All language subtitles for benson_s03e16_getting_even

I'll be right back, Mr. McFadden. Make
it snappy.

Oh, yes, of course.

Remind me to thank Benson for leaving me
with that person.

Benson had no choice. He had to go to
the police negotiation.

How's it going with C .C.? Mr. C .C.
McFadden is snide, arrogant,

egotistical. Those are his best
qualities. I tell you, that man... Yes,

just be running these contracts over to
legal myself.

Hello again.

It's Denise, isn't it? Yes. Is there
anything I can do for you while you're

waiting? No, but give me a minute. I'm
sure I'll think of something.

Well, I have some typing to do.

Well, why don't you take a break,
Denise?

You see, I like to get to know the
people I deal with.

I guess I'm just a sucker for the
personal touch.

Mr.

McFadden. How about dinner tonight in my
hotel?

Say 8 o 'clock? Oh, I'm sorry. I can't.
I have plans.

Well, cancel them.

I want to have dinner with you. I can't,
Mr. McFadden. I really do have plans.

So do I.

Please, Mr. McFadden.

Sweetheart, I don't think you fully
appreciate what McFadden Textiles can do

this state. Oh, that's not true.

Then you should accept my invitation.

You see, if I have to be alone tonight,
I might be a little grumpy in the

morning. And if I'm a little grumpy in
the morning, I might not feel like

signing those papers.

But we can remedy that situation.

I'm at the Webster Hotel, room 316.

Call me.

Ciao.

Oh, hi, Benson. How did the negotiations
go with the police union?

Well, we reached a compromise.

They got everything they asked for.

Did Clayton have any trouble with
McFadden?

Well, they seem to agree on a few small
changes.

Well, do we have a deal or not?

Well, he hasn't actually signed yet. He
said something about tomorrow morning.

He'd love to drag it out.

There's a lot riding on this contract,
huh?

Yeah. It means about 2 ,000 jobs to the
people of this state. Wow.

That's just what I wanted to know. You
know, how important it was.

About as important as a pair of lips to
Howard Cosell.

Seriously, Denise, it's extremely
important.

I see.

Mr. Hotel, room 316, please.

Oh, Denise, you're very early this
morning.

Oh, well, you're not all that early.

Maybe my watch stopped.

I'm sorry.

Well, that's okay. I was here even
earlier than you.

Of course, I live here.

Denise? Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine. I just had a rough time
last night.

Oh, and you lost your other shoe?

It's a long story.

You want to talk about it?

Oh, Gretchen, last night I had a date
with a jerk with 13 hands.

I knew he was a creep the first time I
met him.

What if you knew? Why did you go out
with him?

For Benson.

What?

If I tell you who the guy is, do you
promise not to tell anybody?

Promise.

It was C .C. McFadden.

C .C.

McFadden? Morning, ladies.

What about C .C. McFadden? Oh, nothing.

What do you mean, nothing?

Denise went out with him last night.

Gretchen, you promised.

I lied.

He gave her a bad time, and it is all
your fault. She did it for you.

What do you mean?

You went out with Cece McFadden for me?
I just told you that. Pay attention.

Denise, what's this about?

Cece picked me up after work last night
and took me to dinner.

And then afterwards I told him I had to
come back here to get my car.

But he drove me to the lake instead.

Why did you go out to the lake with him?

It's tough to get out of a car at 55
miles an hour.

I don't understand. He didn't ask you?
He just took you?

Yeah.

I tried to get out of the car, but he
grabbed me and ripped my dress.

He ripped your dress?

Yeah, but I got away. I ran to a gas
station and called a cab. But you got

here all right?

Well, sort of.

When I got back here, D .C. was waiting
in my car. Oh, no.

So I ran inside, and I've been here ever
since.

And I had something to do with you going
out with this guy?

Well, he said he wouldn't sign the deal
for the industrial park unless I did.

That's sexual harassment.

Good morning.

Denise, I'm sorry McFadden treated you
that way. What about me?

Yesterday, while you were off playing
budget director, I was systematically

humiliated by Mr. C .C.

McFadden. Boy, I'd sure like to deck
this guy.

I appreciate your concern, Benson, but
I'd settle for a simple apology.

