All language subtitles for Rich Man Poor Man s02e21.eng

Last on "Rich Man, Poor Man - Book ll"

We are here
for the most disagreeable duty,

to pass judgment on a fellow member
of the United States Senate.

Estep's sending an army of witnesses,
all lying through their teeth,

and there isn't a single thing
I can do to disprove them!

Mr Franklin, how did Charles Estep
force you to change your story?

Did he threaten to have you murdered
like Sarah Hunt?

I can't get over Maggie,
the way she fought for you.

You know, it really is all right.

What?

For you to have
two women in your life at once.

After the incident in Vietnam,
I instigated an SEC investigation

- into his company, Tricorp International.
- What did that investigation reveal?

- The fact that Charles Estep was terrified.
- Terrified? Terrified of what?

His past. The manner
in which Tricorp was founded.

You've been lying to me
ever since I came into this country!

If I hadrt lied for your father, he would be
in prison right now - or worse.

Was it out of love for me? Or was it
the six million dollars he paid you?

The investigation had barely begun
when he arranged to meet me.

He asked me to stop my investigation.
When I refused, he tried to bribe me.

If you go after him, he's gonna kill you.

He'll try.

And Sarah Hunt knew -
about the bribery, and the payoffs,

about the internal structure of Tricorp,
about a man named Albert Dietrich,

who funded Tricorp.

That night you were working in Whitby...

I opened your safe.

I phoned Estep with Franklirs name.

You've always been so damn good to me!

You're telling us a lot of things,
and you don't have one piece of evidence.

The pieces are all there! They are
all there, and Albert Dietrich is the key!

I can't make head nor tail
of these insane ramblings.

The only insane thing are these hearings!

Charles Estep is out there
murdering people.

He is buying his way
through this government!

- Help me.
- I have to protect my legislation.

That legislation is won'thless.
Because if Estep is running this country,

what you do in Congress
doesn't mean a damn thing.

Albert Dietrich, Albert Dietrich. Dammit!

And he's the key.

Rudy, do you wanna go over these?
They're Monday's procedures.

If I could just figure out who he is,
all the pieces would fall into place.

Solving the Times crossword
would be about as useful at this point.

These need your signature.

When I had Claire Estep on the stand,
she was very shaky.

Shaky? Wait till you see yourself
on Monday.

If I could get just one more shot at her,
I bet she'd crack.

Rudy, look.
The final vote is Monday afternoon.

Now, if you lose that, the identity
of Albert Dietrich and a subway token

will get you to
your nearest unemployment office.

Now, could we please
deal with the problems at hand?

Anybody want a drink?
How about a nice, relaxing drink?

No, thanks, Billy.
Why don't you help yourself?

No, I'm fine.

Rudy.

Uh... Would it help
to have a piece of evidence?

On Estep?

You got one?

He must keep records. The important
ones he probably keeps with him.

- So?
- Let me have a try at it.

- You?
- I have experience.

There's a plane from Dulles to McCarran.
If I leave now, I can be on it.

- Rudy, I got you into this.
- Yes, you did.

- And I'm over my head now.
- I'll play it very close to the belt.

"Play it close to the belt"?
Billy, this isn't a game.

- The man kills people.
- I know exactly who he is,

and what he does.

No, I am not going to resort to that route.

- I'm too big to need your permission.
- Billy!

You know, I really would like a drink.

Rudy?

Did you ever wanna have
a certain kind of feeling and you just...

- just couldn't drum it up?
- (laughs)

My problem is usually
getting them to go away.

I'd like to forgive him, and forget it.

And I can't.

Well, you know what they say:
For everything there's a season.

It's too soon. But seasons change.

(sighs)

- So do people.
- Yes, they do.

- You've changed.
- I know.

- I like it.
- I didn't change for you.

- Ah... That was meant as a compliment.
- OK.

It's ironic that people change most
when things are at their worst.

Diane leaving, you and Kate... Sitting there
with the rug pulled out from under me,

I was able to face
some truths about myself.

- For instance?
- For instance,

I haven't been a good mother.

That's a tough one.

And my being guilty about it
simply made it worse.

