All language subtitles for 20_Another Final Exit

NEWSCASTER:
And now for the news
on the local front.

Notorious mobster Jerome Galt,
who was sent to prison

five years ago
for income tax evasion,

will be released
on Wednesday morning.

Galt has somehow been able

to run his hoodlum empire
from his cellblock,

and law enforcement agencies
have been unsuccessful

in their attempts to uncover

his enormous source
of income and power.

(radio clicks off)
We're gonna do it, Rose.

Well, you heard,
your brother's getting out...

and soon.
It's got to be now.

Bernie!

Bernie, what are
you doing to us?

Do you want to die?

I'm dead already.

Bernie! Bernie,
We don't have a chance!

It belongs to him!

I know what I'm doing!

Bernie!

I know what I'm doing.

Oh, Bernie,
Bernie, don't.

BERNIE:
He's getting out.

I have this feeling.

It keeps saying, "Do it. Do it."

(metal clinking)

Bernie! Bernie,
he'll kill us!

You're his sister!

No! Five dollars
was his mother,
ten his father.

That's the only family
he knows.
No, no.

Bernie, he'll come here.

He'll see this.

In an hour,
we'll be on a plane.

Paris, Venice...

Money is power.

He said so.

And now we'll be strong.

We'll be safe from
everything, Rose--
from him,

hard times...

(theme music playing)

� �

Uh... I'm not in.

(typing)

Excuse me, miss.
I'm Mr. Farmer.

Yes?

I guess
Mr. Wickersham
is very busy.

He's always busy, Mr...?

Farmer. It's not
an easy name.

Miss, I'm in a
lot of trouble.

Is there still
a Mr. Mannix?

MANNIX (over speaker):
Not today, Lou.

Not Bernie Farmer.

You said he was a nice guy.

That's his problem.

(knock at door)

Bernie Farmer!

That's right, Mr. Mannix.

Come in. Sit down.

I don't smoke.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

No, I'm not all right.

I stole a million dollars.

You like it?

Six years old.

You've been to my mansion
on the hill.

Great, huh?

A palace, right?

A rich man's home, huh?

Where's the money now?

Where the smoke go.

(door opens)

Mr. Wickersham.

Bernie.
They said you
were very busy.

How are you feeling?

Jerome Gault have
anything to do with this?

He's been in
five years.

I figured
things change.

Well, when Jerome Gault knew
he was going to be convicted

for income tax evasion,
he gave us a box.

Now, this box--

with all of that money--

I sat in that flat
and I smelled it at night.

I couldn't stand it.

And then when I found he was
suddenly going to be paroled,

I ran into the basement,

and I dug up the box...

and it was empty!

You said a million dollars.

And I thought maybe

you could help me find it
before he came to us.

Bernie, did you ever see

what was in that box
before he buried it?

No.

Then you don't know there
ever was anything in it?

No.

Hey, Bernie, Bernie,
wait a minute.

Wait a minute.
This is Intertect.

We'll find what was
in that box.

(computer clacking loudly)

(click)

(clacking stops)

All the people

Gault had contact with
before he went to prison.

Hey, wait a minute,
this is a directory

of the whole underworld.

Can I tell Rose
we're in good hands?

Bernie, who else knows
you came here?

Nobody.

Good. Keep it that way, huh?

I appreciate this.

I passed Accounting
on the way in.

And I've had it in my mind

to study computer
programming nights.

You know, I was
sure he had

one more exit line
left in him.

Just so I know what
to put in the records.

You are going to look
for something a racketeer hid.

Something that
isn't there anymore,

and you don't
know what it was?

Someone knew
it was there.

Sure. One of them.

But which one?

Lou...

suppose Joe Mannix had
the box, and you wanted it.

What would you do?

Come after you.

Well, that's
how we find it.

Now, if people think
that I've got the box,

they'll contact me.

And while they're
asking me for it,

maybe they'll let
slip what was in it.