He tried to have his way with Denise
last night.

Oh? Yeah, he said our deal would be off
unless Denise cooperated.

Bye, guys.

Well, it's a sad commentary, but these
things do happen, Denise. I wouldn't

it seriously.

You'd take it seriously if McFadden had
been pawing at you all night.

Damn, this makes me angry.

What, McFadden came on to you? Oh, he
began it.

I'll kill him. I'll kill him. I'm going
to go talk to the governor.

That's a better idea.

Benson, what about our deal?

What the hell was the deal? Now, now,
don't do anything rash.

Remember the time we took Gary Emilio's
roadster apart and reassembled it in the

dean's office? Oh, that was great.

I haven't thought of Gary Emilio in
years. I wonder what ever happened to

He's dead.

It was funny then.

Ah, Gene, you know, I'm really glad I
dropped in. Oh, I am glad, too. But it's

quite a surprise.

Well, you know, it was a last -minute
decision. I was on my way to the coast,

and I thought, oh... I'll stop in and
say hello and see if my boy C .C. is

behaving himself.

Well, I have not a chance to meet him
yet, but I assume everything's cool to

say. Governor, something's going to have
to be done about this creep McFadden.

Now, first, let's get the creep to find
the deal. Gentlemen, meet George

McFadden, the creep's father.

Gentlemen, what's the problem?

Well, sir, your son has caused my
secretary a little trouble. What kind of

trouble? He told Denise that our deal
would fall through unless she went out

with him. She went out with him, and
then he spent the evening mauling her.

Oh, I'm sorry. I really am. I don't know
what I'm going to do with that boy. I

have a few suggestions.

Unfortunately, this isn't the first time
he's behaved this way.

Hasn't anyone ever pressed charges
against him?

Twice. But his mother has the best
lawyers on the East Coast, and she

she's doing him a favor by bailing him
out.

I don't know. I've done everything I can
to straighten him out. I just... I wish

there was some way we could get through
to him before he ends up in real

trouble. Well, sir, he's in real trouble
now. Ben, son, let's not jeopardize the

deal. Oh, no, no, no, no. Don't worry
about that. Your deal with McFadden

Textiles is set.

Thanks, Mike.

My son is the problem.

Oh, I tell you, Gene.

He's worse than Bronco Calhoun.

You mean that dumb quarterback who kept
bothering the cheerleader?

Gentlemen, please, could you spare us
this trip down memory lane?

Something's got to be done about this
guy.

Hey, you remember what we did to Bronco?

I mean, we really straightened him up.
You're not suggesting we do that to your

son. Well, why not? Nothing else has
worked. Oh, I don't know, Mark.

Gene, it may be a way to get through to
him. Well, I'm sure it'd teach him a

lesson. It sure solved the problem for
that cheerleader. Well, if it'll teach

him a lesson, do it.

Well, we'd need everybody's help.
Anything I can do. Well, I say we do

makes Mr.

McFadden happy.

Then we'll give it a try.

Sure, let's go for it. Okay, what'd you
do?

We murdered the cheerleader.

I just want you to know how much I
appreciate all that you're doing for me.

can't thank you all enough.

Denise, you've been thanking us every
five minutes.

Right, that's enough.

Now, does everybody know what they have
to do? Yes, yes, yes. Good. Now, let's

have a quick recap.

Another one, Governor. That's a tenth
recap.

Well, then one more won't hurt.

Right.

I take C .C. to dinner and make sure he
has a few stiff drinks. Right. We need

to have him off balance, Benson.

I have Denise's appointment book. I'm
the brother and I got the shoe.

I wear a black dress and a half is a
veil.

I'm in the closet with the microphone.

I work the lights. And I run the sound
and I come in later as the eyewitness.

What about me?

Oh, no, no. I don't want you involved in
this at all, Katie. Why not? Denise is

my friend, too.

Honey, I want you upstairs doing your
homework.

Oh, Daddy. Or else I'll dock your
allowance.

Sorry, Denise. Money talks.

Okay, I guess that's it. Now synchronize
your watches.

I have 606. I have 603. I haven't got a
watch.

601. 1115.

Tom, what have you got? Second thoughts.

Can't we just come in around 8? Fine.

Now let's have a quick recap.

