All language subtitles for S01E17 - Silence

- Do you wanna take this, Starsk?
- No, go right ahead.

- I'm busy.
- Yeah.

I thought you were busy.

You read lips?

You know your rights?

Oh, please don't cry.

Please don't cry.

Do you have identification? A wallet?

What's that all about?

Well, you see, captain...

...we were on our way to report
for duty...

...and we got a call to go to
Papa Giavonna's candy store.

You mean you two busted him
for stealing candy?

Yeah. Shoplifting.

What else were we supposed to do?

Have you ever been arrested before?
Arrested?

Did you nod?

Did you nod "yes"?

One time?

Well, wait a second.

Did he nod once
or was he arrested once?

Will you stay out of this?

You've been arrested one time? Once?

Three times.

You wanna tell me just
what the devil is going on?

- Who the devil's asking?
- My name is Ignatius.

Father Jonathan Ignatius.

I run a halfway house down in
the Bayside section for parolees...

...and this guy's one of my graduates.
What's he charged with?

Shoplifting.

Your man here stole...

...$42.30 worth of candy from
Papa Giavonna's candy store.

He insisted on pressing charges.
We had no choice.

Sure, you did. You could have
given the owner the $42.30.

He's got a point, Hutch.
Could have done that.

Wait a minute. We tried that.

- Did you?
- Yes.

Next time, try throwing in the threat
of eternal damnation for good measure.

Papa Giovanna has agreed
to withdraw the charges.

Here's the receipt. Okay?

Yeah, okay. Okay.

He says he's terribly sorry
and it will never happen again.

Yeah. Nice to have met you.

He wants you to meet his friend, R.C.

They're both ex-cons.

R.C. Lost his speech and hearing
at a prison riot...

...when a guard hit his head
with a billy club.

He hasn't been too thrilled
with cops since.

- Well, see you.
- Yeah.

Hey, you might as well
take the candy with you.

This is Zebra Three, 2: 15 a.m.

We have completed another patrol
of Sector Two. All clear.

Roger, Three.

I'm starting to feel like
a night watchman.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Would you like to see a menu?
- Depends. What's in the centrefold?

How about an 8x10 glossy
of my 6'2" boyfriend?

- How about that?
- How about that.

Well, okay, how about
two hamburgers...

...a double order of french fries...

...one of your super-duper
chocolate malts and a cup of coffee?

Oh, how about you?

A glass of water.

Sweetheart, I guess it's you and me.

- Was that Bogey?
- Yeah.

Keep practicing.

You think eating nothing for 40 hours
and drinking lots of water...

...is gonna make you healthier?
- Yeah.

It's not just to make me more healthy...

...it's to maintain my already fantastic
physical condition.

It's the natural way.
Ever seen an animal in the wild?

You ever seen a fat lion? Huh?

No.

Come to think of it, I've never seen
a thin hippopotamus either.

Wait till your order comes back.

- Oh, boy, here comes my food.
- Two-eleven at 113 Talmadge.

- That sounds like our boy. Let's go.
- That's my food.

Remember the lion, Starsk.
Remember the lion.

Later.

Listen. You don't have a chance,
so you might as well kick it in now.

- That makes me mad.
- It could've been worse.

Tore my jeans, dummy,
when I went down back there.

Hey, that's my bonnet
you're stepping on.

Why didn't you blow a bugle too?

Hey!

Go.

Hold it!

Hey!

Larry. Larry!

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

Wait. One minute.

Your cat?

No?

Yes.

Father, you told us R.C. And Larry
graduated from this place.

- They have.
- What were they doing here tonight?

They do the general maintenance here.

All current residents have outside jobs.
They only sleep here at night.

The fact is, Father Ignatius and I
are usually too busy...

...to keep up with everything that
falls apart around this old place.

Dismas Centre loaned Larry and R.C.
Money to get their print shop started.

This is their way
of paying the loan back.

You're sure both of them
were here all night?

That's right.

Jessie! You never cease to amaze me.

I figured you might need sustenance,
Father, with them around. Move it!

Plainclothes are the worst kind
of fuzz.

Oh, Jessie, they're our guests.

"Beware of false prophets that
come to you in sheep's clothing...

...and inwardly are ravenous wolves."
St. Matthew.

- No, thank you.
- No.

- Is this one of your inmates?
- Yeah, as a matter of fact, she is.

- Armed robbery.
- Armed robbery? Her?

Yeah.

What are you?
Some kind of sexist?

Father, we'd like a list
of everyone who lives here.