And for a lady who fought so hard
for her independence,

I not only lost mine in our relationship
but then I tried to take away yours.

- Arert you being a little hard on yourself?
- No, I think I'm just seeing myself straight,

and trying to take responsibility
for who I am.

That's an ambitious undertaking
for anyone.

Well, it ain't exactly a forward march
into the sunset, but it's a start.

And what is the new Miss Porter doing
with what's left of the evening?

Getting a very solid five hours' sleep.

Can I buy her a late supper?

Rudy, I think we should wait
until these hearings are over

before we try any late-night, um, suppers.

You're taking a chance. After, I may not be
able to afford supper of any description.

Consider that when you weigh the case
of Kate Jordache versus Maggie Porter.

Can she support you?

Hm...

Is Mr Estep in?

Do you know where he can be reached?

Is Mrs Estep in?

Tell her this is urgent business.

Well, when can I speak to her?

All right. Never mind.

(sighs)

(knocking)

OK, OK. I'm coming. Just a minute.

- Who is it?
- Billy.

- What's the matter? I get you out of bed?
- No... Yeah. What do you want?

First I wanna get out of this hallway
before maid service runs me over.

Some other time, huh?

I've been thinking about Estep's offers
to you - TV and films. And I thought:

"Hell, I got you this far. So, why should he
jump on for the cushy part of the ride?"

- That's terrific, Billy, but...
- That's not it. I'm here to do good deeds.

Only since it's not my usual style,
it doesn't come that easy.

Have you ever tried
to turn over a new leaf?

Just because you're so sick of yourself
that you think it's fatal?

I haven't had my second cup of coffee and
I don't know what you're talking about.

I've been a tap dancer all my life,
moving in circles at the speed of sound.

I wanna learn to walk...

One foot in front of the other
in a straight line, like normal people.

Only I need some help,
from somebody who really knows me.

Who'll recognise
when I'm doing my old thing

- and tell me to cool it.
- We'll talk some other time.

I don't really know
what loving somebody means.

But... you mean more to me than anyone.

And I need you.

- So how about you and me...?
- (door opens)

Hello, Billy.

My timing's off. Looks like
it's the early worm who gets around here.

- How's Washington?
- It stinks, from something rotten.

- And the senator?
- You know how he is.

You can't help him now, Billy.

- He's made his own bed.
- If there's any way...

I'll see that you lie in it, in state.

If you don't want me, fine.

But if you take him,
you're gonna lose everything you have,

maybe even your own life.

Please, Annie.
For the long way we've been together...

don't.

I'm just not supposed to let you by,
Mrs Estep. I'm sorry...

- Mrs Estep?
- Would you tell him to get out of my way?

- She just wants to run a short errand.
- Is there anything I can get for you?

- I can get it myself.
- I'm afraid you can't, ma'am.

- What do you mean, I can't?
- I have orders to take care of you here.

Orders? What orders?

Get my husband on the phone.

Ma'am, they're your husband's orders.

And what if I just
walked over to that elevator?

- Mrs Estep, please.
- What would you do?

I'd have to stop you.

- That won't be necessary.
- Thank you.

Can you handle this detail, sonny,
or should I get a man to do it?

I can handle it, sir.

Then stop looking like you just pushed
your mother off the bridge.

- I just hate to treat a lady like that.
- There's things you'd hate a lot worse.

Like how her husband would treat you
if you didn't.

Mrs Estep?

Mrs Estep!

(coughing)

Judging by the dust,
these have gotta be 100 years old.

- 1944.
- Ask a silly question.

Now, what have Nazi concentration camps

have to do with
Arizona land transactions of 1949

and gifts to the Holy Order of St Francis?

- What are you looking for?
- Just two more pieces of the puzzle.

- Can I help?
- Yes. Cover the doors, the phones.

- No interruptions.
- You got it.

- Jordache Salt Mines?
- Almost.

- Kate...
- Lunchtime.

- No, not today.
- Aw, come on.

You know what they say
about all work and no play.

I'll have to take my chances. I'm getting
used to a caffeine and nicotine diet.

Exactly why we're going
to the health-food emporium.

