All language subtitles for Highway to Heaven S04E15 Time in a Bottle.eng

[opening theme music playing]

Taxi, taxi, taxi!

Excuse me, you got any, uh--

Get away from me.

All I was asking
was for some change.

Yeah, about I do a little
dance for you, huh?

Wo, wo, wo, wo, wo,

Get out of here.

Humphrey, Humphrey.

Relax lady, he won't hurt you.

You bet your life he won't.

I don't think she has
time for you, Humphrey.

Looks to me like she's just
blown all of her change

on a $200 pair of shoes.

Oh, oh, oh, that's good.

That's really very good.

Excuse me?

The good cop, bad cop routine.

Your friend hits me up
for money, gets me upset,

and then you come to my rescue.

Here.

Keep it lady.

I got a feeling you might
need it more than me.

Hey, uh, don't pay any
attention to him lady.

He's got these weird
standards, you know?

And thanks a lot, huh?

Hey, Matty, look.

Hey, Matty, look, huh?

Is that them, our assignment?

Just one of them,
the one called Matthew.

I thought you
said there was two.

That's right.

She's the other one.

Okay, I'm going to the law
building, please, all right?

Court house.

Thanks.

If we don't get some
more change pretty soon,

we're going to have to
go down to the mission

and sit through one of
the Reverend's sermons.

Well, at least we got a dollar
from that cranky lady, huh?

If it were up to me, I'd
rather listen to the Reverend.

Hey, what do you say, fellows?

Not much, how about yourself?

I've been better.

Me and my partner
bumped into hard times,

you know what I'm saying?

Can you help us out?

What do you mean, with a job?

I didn't say I was
desperate, old-timer.

Old-timer?

A couple of dollars will do.

Hey, look, I can
do better than that.

All right.

My friend and I will buy
you and your partner dinner.

What do you say?

Humphrey, run for your
life, they're social workers.

What, have you got something
against a free meal?

Hey, look, old-timer,
I can get all

the food I need in the trash
cans but I wanted a drink.

Well, you're not going
to get it from me.

Humphrey, we're wasting
our time with these guys.

No, no, no, wait, wait
wait, I've got an idea.

How about you two do-gooders
take us to the nearest bar

and fill us full of
booze and then maybe

we can discuss dinner.

I'm sorry, I can't
do that, Humphrey.

Figures.

Hey, you know me?

Yeah, Humphrey, I know you.

Then you also know I won't
go for that food dodge.

Let's go, Matty.

Why do you think he knew you?

I don't know.

Who is he?

Good work, now
what do we do now?

We wait.

You are hereby sentenced to
serve not less than two years

in the State
Correctional Institution.

This court is adjourned.

-Ms. Reynolds.
-Yes?

My name's Alan Peterson.

Of course, Councilman
Peterson, Fourth District.

-How are you?
-Just fine.

That was a nice job.

Piece of cake, anyone
could see the man

was a menace to society.

Well, I doubt that anyone
could make Judge Wheeler

throw the book at him.

I'm looking for someone to
assist me in a project that is

vitally important to this area.

Would you be interested?

All according to what it is.

Well, why don't we meet for
drinks later and discuss it?

Why don't we?

And I am very excited about the
prospect of working with you.

Maybe you'd better
be more specific.

In what way?

For instance, just
how do I fit in?

Ah, my district includes
the so-called Skid Row area.

I need someone to
help me clean it up

and the first order of
business is to get the winos

and deadbeats out of the area.

I agree but where
do we send them?

What happens to
them down the line?

That's not my problem.

As long as they are
not in my district,

I don't care what
happens to them.

Why me?

You are intelligent,
energetic, and ambitious.

We work together,
we both benefit.

Oh?

What do I get out of it?

The reputation for being the
lady who cleaned up Skid Row.

That's a nice little
campaign slogan.

Slow down, where do you
get the idea that I'm

running for public office?

Don't get coy with me,
Ms. Reynolds.

The talk is that you want to
be the next DA and I can be

very helpful in that endeavor.

Think about it.

We make a hell of a team.

Can I drop you anywhere?

No, I have my car.

I'll just stay and finish this.

I'll be in touch.

How about another one,
bartender?

This is an
extraordinary vintage.

This is a full-bodied flavor
and an excellent bouquet.

Tell me something, Matty.

What are you doing here?

I'm having a drink
with my friend.

That's not what I mean.

I mean, what are you
doing here in this life?

You don't belong here.

I'm here.

That's all that counts.

