All language subtitles for Starsky & Hutch - S03e22 - Quadromania_track3_[eng]

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[TYRES SCREECHING]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[EXPLODES]

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CAB DRIVER:
Hey, mister, you need a cab?

Good evening.

I swear, baby, you are a sight
for a working girl's eyes.

Come on, shake it, baby,
I got promises to keep.

Hey.

[HORN HONKING]

[SCREAMING]

[SIRENS WAILING]

Be nice.

What's the story, Baker?

Well, the deceased
is one Victor O'Connor.

Age 38.
Five feet 11 inches.
160 pounds.

Born in Trenton, been driving for...
What are you writing, his biography?

Why don't you just tell us
what happened, huh?

It's the same as the others. Whoever
killed him took all the money.
That girl over there found him.

Oh, um, you take the dead body.
I'll take the one that's breathing.

Naturally.
Sorry.

HUTCH:
What's the diagnosis, Carboni?

CARBONl:
Lights out an hour or two ago.

Strangulation.

Guy must have a grip
like a set of bolt cutters.

What do you mean?
Well, it's just like the other two.

You're gonna have to forgive me,
Carboni. We're new on this case.
What are you talking about?

It's the third cabbie
in the past two weeks.

Same MO, huh?

Crushed trachea
as well as vertebrae.

And from the imprints
on the throat, it seems like
he did it with one hand.

Thanks.

Did you get
a good look at him?

Come on, honey, I already
been through all that
with Buster Brown over there.

How's business lately?

OK, coach.

He was sporting one of those
close-cut Van Dykes.

And he had a set
of fancy evening threads.

You know, a hat, cane
and a funeral coat.

And he walked with a limp.
Yeah?

Yeah, you know like that
Jos Ferrer in that old late movie?

You know, the one about
the gimpy French painter?

The Toulouse-Lautrec story.

I call it as I see it, darling.

I wanna go home.
You get anything yet?

It looks like a robbery.

Must have been the passenger.
There's still a fare in the meter.

$1.80. So wherever they
picked up this wacko must've
been pretty close, huh?

You'll make a detective yet, Baker.

Don't forget the exhaust pipe.
Exhaust pipe?

DOBEY:
Toulouse-Lautrec?

Don't blame the messenger
for the message, Captain.

Look, there's been
three murders in ten days,

and all you clowns can
come up with is some clown
from the late show.

Captain, I don't even know
why you're coming down on us.
It's not even our case.

Well, it is now. I'm taking
Henderson off and putting
you two on it.

And I don't wanna see you
breathing easy until these
nuts are off the street.

You're talking about "nut,"
as in singular, aren't you?

I'm talking about "nuts,"
as I said, in the plural.

Would you send Yvonne in
with the sketches, please?

Captain, the MOs are identical
in all three cases.

It's gotta be the same guy.
Continue reading.

All three are robbery
and strangulation.

All three are the same time of
the morning. The guy even hit
the same cab company three times.

Now try matching
the descriptions
with the suspects.

Thank you, Yvonne.

The suspect in the first murder
was described as a 60-year-old
skid-row cripple.

STARSKY:
What about the second one?

HUTCH:
Long-haired Caucasian,
medium, about 20-25.

And for the third murder,
you come up with the
description of Toulouse-Lautrec.

And talking about matching MOs!

You think there are
three different ones?

They all belong to the one-armed
strangulation club.

What do you mean by that,
Hutchinson?

What does that mean?
I'll tell you what it means, Captain.

It means that some guy out there is
some freak who loves a masquerade.

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Ah!

[LAUGHING]

Good morning, Gramps.

Oh, Lionel, what a tasty hour
to be traipsing in.

Gramps, you know how those
opening-night parties are.

Why, you're almost
as bad as your father.

And you know how the women
and liquor killed him in the...

And now would you mind
returning the bishop to Q3?

I may be blind, but I am
still in the ball game.

You sure are, Gramps.
Now, don't be bashful, Lionel.

Tell me about your performance.
Oh...

Gramps...

Gramps, it was splendid.

Well, listen to this.

"Lionel Fitzgerald.

Third generation
of the famed theatrical family..."

Ah, and I thought
they'd forgotten us.

"Gave us a Macbeth last night...

that shall live for a long, long time
in this reviewer's memory...

demonstrating brilliantly
the acting genius...

synonymous
with the name Fitzgerald."

Oh, bravo. Bravo, Lionel.

Oh, you surely must've been
something to see.