Joe, look again.

Those people don't ask.

(knock at door)

Well, who'd you expect?

The bill collector?

Got a phone call.

Maybe it's
the lucky jackpot.

Hello.

What?

Can you see me?

Yes, I can see you.

All right, when I hang up,

wait a few minutes
and then call the police.

What?!

BERNIE:
Why should I?

But that sounds
very danger...

All right.

Whatever you say.

(glass breaking)

The last race
was over hours ago.

Excuse me, I've got to
make a phone call.

Could I borrow a dime?

Cost you a quarter.

(coin clinks in slot)

Get me the police.

File this for me,
will you, Casey?

You still want to know
about anything connected

with Jerome Gault?
Yeah, what is it?

Prowler at his
brother-in-law's house.

Let's go.

(clanking)

(window creaking)

(can clattering loudly)

(brakes screeching)

Monsieur?

Yes. I'd like to see
about a room for a party.

Just a small one.

Our pleasure, monsieur.

Would you come this way?

What is the name?

Mannix.

Bernie Farmer
recommended you.

You know, the fellow
that comes around here

a couple of times a week
to take care of your books.

Tell me.
Was he conning me,

or does his brother-in-law
really own this place?

He does.

The Jerome Gault?

Hmm.

What is the occasion, monsieur?

A homecoming.

May I suggest a cake,

appropriately
decorated?

Yeah. That would be fine.

The name is G-A-U-L-T.

You can put a ribbon
around this.

That your silver
convertible outside?

I didn't notice
any fire hydrant.

Joe Mannix?

That's the name
on the registration.

You're under arrest.

MANNIX: All right.
MAN: All right,
come on! Any craps!

Craparoni!
(laughs)

(overlapping chatter)

Here we go. Uh-huh.
Come on, baby!

(dice rolling)

All right,
six is the number.

Come on, baby!
Come on!

MANNIX:
Coming up.
MAN: One time.

(laughter and chatter)

All right, let's go again.

We don't give credit here.

Don't need it.

There you are, boys,
covered-- $500.

Well, what
do you know?

A private detective
with five Cs.

Yeah, very private.

Let's go.
Am I covered?

Let's go.
Cover it, baby.

Here we are.
Coming up.

Hey, baby!

Ha, ha!
Uh-huh.

(whistles)

(keys jangling)

Mannix.

(lock opening)

(keys jangling)

What the devil kept you?

I was in the middle of dinner.

I called you over
three hours ago.

You were told to stay
away from Bernie Farmer.

If I had any sense, I wouldn't
have bothered coming up here.

What do you want me to do,
beg you to sign it?

Some children never grow up.

Daddy.

(telephone clatters loudly)

Coming up here,

I tried to count
the number of times

I've bailed you out.
You know, I couldn't.

You want to
sign a complaint,
Mr. Wickersham?

When I walked in,
I wasn't going to fire you.

Yeah, what
changed your mind?

Good-bye, Joe.

"Thanks for getting me
out of trouble, Lou."

Captain Welles.

Is this the man
you called about,

Mr. Wickersham?

Now, wait a minute.

What were you doing in back
of Bernie Farmer's house?

MANNIX: Are you the D.A.?
WELLES: He's going to ask you
the same question tomorrow.

Yeah, well, when he does, you
ask him, then you'll both know.

Captain Welles,

from here on out,
he's on his own.

Don't even bother
to call me.

(door slams)

COKIE:
I would deeply
appreciate it

(cocks gun)
if you would turn on your radio.

But don't pull out.

(music plays on radio)

(car engine starts)

(music continues on radio)

You're draining my battery.

We can go now.

Which way?

Please, no questions.

I'm not earning enough for this
bit of effort to dillydally.

(car engine starts)

He was well-heeled.

It didn't bother him a minute
to lose that $500.

Did he say
where he got it?

That's all I know.