They're coming.

They're coming. I'm on my way.

Come right in, Mr. McFadden. Make
yourself at home.

I'm certain the governor will be joining
us shortly. He's so looking forward to

meeting you. Well, he should be. I'm
bringing enough money into this state.

Yes. Let me fix you a little drink.

Isn't it rather dark in here?

Oh, it's always like this. The governor
insists the room be kept exactly as it

was the night he discovered Emily there
on the sofa.

Poor thing. It was a horrible way to go.

His wife, his basset hound.

I'm sorry you won't get to meet Mr.
Dubois tonight.

He's terribly upset about his secretary.

Denise? Yes.

She didn't show up for work today.

What'd she do, call in sick?

No, I'm afraid she's missing.

Well, she's a hot little number. Maybe
she took off with some guy.

That's one theory.

But not a very plausible one.

Who are you?

Inspector Frederick Snipe, Scotland
Yard.

Retired now, living in the colonies.

Inspector, why are you here?

I've been hired by the family of Denise
Stevens to find her whereabouts.

Well, may I introduce myself?

I'm Clayton Endicott III.

Ah, Clayton Endicott III.

Your reputation precedes you.

And this, no doubt, is C .C. McFadden.

How do you know that?

Elementary, my dear fellow.

You wear the tie of an Ivy League
school.

A minor one, but Ivy League nonetheless.

But the damaging evidence, of course, is
your handkerchief bearing the initials

C .C.

Amazing!

Yes, it is, isn't it?

Inspector, have you made any progress in
your investigation?

Unfortunately, Endicott, yes. I fear
Miss Stevens is met with foul play.

Foul play?

Good heavens to Betsy.

There seems to be a storm brewing.

Inspector, if I'm a suspect, I'll be
glad to answer any questions, but

no reason to detain Mr. McFadden.

I'll be the judge of that, my boy.

Mr. McFadden, I wonder if you'd be so
kind as to inform me of your whereabouts

last evening between the hours of 8 p
.m. and 1 a .m. I, uh, I was home.

Home?

Come, come, Mr. McFadden. If by home you
mean number 1365 Dreamy Draw Drive,

Ancient Oaks Estate, Cos Cobb,
Connecticut, 06807.

Don't be ridiculous. Surely you're
joking.

You were here in this city.

Well, I didn't mean home, home. I was at
my hotel.

I was at my hotel all night.

All night.

My dear fellow, what did you take me
for?

Then perhaps you can explain why you
were seen arriving twice.

I don't get you. It's very simple, my
man.

Now, you were seen arriving at your
hotel at 6 p .m. and then again at 1 a

Now, you can only arrive at a place
twice if you've left it once.

Eh? Eh?

Where did you leave and where did you
go?

I, uh... I, uh... I, uh... I, uh... I,
uh... Uh,

Endicott, are you familiar with this
dialect, I, uh?

I, uh... I see you are.

I put it to you, sir, that you had
dinner last evening with Miss Stevens.

Hi.

You wanted to see me, Inspector?

I, uh... KG, the Inspector's busy right
now. Aren't you busy right now? Yes,

he's busy right now.

But I'm an eyewitness.

Well, I, uh... This is an interesting
turn of events. Take it, Indicate.

Um, uh, Katie, why aren't you upstairs
earning your allowance?

Money isn't everything, Clayton.

I saw Denise in the parking lot last
night at exactly 12 .17.

She's doing my part. I'm the eyewitness.
I'm not even in this thing.

Mr. McFadden, that would seem to clinch
it. We have an eyewitness.

Oh, come on. You're not going to listen
to this little brat, are you? Indy,

could you be so good as to take the
young lady to her room?

Gladly. Come along, Katie. Wouldn't you
like Uncle Clayton to tuck you in?

Oh, brother.

Now, let me get this straight. You left
your hotel and you came here to the

mansion?

Look, I had a little dinner with her at
the hotel, then I brought her back here.

So what?

So what?

Yeah, so what? I'll ask the question,
sir. Don't get appetit.

Are you really from Scotland Yard? I
said so, didn't I?

What is that?

Good grief, we're in for it now.

Miss Stevens' brother, Bruno, vulgar,
violent chap.