Carrot juice, seeds, sprouts...
It'll make a new person out of you.

Well, the restoration of Rudy Jordache
will have to wait.

OK. I wouldn't want to drag you away
from important business.

On the other hand...

you leave me no choice.
Come on. Get up. Come on.

Dammit, Kate, cut it out! I'm fighting for
my life here. Don't you understand that?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- (sighs) I was being selfish.
- No...

You were being Kate.

I shouldn't expect you to understand
what I'm going through now.

I guess Maggie must understand,
since she works with you.

Now, come on.
That's got nothing to do with us.

You're right.

- Forget I said it?
- Mm-hm.

OK, go back to work.

Hey.

I'm sorry about lunch.

That's all right. I'll tell you what.
Tonight I will cook you a meal

that will make you forget
you even missed lunch today.

OK. Give me a hint,
so I have something to look forward to.

OK. Picture a plate.

Steaming, aromatic,

heaped high with a juicy...

- pile of tripe!
- Tripe?

- And kelp.
- Help!

- Topped with turnip mash.
- Ugh!

- Oh, and for dessert...
- I can hardly wait.

A slightly chipped fortune cookie
with the message "I love you".

(sighs)

My God!

Ken?

- Get me on the next flight to Montreal.
- What's in Montreal?

With any luck...

Albert Dietrich.

(Raymond) In the sitting room.

My God.

- Claire, is she all right?
- Apparently.

- What do you mean?
- She disappeared during the fire.

In the confusion, nobody saw her leave.

- When did this happen?
- This morning.

- Why wasrt I notified?
- We tried. We couldn't find you.

I was in the hotel all the time
with Ms Adams.

Next time you decide to bed down with
a headliner, please let somebody know!

All right. All right, I want to talk
to the fireman who was in charge.

There were no firemen. Security put it out.

Security? Why?

I didn't think you'd like to read
in the morning papers, uh...

"Wife of billionaire
sets hotel suite ablaze."

- Claire did this?
- Al Barber says she wanted out, badly.

- Do you know where she is now?
- She's gone to Jordache, to testify.

What the hell are you talking about?

She bought a one-way ticket
to Washington,

under the name Claire Dietrich.

Dietrich?

Ohh...

- Do we have any way of stopping her?
- It's too late. She's landing now.

All right.

I may not be able to stop Claire...

but I sure as hell can stop Jordache.

Find Falconetti,
get him up here right away.

- Is that phone working now?
- Yes.

This is Estep. I'm in the suite.
Put me through to Washington to Dillon.

(phone rings)

Dillon? This is Charles.

Claire is about to arrive there.
She's on her way to see Jordache.

See if you can stop her.

If you can't, find out who she talks to
and what she says.

Right. Get back to me as soon as you can.

(knocking)

- Come in.
- Mr Raymond said that you wanted to...

I didn't have anything to do with this.

Nobody accused you, Anthony.

I know, sir, but... people are always
laying stuff like this on me, and...

- it makes me... it makes me nervous.
- Well, relax. How have you been?

- I've been fine. I've been fine, sir.
- Been treated well?

Sure. I have a nice room,
and, uh... the chow's good.

So, you've enjoyed your stay with us?

- There've been some pleasant moments.
- Good.

Mr Estep?

- You're not cutting me loose, are you, sir?
- On the contrary, Anthony.

The best is yet to come.

- I made a promise to you, remember?
- That's a promise I'll never forget.

And I'm a man of my word.

And you, Anthony Falconetti...

- have been as good as your word.
- Thank you, sir.

And your patience is about to pay off.

Now?

Now.

Thank you. Thank you, Mr Estep.

Thank you, sir.

I'll be going now.

Where are you going, Anthony?

I'm going East to find Jordache.

Well, since there are warrants out
for your arrest

in six - or is it, um... seven -
Eastern states,

do you think that's very wise?

- I see what you mean, sir.
- So...

Why not bring the senator
out here, to you?

- How do I do... how do I do that, sir?
- He has a nephew living here,

if I'm not mistaken.

Yes, sir. A young blond boy.

I know where he lives,
I know where he works...

I know everything about him.