When Wickersham fired him,
he didn't bat an eye.

Well, he's got a rich
girlfriend or found oil.

In Bernie Farmer's
basement?

Hey, you got any idea
what that car cost?

Where is it?

Where is what?

I said it's just a day's pay.

Why don't you
believe me?

I don't want to have
to kill you.

Really, I don't.

You won't kill me.

Not while I've got the box.

Please talk.

I deplore impractical
stubbornness.

Listen to me,
you foolish nut, you.

He's too big.

What you have
is important to him.

(distant siren wails)

Samuel!

(siren grows louder)
Shh.

We'd better continue this
back at his place.

He probably has it hidden there.

Samuel, you drive
his car back.

And please, don't speed.

(gunshots)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(cocks gun)

Now put the hands on the chair.

You know, upholstery
won't stop a bullet.

Now, the face, slowly.

Step back.

Gun?

I'm sorry.

I, uh, don't usually pull
a gun on my cleaning ladies,

but, uh, you've got to admit
you're doing a sloppy job.

Uh, I got bored
waiting for you.

We had a date?

Why not?

You're a swinger.

And you came to play
in my yard.

Can we have a drink first?

You're as good-looking
as they said.

Who said?

Oh, you don't
need that drink.

You're flying
high enough already.

You're not nice at all.

What are those?
Pin cushions?

You're a mainliner.

If you came here to get
a fix, you had a bad tip.

But that's not what you're
really after, is it? Is it?

(crying)

Please.

Keep the box.

There's enough there.

You can have
all the rest.

Just mine.

That's all I want.

Just mine.

You were just a kid
when Gault went to prison.

How important can he be to you?

How important is my salvation?

(sobbing)

All right, so you're sick
and you're in trouble.

Now, you could have walked
in that door

and said, "Please,
will you help me?"

Give it to me.

Now you're not going
to use that on me.

Not you, Mr. Mannix. Me!

Now, tell me where it is

or I'll spoil
your pretty carpet,

just like I do everything.

I don't have it.

The word's around,
you have it.

Now wait.

Maybe we can
help each other.

Now tell me
what you want.

I need a lead.

Get away!
(ice pick clatters)

Now wait a minute!

So, anyway, good or bad
it must be a relief

to have your brother
getting out of prison.

Uh, I bid a spade.

Two hearts.

I thought you said
Mannix was coming.

Two spades.

He said he'd call.

Three spades.

(knocking on door)

Jerry!

Gault, it's good
to see you.

Out!

Uh, Harry, uh,
come on.

It's late.

Jerry...

ROSE:
No, Jerry!

Jerry, don't!

It's all right,
Rose.

He's just excited.

No talk.

In my hands now.

I don't have it.

No, Jerry, don't!

It's true.

We went down
into the...

I went down into
the basement

and I dug up the box.

And it was empty.

You know what it means

to be locked in a cage
five years?

Mannix will find
the box.

Who says he doesn't
have it now?

(knocking on door)

(insistent knocking)

Next time
we put on a show,

I get to hit first.

Winner's choice.

I'm sure you realize,
of course,

that that killer thought
you were driving the car.

(phone rings)
Yeah.

Mannix.

Yeah, thanks.

It's the lab.

That wall plaster
in the basement

wasn't five years old.
It was fresh.

Well, what do
you know?

Listen, uh,

you get anything out
of the boys who
worked you over?

You know, it's strange.

Someone big
wouldn't care

if that box
disappeared forever.

Some people would like
what's in the box,

and some people would
just like to see me dead.

Hmm.

Well, then it
isn't money.
Mm.

Now, Joe, I know you
don't dig the laws
of probability,

but the computer
did come up

with some interesting
suggestions.

(knocking on door)

Mr. Wickersham.

I called Intertect.

They said you
were fired.

Come in, Bernie.

Tell them.
Rose, please.

ROSE:
Tell them
or I will, Bernie.