Yes, Gramps. You would've
been proud of me.

Oh, most certainly.

But now you'd best
get to bed and get yourself
some good sleep.

I suppose you have
another big night ahead of you.

Yes.

Another big night.

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Is the manager in?
Uh, talk to the Jamaican.

If you can get
a word in edgewise.

[PHONE RINGS]

It's bad, it's fab, it's Metro Cab.

OK, ofay, your coach is on its way.

This is Rockin' St Jacques,
that voodoo doc,

with a call from the Hilton at 3:00.

MAN [ON RADIO]:
Hey, number six needs some money.

Then go for it, honey.

And while you cruise,
let's dig some blues.

[PLAYS AND SINGS J AMES BROWN'S
"PAPA'S GOT A BRAND NEW BAG"]

Are you, uh, Jamaican?

[PHONE RINGS]

No, I'm a Swede
with lead poisoning.

Hello, Save the Whale Foundation.

Cheese and anchovies.

Baby, the only thing that
I bake is liquorice pizza.

Now, does this look
like a pasta joint to you?

No, what I...

I'd like to talk to you,
if you don't mind turning
that racket down.

You got it.

[MUSIC STOPS]

Now, if it's about my
boys getting dead,

Kingston St Jacques, whoo,
at your service.

Ow!

Well, uh, do you have any idea
why these guys keep hitting your
cab company? Keep hitting Metro?

I mean, there are five or six
other companies in town.

No, man, I don't know.

I'm just a hired hand
waiting for my big break.

Your, uh, big break?
Yeah, baby. Top 40.

As in AMIFM. I am the Rasta man's
answer to Wolfman Jack.

Dynamite, we gonna
get down tonight.

Right.
Right on!

Look, I'd just like to check out
your trip sheets on
the two drivers who died.

You got it.

Have a banana, blondie.

Let's see here. Let's see.

This is Clark's schedule the night
he was dusted, and here's Hobson's.

Seems like these two drivers
picked up fares at the same spot.

Third and Main.
We got a stand down there.

Red-light district.
Pimping. Porno.

All-night movies.

I picked up O'Connor's
trip sheet this morning.

But he never entered
the pick-up location of his last fare.

You found him on Elmwood,
didn't you?

At the corner of Allen St,
and there was $1.80 in the meter.

How far would that be in miles?

$1.80. Let's see.

See, with an 80-cent flag drop
and 20 cents a quarter-mile,
that would be...

a mile-and-a-quarter ride.
Mile and a quarter.

Where would Third and Main
be from there?

See... Uh...

An inch and two-eighths,
or a mile and a quarter.

Mile and a quarter.
That's the red-light stand again.
Thanks a lot.

Look, I hope that you
find this dude soon.

I mean, aside from
the obvious human element...

half our drivers
have already quit.

You're having trouble
finding new ones, huh?

Are you kidding? A man would
have to be a godforsaken fool
to want to sign with us right now.

The man told me I could
pick up an application here.

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Hey, you're new, aren't you?
Yeah.

Kind of foxy too. I'll be, uh,
working downtown tonight
if you get lonely, fella.

Sorry, I don't go that route.

Well, at least you don't keep it
in the closet like a lot of guys.

Oh, um, well, uh...

On second thoughts...

I, uh...

My name's Dave,
and I am lonely.

KC, lonely boy, K C McBride.

How are you doing?
Play the guitar?

Honey, you are looking at Erie
County's answer to Loretta Lynn.

Gonna, you know, make a career
out of country-western, huh?

Yeah. But if my luck
doesn't change soon,

it's gonna be the Oblivion Express
right back to South Buffalo.

Lackawanna blues.
Excuse me, I gotta boogie.

Oh, hey, well,
how about some chow later?
We can, uh, discuss...

Changing your politics a little there,
huh, lonely boy?

Hey, hey, I don't mind
a few kinks in the road of life.

[SINGING]
Nobody loves you
Quite like you do

Never heard of the energy crisis, huh?
What did Kingston have to say?

Well, aside from the money,
O'Connor was also missing
a good-luck piece.

Yeah? What did it look like?

Well, it was a gold medallion
with an inlay of turquoise.
Here, he made a sketch of it.

Interesting, huh?
Let me look at it.

Oh, get this. This is weird.

Not only were
all the victims' cabs Metro,

but they were all
old checker cabs
like this one.

So maybe there's
a lot of them here.

Uh-uh, only got five
in a fleet of 50. You're just
lucky to get one of them.

