All language subtitles for Route66 - S01E17 (Fly Away Home - Pt2)

(light music)

- Just to show there
are no hard feelings,

from me to you, Ace.

- What is it?

- What is it?

It's a silk muffler.

- Well I can see that,
but what's it for?

- Now what kind of
a fly boy are you?

I mean, all the hot
shots wear silk mufflers.

It's like jump boots
to a paratrooper or

a briefcase in one of those
Madison Avenue geniuses.

Gives ya confidence, status.

- How's my status now?

- Quo man, quo.

(ominous music)

- Stiles?

- Yes sir?

- I don't suppose there's
anything I can say

might persuade you to turn
around, walk away while you can?

Forget this?

- No sir.

I just don't think
you're a jinx,

coarse I'm a guy that
walks under ladders.

It's quicker that
way and black cats,

I cross in front of their paths.

Guess I just don't
believe in jinx's.

- That's a brave and foolish
and too outspoken statement.

Anyway, there it is.

As soon as your
friend's settled in,

would you pull away the
chucks and sand away please?

No radio, no intercom,
just hand signals.

That's the ticket.

This first morning, we'll just
see what you're about a bit,

ring you out a little, give
you the feel of the ship.

(plane engine rumbling)

- Nothin' to worry
about Mrs. Windus.

He acts like a bright kid.

He'll be okay.

And we sure could
use an extra pilot.

- Who's worried?

Mr. Windus himself
taught that boy to fly.

- Yeah, Mrs. Windus,

I forgot you told me that.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

- Better get a hose and some
soap and water, Murdock.

- Right.

(laughter)

- Now I know why the fly
boys wear these things.

So they can throttle
their buddies

who have no sympathy for upside
down, inside out stomachs.

- Come on, walk around,
it'll do ya good.

- Thought you'd
be in town by now.

- I guess I'm just putting
it off til the last minute.

- Must think positively, right?

- Isn't that they may say no.

It's the smiling faces
and the pleasant manner

and the condescension.

I think that's almost as
bad as not getting the loan.

But you're right,
negative thinking.

How's the boy?

- Game, game with a new stomach.

He has good hands,
steady control.

Good luck Dora.

- Dora.

Now, Dora, let's
stop this nonsense.

- I told you Mr. Russell,
I'm not interested.

- Well this is a dusting
company, isn't it?

I've got a fat
contract for ya, Dora.

Just as fat as them
miserable trips

sittin' out in my field
grinding their teeth away

on my profits.

There's work to be done Dora.

Done right now and a lot
of money in it for you.

- There are plenty of
other outfits flying crops

in this valley, Mr. Russell.

- Well, they won't touch
sulfur, they don't want

no part of it.

- Then how can you ask me?

How can you possibly ask me?

- Well now I'll
just tell ya Dora.

Because other people can
afford not to fly sulfur.

You can't.

Not this year anyway.

Now look Dora, I drove
out here to make a deal.

And I'm gonna make a deal.

Sulfur does the job, see
like nothing else can

and I got a fortune in crops
needs a sulfur dusting.

Needs it now, today, tomorrow.

This week.

This contract of mine, Dora,

this'll put you back even.

You won't have to ham and
haw and do your pardon me's

and how do you
do's with the bank.

Far as worrying about
another fire goes.

Just make sure your planes
are grounded proper.

Just 'cause Jack got a
tough break flying sulfur,

you got a blind spot.

- You want this job
done, ask my husband.

- Well, I can't
hardly do that Dora.

Now can I?

- Why not?

Say it.

He's not dead.

He got out.

He managed to get out.

He's alive.

Somewhere, he's alive waiting.

Healing because he
doesn't want me to see him

all burned.

He'll come back.

Anyday now, he'll come back.

Side slippin' right in
over that ol' hanger.

Right under the mouth
of that ol' windsock.

Settin' it down like a mosquito.

- Well,

you go ahead Dora.

- Don't you be mannerly
with me Tom Russell

and don't you feel sorry for me.

I'm no widow to be pitied.

- You go ahead.

You go drive into town.

Have yourself a nice hot lunch.

I'll call ya up this afternoon.

(slow music)

How long since you
been paid, Skeet?

- That's about as much none
of your business, Mr. Russell,

as anything I can think of.

- Well, what happened to Jack,

well he just got a
tough break, that's all.

Could happen to anyone.

