All language subtitles for Target The Corruptors - S01E24 - My Native Land

Buy it, buy it.

The old man said you didn't, huh?

No.

Please.

I don't know how it's been.

I got nothing, Dean,
nothing. You hear that?

You got to do something for me.

I should do something for
you, Paul. I really should.

Give me a truce. Back.

Mr. Hodges, you don't
want his picture taken.

Oh, I didn't know that. You know it now.

Look, maybe I should talk to him.

Yeah, maybe you should do that.

Hello, Mr. Hodges.

For the expense of
camera. Oh, it's the best.

You sit at that table a long
time, then you take my picture.

Why?

Actually, I was waiting for you
to do something. You see, to me,

it's like signing an autograph.
I'm a professional photographer.

I want that picture.

Fine, I'll send you a
print. I want the film now.

Give it to me, please.
Braco, come on, you start.

Yep, be nice, boy. Hellas.

Now, big woman.

Hollis, you'll come with us, please.

A pleasure.

I had been overseas checking out a
story of a smuggling operation between

European and American racketeers when
I received a call from my assistant,

Jack Flood, calling me
on to Athens, Greece.

Where he was doing
some legwork on the case.

He told me he had uncovered vital
information and to meet him as soon as possible.

Demetrius Hodges, American
expatriate and one of the most

famous deportees and
international organizers of crime,

was behind the ring. Untouched and all
spoiled, the pretty one is his girlfriend,

Helene Theodocus. She trails
him like he was a Greek god.

What is all this about Hadjius
hoping to get back into the States?

It's more than just a hope,
Paul. It's close to reality.

The talk is he's got the
machinery all set up for a special

bill before Congress
letting him back in again.

For what? To stick his hands in the
pockets of more Americans for his racket cuts?

Maybe we can settle this
hatch once and for all.

Competition's big, my
friend. Because let's face it,

it takes big-time politics to
railroad such a bill through Congress.

And it seems that Mr. Hodges
still has a few connections.

Who are these two in the background?

A couple of his skullbusters.

They were working up to it with
me when the police stepped in.

Police thought I was some kind
of contact man for Demetrius.

Took a little
explaining to get me out of it.

Oh, I've also got a list of all the people

who talked to him or
went to his apartment.

I want to talk with some of the deportees.

You think they'll tell you anything?

Doubt it.

No, he won't grant any interviews.

He won't even let his
picture be taken if he can help

it. Now, don't you
worry. I'll talk with him.

He's going to ask me to.

In the meantime, you keep
exploring the backwash.

There may be someone who has a grudge,
somebody with a chip on his shoulder.

Wait a minute. Maybe there was one.

A little man named Janaris,
real seedy-looking character.

Demetrius really gave him the brush, as
it happens, just before I took this picture.

Gennaris.

Seems to me there was a Gennaris
connected with the mobs back in Chicago years ago.

Mr. Gennaris may just be the shortest
distance between Demetrius and a Bolivian.

I don't want to hear no excuses,
Frank. You want to make excuses,

take a nap in the
papers. Just get it through.

Yes, I know you're working on
it, but get that bill through!

And listen, Frank, you gotta make
it soon, real soon, you got that?

I don't care what it costs, just do it!

I gotta sweat it out.

How do you like that lousy
politician? Complications, he says.

The crumb lives off of complications.

Who told you to open the door?

You said you were sweating.

I said I'm sweating it out, that
call to New York. Sweating it out?

You know, the trouble with you,
Eleni, is you're still thinking Greek.

I speak English for you.

I learn.

Look out there.

You see how beautiful?

From all over the world,
people come to see Athens.

Yeah.

A city without meat or butter.

Goat's milk and
cheese, and hot, always hot.

Is there nothing here you like?

Nothing agapimo?

How many times I got to tell you?

You talk to me that way, I
think I never left Athens.

Maybe you should have never left, huh?

Oh, we live good, Dimitris.