Why?

Because we've now cleared
Larry and R.C.?

And you still naturally presume
it's gotta be somebody who lives here?

- Well, it's possible.
- Don't you understand?

All these people are here voluntarily.
No court ordered them here.

They're here because they're sick...

...of spending their lives in jail.
And they're afraid of being sent back.

And I'm not gonna have a couple
of tinhorn cops rousting them around.

We're not gonna roust anybody.
We just wanna see a list.

I've got the papers
in my office upstairs.

It'll just take me a couple of minutes.

- Kim? Wanna help me?
- Yes, Father.

Father's not usually short-tempered.

It's just, the last couple months,
he's been working day and night.

The kid's right.
Father's been working awful hard.

Well, if he can reform a cutie like you,
it's all been worth it.

Starsk, let's check on Larry.

Larry, R.C., sorry that we
kept you so late.

Yeah.

Oh, hey. Would you like us...

...to drive you home? Home?

Okay.

All right.

Well, you know, for fuzz,
you guys are okay.

Thanks.

Did anybody ever tell you
you got a Paul Muni look to you?

Who told her to say that?

Your mother? I don't know.

A magnificent performance, as usual.

I thought so.

However, I'm afraid
we do have a problem.

None of the current residents
on that list can tie us to anything.

No, no one on the current list.

But when they get to the parole board
and start digging deeper...

...up pops Bessinger's name.

You just tell Bessinger to
keep his mouth shut and lay low.

No more robberies
until the heat lets up.

Kim, you're forgetting.

My order is sending three more priests
from back east next week...

...to help out with the work here.

If we're not gone like we plan to be,
they know I'm not the real Ignatius.

And if we skip before the police find
their cop-killing safecracker, well...

...we might as well wave a red flag
in their face and say:

"Come and get us."

We're kind of in a spot.
What should we do?

If they're looking for a safecracker,
maybe we ought to give them one.

Where are you hiding?

I suppose the cafeteria had to close
to restock supplies after you left?

I'll have you know I missed breakfast.

I couldn't eat that meal you
invited me to at your place last night.

This is the first chance I've had to sit
down and enjoy a really decent meal.

You're the one that's supposed
to be on the diet...

...and you can either stand and watch,
or you can sit down, like a man...

...and choose whatever your
blond heart desires.

Yeah, well, not for another
29 hours, Starsk.

At least we know one thing for sure.
You're not gonna die of thirst.

I'll have you know something.

If this creation could sing, dance
and whistle Dixie...

...I'd probably marry it.

Starsky, you're not gonna
have time for that.

Lab boys say our guy
made a mistake last night.

Used too big a charge.

They can tell he was using...

...jury-rigged soundproofing cups
with magnesium leaders.

And according to the computer...

...that's the specialty
of Herman Bessinger.

His last known address
was Dismas Centre.

Funny.

- Small world.
- Isn't it?

It says here he sometimes
tends bar at the Glitter Club.

I want you two to hit the streets
and find him.

Okay.

What do you think
you're gonna do with that?

- Take it with me.
- No, you're not.

You know the rule
about eating on duty.

- You're kidding?
- No, I'm not.

Now, put that down, get on the street
and see if you can find this guy.

Come on!

Captain?

I told you to get out of here
and see if you can find him, didn't I?

Well, go on, get out there!

Glitter Club. Bessinger.

Yeah, all right, I'll tell him.

Hey, you.

- Who? Me?
- No, you. I'm me.

- Yeah?
- Who ordered Chinese from next door?

- You did.
- I know that.

- Is it ready?
- Ready.

- Fantastic.
- You can't leave now. I'm winning.

I'm starving. We've been playing
shuffleboard for hours.

My arm's about to fall off.

Look. Bessinger hasn't
made his move yet...

...and I don't think he's gonna make it
while I pick up my food and come back.

Yeah, okay. Hey, that's mine!
Come on! Come on!

I'll give you an egg roll.

Glitter Club. Bessinger.

- What do you want?
- I've run into some trouble.

I'm gonna need your help
blowing this one.

- You did everything as usual?
- Everything.

I told you, it just isn't working.

I need you here. Now.

All right, all right.
I'll be there in 10 minutes.

Hey, Ray. Take over, huh?

Look at it this way, Starsk...

...you would have been hungry in
a half an hour anyway.

- Looks like we hit pay dirt.
- Yep.

Zebra Three, Zebra Three.
This is Dobey. Come in, please.