We are connected through an unfortunate
association.

He is my employer.

What is it, Bruno?

Oh, this, you know, this is the, uh,
shoe of my sister, you know, which she

wearing last night.

Yes, let me see that.

You found this in the blue Cadillac in
the parking lot, did you not?

Well, slowly, yeah. How'd you know?

The simplicity itself.

I noticed the blue Cadillac in the
parking lot, and its tires were caked

odd reddish mud, a mud which can only be
found locally at Echo Lake.

Echo Lake?

Echo Lake. Echo Lake?

This shoe has that same mud on it.

Mr. McFadden, would you be so kind as to
let me examine your shoes?

Now, look, she begged me. She begged me
to take her to the lake, so I did.

But we had an argument.

She must have lost the shoe when she
jumped out of the car. She got a cab and

came back here. I never saw her again.

Correction, Mr.

McFadden.

You saw her at 12 .17.

Did you not remember the little brat?

Now, if you did anything to Denise, I'm
going to rip your lungs out.

Oh, please.

Mr. Stevens, come down.

Way down, baby.

The ball is in your court, Mr. McFadden.

Well, I saw her in the parking lot, and
after that, I don't know what happened

to her.

Neither do we.

However, when ordinary methods don't
work, I'm perfectly willing to try

extraordinary methods.

Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet my
associate, the world's famous psychic,

Krauss.

So, Inspector, you have another problem
for me?

Unfortunately, Madame, yes.

I feel you are looking for a young lady.

Yes, I have... I feel that she is a
short brunette with a pixie -ish

Yes, yes, I have... I feel that you have
an article of her clothing.

Madam, if you'd be so kind as to stop
feeling, I'd tell you about it.

I have her shoe.

Let me have it.

I'd be happy to.

There is evil connected to this shoe.

I see the girl who wore it.

She is in a car with a man.

He tries to do rude things to her.

They struggle.

She runs from him.

Suddenly, they are in a big house.

He catches her.

She screams.

All is dark.

She is mort.

Could you be a little bit more specific?

She is dead.

She has fallen on a foul play.

Foul play?

Dead? I think I've had enough of this.
Sit down, punk.

I call upon the spirit of Denise.

No, that's very irritating.

I ask the spirit of Denise to speak
through me.

This is crazy.

Silence, silence!

She's going into a trance!

How can you tell?

By the ugly look on my face.

Quiet!

Denise is going to speak.

This is the...

Miss Stevens, we welcome your spirit.

Thank you.

I've come back to avenge myself.

Yes, yes, we'll get to that soon. But
could you tell us what happened?

Sure.

I came into this house. It was late and
dark, but not too dark to see

the man who murdered...

Murdered? Denise was murdered?

Miss Fields, I know that this has been a
terrific strain on you.

Can you tell us his name? Please, tell
us his name.

It was C .C. Mix.

Well, sir?

There's nothing left to do but confess.

Confess? I didn't kill anybody.

And all you've got is circumstantial
evidence.

You don't even have a body.

A body?

How do you know we don't have a body?

How do you know we don't have a body
right here, for example?

In this closet, for example.

What do you think this is?

Hey, I didn't kill her. You've got to
believe me. I didn't kill her.

Yeah, I forced her to go out with me,
but I didn't kill her. But you did upset

me.

Oh, I didn't.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this little
charade because it's going to cost you

a great deal.

McFadden Textiles will never build in
this state.

That's what you think, Charles.

Daddy. C .C., my son, you are fired.

Oh, yeah?

We'll see about that.

I'm going home to tell Mother.

Tell her she's fired, too.

You wait for me, young man. I'm not
finished with you.

Well,

it didn't turn out exactly the way we
expected, but I think we made our point.

You know something? When I went into my
trance, I think I actually went over to

the other side.

It's too bad they sent you back.

Peter, now that this is all over, would
you mind telling me just exactly what

you thought you were doing?

I know. He was impersonating Sylvester
Stallone.

John Travolta.

Oh, I thought it was Rod Steiger.

No, no, no. It was Marlon Brando.

Thank you, Benson.

Doing an imitation of the Cookie
Monster.

Well, anyway, I had the hard part. I had
to move my lips while Denise was

speaking Well, that's what a dummy does