You don't know what living is, Eleni.

Not real living.

In America, everything is big. Cars,
nightclubs, the streets to go with them.

They got lights, Eleni.

All kinds of lights. Big
time shows, big buildings.

You know who's king of it all?

Me, Demetrius Hodges.

They eat out of my hand
over there. They respect me.

You should have seen
the crowd when I left.

It was in February, a cold
night, and they were all there.

Cops, reporters, big shots, everybody.

And they yelled, you'll be back, Demi.
Keep punching, boss. Demi, you'll be back.

But they sent you away.

After what I did for the country
during the war, keeping the docks clean.

We're going back, Eleni.

You wait and see. I got something working.

Come in.

Oh, hello, Eleni.

Hello, Oliver.

I brought along the clippings
for the last month. On the whole,

I'd say they were excellent.
They're clippings I can look at any time.

That's not what I
called you over here for.

A guy by the name of
Paul Marino. You know him?

Marino? Well, of course. He
writes a top column. Yeah,

word's gotten around
that he's going to want

to see me, you know, talk to the top man.

You tell him I'm busy.

Show in the hospital supply
house, let them see this place.

The picture's on the wall.

Give it to them good, huh?

I'll lay out the red carpet.

The best.

The races, champagne.

You let them know Dimmie's no
piker, huh? It'll be VIP all the way.

I picked myself a good public
relations man. We get along, Ollie, huh?

I will do everything I can.

I think about it, and
yeah, it makes sense.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Thank you.

What do you want, a bottle of this?

No, this is on me. I've got
this. I'll take care of this.

Thank you.

Marino? Yes? Police. You
will come with us, please.

You were planning to call on
Nicolas Andreades, Mr. Marino.

Why?

I didn't know that was a
crime, Captain Custer.

Unfortunately, Andreades is
our guest in the Avaros prison.

He's suspect in a murder.

But the prevention of crime is
still another police function.

An association with a noted
criminal like Andrealis could

result in an injury to a
visitor in our country.

I appreciate your protection, Captain.

We are also protecting
ourselves, Mr. Marino.

Our reputations.

My government would not
favor any exposés about...

Gangsters reported back
where they came from.

That wasn't the kind of
story I planned to write.

They were going to make
them heroes? No, I was

going to write the truth
about them. The truth.

The truth is, Mr. Marino, that most
of them can't even speak our language.

I would not like you to
give the impression that...

Greece is a garbage can
for undesirable aliens.

There is enough to be
written about in your own country.

Or do you feel you are all so clean?

Hardly, Captain.

The fact is we haven't
got rid of anything.

All we've done is moved a problem
across the ocean into your laps.

They still carry on their rackets.

Demetrius Hodges.

Who supposedly runs a hospital supply
ship and files a tax return on $5,000.

How accurate is that, Captain?

Now, you are fishing for
information, Mr. Marino.

Well, I'm willing to share mine with you.

All this smuggling of American
cigarettes into foreign countries.

Millions of dollars worth. You come
here to throw up to us our shame,

and you expect me to help you?
Will it make things any better?

Hiding the fact that you're at war
with Hodges and the rest of his ilk?

War?

We Greeks have known wars, Mr. Marino.

Many wars.

Against the Turks, the
Germans, the Balkans,

even a civil war at the
end of the big one in 1945.

And many of our children have grown
up without knowing their fathers.

Because of them.

We prefer peace.

You Greeks, it would
seem, are indestructible.

What is it one of your poets once wrote...

Bite off a piece of their
land and it goes on growing?

You come well prepared.

All I'm trying to do, Captain, is bite
off the bad piece from both our countries.

Thank you.

It was wide open, the whole city,
all the cities around it. Demetrius,

he had it all sewed up. Hey!

Keep the change.

Thank you.

I'll shoot you around here if
you let them get away with it.

You say you were big back there.

How big?

I was one of Demi's
lieutenants, that's all.