Sounds like you've been doing
some advance work, Anthony.

Well, I suppose that would bring
the senator running out to...

- our little part of the world.
- How's that, sir?

If something were to happen
to his nephew.

- Oh...
- Do you think you could arrange for that?

It'd be my pleasure, sir.

Boo!

Hey, it's me. You wouldn't want
to shoot your own wife, would you?

- Don't ever do that.
- I'm sorry.

I just don't want any accidents.

Well, we're not gonna have to worry
about Falconetti any more.

- Oh, yeah?
- Hey, Wes, it's me, Diane,

not Falconetti, OK?

I found us a place.

It's kinda near the tracks,
but we'll get used to the trains.

It's got a living room,
a separate bedroom,

there are a lot of young married couples
around, and it's only $80 a month.

- That's great.
- It's someplace we can really settle into.

And the landlady said that I can paint
the kitchen and I can put up curtains...

And Falconetti's never gonna find us
there, because you know what?

I said we were Mr and Mrs Jones.

- Jones?
- Yeah.

And with that name we'll blend right in
and nobody will ever find us.

- Did you put down a deposit?
- Part of it.

But the rest of the money you gave me
I spent on a present for our new home.

What?

Isn't it pretty? I bought a whole set.

And... (light thud)

...it's unbreakable.
It'll last us the rest of our lives.

No.

Don't you like it? I can take it back.

- What is it, Wes? What are you doing?
- There isn't gonna be a "rest of our lives".

- Why not?
- I'm leaving.

No!

We don't have what it takes
to spend our lives together.

Yes, we do. You said you loved me.

Love's a lousy word
to cover a lot of different feelings.

I wish there was another word,
cos I care for you, I care about you...

But I don't love you the way a man
loves a woman that he makes his wife.

You deserve somebody
that belongs to you 100% .

And who do you belong to?

It was my mistake. But piling one mistake
on top of another won't solve anything.

Ramona. Are you going to her?

- Yeah.
- Why?

I thought you couldn't leave. I thought
you had business with Falconetti.

I do. It's gonna change my life.
Maybe end it, I don't know.

First I have to see Ramona and tell her
what I should've told her before.

Wes, if you leave me,
God knows what will happen to me.

What happens to you now is up to you.
You can go back to hustling,

you can hurt yourself,
you can be good to yourself...

I hope you choose to be good to yourself,
but I can't make that choice for you.

Wes?

(sobbing)

(knocking)

Wes?

Where is he?

(PA) Now boarding at gate 15,

flight number 274 for New York City.

Now boarding.

Mr Jordache. Mr Wesley Jordache,
white courtesy telephone.

Mr Jordache. Mr Wesley Jordache,
white courtesy telephone.

Yeah, this is Wes Jordache.
Wha...? Thanks.

(Diane) Ow!

I got your lady here with me.

We're having some fun, me and her.

- Falconetti...
- I thought you might like to join us.

The Crow Canyon turnoff on 266.

Ow!

Listen...

I hope you can make it.

Excuse me.

- I'm Senator Jordache, from New York.
- Welcome.

Is there a man here
named Albert Dietrich?

Yes. You would like to see him?

Yes.

There is Mr Dietrich.

Thank you.

Albert Dietrich?

What can I do for you?

Are you a German Jew?

Did you survive
the Nazi concentration camps?

- Who are you?
- Are you the Albert Dietrich

who entered the United States in 1949
with his daughter Claire?

- Why are you here?
- Are you that Albert Dietrich?

All I want is a simple yes or no.

Are you that Albert Dietrich?

- Why do you ask these questions?
- Yes or no?

- Yes.
- No!

Albert Dietrich died
in Bergen-Belsen in 1944.

I am Albert Dietrich.

You took Albert Dietrich's identity,
after you'd taken everything he owned,

and you did it with the help of a young
army lieutenant named Charles Estep.

Tell me, how many other
poor, helpless Jews

did you profit from as they tried
to buy their way out of the gas chambers?

You are angry, and misinformed.

How did you do it?
Promise them safe passage out?

- I can't answer questions...
- Tell them you'd spare their children?

