All language subtitles for Cannon - S01e15

( dramatic theme playing )

Slip on the jacket.

Listen, uh,
what's supposed to happen?

Zip it up, zip it up.

Okay, fine. You look great.

Put the wallet
in your back pocket.

No, listen,
I don't want your wallet.

Just do it.

You said you were gonna give me
a ride to San Diego, man.

I thought you were straight.
The ID bracelet.

Wh-What are you, some kind of a
weirdo, dressing me up like this?

And the ring.

What's your name?

Lloyd.

Lloyd, nothing to be afraid of.

Nobody's gonna hurt you.

Could I get
a little service here?

Yes, sir, what would you like?

Let me have a hamburger
and a cup of...

Forget it.

( car engine starts )

( tires squeal )

Code three, code three.

Units eight and 12.

We are in pursuit of a suspect

believed to be Doyle Hoffner,
Repeat, Doyle Hoffner.

( police sirens wailing )

( tires screeching )

( ominous theme playing )

Get him. Get Hoffner.

I can't reach him in there.
He's got himself.

No, get him.

Easy, Jerry. Take it easy.
Hoffner's dead.

( upbeat theme playing )

ANNOUNCER:

Starring William Conrad.

With guest stars Martin Sheen,

Dan Travanti,
Collin Wilcox Horne.

ANNOUNCER:

( upbeat theme playing )

Jerry,
do you know the old saying,

"Why is it
that everything I like

"is either illegal, immoral...

BOTH: Or fattening?"
Yeah, well,

let me show you something.
( laughs )

I picked up this little
work of art on the way home,

and I was going to dunk it

in a beautiful bubbling pot
of Swiss fondue,

and then I thought about it
and I turned chicken.

Look, I hope I'm not
barging in on you.

I mean,
you don't have anything going?

Yeah, I got something going.
A lousy omelet. Heh.

How've you been, Jer?

Fine, just fine.

I got a low-calorie
present for you.

Yeah?

There you go.
What?

Well, you got me hooked
on tying flies

when you brought me that kit
in the hospital.

Did you do these?

Yeah.

CANNON:
Jer, thank you.

They're beautiful.

JERRY:
Don't thank me.

Just make sure
the fish are clean

before you give them to me.

Look at that ginger quill.

Why, sure,
that's a work of art in itself.

Ah, Jer, thank you very much.
How about a drink, huh?

Yeah, sure.
Good, good.

Hey, thank you.

My pleasure.

Ha!

Eh, neat, huh?

Right.
Good.

Seems to me
I remember something about that.

Been a long time, huh?

Thank you.
Cheers.

Cheers.

( sighs )

You, uh...

You check the FAA. about
that, uh, thing I suggested?

The training
for air traffic controller?

Nope.

What about the motor vehicle
license examiner?

Nope.

Well, what have you been doing
with your time, kid?

Reading magazines.

Now, come on, Jer,

you've been off the force
for eight months now.

What are you gonna do,
lean back on your pension

for the rest of your life?

That's not like you.

I'm only referring to one
magazine specifically, Frank.

Take a look.

What?

The man I circled.

CANNON:
Who is it?

JERRY:
Doyle Hoffner.

Oh, boy.

No, Frank, he's alive.

Somebody else burned up
in that car, not Hoffner.

I'm telling you he's alive!

You have been telling the whole
detective division that

for the last eight months

and not one of them
has agreed with you.

Frank, I saw Hoffner
with my own eyes

running away from the fire.

You were in pain,
you were in shock.

Now, as a trained
police officer,

would you take
the word of a witness

who was on the verge
of passing out?

All right, fine.

Let's say I was delirious,
I only imagined what I saw.

What about this?

Now, you check Hoffner's
police mug shot

against that photograph and
tell me it's not the same man.

When was this magazine
layout shot?

Last month.

He's alive, Frank,
can't you see it?

He's alive! Can't you see
it's the same man?

No, I can't see it
because the photo

isn't clear enough
for a positive ID, Jerry.

All right, Frank,
look at it this way.

Here's Hoffner
heisting a payroll,

knocking off a guard and
escaping with $110.000 in cash.

