All language subtitles for Dream On (1990) S03E15 AI.en

One million dollars.

- No, no. No, no way, forget it.
- Okay, four million.

Are you telling me
you wouldn't fuck a chicken

for four million dollars
tax free?

There isn't any rule against it.
It's been done before.

- Would anyone have to watch?
- Absolutely.

Madison Square Garden,
center court,
half time at a Knicks game.

- Just you and the chicken.
- Who are the Knicks playing?

I'll have to get back
to you on that.

- Once again next week?
- You got it.

Whoa.

- See you, Tom.
- Okay. See you.

- Hi Toby, I'm back.
- Yippee, how was lunch?

- Great.
- Really?

No tension,
no awkward resentment?

No, of course not.

- Why should there be?
- No reason.

Just because your lunch buddy
stole your favorite writer.

- Here are your messages.
- What are you talking about?

I'm talking about your friend
with the million dollar smile

is editing
the new Jefferson Cats book.

What? No.

No, no, no, no.
You've got to be mistaken.
Jefferson Cats is my writer.

Was your writer till
a certain editor had dinner
with Gibby last night.

He can't do this to me.

The ungrateful,
unpatriotic, unmentionable...

- Where'd you hear this?
- Gibby's secretary,
Juana Martini.

She's a regular Liz Smith.

I don't believe this.

I paid for his lunch.

I don't fucking believe you!
Let me tell you something.
Jefferson Cats is mine.

I brought him to Whitestone.

I edited the Cuban Deception

and the entire whistling
Frenchman series.

And you are way
out of line here, Tom.
Shame on you.

Shame on you.

If there is one thing

that distinguishes
a man from a beast,

it's the ability to understand

and understanding forgive.

Okay, Tom, I'm sure there's
another side to the story.

But I just...

Don't ignore me, Tom.

Tom.

Tom?

Ah! Hey!

Oh, Toby. Toby!

Tom?

Well, that is that.

I just-- I don't believe it.

He-- he was fine at lunch.

Lunch?
Yeah, where'd you guys go?

One minute you're laughing
and joking and stealing
people's writers, you know.

And the next it's an aneurysm
and you're gone.

I mean,
Tom was a healthy guy, you know.

- He worked out.
- That doesn't mean anything.

My cousin Sal,
he used to run seven miles every
day with his collie, Scout.

Then one day, poof, Sal's dead.

- Heart attack.
- No.

Scout turned on him,
ripped his throat off.

- Really?
- That's why I fish.

Who are you people?

Tom is dead. He's dead.

- I mean, this could have
happened to any one of us.
- And it could happen to you.

Excuse me.

Well guy, we'll miss him.

Yeah.
Dibs on his office.

Look at this.

Look at this
26-year-old woman dead.

She was walking down the street
and a piece of masonry
just fell in her head.

They saved me the comics.

I'm not keeping up with
Garfield the way I should.

But, you know, you get busy.

And this guy,
34 years old, coronary.

They found him slumped over
the cantaloupes at D'Agostino's.

Oh, look at this guy,
96 years old, died in his sleep.

See? See? Sleep isn't even safe.

I mean, don't we--

doesn't the randomness
of it all just scare you?

No. Because I know
I'm gonna die at 83

at the hands of a jealous lover.

- Excuse me?
- My psychic told me.

Ridiculous.

- No kidding.
- Hey, they're not supposed to
tell you when you're gonna die.

But if you slip her
an extra 50 bucks.

Hey, I'm going there tonight.

- You want to come?
- I think I'll pass, thanks.

Fine. Live in fear.

Oh, look. Those killer bees
finally made it to America.

And it could happen to you.

Okay, Toby.

We're gonna go back again
into your past lives.

Close your eyes.

Feel how heavy they are.

Heavier. Heavier.

Let your body relax.

You feel calm.

Serene.

You sure
I can't get you something?

A bowl of sea water?

No. Thank you.

Feel the weight leave your body.

It's if you're floating
above the chair.

- I got hummus.
- No, no, really.

- It'll just go bad.
- That's okay. That's okay.

I'm just fine.