But I get the feeling
you don't like this life.

Who does?

Me.

Come on, Humphrey, we're just
here because we're stuck here.

Not me, I'm here because
I want to be here.

Oh, yeah, you want to be here.

You like begging
for coins and eating

the food out of the trash cans.

It beats working all
day inside in a factory.

You have to understand.

My mother was a
full-blooded Navajo.

I grew up on the reservation.

What a place.

All the space you'd
ever need, so beautiful.

Why did you ever
leave that place?

I could no longer look
into the faces of my people.

Their sadness, their pain.

Nobody's got a job.

Their sacred lands taken away.

Hey, your name really isn't
Humphrey Bogart, is it?

-Is too.
-No, it's not.

My father was a white
man named Bogart.

I was named after
my uncle Humphrey.

My mother had never seen
a movie in her whole life.

Never even heard
of that other guy.

Well, this is a long
way from the reservation.

I know.

You know it's hard being
a bum on the reservation.

You can't bum from
people that got no jobs.

So how did you end up here?

One drink at a time.

That's it, the whole story?

Let me make one
thing perfectly clear,

I did it
with utter proficiency.

See, that's what I mean.

Nobody talks like
that down here, huh?

Come on, I opened up for you.

Oh, this is very depressing.

We need another bottle.

Hey, sounds like a plan.

Let me see what I can dig up.

Hey, any special brand?

The stronger the better.

Beggars can't be choosers.

That's very good, Matthew.

Beggars can't be choosers.

Hey, what are you doing?

You got any money
on you, stiff?

No I don't have a thing.

You're lying.

Cough it up.

Hey, you!

What is this?

I don't have any money.

I lost him.

I don't have any money.
Honest, I spent it all.

Come on, Matthew, on your feet.

Why?
Where are we going?

I'm trying to help
your friend Humphrey.

Humphrey?

What's wrong with him?

He's in jail.

Come on.

A felony requires a
bail hearing and we--

Wait, wait, wait, a
felony for being drunk?

He tried to swipe
a bottle of whiskey.

What kind of damn fool
DA would call swiping

a bottle of booze a felony?

This kind of damn fool.

Is there a problem here?

Yeah, why do you
want to go make

a federal case out of
some poor bum trying

to steal a bottle of liquor?

The man is a thief.

He's a drunk.

In my opinion,
that might be worse.

Do you generally try these
kind of cases as felonies?

I try my cases
the way I see them

and I don't need the advice
of some Skid Row bums.

Who the hell was that?

Her name is Kathleen Reynolds.

Hot, young assistant DA, going
to make a name for herself.

Here's what happens.

The court appoints you
a lawyer.

The lawyer gets you out
on bail.

-You mean the public defender?
-Yeah.

He was here already.

He wants me to plead guilty.

To a felony?

He said what with this
being my first offense.

That's crazy.

Well, I got his
card here somewhere.

Maybe you should talk to him.

No, I can't.

That wouldn't be right.

But they'll put me away.

Matty, this place is starting
to get me crazy, you know?

You know how I get
when I get closed in.

Please, Matty, please.

How's Humphrey?

He's going to be okay.

Did he ask you to help him?

Who told you that?

Are you going to?

I want a drink.

Are you going to
help your friend?

What do you want me to do,
go out and hire some hot shot

attorney to defend him?

I don't have a cent.

I'm a bum, remember?

You're also a lawyer, remember?

Who told you that?

I know a lot of things
about you, Matty.

I also know the best way
to help Humphrey is for you

to represent him in court.

Heh, you're very
weird, you know that?

You're weird and I'm
going to go get a drink.

You make a lousy friend, Matty.

You know what being locked up
is going to do to Humphrey.

It's going to kill him.

Hey, you think it all takes
is you stand up in court,

you recite a few laws and
then everybody goes free?

It's been too long.

Matty, the moves
will come back.

Anyway, I would have
to be reinstated.

That's already
been taken care of.

I've got a friend who will
let you use his law library.

You can bunk in with us.
We've got an extra bed.

What's going on here?

You two guys, you show
up out of the blue.

You know all kinds
of things about me.

You somehow get me reinstated?

I don't know who you are
or why you're here.

We're here to help you
get back on your feet.

Why?

Because it's time you stopped
hiding in a bottle, Matty,

and started getting on
with living your life.

Maybe this is my life.

Oh, no.

No, it isn't.

If it was, I wouldn't be here.

Now, are you going to
help your friend or not?

We seem to be stuck
between floors.