Now, you gonna tell me
he's dumb enough

to go up to a place
and order a cheeseburger

with two police motorcycles
parked out front?

"Was." Was dumb enough.
The man is presumed to be dead.

Frank, the whole thing
was a setup.

Hoffner planted
his identification

on somebody else whose body
was burned beyond recognition,

and my partner and I
were played for suckers.

What does your partner say?

Well, like everybody else,
he doesn't want to get involved.

He's afraid he might end up
like me on the crank list.

Maybe that's where you belong.

Yeah, but what if I don't?

What if I'm right, Frank,

and Hoffner's out there
laughing?

You and I are no longer on the
force, but I'm still cop enough

to want to see him get nailed
and, damn it, Frank, so are you!

Did you show this magazine lead

to Lieutenant Gifford?
Of course.

And when he asked me one
question I couldn't answer,

he said, "Forget it."
What was the question?

( sighs )

With $110.000
in unmarked bills,

why is Hoffner
sweating in the desert

when he could be living it up

on the Riviera
or some such place?

Look, to that question,
I have an answer.

Any payroll
has a lot of new bills

that have consecutive numbers,

and every teller
in the country's

gonna have
a list of them, right?

Now, Hoffner's gotta know
they're gonna be hot,

so he wouldn't take a chance
of spending a dollar of it.

What does he do?

He lays back low for a long time

until everything cools down.

That's the kind of a guy he was,
a planner, very deliberate.

How do you know that?

Well, I, uh, checked the file.

( scoffs )

Once over lightly,
you understand.

There's a reward
for the money, you know.

At any rate, I figured
I couldn't make a living

investing time in something
that's that much of a long shot.

Frank, can you afford
to invest a little more time

to check out this lead?

All right, Jer, all right.

( sighs )

Under one condition:

That if this lead
doesn't pan out,

you get off this Hoffner kick.
You put him out of your mind,

and you pull up your socks

and you get your life
rolling again, all right?

All right, I promise I'll try.

But some things aren't so easy
to put out of your mind.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

CANNON:
You sure you haven't seen him?

Thank you.

I'm looking for a guy,
uh, right there.

See, I'm doing
a-a-a follow-up feature

for the, uh, next issue
of the magazine and, uh...

Well, wait a minute,
here's a better picture of him.

It's a blow-up of this, huh?
Uh, do you know him?

I never seen him before.

Hey, uh, come on, man,
don't put me on.

Th-That's you there
with him, isn't it?

Well, isn't it?
Isn't that you? Look.

Do you have the heat
or something?

Heat? Me?

Freak off!

Look, all I'm asking
is where I can find him.

Well, I don't know
where you can find him, man,

but I do know where you can
find a whole mess of trouble.

Thanks a whole heap.

Any luck?

Well, whoever he is,
they're protecting him.

That figures.
I know these people, Frank.

Some of them are Sunday bikers

who work regular jobs
during the week,

and some of them are bums
who don't work at all.

Yeah.

But they all belong
in the same cycle clan

and they all protect their own.

( bike engine revving )

That was no accident, Frank.

Something's going on here.

Yeah, but like the officer said
to the complainant,

"Where's your proof?"

Look, why don't you work
up this way?

I'll work this side, okay?

Eh, tres tacos, por favor.

Tres, ser?

Uh, dos tacos, por favor.

( speaking in Spanish )

Ah, thank you, thank you.

Gracias.

( bike engine revs )

( mysterious theme playing )

Hey, what's happening here?

Say again?

Why, I asked you
what's happening?

Ecology.

Just trying
to keep the place clean.

Oh. Oh, that's terrific.

Hey, you got a reason
for picking the can up that way?

Germs.

Well, now,
what do you mean, "germs"?

He doesn't want
to go to the hospital.

Do you?

( tires squeal )

Jerry!

I'll stop him.

Not like that you don't.

What did you do that for?
I could have stopped him!

You could have committed murder.

He's an escaping felon!

Look, Jerry, you're not
a police officer anymore.

You have no legal right
to carry that gun.

Escaping felon.

You don't even know
it was Hoffner.

You don't know
it was Hoffner. I do.