Okay, Toby.

Let yourself drift back
into the darkness.

To a life
you departed long before.

Where are you?

I'm in an orchard.

I have an axe.

I'm chopping down a cherry tree.

Listen, this mental
illumination drivel is a racket,

and you've gone for it,
hook, line, and sinker.

Keep your opinions to yourself.

- What?
- You've been able to read my
mind for some time, haven't you?

What do you expect?

I'm a psychic.
It says so on the door.

Queen of hearts.

- Oh, my God.
- I cannot tell a lie.

- Are you finished?
- My teeth feel funny.

Please,
I need to know my destiny.

Oh, this I gotta see.

50 bucks.

Okay.

When am I gonna die?

Tomorrow? Two years? 30 years?

I mean, how much time do I have?

You wanna see your future,

you gotta start with your past.

Okay?

- Okay.
- All right.

Close your eyes, Martin.

Let your body relax.

Allow yourself
to fall into the pits.

Fall deep into your soul.

Deeper...

Yesterday is today.

And today is tomorrow.

The past, the present,

the future are all one.

So sayeth the ancient
Hindu father, Vishnu.

Who are you?

Martauk. Lawmaker.

Next chief man
to high priestess.

I'm some kind of lawmaker,

and I have a very big hat.

Come back, Martin.

Find the life that's closer

to the one you live in now.

Where are you?

I'm on stage.

I'm dancing.

I'm a hula girl.

Boy, I feel so free.

I'm so pretty.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you all.

What? What?

Toby, you're out of here.

All right, all right.

I'll see you next Wednesday.

And I'll see you
tomorrow, Bubbles.

Okay. Where to now?

We're gonna go
to your last life.

The life that has
the most impact on your future.

Go back to that life.

Where are you?

I'm in a house.

I have to make a phone call.
It's very important.

I don't have much time.

Three...

four, three...

...O, five, nine, nine.

- Hello?
- Is Josh McLean there, please?

Oh, I'm sorry he isn't.

He's out of town.
This is Mrs. McLean speaking.

- Can I take a message?
- Where is he?

Well, he left for San Francisco
the day before yesterday.

Who is this speaking?

Do you mean
he's on a train or something?

No, he flew out.

Who is this, please?

Mrs. McLean,
I'm Mrs. Leon Jacks.

- Do you know who I am?
- Yes, I think so.

Mrs. McLean,
you've got to help me.

I don't know if you remember
at the trial, there was

a lot of talk about a letter,
a letter that never turned out.

Well, anyway, it would've
proved that my husband
was in Canada on Memorial Day

and couldn't have
committed the murder.

Well, I've never
given up looking for it,

and tonight I found it.

Are you listening?

Yes, yes, I'm listening.

Well, I called the prison,

and the warden said that
your husband is the only person

who can stop them
from killing Leon.

If I could just talk
to Josh McLean for a second,

I know he'd realize
the importance of this letter.

Mrs. Jacks...

the execution is today,
isn't it?

Tonight at 8:30,

in 25 minutes.

Mrs. McLean, I've never given up

when he tried to prove
that Leon didn't do this.

Telephone him in San Francisco.

He's at the Golden State Hotel.

He always stays there,
and I'm sure you can reach him.

- The Golden State Hotel?
- That's right.

And if there's anything else,
please let me know.

Yes, Mrs. McLean,
I've got to hurry.

I wish I could help you more.

What are you doing?
I don't have much time.

I have to call San Francisco.

Not now, you don't. Time's up.

But my husband?
What about my husband?

- His life's at stake.
- I know, I know.

But I've got to pick my kid up
at his piano lesson.

See you.

Look out!

Where the hell have you been?
It's 9:45.

So it's 9:45.
What's the big deal?

The big deal is
I've been worried sick.

You take the subway.

Anything can happen
on the subway.

I'm sorry,
I slept through my alarm.

Yeah, well,
you could have called.

All right, next time I'll call.

I think it's
a decaf day for you.

So,
what'd you think about Carmen?

- Oh, well, she was...
- Amazing.

- All right.
- All right, nothing.

I was there when you were
Martauk the Lawmaker.