Zebra Three here. Go ahead, captain.

We got that follow-up information
on Bessinger.

Came across an interesting item.
The last year he was in prison...

... his cellmate was your friend,
Larry Horvath.

Thanks, captain.

Out the window and gone.

He's dead, Starsk.

Must have made one hell of a bang.

What's this doing here?

What?

Best-Bar.

Larry?

- Well, well, well.
- Hello, Father.

If it isn't my two favourite detectives.

Holmes and Watson, isn't it?

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.
What can I do for you? Like a cigar?

- No, thanks.
- No, thank you.

Couple of things, Father.
First, Herman Bessinger.

- Bessinger?
- Yeah.

Ex-con, ex-safecracker...

...and, as it turns out,
resident of Dismas Centre.

So what?

Well, the "so what" is that
Bessinger is dead.

And we thought if you had
told us about that the other night...

...we might have done something.

The other night, you asked me
for a list of current residents.

Bessinger hasn't lived here
in two months.

Now, if you want to get
a list of alumni...

Are you saying Herman was mixed up
in that shooting match you two had?

It's a little more than being involved.

We saw his partner run into this place.

Partner? Who'd you have in mind?

We'd like to talk to Larry.

- Sweet, smiling, kitten-loving Larry?
- Yep.

Sweet, smiling, kitten-loving Larry,
as it turns out...

...spent one whole year
as Bessinger's cellmate.

You've gotta be out of your mind.

You know Larry's a deaf mute.

- That'd make him a lousy burglar.
- Father.

The address.

510 Stanford.

He and R.C. Have an apartment
behind their shop.

Like pulling teeth.

They can't hear, so you shouldn't
have trouble sneaking up on them.

Thank you, Father.

- Larry still here with the kittens?
- Yeah.

How did it go with the cops?

They're on their way to the print shop.
Everything is right on schedule.

Larry...

...the police.

The police just left here.

I'm afraid it's going to be
just like I told you last night.

It's not going to be safe for you
to hide here anymore.

I don't know what you're going to do.
I have to have time to think.

You are going to have to
leave here now.

Now, Larry. Larry.

You know what'll happen if
the police find you. They'll use you.

Like people always use you.

They'll make you say that R.C.
Wasn't here the night they came.

You know what that means?

They wanna use you
to hurt your friend.

Now, they don't like R.C.
They wanna send him to prison again.

Now, Larry...

...you know they can make you say
anything they want. You know that.

You'll have to trust me.

Do you have the gun I told you
to bring from the shop?

The gun?

Now, I'm gonna have Kim
drive you into town.

Kim...

...drive you to town.

Believe me, everything is gonna
work out for the best.

Nice place.

Nice place.

Real fine, R.C.

Where's Larry? Larry?

- He's not here, huh?
- R. C...

Time? What time...

...will Larry return, come back?

Where did he go?
Where did Larry go?

Just no way to get to him.

- R.C., R.C.
- Friend, friend.

Yeah. Larry...

- Larry is a friend. Friend of ours.
- We wanna help him.

R.C., Larry's in trouble. Understand?
He's in trouble.

We wanna help him.

"R.C., I had to run away so the police
won't find me. You know why. Larry."

Thank you.

I want an APB on Larry Horvath.

- No.
- What?

Cap, you issue an APB on Larry,
might as well issue his death warrant.

Some patrolman spots Larry, tells him
to halt, Larry won't understand.

He's liable to get frightened,
run and catch a bullet.

Captain, more than that...

...we don't believe that he did it.

Okay, but two nights ago,
you chased him to Dismas Centre...

...and the night of the robbery
where you found Bessinger...

...you found a candy wrapper.

Now you tell me he's disappeared.

And this note?
Why, that's almost a confession.

He may not be your prime suspect,
but he is involved.

And besides which,
a police officer has been killed.

My hands are tied.
I don't have any choice.

Dobey here.
I want an APB on Larry Horvath.

White, male, 34.

Suspect might be
armed and dangerous.

Look where you're going.

Watch it.

What the...?

You gave us the note.

It doesn't help much.

Maybe we're not making
ourselves clear. R. C...

...follow me. Larry...

...is out in the city.

He's walking around.

If a cop...

...cop, sees Larry...

...he's gonna shoot him.

A patrol car...

A patrol car, a police car,
almost had him 20 minutes ago.

He came that close to being
a dead man. Dead man.

- What does that mean?
- It means he understands. Speed up.

Then help us find him.

Why not?

"Prison."

You know, R.C., the funny thing...

