All language subtitles for The Streets of San Francisco s01e16 The Setup.eng

Barber.

Fink.

Guards!

Harmon stinks. You tell him.

Flight 4 for New York
now loading, Gate 7.

Flight 4 for New York
now loading, Gate 7.

Mr. Hal Shaw,
please report to the ticket office.

Mr. Hal Shaw,
please report to the ticket office.

- Jerry.
- Hello, O'Brien.

Since when did the DA's office
start babysitting?

We wanna make sure on this one,
Mike.

- Yeah, so do I.
- I'll watch the front.

- Did you check that room?
- I checked it. It's empty.

How do you feel?

All right, this one's around-the-clock.

One man in and one man out.
No visitors.

Before I put you on the stand,
I wanna go over your testimony if you--

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Look,

I don't know these two.

How do you know
they don't belong to Harmon?

How do you know I don't?

Haseejian? Stone.

Tell the captain we're back.

Yeah, he's fine.

How's that again?

Nick Karl? When?

Okay, keep me posted.

Nick Karl?

I thought he was dead.

So did I.

Customs officer who used to work
for the police department

spotted him in the airport

getting off a plane from France.

And they lost him?

Where could he have gone? I...

- Family? Friends?
- I don't know.

Nobody ever got close to him.

What about Tim Murphy?

Yeah. Yeah, maybe.

Look, Stone, you gotta protect me.
You gotta--

- You got a minute?
- Outside.

Stone.

- Harmon must've sent for him.
- Yeah.

- And guess who he's after?
- I know.

We've been looking for Nick Karl
ever since this case broke.

Look, I know legally you've got nothing
to pick him up on,

but if you get to him, talk to him.
He could be a witness.

A witness? Now, look, O'Brien,

he's here to kill the only witness
you've got.

Maybe, but it's worth a try.
So if you find him--

I'll find him. I'll talk to him.

Mike, look, this is important.

We've had Johnny Harmon
under investigation for 18 months.

Six thousand man-hours digging
for something to nail him on.

Tax fraud, narco,
prostitution, gambling.

He's into all of them. The kingpin.

But we've never been able to prove
anything until Barber cried for help.

Three men saw Harmon kill Wallick.

One of them's dead
and Barber's running scared.

Nick Karl was the third.

Now, maybe he's scared too.
Talk to him, that's all.

O'Brien, can I tell you something?

He's not scared.

- Where are we going?
- Tim Murphy.

Runs a bar on Leavenworth.

Right.

Who is this Nick Karl?

Hit man.

Used to work for Johnny Harmon.

He used to?

When Johnny Harmon
was climbing out of the gutter,

Nick Karl built rungs for him
out of bodies.

Has he ever been nailed?

Too smart.

He's a machine. No pity, no passion,

no mistakes.

Really cold, huh?

How do you figure a guy like that?

You don't.

Just keep him in front of you.

Where's he been?

I don't know. He disappeared about
seven or eight years ago.

The talk was that he got shot up
pretty badly in a fight somewhere

and went to Europe and died.

Too bad he didn't.

Well, that sounds pretty personal.

One of those bodies wore a badge.

- Where's Little Joe?
- Who?

The guy that owns this place.

Oh, him.
He died a couple of years ago.

We're under new management.
You want a room?

Yeah.

Three-eleven.

Got one on the second floor
that's better if you--

No, keep it.

Twelve dollars a night in advance.

When do you get off?

Midnight.

Do you know how to make
an overseas call on this?

Sure.

Two nights.

A hundred dollars? What's that for?

Half's for you,
half's for the night man.

- Why?
- Somebody might pay me a visit.

I don't like surprises.

All right...

..."Mr. Smith."

- Listen, I'll show you the way.
- I know the way.

Sorry about Little Joe.

I heard he died of a heart attack.

If you want, I can ask some--

Yeah.

Wanna make a local call.

555-3781.

This is Nick Karl.

Yeah, just hold on, I'll get him.

Mr. Harmon, yeah, he's on the horn.

Nick?

You son of a gun. How are you?

All right. How about you, Johnny?

Never better.