It's my karma.
Yeah.

Here.

And, uh, check out that stand
at Third and Main
as much as possible.

All the cabbies picked up
their last fares down there.

Terrific. Maybe I'll get lucky
and be strangled tonight.

Oh, come on.

[ENGINE STARTS]

LIONEL: Just a...
Just a touch more shadow,
don't you think? Don't you think?

GRAMPS: Oh, Lionel, you're playing
King Lear, not Auntie Mame.

Now, hush up.
I do appreciate your help, Gramps.

You know, that make-up man
down at the Savoy has got about
as much finesse as a bloody stump.

There.

Just a hint of rouge
for a rash disposition.

There, Lionel, my lord,
you are ready
for your entrance.

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Not quite, Gramps.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

KC [SINGING]: You see
Every golden hair in place

Your shiny white-capped teeth

You're leaving me one more time

For a night out on the town

Thinking I'll be waiting here

When you come back around

Nobody loves you
Quite like you do

[SNORING]

Even though you think
The whole world cares

Nobody loves you
Quite like you do

Ah, but one day you'll see

You really needed me

But I won't be around you
Anywhere

Hey.

Oh, bravo. Hey, that was terrific.
Yeah, you were snoring right on key.

I was listening.
You even missed the rain.

What? Oh.

You're a nice guy, you
know that? You invite a girl
out for pizza by candlelight,

and then you fall
asleep for dessert.

I'm sorry, KC. Besides,
I was dreaming of you.

Oh, somebody please
get me a shovel.

Oh, but I'm all rested up now.
Yeah?

Yeah, well, this girl's already gone.
Hmm?

Well, what about me?

Just keep your nose clean
and your mind dirty.

Oh.

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[ENGINES STARTING]

To the strip, my man,
and I need to be there,
like, yesterday.

Look, could you take the cab
behind me? I'm waiting
for someone.

Say, man, I don't care if you're
waiting on the shah of Iran.

Now, I'm running late,
and I need to motivate.

But there's another cab.
You're just wasting your time, my man.

You're not kidding.

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Good evening.

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Say, my man, you wanna step
on it? I mean, like, I turn
into a pumpkin at sunrise.

Don't push it, son.
I've had a long night.

Say what?

Well, now, if you're
tired and run-down,

I got enough recreational
stimulants here

for a travelling crime factory.

Here comes the pitch.

Man, I got whites
for that run-down feeling.

And I got yellows
for iron-poor blood.

And I got reds to just plain
get down and boogie.

Your mama know you're doing this?
I got truly rude 'ludes.

I got DMT, PCP

and a virtual smorgasbord
of snappers, poppers,

and not to mention
the Venezuelan whiff.

I whiffed at the office.

And you know
something, my man,

with these, you could win
an Olympic decathlon.

Police, chump.
You just made a sale.

Oh, wow, man.
I was only kidding.

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[SIGHS]

You sure you wanna
get out here, pop?

Strange time and place
to be going for a walk.

Pray, do not mock me:
I am a very foolish
and fond old man.

What did you say?

To deal plainly,
I fear I am not in my perfect mind.

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What's that?
Act four, scene seven.

[YELLS]

Man, you guys can't hold me
on no lousy medallion.

And how about impersonating
a medicine cabinet

with intent to sell, dummy?

Look, I'm cooperating
as much as I can.

And I tell you,
I found the thing. I mean,
the dude just threw it away.

Right in front of you,
and you didn't
get a look at him?

Like I said, man,
he was an older dude
with a long coat.

Regular eagle eye,
ain't you?

What are you guys doing here?

I don't know.
Where would you
like us to be?

Try Elmwood and North.

Number four?
They just found the body.

STARSKY:
I seen him around Metro,
I think. Name's Benson.

Joseph Riley Benson, sir.
43 years of age.

Baker, how come you're
always first on the scene?

Just lucky, I guess.
Here's his trip sheet.

And I found this map
in the glove compartment.

What does
the trip sheet say?

Same as the others.
Third and Main.

I was working there last night.
Four deaths in four identical cabs.

What is it with these things?

Maybe the guy
doesn't dig their styling.

Why is it always
the same cab stand?

Maybe something happened down
there, something the guy doesn't
like. Something to kill for, maybe.

Hmm.
What you got?

It's a report of an accident
Joseph Benson was in.

Cab company makes you fill
these things out if you come in
with a dent in your fender.

What did he hit?
According to this, a dog.

A dog.