Great, I'm due in
court in 15 minutes.

I know.

Oh, there it goes.

Wait a minute.

You're the one who was
with Bogart, the other bum.

What are you doing here?

I'm Bogart's attorney.

What?

You are charged with violation
of public statute 23759.

Herein, you did, on the
night of October 18th,

steal a bottle of liquor
from Manny's Liquor Store

on 405 East Third Street.

How do you plead?

Not guilty, your honor.

Very well, trial is set
for Thursday, the 22nd.

Prosecution has requested bail
to be in the amount of $25,000.

Isn't that a little
excessive, your honor?

This is hardly a
capital offense.

It's a felony.

It was a cheap bottle of wine.

If this were a
misdemeanor, accused

would be released on
his own recognizance.

The accused is a drifter
with no ties to the--

Accused has lived
continuously in this

community for the past...

He has no permanent address.

...23 years, which is
a lot longer than most

of the residents who
have permanent addresses.

Anyway, where does council
think he's going to run off to?

That will be quite enough.

I'm setting bail at $1,000.

Kathleen Reynolds.

[Councilman Peterson]
What happened in court today?

It was nothing.

That's not what I heard.

It was nothing, I said.

Listen, trying this boozehound

as a felon was a great idea,

but we've got to
maintain the momentum.

We can't let anything
take it away from us.

It was just a bail hearing.

It's going to be different
when we go to trial.

Counting on that.

Count on it.

Whoa, hey, and where in
the devil have you been?

Humphrey and I stopped off
for a little celebration.

Oh, great.

Oh, oh, we really
did it didn't we?

We got old Humphrey out.

Right, right, where is he?

Where's Humphrey?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Hey, cop, hey, hey,
please don't do this.

Hey, hey, tell
the man I'm sorry.

Don't lock me up, please.

Don't lock me up!

Don't lock me up!

Don't lock me up, please!

I'm sorry.
It's all my fault

What happened last night?

You were just starting
to get it together.

Nothing happened last night.
I'm a drunk.

That's no answer.

I don't handle
pressure very well.

It was always like that.

You say I was a good lawyer?

That wasn't enough.

I had to be the best.

My father was a judge,
federal bench.

I was his number one
son and I was supposed

to measure up, but I couldn't.

The pressure was just too much.

I started making
stupid mistakes

and then one day, I decided to
have a couple of drinks,

take the edge off.

It worked and before I knew it,
I was down there with Humphrey.

I really want a drink.

-No, no not today.
-Yes.

I said no.

Now, you've got
work to do in court.

Well, that's very
easy for you to say.

You don't have any
idea what it's like.

The hell I don't.

I know exactly what
you're going through.

What do you think, you're
the only recovering drunk?

You?

Yeah, me.

Now, look, you are going
to get through this.

You're going to get
through it and we're going

to be right there with you.

Ladies and gentlemen
of the jury,

this case is not
about stealing.

It's about discrimination.

You see, usually when a man is
charged with taking

something that costs $2.85,
it's called a misdemeanor.

That means if he's convicted,
he has to pay a fine

and he's sent on his way.

But the defendant, Mr. Bogart,
is being called a felon.

That means he could be
sentenced to jail for at least

one year for taking a bottle of
wine that cost less than $3.00.

Your honor?

Excuse me, Counselor,
I didn't interrupt you.

You do seem to be going
far field, Counselor.

Not really, your honor.

Prosecution described
only one law to the jury.

He's only being charged
with violating one law.

That's not true.

He is charged with being
a thief and with being

a career criminal.

That's how they throw
this felony thing in,

they call Mr. Bogart
a career criminal.

Well, Mr. Bogart's
career is not crime.

His career is that of a
vagabond, if you like, a bum.

And that's why he's being
discriminated against,

because he chooses to live his
life outside the mainstream

of society.

I would also like to add
that in a higher court

this case might very well
be called unconstitutional.

Your honor, I
really must object.

Objection sustained.

You are out of order, Mr. Kane.

You're absolutely right,
your honor, I am.

I'm sorry.

Due to another matter that
this court must resolve,

court is recessed until eight
o'clock tomorrow morning.

Matty, in case I
don't get out of here,

I want you to
promise me something.

Hey, don't talk
like that, Humphrey.

We're going to win this.

Listen to me, you know
where I mostly sleep nights?

Yeah, on that loading
dock over on Front Street.

Right, in the bottom
slot of the dumpster

you'll find a leather pouch.

In the pouch, there's a stone
bear and a small bag of pollen.