Yeah, I missed you, Nick.

It's been a long time.

Yeah, too long.

I ought to lay into you
for not keeping in touch.

What am I hearing?
You breaking down the piece?

Nothing changes, right?

We get older.

Yeah, but we stay smart.

Listen, Nick,

I really appreciate your coming back.

If you need anything...

No.

I've got everything I need.

I wish I did.

All I got is problems.

- That's why I'm here, Johnny.
- Yeah.

Nick,

it's not set up yet.
Where can I find you?

Chinatown. You know the place.

Room 311.

Good.

You just sit tight.

I'll call you in the morning, okay?

Anybody I know, Johnny?

Hey, this is the first time
I knew you to ask.

Why, does it make a difference?

Never has, has it?

That's the Nick I remember.

I'll call you in the morning.

Two coffees, Tim.

Coffee, huh?
Gotta be AA or Mike Stone.

- Could you make one of those a tea?
- I don't have any tea.

One coffee with a little cream.

I haven't seen you around,
lieutenant.

I haven't been around.

Well, I guess your business
is better than mine, huh?

- Looking for somebody special?
- Nick Karl.

Nick Karl, huh?

That was years ago.

No, kidding, lieutenant,
somebody really seen Nick?

- Just today.
- I can't believe it.

Why would he come here,
lieutenant?

We weren't good friends.

Only reason we got along at all
was because he used to like my sister.

Well, could he be in touch with her?

I buried her last July.

Sorry. I wouldn't know
where to find him.

Thanks anyway, Tim.

You're welcome.

- Hey, let me put this in a paper cup.
- No, no, thanks.

- Sure?
- Yeah.

I wish I were as sure about you, Tim.
See you.

You think he was lying?

Eight-to-five he never had a sister.

You wanna stay here?

- No, take it around the block.
- Right.

Can I help you?

No, thanks, just looking up a buddy.

Yeah?

- What time you got?
- Ten to 2.

Maybe we covered
for the wrong play.

We're gonna stay right here
until Tim throws the bolt on that door.

Headquarters to Inspectors 8-1.
Come in, 8-1.

Inspectors 8-1.

Nine-oh-one, your office,
Inspector Haseejian, immediately.

Tell him two minutes.

Now, if you see Nick Karl,
you just sit tight.

Don't move in.

Can I use your phone?

Too late to get a beer?

Sorry, it's 2:00.

You know how I feel
about breaking the law, Nick.

How long you've been telling time
like that?

Oh, five, six years.

You never let me know.

What's to know?
I'm not complaining.

Sorry, Tim.

Nick Karl sorry? Come on.

Better bend the rules
and buy you that beer after all.

Coffee would be fine.

Coffee, huh?

Big push on coffee tonight.

How will you have it?

Black.

By the way, Mike Stone was in tonight.
He was looking for you.

- Stone?
- Yup.

Homicide sergeant?

No, he's lieutenant now.

Yeah, that must be him
down the block.

Stakeout?

I took a couple of rounds
in different cabs.

There's an older man and a kid
in an unmarked car.

Well, how's the wife?

Fine.

It must be some woman
to make you like farming.

Yeah.

And two sons. I can't get over it.

Right time, right place,
people change.

You're lucky, Nick.
Some people never change.

Take me.

I got no sons, but I got a business.
I got friends.

I don't have to get up in the middle
of the night and check the door, either.

That's a blessing.

How about Johnny?

Johnny?

Now, Johnny's different.
He got a lot of problems.

- Am I one of them?
- What do you mean?

Somebody tried to hit me tonight.

Johnny was the only one
that knew where I was.

Oh, come on, Nick.

Johnny wouldn't do a thing like that.
Why?

- You two were just like brothers.
- Sure.

Look, Nick.

You know, there's a lot of people
who'd like to knock you off.

And if the cops spotted you, well,
somebody else did too, that's all.

But you gotta trust Johnny.

Look, Nick,

I told Johnny you said you'd do it
because he asked you,

because you figured you owed him.

Oh, and he gave me something
to lay on you.

Ten grand.

That's how Johnny treats his friends.