That's big enough.

Now, wait a minute.

I saw what happened between you and
Demetrius at the cafe the other day.

How come?

He don't give me no part of action.

So I hang around like this, begging him.

Everyone else around him gets fat.

He says, I drink too much.

He don't trust me.

That I can't sit around in my room.

I must get out, talk to people.

Sure, sure you do.

Demetrios, he try be king, but he no
king. No, he in Greece, he no king.

He could not even get big
Nicholas Andriades out of prison.

Nicholas Andriades? Yeah.

He rates pretty high in the
organization, doesn't he?

Used to rate.

If I was him, I would
really spill my guts before

I would rot in a place
like that of a lost prison.

Paul, you've been a big
help. Now, this is for you.

To me, he's not so big. I was
big. I was very big. I was big, man.

Thank you.

Thank you, friend. My
pleasure. Hey, good night. Good night.

What's the service at Gennaro's?

No! No! No!

Well, my friend
Gennaro, what are you doing?

Did you see this sign around
your neck? It's stuck in a knot.

Maybe in a minute you'll
be able to get used to it.

And you'll be able to pay for it.

Think about it very carefully.

You'll pay for it.

The murder of Paul
Gennaris for the moment ruptured

my good relations with the Greek police.

Jack Flood, who had been with
Gennaris, was picked up by Chirondas.

And when he had to mention my
name, of course, I was sent for.

I would not give a drachma for
your friend's life, Mr. Marino.

You had better get him
back to Paris in a hurry.

You seem to have pushed the right
button. And what came out was jackpot.

Friend...

It's all right, go ahead. Demetrius is
behind that cigarette smuggling operation.

Well, as you know, the
tobacco industry being

a government monopoly in France and Italy,

they impose a heavy duty on the American
tobaccos to protect their own industry.

I am relieved we Greeks are not included.

Well, oddly enough, Demetrius Hodges
takes a trip to Tangiers, Morocco at intervals.

You see, there, through a
contact man representing

the underworld of both sides of the ocean,

he arranges for the
purchase of boatloads of American

cigarettes in great
demand all over Europe.

On the assumption that the
cigarettes purchased were

meant for shipping out
to another free port,

say, Gibraltar, Hagias is given clearance.

And since it's literally impossible
to patrol 2,000 miles of coastline,

a smuggling operation is a cinch.

Under cover of night, a fleet
of swift boats constituting

a small armada moves the
contraband to France and Italy,

where it's grabbed anywhere
from 50 to 75 cents a pack.

And now that you know this, Mr.
Marino, you think you can stop it?

My job is to report on it, make it known.

That sometimes helps.

You can't prevent it.

It is humanly impossible.
And for that, a man died.

They always die before
they really begin talking.

Janaris also mentioned a
man named Nicholas Andreadis.

What about him?

He said he was a power in
the network and that he

was angry because he'd
been left in jail to rot.

He's in the Alvaro's prison, but
he's getting out in a few days.

They're always a step ahead.

Andreadis.

Big Nicholas should be hanged.

But we must release him
for lack of evidence.

Does this Andreadus know
he's going to be released?

No.

He has been playing both sides,

his own group and the United
States Bureau of Narcotics.

He had hopes your government might
pull some strings and get him out.

Well, since he's going
to be released anyway...

Why don't we send Jack to
the prison with the release

order and bargain for more information?

Diabolo's prison is worse than a pig pen.

Even I hate to go there.

One needs a strong stomach.

I've got a strong stomach.

Come in, come in.

Sit down, sit down.

Coffee?

No, no, no thanks.

You got something to tell me?

It's about Mr. Marino. Yeah, I thought so.

Well, I'm not changing my
mind. You tell him I'm too busy.

Let me know when you're showing him this
place and I'll go out, but no interviews.

About Mr. Marino, Demetrius. So what
about Marino, huh? He won't give up, huh?