I want you to send
it to my uncle.

That way he'll do
a blessing way sing.

Blessing way?

For my spirit.

And another thing, promise me
you'll stay out of the gutter.

You don't belong there.

Hey, Humphrey, nothing's
going to happen.

You have to promise, all of it.

All right, I will.

Hey, stop worrying, okay?

Hey, take a look who's here.

When do we start
to work on her?

Right now.

Good evening.

It was until now.

Oh, come on, just because
we sit at opposite tables

in the courtroom doesn't
mean we have to continue

the practice on the outside.

What do you mean?

I thought you'd
like to join us.

I'm meeting someone.

Councilman Peterson?

That's my business.

Certainly.

You know, you might want to
ask the Councilor about all

that property he's been quietly
buying up at depressed prices

in the Skid Row area.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Oh, I'm sure you don't,
but Councilman Peterson does.

Now he's pressuring
the city council

to clean up the area so he
can sell out at a nice profit.

He is quite a
humanitarian, isn't he?

Enjoy your evening.

Waiter.

Yes, ma'am?

Another double.

Right away.

So I'm in the back
stacking beer cases

when I notice him walking
to the checkout stand

carrying his jug of wine.

So I tell him to wait a minute,
I'll be right there.

Next thing I know, he's
walking out of the store

with the bottle
stashed under his arm.

No further questions,
your honor

He just walked out.

Um, did he say anything?

Oh, yeah, he said, keep the
change, something like that.

And when you got back
to the counter

was there any change there?

-Yeah, but it--
-How much?

About $0.90,
something like that.

How do you think it got there?

Objection, your honor,
calls for a conclusion

on the part of the witness.

Sustained.

You say that this
is the bottle of wine

that Mr. Bogart was
supposed to have stolen?

Yeah, that's the one he took.

That's my mark right there.

Tell me, how do you know
how much a bottle of wine

like this costs?

There's a price tag on it.

You see, it says $2.85.

Where's the two?

Well, the two is kind of faint,
but I know my stock and--

But you're not
the one buying it.

Isn't it entirely possible
that Mr. Bogart

only read the $0.85 and then

put $0.90 on the counter and
told you to keep the change?

Objection, your honor,
calls for a conclusion

on the part of the witness.

I have no further questions.

Any further questions
of this witness?

No, your honor.

You may step down.

Court will take a
15-minute recess.

No, I'm not going
back in there.

Humphrey, it's only a recess.

No, I won't go back in there.

The walls are getting to me!

Humphrey, calm down.

Mr. Kane, restrain your client.

I'm trying to, your honor.

No, hey, you don't understand.

I can't go back in there.
Matty, help!

Ms. Reynolds?

What are you doing here?

I wondered if I could talk
to you for a few minutes.

I've been through it all
already with your friend

the Skid Row lawyer.

Isn't a man's life
worth a few minutes?

I'd offer you a drink,

but you're not going to be
here that long.

So where is the vagrant's
answer to Perry Mason tonight?

He went down to the jail
to see Humphrey again.

What's on your mind?

I wanted to ask you one more
time to drop the felony charge.

I told you I've been
through all that.

But Ms. Reynolds, if you
just listen, Humphrey--

No, you listen to me.

My job is to make this town
a better place to live in

by getting the criminals
off the street.

Humphrey's not a criminal.

He's a sick man who needs help.

I didn't make him a bum,
I didn't make him a drunk,

and I most certainly
didn't make him a thief.

These people have got
to be taught a lesson

and stiffer penalties
are the only way.

We're going to clean
up this town, Smith.

Oh, you bet you are, by
frightening the homeless

into moving somewhere else.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Let somebody else
worry about it.

Your few minutes are up.

You can show
yourself to the door.

Did you ever see someone
lying on the sidewalk

and wonder how he got there?

I mean, he wasn't
born that way.

He was a crying infant
just like you and me.

Was he abused?
Were his parents alcoholics?

What happened to him?

I told you, your time is up.

I'm not going to spend the
evening discussing a drunk.

How many drinks have you
had today, Ms. Reynolds?

No, not that one.

You're not going to
compare me to Humphrey.

Oh, no, of course not.

You can afford to
pay for your scotch.

If there ever comes a
time when you need help,

I hope there'll
be someone there.

All rise.

The Fourth District Court
is now in session,

the Honorable Judge
Helen Watanabe presiding.

You may be seated.

I'd like to see counsel
in my chambers, please.

I... I have some terrible news.

The defendant, Mr. Bogart, is--

He hung himself this morning.