( sighs )

I know something else too.

He got away.

Give it to me.

( dramatic theme playing )

Say, any of you people see
what happened here

before those four men rode off?

Well, nothing really happened.

What do you call nothing?

One of them almost ran us down.

Oh, it was just a stunt.

He really wasn't
gonna touch you.

What about the guy
with the chain?

I suppose he wasn't
gonna use it?

Well, he didn't, did he?

No, he didn't.

MAN:
Hey, they're all right.

You know,
they just like to act tough.

They don't mean any harm.

They got names?

Robbie is one.
That's what they called him.

What about the guy
in the fancy helmet?

The one who didn't gang up
with the others,

who rode off by himself?

Uh, that must be Lucky.

Lucky what?

Who knows?

Anybody know where they live,
any of them?

Some of them live
out in the desert.

You know, desert people.

Great, now we gotta scour
the whole southwest desert.

MAN:
Hey, one of them works. Robbie.

And he has
a perfectly respectable job.

Well, do you know where?

Sure I know where.
It's Wick's Garage.

"Closed Sundays till 2 p. m."

What time is it now?

It's 11.
That's three hours to go.

Hoffner could be clean
out of the state in three hours.

Yeah, if he is,
then he is Hoffner.

But if he's just
harmless old Lucky,

he's not going much of anywhere.

Well, I can get hold of Wick
faster than that.

Uh, operator, uh,
yeah, good morning.

Do you have a listing
for a party by the name of Wick?

No, no, not Wick's Garage.

Uh, I want to talk to the owner.

Mm-hm, yeah, Wick.

Uh, operator, uh, never mind,
um, I'll call later.

Hey!

Hey!

What are you doing, Jerry?
Get down from there.

Gimme a hand, Frank,

I can see a ledger in there
and account books.

I said get down.

All I want from in there
is some kind

of a payroll record with
Robbie's full name and address.

What if somebody sees you
and calls the local cop?

Look, I'm just trying
to get us going

without losing any more time.

Tell you how much time
you're going to lose:

Two years
for breaking and entering.

Nah, nobody's gonna see me.

MAN:
Is there some problem here?

JERRY:
What?

Uh, no, uh, no problem.

You'll have to do better, son,
standing on that box,

prying at the window.

I seen you.
I live across the street.

Also, I own this place.

Nobody's gonna see you, huh?

Look, uh, Mr. Wick,

I think maybe we'd better
start at the bottom line, huh?

You see, we're looking
for a motorcycle rider

by the name of Lucky.

Did you get my things together?

Yeah.

Here.

You want some money?

Whatever you can spare.

( cash register dings )

Pay you just as soon
as I get back.

Sure.

You say that like you think
I'm not coming back.

Are you?

Hey.

Phylis, I said I'm coming back.

Now, why do you think I'm not?

Why a lot of things?

Why my whole life?

Why do all the good things

happen to other people
and not to me?

Phyl, I am coming back.

Yeah?
Then why are you going away?

All right, why?

All right, that's fair enough.

I'm like you:
Why a lot of things?

Why was I...?

Why was I a dumb kid years ago

that robbed a gas station
and got a record?

Oh, no, come on.

Lucky, they're not
still after you about that.

No is right.

Now they want me
for things I never did.

They came to the bike rally
this morning asking around

like I'm public enemy
number one.

I'm telling you,
I'm just a jump ahead of them.

Oh, Lucky, I'm sorry.

I mean it, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

Look, just give me five minutes

I can get my things together,
okay?

No.
Look, I can close up the cafe.

I don't care about the cafe.

Please, I want to be with you.
I can help you.

No. No, no.

The way you can really
help me, Phyl,

is to stay right here.

This must be the one you mean.

A friend of my mechanic's
came in

for some plugs and points
yesterday,

got paid in a check
made out to him.

That's his endorsement
on the back.

CANNON:
L.K. Ferris.

What is the Cold Springs Cafe?

Oh, a little old place

down the road
to Devil's Playground.

And the signature,
Phylis Langley?

She's the woman
who runs the place.

And for what it's worth... Yeah?

They say he has
the inside track with her.

