Last known location, a dig in
northeast Africa, circa 1991.

Then, nothing.

He just disappeared.

Any idea where he might be?

Probably the same place Rebecca Wenzel is.

Oh, so long, Jerry Rollins.
So long, Rebecca Winslet.