My brother came
home tonight.

They, they let him go early
to avoid reporters.

And he knows we
haven't got the box.

We can arrange to have
you two stay somewhere safe.

Oh, running away
never solved anything.

You know what
he is, Bernie.

It's your
only hope, Rose.

It won't matter that
you're his sister.

Where could we go?

Bernie...

WICKERSHAM:
What happens
when you go back to Gault?

(snaps fingers)

Our next-door
neighbor, Harry--

he's got a relative,

owns a cabin
up near San Remo.

Well, go there,
and don't go home at all.

Thanks for everything.

You were saying
about suggestions?

Yeah.

Actually,

the box may have contained
nothing of value.

Gault may want
people to believe

that he's still
a man of some means.

Now, the box could have
contained jewelry,

negotiable bonds
and something else,

something you'll feel
comfortable with.

Gault had a
girlfriend.

(doorbell buzzing)

Taxi?

MAN: Yes, ma'am.
Oh.

Come on in.
I'll just be a minute.

Take your time.

Oh, if I had known
you were leaving,

I'd have brought
a steamer ticket.

Hey, you're not the taxi driver.

A lot of things.

But that, I'm not.

Well, who are you?

A messenger?

Yeah.

See now, I had it here
someplace.

Well, I could sing it.

No?

Well, why don't you
just tell him.

Say, "Gault,

Joe Mannix won't talk
to your flunkies."

Gault!

Yeah, you know that
ex-convict, uh,

number 619 some...

Well, uh, aren't you going
to write down the message?

Hey, look, I have
a diamond bracelet.

It's yours.

I-I just don't think that'll
look very well on me.

Oh, look,

I knew Jerry Gault
seven years.

And five of those
he spent in prison.

Those were
the happy years for me.

Honestly.

Really.

Please,
please let me go.

Give me a few minutes
and a few answers.

Oh yes, anything,
anything.

I'll use my own.

(sniffles)

Hey, you all right?

Yes, thank you.

I'm just fine now.

(slapping face)

(loud slapping)

I hate to be up all night.

It puts me in a
terrible mood all day.

Are you hungry,
Mr. Mannix?

I'm tied up
for breakfast.

Borscht,

a boiled potato

and frankfurters for
the American way.

Not a very attractive last meal
for a man who's about to die.

Aw, you'd give me your blood
to keep me alive.

You have an optimism,
Mr. Mannix.

Just the box.

All right.

You have advertised
to make a deal.

This is good thinking.

The stuff is too much

for a man without
an organization.

I'll tell you what,

you tell us where it is,
and we'll be partners.

How is that?
I advertised
for Gault.

This is a wonderful,

wonderful country
to get rich.

You break a few arms,
smash a few faces,

and you have a day's pay
to go to the races.

They don't do this sort of thing
where you come from, huh?

What I am trying to explain
in the simplest of terms is

that I wish to procure
the contents of that box.

Box?

What box? Box of what?

Why do you endure such pain
for nothing?

This requires organization.
Planning.

It's for nothing;
you can stop.

(blow lands,
Mannix groans)

If I only had an army
of men like this,

I could conquer the world.

That man
knows nothing.

Your brother-in--law
was telling the truth.

Impossible.

He's looking
to make a deal.

Do you know what
that box is worth?

I know what a good lawyer
and two years retainer

to get you out
on parole cost me.

That's all I know.

We'll settle up.

Is this something
you cooked up to
grab it all?

Or was there
ever a box?

(sawing)

Come here, Gault.

I always say if a man
wants to do something

in a free economy,

he should be
entitled to do it.

Run, little rabbit.

You wanted to make
yourself the bait.

Run.

And find the
box real good,

like a nice little
rabbit should.

Excuse me, mister.

I wonder if you could
lend me a dime.

Get a job!

You all right?

(panting)

Yeah, it's
just the air.

Come on, you'd
better sit down.