And that's it, that's all
I'm asking you to do, Phyl.

There isn't anybody else alive
I'd trust to do it for me.

You will, won't you?

Sure, of course I will.

I'll call you soon as I can.

Okay.

Do you have to go right now?

I mean, maybe
they won't even come here.

Well, um, I gotta pick up
some stuff at my place

before I take off,
as long as I got the time.

( phone rings )

Hello, Cold Springs Cafe.

Who is this?

Just a minute.

It's him.
He's coming out here.

Well, I was wrong.
I got no time.

( bike engine revs )

Hello?

Excuse me if I don't stop
and talk with you gentlemen.

I gotta clean this place up.
It's a mess. Excuse me.

Mm, seems very clean
to me, Miss Langley.

As a matter of fact, I don't see
a speck of dust around anywhere.

Especially on the doorknobs.

But just think, I could have
saved you all the trouble.

What?

Well, I forgot to tell you
that I didn't bring

my little giant
fingerprint kit with me.

You can just stop that
what you're hinting at.

Lucky is Lucky Ferris.

He's not some person
named Hoffner.

How long
have you known him personally?

Eight years.

Couldn't be more like
eight months, could it, miss?

I said eight years, didn't I?

So I know he couldn't
have been in prison

like that person
that you're looking for.

Then how come
he ran away from us?

PHYLIS:
Who said he ran away from you?

He split.

He felt like splitting
and he split.

Is that a crime too?

Then how come
he won't talk to us?

Who said
he wouldn't talk to you?

I don't suppose
you're gonna tell us

where we can find him, are you?

Yeah, if you wanna know,

I'll tell you exactly
where you can find him.

Thirty-four miles straight back,

entrance to an abandoned
mine shaft.

And this is the only way
in or out.

That's what the lady said.

You believe her?

Well, there are two
possibilities.

One: It's true
that Lucky is Lucky

and that's where he's living.

Two: It's a phony and, uh,
he's really Hoffner

and he wants us to go
thisaway while he goes thataway.

At any rate, I wanna go
to Wick's Garage now.

Why there?

I wanna rent a jeep
and check out

that location Phylis gave us.

I want you to stay
at the garage, huh?

Uh, in case
I'm on a wild goose chase.

Why, you can maybe
pick up a better lead

from that motorcycle gang.

But that's not
the only reason, is it, Frank?

No, as a matter of fact,
it isn't.

I don't wanna have to worry
about whether you've forgotten

what every policeman
should know:

how to control himself.

You understand?

Yeah, I understand.

But you still don't believe
we're after a killer, do you?

( suspenseful theme playing )

Jerry! Don't go in there!

( breathing heavily )

( coughing ):
You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Well? Do you believe me now?

( mysterious theme playing )

Aren't you surprised?

No.

No, huh?

That means you expect people

to live through
dynamite blasts, right?

You know, uh,

Lucky wasn't there,
incidentally,

though you really didn't
expect him to be, did you?

No.

He told you to send me
out there, didn't he?

I think it's awful
to hound a man to death

for something he did
a long time ago.

Did he tell you that you were
sending me out there

to set off a booby trap
and blow myself to pieces?

Oh, come on, Lucky wouldn't
do a thing like that.

I think he made you
an accomplice

to attempted murder.

Why don't you
tell the sheriff that, huh?

Call the sheriff
and tell him that.

I dare you.

No, you're not gonna
call him, are you?

Because you're lying.

You know something?

You're a funny girl, Phylis.

Why do you care
for that guy that much?

No reason?

Reasons don't make that much
difference to me anymore.

And you think Lucky
is a good thing for you?

I hope. That's better
than nothing, isn't it?

Oh, I don't know.

I do know that Lucky was less
than an hour ahead of me,

and it's Sunday,
and he didn't have time

to get that dynamite
and set up a booby trap

especially for me.

No, that was set up
a long time ago.

Well, why did he set it up, hm?

I'll tell you why.

Because he had something inside
that mine that he wanted to protect.

Now, what would he have
inside there

that is worth
that kind of protection?

A hundred and ten thousand
dollars of payroll money,

that you still
don't believe he stole.