Admit it, Martin.
You were wrong and I was right.

I'll admit the experience had
a certain novelty, but come on.

It's nothing to get
excited about.

Ziva holds your destiny
within her hands.

Uh, I got to run down

and get a-- a pack of gum.

So I'll be back in, like,

you know, hour and a half.

I'm coming.

All right!

Hi, how are you?
Shall we get started?

I'd like to take care
of finances first.

Huh? Oh, yeah.

It'll be 100.

100? What happened to 50?

The conclusion of your past life

holds the key to the mystery
of your present life.

If you're not interested,
I've got dishes to do.

Okay.

Okay.

Would you like a cup of tea?

How much is that? Another 20?

You've got a lot of hostility.

Sorry. Sorry.
I'm just a little keyed up.

You know, with my husband
on death row and all.

I understand.

Close your eyes.

Relax.

Let the calmness surround you.

Anthony!

Would you shut up?
I'm working in here!

Sorry.

You feel peaceful.

Go deep into your soul.

Deeper.

- Hello.
- Mrs. McLean.

This is Mrs. Jacks again.
I-- I can't locate your husband.

He isn't at the hotel.
He hasn't even registered.

Is there some other place, some
other hotel where he might be?

Yes. My sister.

Mrs. DC Elder at Cyprus--

That's C-Y-P-R-U-S Drive,
Oakland.

DC Elder, Cyprus Drive, Oakland.

And if he isn't there,
she'll know where he is.

Mrs. McLean,
there's only ten minutes more.

I must hurry.

Hurry, operator. Hurry, please.

Long distance.

Mrs. DC Elder,
Cyprus Drive, Oakland.

Mrs. DC Elder.
Is that C-Y-P-R-E-S Drive?

U-S, operator.

It's U-S.

Hold the line, please.

Oh, God. Make-- make...

Make them answer.

Please.

I'm sorry, madam.

1999 does not answer.

Shall I try them again
in 20 minutes?

20 minutes?

I told you, you...

...Stupid fucking...

What's the use?

No. I won't.

I won't give up.

I don't give up.

- Hello?
- Mrs. McLean,
I'm nearly out of my mind.

Your sister's number
doesn't answer.

Oh, Mrs. McLean,
is there nothing else I can do?

- Oh, I'm nearly crazy. I...
- Listen...

my sister has some
very dear friends that live
right across the street.

Their name is Henderson.

Robert Henderson, Cyprus Drive.
Try it.

The Lord is my shepherd. I shall
not want.

He makes me lie down
in green pastures.

He leads me beside
the still waters.

He restores my soul.

He leads me in
the path of righteousness
for His name's sake.

Hello?

- Mr. Henderson.
- Yeah?

Mr. Henderson,
I can't go into a long story.

Do you know Judge Josh McLean?

I believe
his wife's sister lives
across the street from you.

It's terribly urgent that
I contact Judge McLean at once.

Sure, I know Judge McLean.
I drove him to the railway
station this morning.

- What?
- Judge McLean

took the Southern
Pacific West Coast Limited

for Portland this morning.

Mr. Henderson,
I'm in terrible trouble.

I just got
to talk to Judge McLean.

- Well, I don't see how you can.
He took the train this morning.
- Mr. Henderson.

Well, my husband is being
executed tonight for murder.

A murder he didn't commit.

If I can't get Judge McLean,

they're going to kill Leon.

Oh, my Lord,
I come and ask you for...

Please, God, I'm so desperate!

Listen, Mrs. Jacks,
you'll get him at Dunsmuir.

That's a town along the line.

The train stops
at Dunsmuir for half an hour.

It's a divisional point
on the railway.

All right. I'll try.

Hang on quickly.

Have you finished, Madam?

Operator, I don't know
whether you can do this.

A man's life.

Will you get me
the railroad station

at Dunsmuir, California?

...receiving power,
and through the path...

Oh, God, if you've ever
helped anyone, help me now.

Oh, my God. It's me.

I'm Leon Jacks.
They're going to kill me.

Can I get you a cookie
for the road?