- No, Mr. Russell.

Not to anyone, just
to a duster pilot.

A duster flying four
feet off the ground

lugging a ton of sulfur.

That's the only one
it could happen to.

But it won't happen here again.

- I remember the first
cup of tea I was served

when the ground crews
were refueling our spits.

Just came back from
my first scramble.

Blitzy morning,
white mist everywhere

covering the tarmac.

I was grateful for that.

It hid my shaking knees.

Then this wife came
out of the mist with a

wonderful little trolley
with tea and sausage rolls.

She was wearing overalls
with flowered print.

I remember I was
no longer afraid.

Country which thinks
enough of it's pilots

to outfit it's ground
crews with coveralls

with flower print, that's
a country work dying for.

That's a sure sign of senility,
recalling past memories.

Won't happen again.

Alright Stiles, tomorrow we
start shooting take-off's

and landings.

(light orchestral music)

(knocking)

- [Woman] Buz?

Buz.

- Who is it?

- [Woman] Buz?

- Um, don't go away.

(upbeat orchestral music)

- If you can't get rid
of the family skeleton,

you might as well make it dance.

You mind the rattle
of old bones?

- Any point you
throw, I'll cover.

- I'll be in the car.

- You know, there was a time
I used to envy the sleepers.

All the normal people
who turn in at night,

go around, switch
off the lights,

find refuge in the dark,

escape for a little while.

But look at all they miss.

No crowds, no noise.

A chance to think.

A chance to window shop
without being pushed.

You saw him today, didn't you?

- Summers?

He was at the airport.

- What'd he talk about?

It was your idea, remember?

Pep talks between the halves?

- Okay, okay.

He talked about
flying, what else?

- Buz, it's not working, is it?

- Don't rush it, don't rush it.

- It'll never work.

I guess I wanted to talk
to you tonight because,

because you're a link,
do you understand?

You're a link with him.

- I said it's okay.

- It's not okay.

That's the trouble
with man and women.

For somebody to win,
somebody else has to lose.

- Well, who wants to win em all?

- Try to see that
nothing happens to him.

That he lives.

- Why shouldn't he?

- Because he thinks
he's overdue.

That he's already dead.

Oh, I won't bother you any more

or knock on your door.

It's selfish of me anyway.

- Christina, I keep
telling you, I don't mind.

I can take it.

- Not this.

You're too young.

You don't know what
it means to be lost,

hopelessly and not care.

He and I, we're bound together
by years of suffering.

Link by link, hand
in hand like a chain.

Rusty maybe, but unbreakable.

(somber music)

- Christina, that's
not Penny Candy.

- Keep your nose
down, your speed up.

That's the doctrine
for this ship.

Can you remember all that?

- I'd better.

- Mr. Summers.

I wanna make a speech.

Personal speech, me to you.

- Oh.

- It's about Christina.

The trouble is, I
don't know what to say

or whether there's
anything to be said.

- Well obviously, there must be.

- Don't you understand that
you've got her under glass?

Stopped up, suffocating?

How does she bust away from you

and how does she stop
singing all those

sad songs in the book?

How does she bust free
from you, Mr. Summers?

- You do have a lot to say
on the subject, don't you?

- Look I'm not enjoying this.

But let's get one
thing straight,

I'm not asking for myself.

Sure, she knocks me out.

Maybe I'm kidding myself
like my buddy says.

Maybe she's outta my league.

But that doesn't stop me
from fighting her battles.

Battle I mean, Mr.
Summers, one battle, you.

- Thank you.

Thank you for caring.

Switch on, start your engine.

(ominous orchestral music)

(loud engine pop)

- Where is she?

I asked you a question.

- Well Vicki, the
answer is still no.

- She didn't come
home last night.

- How would you know?

You're never home
yourself until sunrise.

Slap this side, Vicki.

Just slap this Christian
boy on his other cheek.

- You'd better show
me more respect.

- You know, there was a time
when your Daddy was around.

If anybody said
anything about you,

I'd have turned his head
counter-clockwise twice.

That's when you were
worth respecting.

- How do you know what I'm worth

and what I'm not worth?

- You won't make any
points around here, Vicki.

Not with me, not
with Mr. Summers,

not with any of the boys.

No matter how hard you try.

- Why not?

Aren't I good enough?

You talk about me.

Where were you last night?

- Summers around?