Look, Nick, I never would have
asked you to come back here,

but Johnny kept bugging me.

"Where is he?" he kept saying.
"Find him."

I never told him where you were.
I never told anybody.

But, Nick, Johnny needs you.

Hold it for me until Johnny and I talk.

Talk?

Palace of Fine Arts, half-hour.

He's here.
He came in just after you left.

- What did Haseejian have to say?
- A wrinkle nobody was looking for.

- Anything you can bust him on?
- No, but it'll shake him up a bit.

Hello, Stone.

You have a good memory.

- Remember the drill?
- Sure.

We still do it.

Tim told me you been dropping by.

I don't suppose
you remember Rogers?

Not off the top.

Twelve years ago,
my senior partner then?

Okay, turn around.

He had you on the hook.

He went to talk
to a witness one night

and caught a bullet in the throat.

That was a long time ago.

You're right.
Let's talk about 11:30 tonight.

All right, your lead.

The two guys who kicked
your hotel-room door in,

do you know who they were?

The hotel clerk pulled their pictures
from our files.

The Sangster brothers.
Bobby and Bernie.

It doesn't ring.

- Well, maybe Tim can ring it for you.
- Can't help you.

Everybody knows the Sangsters,
don't they, Steve?

They work for Johnny Harmon.

And you do know Johnny Harmon,
don't you, Nick?

Or maybe you thought you did.

And you're trying to tell me
that Johnny wants me dead?

He's afraid you're gonna talk,
just like Barber.

- Barber?
- That's right. Nobody told you?

We've got him
under protective custody.

He nailed Harmon
for the murder of Abe Wallick.

Barber says that Harmon killed him.

That'll be the first time
he pulled the trigger himself.

Now, Barber saw it
and so did a junkie named Rawls

and so did you.

Rawls broke it wide open.

But Harmon got to him.
The coroner's report was OD.

But Barber knew it was murder.
He's scared.

He agreed to testify, Nick.

You could corroborate
that testimony.

You read it all wrong, Nick,
just like we did.

Now, Harmon wasn't sure
he could get you over there in Europe,

so he brought you here
where he could control it.

Not for the hit like you think,

but to set you up.

Is that all?

You tell me.

We know you were in that hotel room
because we've got your prints.

And we found a picture in there too.
She's beautiful, Nick.

Two nice little boys.

They mean anything to you?

You want me to hand you Johnny.

Just the way he handed you
over the Sangsters, right.

If he did,
that's between Johnny and me.

No hunting parties
in the streets, Nick,

because I'm gonna be watching you.
I'll watch you like a hawk.

Every step you take.

I'll be watching too.

Good.
We'll watch each other then, huh?

In case you change your mind,

our switchboard
is open day and night.

Sure.

- Smart cop, that Mike Stone.
- Yeah.

Let's go. Catch us a cab.

Okay.

You know what they're trying to do,
don't you, Nick?

I mean, all that talk about a setup.

Boy...

...they really want Johnny so bad,
they're working all the angles.

Well, do you think he believed you?

- I think he already had it figured.
- Yeah.

There they are.

Don't lose them.

Are they with us?

For now.

You want me
to check the front desk?

He's gotta see Harmon.

Make a U.

Get to the side exit on Geary.

Right there.

Well, that ought to buy us
a little time.

Now you'll get the real scam
from Johnny.

Palace of Fine Arts.

Instinct tell you that?

Old age.

Come on. Let's move.

- Give me the envelope.
- Sure.

Here you are.

And the piece.

Oh, Nick, you don't need that now.

Give me the piece.

I'll wait here.

No need to keep the meter running.

Johnny will take us home.

Yeah. Yeah. I guess you're right.

You said west side.

The breeze is coming from the Bay.
That puts us south.

It's been a long time.
I must've made a mistake.

Would he meet Harmon
without a gun?

If I could read him all the time,

I would've had him locked up
12 years ago.

Stick to the shadows.

- There he is.
- Johnny?

That's who we came to see,
isn't it?

Sure.

Well, you two got things
to talk about.

Why don't you go ahead?

We got no secrets from you, Tim.

Let's go see him.