The mechanic says,
minor damage to right-front
fender, traces of blood.

So, what's the big deal?

Aside from the fact this thing
is dated over two years ago,

these accident reports
are usually the confidential
property of the cab company.

Why did Benson have it?
Why don't we go ask our local DJ.

Someone broke into it
yesterday while I was out.

No, thank you.
I got a bunch of them.

Maybe Benson was trying
to clean his record.

If he was, there's
a whole lot of them
that he missed.

He was in other accidents?

Benson? He was always
hitting something.

Especially the bottle.
I'm gonna check his locker.

Got the key?
Yes, sir, I do.

Officer.

Number 19.

Man. They let anyone
on the force these days.

HUTCH:
Tell me about it.

You were working the night
of that accident, right?

Yeah.
MAN [ON RADIO]: Cab 24,

free at the airport.

Well, uh, sit tight,
because it's all right.

A convention of dental technicians
coming in tonight.

Yeah, I was working that night,
but it was no big thing.

As I remember, Benson
pulled in around 6
in the morning, semi-wasted.

Said that he'd hit a dog
or something.

Benson hit something that night,
but it wasn't a dog.

I found this in his locker,
dated two years ago.
Same day as the report.

Zebra Three.

WOMAN [ON RADIO]:
Records show one Lionel Fitzgerald
left County General last month

but left no forwarding address.

Does he have any relatives?

A grandfather of the same name
at 1427 Lennox.

That's near where we
found that medallion.

[SIREN WAILS]

Zebra Three on call
to 1427 Lennox.

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We're gonna have to finish
this a little later on, Gramps.

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Whatever happened
to good manners?

Mr Fitzgerald?
Who is asking?

Police.

You've proof of that?

Very well.
So you're a hero.

Now, what is it
you want?

We're looking
for your grandson.

If you find him,
let me know.

I've not entertained
the bloody rake
in over two weeks.

You live here by yourself?
Old and neglected.

While my grandson has
set himself up in grand style

at the Ambassador Hotel.

Well, what is it you want,
gentlemen? What do
you want to know?

We'd like to question your grandson
about some murders.

Lionel?

No. Why, Lionel is one of
the gentlest and mildest souls
that ever lived.

Besides being one
of our finest young actors.

I thought his career
in the theatre was finished.

GRAMPS:
Oh, no, no.

As a matter of fact, Lionel is a...

[DOOR CREAKING]

If you wanna snoop around
like a basset hound,

you'd best provide
a search warrant in Braille.

Well, there's no need
to get violent, Mr Fitzgerald.

Gentlemen...

You'll excuse me if I don't
show you to the door.

What theatre did you say
Lionel was playing at?

The Savoy.

And he's an absolute smash.

Mr Fitzgerald,
the Savoy has been
closed for over a year.

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You think the old man's on the level?
Not about living alone he's not.

How's that?

Well, he says he's blind.
He's got the morning paper
sitting on his table.

Come on, let's go to the Ambassador,
check out Fitzgerald III.

I'll check it out.
You're going back
in the cab business.

[###]

You were absolutely
splendid, Gramps.

Thanks, Gramps.

[###]

You lied to me, Lionel.

The Savoy Theatre
has been dark
for over a year.

Where have you been
going all these nights?

To the movies.

There are theatres that show
them all the way to dawn.

Dreadful pictures, mostly.

But at least it's a refuge
for the misfits.

The deserted.

Crippled.

Lionel. Lionel.

Where are you going?
Why are you all
dressed up like this?

Please, Gramps, let me go.

No. Don't leave.
I won't let you.
I'll call the police.

You will not call
the police, Gramps.

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[WHISTLES]
[YELLS]

Hiya, how you doing?

Dreaming I was somewhere else,
till you came along.

What time is it?
5:00.

Where you going?

I am heading for a
nervous breakdown
if I don't get some shut-eye.

Don't try to call me,
'cause it will be off the hook.

Could you give an old lady a lift?

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STARSKY:
Oh, oh, I was just finished
for the night.

Yeah, but I'm sure he'd be
very happy to take you
anywhere you'd like to go, ma'am.

Why, thank you both.

Where would you be without me?
Home.

Don't run into anything.

Could you drive through the park?

I'd like to see the sun rise

through the trees.

[TYRES SCREECHING]

GRAMPS:
Help! Help! Let me out. Help!

[POUNDING]

Help! Let me out! Help!

You let me out of here.
Open up this door.

Lionel! Oh, Lionel.

Where's your son?
Who are you?