- He's out shooting
landings with Stiles.

- Bring them in.

- Yes ma'am.

- So you're not telling, huh?

- I've been from one end
of this valley to the other

calling on every rancher
I know trying to get us

some contracts.

- All night long?

- I had to speak to
Mr. and Mrs. Darcy

at the other side
of the Scottsdale.

Decided to get a early
start to wrap up my serving.

You weren't worried, were you?

- You could've been
dead or something.

- What are you doing here?

- I wanna go shopping.

I have to go shopping
thanks to you.

- Thanks to me?

This is Dora Windus.

Is Doctor Brewster in please?

Would you tell him I called?

And would you tell
him I'd appreciate it

if he could get out
here sometime today.

I'd like a blood count on
my swampers and pilots.

We're expecting a phosphate
job in the morning and--

Yes, Dora Windus.

Thank you.

Alright Vicki, we've
got work to do.

Not much, but we've
got to get started.

What's all this about shopping?

- You almost ruined everything
for me the other night

with Tod making him think I,

well I've been calling him and
he's taking me out tonight.

I need a new dress
so I can impress him.

So if you'll just let
me have a check for--

- [Dora] No checks Vicki.

- But.

- All outta checks, Vicki.

All out of everything.

The bank told me they
can't renew my note.

They can't extend
any more credit.

I told you, I've been up
and down this whole valley

trying to get a contract.

I managed to get one,
just one, a small one,

enough to buy engine parts
and fuel for this month,

but it won't keep us going
until the lettuce crop comes up.

- Then you'll have
to close this place?

- Yes.

- Well, the sooner, the better.

You should have
closed it last year

when Daddy was killed.

(somber music)

Oh, mother dear.

You think I'm the
talk of the town.

I'm nowhere compared to you.

Everybody calls you
that crazy Windus dane

pretending her
husband's still alive.

My Father, my Father is dead.

His ashes are scattered across,

across a bunch of
stinkin' tomato plants.

And that jinx, that
Summers is still here.

You know it's because
of him Daddy's dead.

Do you think I pretended
to be interested in him

for any other reason
except making him talk?

- Did he talk, Vicki?

- He didn't have to.

I found out about him.

He's dark and evil.

Like the shadow of death.

- He's your father's
friend, Vicki.

His best friend.

- When they come and
pad lock this place,

when they make you get out,

when you come home,

when you admit that
my Father's dead,

then I'll be your daughter.

Not until.

(intense music)

- You go look for your father
child, in every man you meet.

I've quit trying to stop you.

But you let me alone.

You let me look for him my way.

You let me wait for
him right here in peace

where his life was good,

where he loved his planes
and his work and his

clean Arizona sky.

(upbeat jazzy music)

- Table for three
tonight, Mr. Murdock?

- Uh no, separate tables Gene.

- All by himself
in another world.

- But I'd like my table
in this world, alright?

Uh, let me have
what I usually have.

- Alright.

(applause)

- Let him be anti-social.

Who needs him?

You're the one who
knows how to take off.

- Well, I thought he could
have one drink with us,

you know, it isn't
every day I solo.

- Who needs to solo?

- Alright, let's
drink to duel control.

(applause)

♪ Goodbye

♪ No use leading with our chins

♪ This is where our story ends

♪ Never lovers, ever friends

♪ Goodbye

♪ Let our hearts call it a day

♪ But before you walk away

♪ I sincerely want to say

♪ I wish you bluebirds

♪ In the spring

♪ To give your
heart a song to sing

♪ And then a kiss

♪ But more than this

♪ I wish you love

♪ And in July, a lemonade

♪ To cool you in
some leafy glade

♪ I wish you health

♪ And more than wealth

♪ I wish you love

♪ My breaking heart and I agree

♪ That you and I could never be

♪ So with my best, my very best

♪ I set you free

♪ I wish you shelter

♪ From the storm

♪ A cozy fire to keep you warm

♪ But most of all

♪ When snowflakes fall

♪ I wish you love

(applause)

(somber music)

- Pure advice, you know?

Flaming?

Was a time when
they burned witches,

but in our century, only pilots.

I often wondered if
there's any connection.

Witches, broomsticks, pilots,

air ships.

No matter.

Sings like an
angel, doesn't she?

- Yeah, a sad one.

- Paradise lost.

Tell me about yourself, Murdock.