Thanks.

(coughs)

You get a bad bottle
of sauce?

Just a hose full.

Now, I wonder if you could lend
me a dime for a phone call.

It's been that kind of night.

Your watch, sir...

it appeals to me.

What about my dime?

I'm being tailed.

By what, a turtle?

Joe, forget
this stupid case.

Oh, I can forget
the case, Lou.

(sighs)

It's that box that
sticks in my craw.

You've done everything but
hang yourself out on a nail.

You know that girl, uh,
that Clarice Marshall Ames?

She was
Judge Ames' daughter.

A junkie.

She was.

It happens.

Come on, I'll drive you home.

Yeah, in a minute.

First, I want to
say good-bye.

You want me
to go with you?

No, I don't think
they'll bother me.

I'm their bird dog.

I'll be right alongside.

Hi, fellas, having trouble?

Should be okay now.

Oh, I'm sorry,
but this dance is his.

I'd like to see
that hall again.

Monsieur, we are booked.

Of course.

Your friends hit hard.

You wanted me to deliver
your message, didn't you?

That's right.

You still want
that party?

And the red ribbon.

Who's coming?

(door opens)

Only you.

Nobody move
until the music starts.

Who knows I was here?

The police.

Gault.

Where is he now?

I don't know.

Outside town.

A cabin
his sister was at.

Where is he?

I sent him
for groceries.

There wasn't any food.

Okay.

Harry, I'm worried.

We never planned on murder.

They're going
to blame your brother.

They're waiting for him
to make another mistake.

Oh, but Harry...
Now, look,

we'll be rid of both of them
and no one will suspect us.

All right.

The papers-- you
have the papers?

(whispering):
Yeah.

You have to get
away in a hurry now.

Yeah.

(brakes screeching)

Hello, Jerome.

My sister called to see me.

What's it all about?

(footsteps approaching)

Harry.

Oh... let's get
out of here.

(gunshot)

Gault's in there... dead.

I'll go after him,
you look after her.

Police.

Yeah, why?

They probably
followed Gault,

but they're after
whatever was in the box.

It isn't money and it isn't
the jade elephant.

Pasikov said
I couldn't handle it alone.

The girl-- she said
it's her only salvation.

She's an addict.

She only wanted one.

One what?

You'd better find Bernie.

Right.

(gunshot)

(chamber clicking empty)

(gunshot)

Hold it.

Don't shoot, don't shoot!

It's empty.

Listen, mister, you don't know
what this is about.

You know what I have here?

Millions!

I swear.

Enough dirt on 20 big shots

that'll pay forever
to keep us quiet.

All this
over a box full of dirt.

Listen to me.

I'll split with you.

Oh, please, mister.

(screaming)

How did you get here?

I spotted him
from the road.

Oh?

Are, uh, those
Gault's papers?

That's right.

Let me see.

Oh, yeah.

Dossiers on everybody

that Gault
has ever known, huh?

Well...

looks like he was going
to retire on blackmail.

I'll see that your booking
at the police department

gets wiped
off the record.

That's not
good enough.

What?

(gun cocks)

I just got to the part

where you took a payoff
from the drug traffic

when you were
on the border patrol.

Well, that's a very old mistake.

Sorry, the smell hangs on.

Tell me, how many beatings
did I take because of you?

Only one.

Hmm.

Rose... Rose.

I'm sorry, Bernie.

I just wanted to...

wanted to...

(breathing heavily)

Imagine.

My friend Harry...

Why did he
do this?

He must have seen...
Gault hide the box

and he got hungry.

Buy why Rose?

I'm sure
he threatened her.

You know
how scared she was.

Living so long
with a brother like that...

She deserved
so much better than me.

MANNIX:
Nobody ever deserved
better than you, Bernie.

I, I want to thank you
for everything.

I know how, how hard you tried
and I appreciate it.

Rose did, too.

(theme music playing)