I don't know why
you're telling me all this.

Except maybe it's your job.

In that case,
I really feel sorry for you.

Look, I could go to the police,

but I've got
several reasons not to.

You're the main one.

Now, you don't deserve the kind
of treatment you'd get

if I decided
to make a case out of this.

Look, Phylis, will you please
not say anything

about this to anybody?

You understand?

Okay.

Hey, you look tired.
Are you hungry?

What?

Are you hungry?

Hungry?

No lunch, no dinner.

Yeah, "hungry" could be
the understatement of the year.

Well, I, uh... I could
fix you a hamburger.

No. Meat's not too fresh.

Roast beef,
I got some cold roast beef.

How about that?

Is the roast beef rare?

No, it's well-done.

Oh. Uh, never mind, I...

I saw a place down the highway.

Mr. Cannon,
I'll tell you something.

You're a funny man.

Hello, Phylis?
How's everything?

Well, I don't know.
He was just here.

He came and you sent him out
just like I said.

Wait a minute,
what do you mean "just"?

Lucky, he was wild.

He told me this story

about this big dynamite
booby trap that blew up.

Lucky, do you have money
in there?

Shut up.

You just shut your mouth,
you hear me? Just shut up.

( mysterious theme playing )

( action theme playing )

Don't feel too bad, Hoffner.

You probably lost control
because you're tired

from all that digging for loot

that wasn't there anymore,
right?

You tell me, man.

I'm not about to tell you
thing one, man,

except move.

( dramatic theme playing )

Over there.

That's it.

Is that what you
were looking for?

Nice of you to show up.

It happens
one more time this week

and you're out on your tail.

And I don't care
if you are a veteran.

And you'd better call
that dame in Cold Springs.

She's been phoning
every ten minutes.

You tell her I'm running
a business here,

not an answering service.

Yeah, this is Robbie.

Well, now, just tell me.

He was what?

What do you mean
something's wrong? What's wrong?

All right, all right,
now just cool it, cool it.

I'll get the guys and I'll
be out there right away.

Hi.

Closed Mondays.

I'm Jerry Warton.
We met before.

Yeah? What do you want?

I'm looking
for my friend, Cannon.

Find him yourself.
He's big enough.

Now, you listen to me,
young lady.

You can get into trouble
harboring a fugitive.

If your friend Lucky
hasn't committed

a serious crime
within the last three years,

the statute of limitations would
protect him. He'd be home free.

And you're a walking book.
How come you know so much?

I used to be a cop.

I'm not anymore.

Yeah? Well, I used to care
what happened to me,

and I don't anymore.

Hey Frank! Whoa!

JERRY:
Frank!

You got him!

CANNON:
All right, Jerry, all right!

Take it easy.

What are you doing here?
I been trying to find you.

She tipped off his friends.

Well, things are looking up.

CANNON:
Come on, come on.

Here's the money.

Take it in the store
and call the sheriff.

Let him take over. Go on.

( motorcycles approaching )

Go on, Jerry.

Come on.

No way, man. Listen hard.

Open it.
JERRY: It's locked.

( banging on door )

JERRY:
Hey, no!

No, don't, don't!

Are you crazy?
He's a killer!

Whitey!

Lucky's in here! Help us!

( bike engines revving )

Jerry, go lock the back door.

You still have
my service revolver?

Forget your service revolver.

All right,
you gotta trust me now.

I trust you
to go lock the back door.

Are you in or out?

Coming in.

Well, well,
the fattest gun in the west.

Go ahead, pick them off.

They're just plain citizens
like anybody else.

You gun them down.

Look, nobody's gonna
get gunned down

if they have any sense at all.

( glass shatters )

We want Lucky!

You send him out
or we're coming in after him!

Well, you really scared
the pants off them.

They're juvenile delinquents.

They're just throwing rocks.

They're not gonna go
any further.

Not for you, Hoffner.

You wanna know how far
they'll go for me, buster?

All the way.

All right, let's find out, huh?

You pick one for me to talk to.

Hey, Gene, he wants to talk.

Come up a ways.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Okay, what?

I'm Frank Cannon,
private investigator.