- Tell you what?

- What kind of a fellow are you?

- Why?

- It's important.

- Well I never thought
too much about it.

To me, that's a rough question.

Now what would you
say if I asked you?

- I can sum myself
up quite precisely.

I'm a gaunt fellow full
of the sounds of the past,

hearing nothing of the present.

I'm aware of times to
spare, not despairing.

I'm a lean, thoughtful fellow

who gets a bout in
the clouds to gain

a temporary detachment.

A fellow who wants to stop
hurting and being hurt.

Simple as that.

What about you?

- I don't know.

I mean, I'm just a
guy moving around.

Still looking, still
wondering, still deciding,

about myself, that is,
not about Christina.

I know about her, about
her I can tell you.

- You love her?

- Well, I don't know her well.

- [Summers] You
want to love her?

- Look all of a sudden, I
don't wanna talk about it,

particularly with you.

- That's unfortunate because
I'd like to help you.

- What?

- Answer me, do you
want to love her?

- Yes.

- Well then, take her.

You take her the way I
did a long, long time ago.

Curious, I sound like a father
advising his son-in-law.

Yes, I took her the way a
woman dreams of being taken.

Not clinically, romantically.

On impulse.

Before she has time
to think or analyze.

Before she decides
you're too considerate,

too understanding.

Before she discovers that you're

really in awe of her,
already her slave.

A woman has to be swept
off her feet Murdock,

literally taken out of
herself, her senses drowned.

Has to be pursued, captured.

This is her nature,
this is her destiny.

The man who acts, not talks,
is the man who rules her.

I met Christina at an
afternoon cocktail party

in Mexico City.

I found that she'd never been
married and neither had I.

I asked her to have
dinner with me.

She said she couldn't
because she was singing

that evening at an
open aired theater.

I went to the airport,
I rented a helicopter.

I flew to the theater
and I landed on the stage

directly in the
middle of her song.

I simply picked her up,
put her in the helicopter

and flew off.

I asked her to
marry me, she did.

Goodnight Murdock.

- Why did you stop loving her?

- Did I say I stopped?

(somber music)

- I'm driving.

- Where?

- Get in.

We're gonna be late.

- Late for what?

I asked you a question Buz.

I told you, I'm not used to--

(intense music)

- Hey, don't touch your face!

- I keep forgetting
this stuff is poisonous.

- Well you might forget
but your blood cells won't

if you get any on your skin.

- What's the matter,
don't you like the outfit?

It's very sheek.

All us swampers
dress to the teeth.

Like you say, if
you don't, no teeth.

You're just bustin'
to ask me, aren't you?

So ask.

- This isn't just
another girl is it?

Somebody that comes and goes?

Just the girl for Phoenix?

- No, this isn't just
the girl for Phoenix.

- How does she feel about it?

- We didn't talk about it.

- What happens now?

Cheer up.

It's a big thing, it
should happen to me.

Buz, sooner or later,
it was bound to happen

the way we've been
kickin' around.

One day, you walk around
the corner and bingo,

there she is.

Size 10, a look in her eye
and all the chemistry going

and in one big flash,
you see your future.

You ought to celebrate.

Buz,

how old is she?

- What's a couple of
years here or there?

- Well it isn't the number.

It's what went into those years.

- Well, you saw her.

You can see she's
an unhappy kid.

- She wasn't always.

- Yeah, that's right.

She wasn't always, but
you can't always be

the first guy on
the scene, Todd.

- Well, we got 1200 bucks
in the Denver account.

Half of that is yours.

Whatever we make
here, we split 50/50.

I'd fly a grapefruit crate
from one end of this valley

to the other 10 hours a
day if it would help you

get started and if it would
get Christina smiling again.

Look, aren't we the guys
that were looking for roots?

What's the matter with Phoenix?

Everything else here has roots.

Tomatoes, lettuce, cabbages,

this is the place!

And if anything bugs
you, well you call me.

I'll spray it down with tep.

- Yeah, maybe this is the place.

- What about Hanson?

He's got 300 acres that
haven't been dusted

since last season.

- Are you just going to
stand there making happy talk

and ignore Doctor
Brewster's report?

- That Doctor's an alarmist.

- No, that's one thing
about a plasmatist.

It's the most impersonal
personal thing in the world.

No matter how you argue
it, your blood count

is 48% of normal.