What are you talking about?
I'm about to be executed
and you're offering me a cookie?

They're lemon!

Five more minutes.
Come on. Come on.

They're hooking
electrical things up to my head.

I'm sorry.
We're all out of time.

Oh. Okay. I know how this works.

You want more money. How much?

Come on. Come on. How much?

Nothing.
I got a 12 o'clock pedicure.

Hey, I got a life, too,
you know?

You see, I was a woman, okay?

And then it turned out
that I was the husband.

- You were a woman?
- Well, I've been a woman before,
you know, back in the '20s.

- Uh-huh.
- I was a stripper.

And I'm sure
you were very good at it.

Martin, I'm writing down
the name of a therapist.

- He's excellent.
- Therapy?

This stuff makes therapy
look like child's play.

Can therapy answer
the riddles of the unknown?

Huh? I don't think so.

Martin, come on.
This is me you're talking to.
You can't honestly believe--

Jude, I know how this sounds,
but you'll have to come with me.

I mean, you could have
been anybody, you know?

You could have been...

Cleopatra.

Toby was George Washington,
you know,

and I was Martauk,
Martauk the lawmaker.

His name is Dr. Chapnick.

I'll tell him not to
give you any medication.

That'll be 300.

What? That's ridiculous.

It's your execution.

You miserable witch.

Who are you calling a bitch?

Witch. I was thinking witch.

Pay attention, will you?

- I only brought 100.
- I take these and MasterCard.

I'm assuming
you're under your limit.

Oh, there's a little
space there for a tip.

I'm just saying.

Okay. You know the ropes.

Could I have a receipt, please?

Close your eyes.

You feel serene.

Serener.

Go deep into that soul.

Deeper. Deeper.

Leon's
only got two minutes more.

Oh, God in heaven,
help me, what'll I do?

Oh, please, please,
God, make them hurry.

- Hello? Hello?
- Will you just
talk to anyone there, madam?

Yes, anyone.

Hello, Depot.

Listen, whoever you are,
this is a terribly urgent call.

Did the Southern Pacific
West Coast Limited get in there?

- To Portland?
- Sure, lady.

The West Coast Limited is here
now, and the next stop is--

There's a Judge McLean.

Did-- did you get that?

- Yeah. Who's he?
- Will you shut up
and listen to me for a minute?

He's on that train.

Tell him there's a letter.
Tell him.

Tell him
his-- his wife's been killed.

Get it.

This is Judge McLean.
What's this about my wife?

There's nothing the matter
with your wife, she's fine.

I had to say that because--
so that the man in the station--

Listen, Judge.

This is Mrs. Jacks.
Judge, I found the letter.

You know what this letter means.

It proves that Leon's innocent.

Get off the phone.
I'll call the prison at once.

Get off the phone.

Oh, God.
Please, let them wait, please.

Please, God.
You know he's innocent.

You know he is.

He never hurt anyone
in his whole life.

No. You don't need to tell me.

You've done it.

You killed the only man
I've ever...

Stop it! Stop it!

- Hello.
- Mrs. Jacks?

Yes. This is Mrs. Jacks.

Mrs. Jacks,
this is Warden Stevens.

I've been calling and calling.
Your line's been
constantly busy.

The fact is,
I decided on my own authority,

even if the governor
suspends me, to delay
your husband's execution,

pending investigation
of this new evidence.

Hello, Mrs. Jacks?

Leon's right here.
I'll let him speak to you.

Darling, it's me.

Oh, Leon.

Leon, my darling.

I'm alive.

I'm alive!

- I'm alive.
- Yes, you are.

So what does that mean?

I mean, in terms of my future.

The future of my present life.

Let me see your palm.

Hmm. Nice long lifeline.

You'll live another 40 years.

Maybe more.

Wait a minute.

You could have
told me that 450 bucks ago.

Hey, it's the business.

I'm alive, everybody!

Hey, Mary, how you doing?

Come here. I'm gonna get ya.

Hey, Carter.
You can't have my office.

- You wanna know why?
- Why?

Huh? I'm alive.

Toby!

Toby!

I'm alive!

Holy shit!