Please, Nick, I'm an old man.

I'm an old man who just wanted to see
something again before he died.

You sold me out. What for, Tim?

What did Johnny pay you?

My eyes.

He promised to get me a transplant.

I knew I could never swing it myself.

I'm sorry, Nick.

I'm sorry.

Tim Murphy sorry?

Yeah, I guess maybe you are sorry.

We're all sorry.

You, me, Johnny.
We were born sorry.

I guess we'll die the same way.

- Johnny.
- Johnny's not there, Tim.

I figure you got about 60 feet to tell me
which side they're gonna hit us from.

I don't know, Nick. I don't know.
Johnny!

Hold it!

- Forget it.
- Okay, okay.

Don't shoot, man. I'm through.

Don't shoot.

Nick.

Nick.

- He's gone.
- What about the other one?

He's dead. So's Tim.

- All right.
- Get up.

Stand up.

- Was Nick hit?
- Yeah.

How bad?

I don't know.

I thought I took him out
and he just kept coming.

Anything on Karl?

No. Harmon's house is staked out,
but he hasn't shown up yet.

I just come from Barber.
He's hysterical.

Tell him he's got nothing
to be scared of now.

Johnny Harmon's the guy
to be scared.

All he wants to hear
is that Nick Karl is behind bars.

Now, why couldn't you hang onto him
when you had him?

Boy, you guys kill me, you know that?
You really do.

You keep yelling, "You don't have
enough to make the arrest stick."

And now you want an arrest
without a case at all.

Well, you could've come up
with something.

I didn't hear that.

I guess I didn't either until just now.
I'm sorry, Mike.

But all I know is I've got a preliminary
on Friday

and the only witness I have
is so scared

he's not about to say anything
to anybody.

You're tired. Get some sleep.

Jerry, we'll call you
as soon as we pick him up, all right?

I like your confidence, Steve,

but how do you know
he won't go underground again?

Nick Karl's family.

If he runs, Johnny Harmon
will be looking for him

and the family for the rest of his life.

He's out there somewhere.

And when he tries to see Harmon,

that's when we see him.

Yes, operator.

That's Loire, France.

The call was supposed to
come through at 9:00.

Yes, I do.

Madame Karl.

Merci, Armand.

Hello?

Darling.

I was so worried I'd miss your call.

Are you all right?

Yes, I am.

Do you want to talk to the children?

I wanna talk to you.

- I miss you.
- I miss you too.

Very much.

When are you coming back?

It won't be long now.

How's everything?

Terrible.

Paul let the goat out
and he ate five of the new roses.

And I broke a window trying
to fix the door and--

Well, we're just lost without you,
that's all.

How's Nicholas?

Oh, he's fine. The doctor said
it was just a stomachache.

Here. Come and say hello to papa.

Come on. Get up.

- Papa?
- Hi, pal.

- You feeling okay now, huh?
- Yes, Papa.

Kiss your mama for me, huh?

Okay.

Here's Paul.

Hello, Papa.

Hi, Paul.

When are you coming home?

As soon as I can.

Now, you be a good boy now,
all right?

I will. I'm sorry about the goat, Papa.

The goat?

Well, you take good care
of your mom for me, all right?

Yes, sir.

Goodbye, son.

Goodbye, Papa.

Nick?

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

I just picked up a cold, that's all.

Look, Michelle,

I've gotta go now.

All right, darling.

Take care of yourself.

We love you.

Michelle,

I love you too.

Marjorie,

Dr. Levias said I could speak
to a patient named Sangster.

- Bobby Sangster?
- That's right.

Yes, lieutenant.

The patient's in Room 214,
right down the hall.

- 214. Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Oh, hang on that phone.

Alrighty.

Just a minute. Mr. Harmon?

Nick,

before you say anything,
I want you to know it wasn't me.

I don't know Tim what told you, but--

- Tim's dead.
- Yeah, I heard.

He had it coming, Nick.

It had to been him that set you up.

Now, listen, you got the money,
just take it and go.

And forget the contract?

Oh, sure. No problem.
I'll handle it some way.

Consider it a wedding gift.