The man you call Lucky
is Doyle Hoffner.

He's wanted for murder,
among other things.

Oh, that's what you say.

Just understand this:

I'm not letting him
out of my custody.

You could change your mind.

No chance.
He's already killed two people.

Well, what are you gonna do,
kill all three of us?

Don't talk like a jerk.

All you've done's
break a little glass,

that's all, that's nothing.

Now, why don't you quit
while you're ahead?

I'm going back in there
and I'm bringing Hoffner out,

and if anybody tries to stop me,

you're gonna be in
for big trouble.

Under the oil cans!
Knock the rack over!

( suspenseful theme playing )

Hey, how about this.

How about this!

You know something, Hoffner?

You're a regular magician,
aren't you?

You take three
relatively harmless guys

and turn them
into criminals, huh?

Now, the kid who's in possession

of the automatic weapon
is in for a federal rap.

Now, if you've got
any feeling for them at all,

you'll tell him
to drop it and go home.

How about if you drop me
and you go home?

They were just
shooting in the air, Frank.

Let me call their bluff.

How?

I'll take Hoffner outside
in your car and just take off.

You would if you had the keys.

I put them someplace.

Attababy, Phyl,
and don't you give them back.

You flush them first.

Lady! Lady, please help us.
Gimme the keys.

No, I don't have the keys on me.

All right, at least
help yourself, will you?

He's made three criminals
already. You'll be the fourth.

It's not him, it's you.

All he did was rob
a gas station a long time ago.

Lady, listen to me, will you?

He shot one man,
he burned another man to death

and he put me in the hospital
for three months

and gave me this.

Now I see.

Now I see
what's driving you so hard.

You hate him, you really
hate Lucky, don't you?

Yes, yes, I do.

You hate him so much
you don't care

if you get the wrong person!

It's not the wrong person.

You want proof?
I'll show you.

I don't need any proof!

You know what's in here? Money!

One hundred and ten
thousand dollars' worth.

Think he was planning
to share it

with those guys out there
or with you?

He's using them
just like he's used you!

Thank you.

Sorry.

Whitey! Whitey, no!

Please put that thing away.

Put it away before
there's any more trouble.

Oh, no, there's not
gonna be much trouble, Phyl.

Only gonna scare them
so they'll let Lucky go.

Just don't...
Just don't even try, okay?

Well, how come?

Because he's... Look, he's... He...
He's not Lucky.

He... He's who they say he is.
They showed me the money.

What money?

The... The... The payroll money.

Just a whole suitcase
full of it.

Well, now, that do
make things different, don't it?

That is different.

( machine-gun fire )

No, no!

Cannon, last chance, you hear?

Now, you send Lucky out

with that bag of money
right now.

Well, I guess we'd better
try it your way.

Take him out the back
to the car.

What about you?

I got something I wanna try.

Here, in case things go wrong,
you may need this.

Now, get going.

( dramatic theme playing )

No more chances, Hoffner.

No more crippled cops.

No more accidents.

You won't get away with it.

Yes, I will.

You attacked me.

With a rope around my hands?

I'll take care of that
afterwards.

( sighs )

Come on.

The bikes!
Get the bikes, Gene!

Hurry up, get the bikes!

( upbeat theme playing )

Well, they're taking the bikers

over to San Bernardino
to book them.

Uh, they got
your statements all right, huh?

Yeah, and what about Lucky...?
I mean, Hoffner?

LAPD's reopening the case.
They'll nail him, all right.

And what about me?

Did you do anything wrong?

I ever do anything right?

Who knows?
Maybe I will someday.

Thank you.

Frank? Frank.

Don't you ever miss all this?

Yeah, sometimes.

This is what I gotta put
out of my mind, like Hoffner.

I'll try to keep my promise.

Let me tell you something.

I have...

complete and utter
confidence in you, kid.

Since when?

Since I saw you with Hoffner
in the back room.

You didn't know
I was watching, did you?

No.

Hey, Jer,

now, being a policeman's nice, but there
are a lot of other worthwhile things

in the world.

So stop looking back
over your shoulder, huh?

Let go.

( upbeat theme playing )