Police. Where's your grandson?

You've got to do something.
He's gone out.

Old man, where is he? Where is he?
I don't know. You've got to stop him.

Let me out. You've got to stop him.
Just calm down. Calm down.

Sit down.
I tried to stop him.

Just calm down. All right, now,
where has he gone?

Did he tell you anything?
No, nothing.

Only that he was gonna go out
and make them all pay.

Then he put on some
kind of crazy costume.

A what? What?
He put on a costume?
What costume?

I don't know.

A wig and a silk dress

and a fox fur thrown
over his shoulders
like an old lady.

Starsky.

[MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]

That's the third time
round the park, ma'am.

Meter's into double figures.

Well, I suppose
that's enough.

Could you drop me
at Pine and Lincoln?

Cab number nine.

Blue to Lincoln and Pine.

KINGSTON [ON RADIO]:
I read you, nine,
at Lincoln and Pine.

Young man, would you mind
turning off your radio?

It's awfully harsh on one's ears.

[MUSIC STOPS]

[RADIO CRACKLES]

Thank you.

[###]

Starsky? Starsky?
Do you read me?

Starsky, come in.

Zebra Three to Control.

Zebra Three to Control.

WOMAN [ON RADIO]:
Come in, Zebra Three.

Request immediate contact
with a dispatcher from Metro...

Forget it.

[WOMAN YELLING]
[BRAKES SQUEALING]

Hey, honey, all you
had to do was whistle.

Kingston?

Hey, partner, I don't know
what your problem is...

Damn it, Kingston, come in.

KINGSTON [ON RADIO]:
Who beckons me so frantically?

Look, Kingston, cut the jive,
will you? This is Hutchinson.

Get a hold of Starsky.
I think he's picked up the...

KINGSTON [ON RADIO]: Right.
Dave did?

HUTCH: What are you doing?
KC: We can't just sit here.

[TYRES SCREECHING]

Calling number nine.
Come on, number nine,
talk to me, baby.

He doesn't answer, sarge,
but the last time he called,

he was headed for Lincoln and Pine.

HUTCH [ON RADIO]:
We're on our way.

[###]

I 'gin to be weary of the sun,

and wish the estate o' the world
were now undone.

[GRUNTING]

[GROWLS]

[GRUNTING]

Life, yes,

a tale told by an idiot,

full of sound and fury,

signifying nothing.

[PANTING]
Listen, Lionel...

I'm a cop.
Oh?

You don't have to kill any more.

The man that messed you up
is already dead.

You gotta stop killing.

Don't you understand?

I could've been an Olivier.

A Barrymore.

A Keane.

I brought the house down
that night. They all said so.

Now this is my stage.

This is not a stage.
This is a dirty back alley.

And what you're in is a play,
and it's called life.

Life?

A tale

told by an idiot,

full of sound and fury,

signifying nothing.

[###]

Down the alley.

[CAR HORN HONKING]

What took you so long?

We stopped for ice cream.
Are you OK?

I'll make it.
I don't know about him.

O God! God! How weary, stale,

flat and unprofitable seem to me

all the uses of this world!

[###]

Goodbye to the cab business
and hello to the fab business,

because there's no business
like show business.

Kingston, I can't believe
you got a job as a DJ.

Better than that, baby, what you're
looking at is an exclusive manager

of a soon-to-be-major artiste.

KC: Tell him
who the artiste is, Kingston.

KINGSTON:
Excuse me.

[CLEARING THROATS]

Ladies and gentlemen,

I would like to introduce,
for your listening pleasure,

that duchess of down home,

that incomparable K C McBride.

[SINGING]
Nobody loves you
Quite like you do

Uh, Kingston, you know,
you're one of those island rockers.
She's a country-western singer.

We got country and western
in the island too.

Except we call it jungle western.

KC:
And we got us a producer too.

I put an ad in Variety,
and within hours, this guy called
and said he wanted to produce me.

In fact, he's supposed to be
meeting us here any minute now.

Wait a second. This guy's
a stranger. I mean, how do
you know he's on the level?

Well, he was born in a dressing room
in the Grand Ole Opry. You can't get
any more genuine than that.

And he's had so many hit records,
he couldn't even begin to name them.

I figure he's hardcore country
with a name like

Buck "The Panhandle" Bear.

[IN BAD WESTERN ACCENT]
Mercy, faith, good buddy!
Did I hear somebody call my name?

[###]

[SINGING]
Nobody loves you
Like you do

[###]

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