I've got to keep you away
from phosphates for two weeks.

Ground you.

- Ya know Dora, you
remind me of myself.

Back in the days when
I'd have to call in

one of my flying officers
because he'd been on

too many sweeps.

"Johnny," I'd say,
"You've got a twitch.

"I'm taking you off for a while.

"Now you have your batman
drive you to the south downs,

"you get a bottle and a girl.

"Forget the war."

Now why is it that all
the Johnny's in the world,

at least all the
ones I ever knew,

they stand there
with a twitching eye,

trembling hand and they
say, "I'm sorry sir,

"I can't do that."

"That's an order," I'd insist.

"But sir, I'd rather
bite in the air

"than on the ground
from a bloody bomb."

I let too many
stay, too many Dora.

But then we couldn't
afford any non-runners then

and you can't afford
any now either.

- Alright, I'll ground
you another way.

I'm closing this operation.

I'm shutting the field down.

- You can't.

- I've got to.

As soon as Todd finishes
this contract this morning,

that's it.

- How do you think Jack
will feel about that?

I promised him Dora.

- You've kept your promise.

You've kept us, me going.

Now we've simply come to
the end of the runway.

We're not airborne.

- You call Russell.

Tell him I'm coming out
to look his place over.

- Why?

- See if there are any
new wires or stand pipes

since Jack flew
the crop last year.

- No, no!

- You call him Dora.

- No!

- Alright, I'll tell him myself.

(ominous music)

- Skeet, stop him!

He's going to see Russell.

- Skeet, check the
ground bars in 113

and set the hub up a syllable.

(intense music)

There's the truck, will
you give Skeet a hand?

- Mr. Summers.

- No words Murdock.

We don't need any, you and I.

Not now.

You changed, that's good.

Grateful to you.

(somber music)

(ominous music)

(explosion)

(intense music)

- You wished him
dead often enough.

Are you happy?

I didn't mean that.

- Ever since he came,
things were wrong.

And I blamed him.

But I didn't want him dead.

- Well,

you shouldn't blame yourself
for what happened to him

any more than you should
blame him for what

happened to your father.

- Do you know what you
just said about Daddy?

- Dead.

Like Summers.

I couldn't cry for
your father, Vicki,

because I couldn't
live without him.

And if I had cried for him,
if I'd admitted I'd lost him,

I'd have died too.

I couldn't do that.

Not and raise you.

Vicki, how can I ever undo
all the harm I've done you?

- What I've done
Mommy, I did, not you.

- When I saw Summers
fly away today, I knew.

For the first time in all
these months, I cried.

I cried for him and I
cried for your father.

And I cried for all the
men who died in the air.

I'm all done with crying.

All done.

I'm going to stay here and
I'm going to run this outfit.

I'm going to build it
up just like your father

always dreamed it could be.

- Let me help Mommy.

- Thank you honey,

thank you.

(somber music)

- Wasn't my fault.

- Anybody say anything?

- I didn't hear anything.

- I don't even see nothin'.

- I brought a check.

I'm a man who lives by my word.

This is payment
for the whole job

even though he only got
three quarters of the way.

I was planning on
handing this to Dora.

You just tell her
that I dropped it off.

- Christina.

- Which locker's his?

- On the left.

- Where are his flight boots?

Now don't tell me they're
burned because I know better.

How many times has he told
me, when you die like that,

the boots always
come off the feet?

They're always left behind.

I want his boots.

What else was left?

I said what else?

(intense music)

(sobbing)
(somber music)

At least it's not creeping
up behind him anymore.

Not whispering in his ear.

- I'll drive you back to town.

You're in no condition.

- No Buz.

I'm not going back to town.

I wasn't even going
to say goodbye.

I thought maybe you'd
hate me for that.

Forget me.

- Forget you?

- I don't wanna end up
doing this same thing to you

that he did to me.

Bringing along a past that no
future could ever overcome.

No Buz.

- If I didn't leave you
today, it would be next week,

next month.

- What are you doing to do?

- I don't know.

Just wait.

- For what?

- Tomorrow.

And tomorrow after that.

- Christina,

I love you.

- Goodbye Buz.

- I'll find you.

(intense music)

(upbeat jazzy music)

- [Voiceover] This
has been a Screen Gems

Film Presentation from
Columbia Pictures,

Herbert B. Leonard,
executive producer.

(intense orchestral music)