No, no, no, no, no.

And that's all that's left
and nobody cares, nobody.

Including you.

Oh, why don't you two guys
just leave me alone, huh?

You're not alone, Matthew.

You've got everything
you need, your self-pity.

I mean, the hell
with Bogart, right?

What do you mean
the hell with Bogart?

He's dead.

What more can I do for him?

You can keep your
promise for one thing.

You promised him you wouldn't
wind up back in the gutter.

Yeah, I also promised him

that everything would turn out
all right and he's dead.

Damn it!
He's dead.

That's right, he's dead.

Humphrey is dead
and nobody cares,

but you care

and you have the ability
to make other people care,

not just about Humphrey
but all the other Humphreys

that are lying in
alleys in the city.

I'm just a broken down lawyer.

Who's going to hear my voice?

Nobody unless you raise it,
raise it to the rooftops.

Make people listen.

Make them hear what
they don't want to hear.

Make them face what's
happening to people

all over this country.

-I can't.
-You can.

Matthew, you can.

Humphrey was right, you
don't belong down here.

God knows neither
does anybody else,

but they can't get out
without help, you can.

You've got the skills.

You've had the opportunities
they never had.

You can make a difference.

How did you feel
about Humphrey?

How did you feel about him?

I loved him.

He was my friend.

Then make sure this isn't all
that's left of Humphrey Bogart.

Matthew, make people remember.

Make them remember
that he was here.

As you can see, redevelopment
of this eight-block area

will bring people back
into the city again.

It will provide a place where
people want to shop after work,

where they want to have dinner.

Now it, it can be a model for
other areas of this great city,

but it is up to us
to lead the way.

Thank you, Mr. Chairman.

We are now open
to a public debate.

[people chattering]

Could we have order, please?

I insist upon having order.

My name is Matthew Kane.

I represent the street
people of this district.

You not only represent them,
but you are one of them.

Is that not true, Mr. Kane?

What does one of "them"
mean, Mr. Peterson?

I think you know.

I know what you mean by it,
the poor, the mentally ill,

the great unwashed.

To me, it means
American citizens

living in your district
who need help.

You cannot help people who do
not help themselves, Mr. Kane.

I agree, but first you've
got to let them know

that somebody cares,

that they do mean something,

that they have value.

We have tried, Mr. Kane.

To get rid of them,
yes, you have.

To give them an opportunity
to help themselves,

no, you have not.

Councilman Peterson's solution

is to intimidate these poor
people, to frighten them

into living somewhere else.

My friend, my best friend,
died in his cell yesterday.

He was in prison,
charged with a felony

for stealing a cheap
bottle of wine.

What Mr. Kane
neglects to mention

is that the man in
question was an alcoholic.

He hung himself.

Yeah, he was an alcoholic.

There are a lot of alcoholics
in your district, Peterson.

But you people keep granting
more and more licenses

to the liquor stores every day.

Have you noticed that every
other business in this district

is a liquor store?

It's a free country, Mr. Kane.

Free if you can
afford to pay for it.

If a president's
wife or a celebrity

admits to alcohol addiction,
they're given a lot of respect

and a lot of attention

for having the guts
to come forward.

They're treated like heroes.

But if one of these people
is in the same boat,

he's just another drunken bum.

And as for my friend's
suicide, Mr. Peterson.

I must tell you
that there are worse

things in this life than death.

Mr. Chairman, I, for one,

am getting very tired
of this rhetoric.

You're absolutely right.

I apologize.

It's time that you took
the floor, Councilman,

and explain to your
constituents exactly what you

have to gain personally from
this redevelopment project.

Who do you think you are to
accuse me in this fashion?

I'm one of the people
you work for!

How many parcels of land have
you bought up, Councilman,

in your various partnerships?

I will not stand here
and be insulted any more.

Okay, you can run out of here
if you want to, Councilman,

but we will be heard if we have
to shout it from the rooftops.

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

We will be heard!

Hello?

-[Councilman Peterson]
Kathleen Reynolds, please?
-She's no longer here.

Well, where is she?
This is Councilman Peterson
calling.

Oh, Councilman, I'm sorry.

I don't know.
She quit today.

She quit?

Yes, sir.

She came in, quit, and left.

She didn't even bother
taking anything with her.

Thank you very much.

[Johnathan Smith]
Three months later,

the building for
the homeless opened.

Matthew Kane had raised
his voice and been heard

and a Native American, Humphrey
Bogart, would not be forgotten.

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