I never knew
where to send it before.

But you do now, right?

Nick,

I'm being straight with you.

Just like always.

I don't forget what people do for me.
You did plenty.

Okay.

Then maybe I can
ask you a favor, huh?

Name it.

I can't fly out of here.

I need some wheels.

Gonna try to make it to L.A.
Maybe even Mexico.

Sure.

No problem. Where do I find you?

Where the cops won't.

The Aquatic Park,
at the end of the pier.

Smart.

Give me 30 minutes.

Thanks, Johnny.

Steve.

Excuse me.

You got a fully sworn
and signed statement, right?

I'd like to put him back
in intensive care, the punk.

Gotta give Harmon one thing,
he keeps his boys in line.

I gotta give him nothing.

Lieutenant.

For you.

Thanks, Marjorie.

Yeah, Stone.

We're rolling.

- You got something?
- Maybe Johnny Harmon.

Stakeout boys say that his car
flew out of there like Apollo 12.

Inspectors 2-7 to Inspectors 8-1.

Still have suspect vehicle in sight.
Headed north on Van Ness.

Two-seven, this is 8-1.

We're approaching Van Ness.
Keep us posted.

Hold on, 8-1.
They're crossing Beach Street.

Looks like they're heading straight
for the pier.

Take them when they stop the car.

Eight-one to Communications,

alert all vehicles in the vicinity
of Aquatic Park.

Two-seven and 8-1 are involved
in chasing a suspect car.

Assist with a 221.

Possible Code 600.

Hi, hold it right there.

Police.
Puts your hands up on your head.

Move over.

Easy, easy.

They went out on the pier, Mike.

Phil, see if you can drop the chain.

Take it easy.

Be careful.

He may be armed.

Hold it.

Turn around easy.

He paid me, $5.

Hello, Johnny.

You don't have to look for Angie.
He's in the basement.

And Sonny's in the garage.

It's just you and me, Johnny.

- Nick, I just sent the boys--
- I know why you sent the boys.

You're hurt.

Pour me one of those.

You'd better see a doctor.

- Let me call--
- No calls.

Just pour.

Hold it.

Nothing from underneath
that counter.

- It's just ice.
- I don't use it.

Why, Johnny? Why?

You got me with this one, Nick.

One dumb mistake all those years ago
and it finally broke wide open.

And you thought I'd talk too, huh?

How could I know, Nick?
How could I be sure?

I mean, it's been eight years.

Eight years
and I never heard nothing from you.

Didn't even know
how to get word to you.

Didn't even know how you stood,

if they got to you first.

I couldn't take the chance.

You know why I came back,
Johnny?

Because you asked.

I didn't even think about it.

Otherwise,

I wouldn't have come back.

I don't like remembering
what I used to be.

All those years,

and all that time,

I remember I had one friend.

One guy I figured I owed.

No questions.

Do it, whatever it was.

So I came back for one more job.

But you took me off the hook.

I don't have to kill anybody now.

I can get rid of you
without even pulling this trigger.

You're gonna talk.

I got to. You showed me that.

Nick,

Tim said that family of yours
meant everything to you.

Now, if I don't get you to a doctor,
you're never gonna see them again.

They can make it along without me.

As long as I know
that you're out of the way.

Hold it, Harmon.

He was trying to kill me.

- Steve, get an ambulance.
- Right.

Inside pocket.

- What are they, Nick?
- Insurance policy.

Little one's for you

and the big one's for me.

Mail it for me, will you?

Nick.

Nick.

- Nick.
- It was good you were here.

I probably would've been jobbed
for this one too.

What?

You hired Nick for one more kill?

He just delivered.

Witness this, Steve.

What is that?

It's a deathbed confession,
Mr. Harmon,

on how you killed Abe Wallick.

Who's that for?

A widow and two orphans.

- Did you look inside?
- Well, how could I?

It's a federal offense to open
somebody else's mail. You know that.

Not before it's mailed.

Son of a gun.
Now you tell me, huh?

That was the money Johnny Harmon
paid Nick Karl, wasn't it?

For a job he didn't do.

Son of a gun.

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