Look, what you don't
understand is that...

...we don't think Larry's involved
with the safecracking.

We think somebody framed him.

Somebody who frightened him enough
to make him run.

Oh. The thought had crossed our mind.

You can't talk when
they're looking at you.

"Larry is my friend." Yes, we know!

"My only friend."

Then how do we find him?

If we're going to save Larry's life...

...we have to work together.

- "How?"
- How?

That's a hell of an answer.

- "Places"?
- "Place"...

Place? Places...

Places where... Where he hangs out.
Okay, come on. Let's get out of here!

Nope.

- Anything?
- No. What about you?

Nothing.

Well, R.C., where next?

R.C., no place else?

I hate to be crass, but...

...I haven't eaten since
this whole thing began.

You know I think better
on a full stomach.

Hey, R.C., you hungry?

He's hungry. You can watch.

- Well?
- Everything is just fine.

Did almost lose him to a couple cops,
but fat boy gave them the slip.

- Where is he now?
- Over at the Nuart Theatre on Hayes.

Found an all-cowboy show.

He seems to have
settled himself in pretty good.

I'd say he's accomplished just about
everything we could have hoped for.

And now, the sooner
we finish him off, the better.

Two hamburgers, right?

Lettuce, tomato, mayonnaise, salt,
pepper, relish and lots of onions.

- Starsk?
- What?

- Glass of water.
- Oh, yeah. Water. Three.

You got me drinking water.

Any brainstorms?

Why would Larry run?

According to Dobey,
it's because he's guilty.

Well, let's forget Dobey for a minute.

Assuming...

...that he isn't guilty, why did he run?

Unless...

...maybe he was trying
to protect somebody.

But what if somebody convinced Larry
that he did do it?

Well, it would have to be
someone he trusted...

...someone who knew sign language.

Somebody who had access
to prison records.

Somebody who knew Larry
and Bessinger were cellmates.

Right.

You get back to the print shop, okay?

We'll see you there as soon
as we know anything.

What?

I don't know what'll happen first,
whether I'll go broke or hungry.

Zebra Three, Zebra Three,
come in, please.

Zebra Three here. Go ahead.

I called Philadelphia and got
that information on Ignatius.

White male, 180 pounds, about 6 feet.

Matches so far.

And when you see him,
wish him happy birthday.

According to the priest I talked to,
he's 71 today.

Ten-four.

Seventy-one?

- Lighten up, you guys.
- Where is he?

- You got nothing on me.
- Where is he?

How about murder one? Killing a cop
in this state requires the death penalty.

- I didn't do that. It was Marty!
- Marty who?

Marty. He's the name
of your fake priest?

Yeah.

What happened to the real one?
Where's the real Ignatius?

They killed him. But I didn't do that.

You convince me.

Where's Marty?
What's he doing with Larry?

One, please.

Enjoying yourself, Larry?

Larry.

Larry. Larry.

I want you to come outside with me.
I want to talk to you.

I want to talk to you outside.

Larry...

Larry, it'll only take a minute. Larry.

Get the manager on the phone.
There may be trouble.

Larry, just for a minute. Come on.

Larry...

All right, now I want you to
come outside with me. Right now!

Hold it! Police!

Everybody, stay down!

Take care of that man and get
everybody out of the theatre!

- Starsk, where are you?
- Right here.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

- I got the front.
- Okay, I'm going in.

Hey!

Hey.

Hey.

Hey!

Hey, Starsk.

Do you think Pat O'Brien
will ever forgive us?

What's in there? Come on.
What is it? What is it?

- Hey.
- Look at that.

Is that... Is that for us?

What?

Those cats...

...are for us. Oh, that's nice.

Hey, R. C...

All right, look. Larry, R. C...

...my house is too small.

Yeah, Larry...

...I'm hardly ever home. Sorry.

What?

Those cats... Yeah?

- Your cats.
- Your cats.

Oh, you're the papa.

Oh, I got it. I got it, I got it.
The cats are named Starsky and Hutch.

Sure. You just brought them
down to show us?

- That's it. Terrific.
- They're cute. They're nice.

- Hey, that's Starsky.
- No, no, no.

- No, that's Hutch. That's Starsky.
- What are you saying? That's Starsky.

This cute little burglar. Look at that.

Oh, you cute little thing, you.

- Hey, kitty, kitty.
- That one looks more like me than you.

What's the matter?

I don't even think this is my cat.

- What are you talking about?
- That's Starsky.

That's Hutch.

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