Tell me, just how does a Nazi
paper-pusher rip off dying people...

Ernst Dettmer?

Allow me to answer those questions.

Charles Estep found himself in a position
to destroy your military service records,

and Ernst Dettmer simply became a name
on a war crimes list who had vanished.

And all it cost you was six million dollars.

A mars life is won'th
whatever he can pay for it.

You had discovered Albert Dietrich
owned land in the United States.

400,000 acres in Arizona.

That's why you came to this country,
to lay claim to his land,

and to sign it over to Charles Estep.

An acceptable payment
for services rendered?

Well, he was a shrewd young man.

And the rest of your spoils
you deeded to this order.

Why was that?

- Why do you think?
- Are you going to tell me it was remorse?

Perhaps it was,
or perhaps it was only expediency,

- the price to pay for a place of refuge.
- Well, you are no longer safe,

because I am going to drag you
right out in the open.

If you can find the evidence
to prove this wild tale.

I found you, Dettmer.

I found your name on the order
that sent Albert Dietrich to his death.

I found the Arizona land transfer in
Dietrich's name that you made your own,

and I found your name
on the Nazi war crimes list.

So you found a name. That's all you
found, because that's all that exists!

No photographs, no fingerprint files...
no survivors!

So tell me, my self-righteous young friend,
will you send a name to prison? Huh?

Falconetti!

Falconetti! You wanted me here, I'm here!

Wes! Go back!

Go back!

Diane.

Over here.

(gunshots)

Don't move.

(gunshots)

Stay here.

(Falconetti yells)

May I talk with you?

How long have you been here?

Long enough to figure out where to hide
if they came looking.

Please, come in.

- Would you like to sit down?
- Thank you.

When I was a little girl,
my father used to bring me sugar.

It was very hard to get during the war.

And he'd hold them behind his back
and make me guess which hand.

And then he'd say,
"Sag nichts zum F�hrer."

"Don't tell the F�hrer."

Near the end of the war,
things happened very quickly.

My mother died.

The Allies came.

We fled on foot,

walking at night, hiding during the day.

And my father often carried me,
and I loved him then, very much.

And now?

(sighs) A child loves
whoever protects her.

My father was not Albert Dietrich.

He's Ernst Dettmer.

You knew that?

Not soon enough.

I've seen your father.
I know the whole story.

And there isn't a thing I can do
to prove it.

I'll testify to my father's crimes,
and to Charles'.

I know he was responsible
for that union leader's death.

I know enough to tell an incredible story.

I've been telling incredible stories
for months,

without any evidence to prove them.

Did you know that your husband
is a benevolent businessman?

That you're Claire West...

and I'm crazy?

Would these help you?

Where did you get these?

After my father told me he was destroying
our past, burning all our papers,

I took them and I hid them.

The past was all I had.

And after he left me in America,
I used to take them out

and look at my mother's signature
and my father's face,

and remember the times before she died
and he used to bring me sugar.

Diane.

My God. What happened?

Falconetti. He got me,
and then Wes came to help...

and he got Wes.
Then he drove us here.

He drove you? Falconetti beat you both up
and then he drove you to the hospital?

Nurse, let's get a blanket on this lady. We
want to keep you warm, Mrs Jordache.

Lie down, will you, please?
Are you related to the Jordache boy?

Yeah, I'm his brother. How is he?

Uh...

He's in intensive care.

He, uh, has internal bleeding,
congested lower left lobe, concussion...

- It's not too good.
- What are his chances?

I never know how to answer that question.
Are you gonna stick around?

- I'll be right here.
- Then I'll keep you informed.

Nurse? See that she stays put.

- Billy, stay with me.
- I'll be right back.

(phone rings)

- Yes?
- Rudy. It's me, Billy. I'm in a hospital.

- What happened? Are you hurt?
- It's not me, it's Wes.

- Wes?
- He's here. And Falconetti got him.

- How bad is it?
- Bad.

- I'll be on the next plane out.
- I'll get the police on it.

Maybe they can pick up Falconetti. He's
working as a guard at the Tricorp Hotel.

Don't involve the police.

I'll take care of Falconetti myself.