Well, you tell him you asked me
again, the answer's still no.

You've got to be tough
with these newspaper guys,

otherwise they'll walk right
over you. Listen, Demetrius,

he doesn't want to see you.

No, Ali, you got him all wrong.

He said he wanted to see
me. You said you'd show him

the store and this place,
and then he got mad. No?

Well, what's he here for, then? He's
seeing Andreatus and everybody else, isn't he?

It's a mistake.

It's not a mistake, Demetrius.

He means to kill your
chances of getting back to America

by stirring up the
press, putting them on guard.

You get him here.

You get him here, you understand?

I hire you right off of
Madison Avenue, pay you plenty,

and you tell me Marino
doesn't want to see me.

What kind of a public
relations guy are you, huh?

What have you got for
brains, chicken fat? Demi.

You get him here.

I want to talk to that guy.

I don't care how you do
it, but get him here.

He should come all the way to
Greece and not talk with a cop man.

Who does this Marino think
he is? You tell me that!

Well, maybe it's better if he doesn't
come if you're going to browbeat him.

Anybody ask your opinion?

Vini, Oliver only
wants... Shut up and eat!

You need to lessen that guy.
If you want Marino's help,

you're going to have to smile at the
birdie. Play for sympathy. Play the underdog.

I'll butter him up. You just get him here.

I'll do my best.

Hey, maybe I know a
better way to get to him.

Here's the invitation.

Did you ever see a moron's face?

This Marino, from what you tell me, he's
a guy that'll listen to reason, right?

Yes, but... But?

But?

Only one but.

To soften him up enough so he can listen.

And Lenny can do that.

Look at this merchandise.

Look.

Who's gonna doubt her when she
tells Marino that I'm reformed, huh?

That I'm a good, worthy
citizen for the United States.

You tell him how someday you and me are
getting married. We'll have an apartment,

maybe on Central Park West.

We'll go to the track at
Saratoga, the big hotels

for dinner, the cars, the good living.

There are all these things
you've got to earn, right?

All these things when
you go to see Marino.

I don't know.

Thank you for coming, Mr. Marino.

This time of day, few people come here.

It is very beautiful, no? Very beautiful.

We Greeks, we are...
Postoleni, how you say?

More flashy in our chapel.

Like Dimitris.

Maybe if he came here more often...
How can I help you, Miss Theodocus?

By understanding my problem, Mr. Marino.

And listening to him?

Is that why he sent you?

What makes you sure he sent me?

Oh, isn't it obvious?

First Baylis, who works for
him, tries to set up a meeting.

Now you.

I do work for him, Mr. Marino.

You might say I'm
dedicated to Dimitri's wishes.

Well, not respected least.

He's a most fortunate man.

You're very kind, Mr. Marino.

He has changed since he came back.

He hasn't changed.

You just see the side of
him that he wants you to see.

And how much of what he is
did you make him in America?

He learned, yes.

But what he learned was in your country.

I remember him as a very young man.

I was in love with him even then.

How you say, Postolini, a dumb boy?

Following him around, getting in
his way. Oh, being called names.

But little girls aren't much different
from grown women when they give their hearts.

Then he went away.

But it doesn't matter. I
want him the way he is.

The way he is, Miss Theodocus?

A man who could do the things he's done?

You condemn him without
giving him a chance to explain.

Do you think that would help?

Isn't it the right of any man not to be
judged without giving his side of it?

You're grasping at straws.

One doesn't reason with a
drowning person, Mr. Marino.

Suddenly a straw seems to be salvation,
and you are that salvation to Dimitris.

Is it asking so much for you to
go and see him and listen to him?

I implore you, Mr. Marino.

Please. All right, I'll see.

Thank you.

You honor me, Mr. Marino.

You know why?

Because you make it
all seem more like home.

Here, look for yourself.

Every newspaper printed in New
York, I get sent here airmail.

I read them from beginning to end. Yeah,

all it does for me is make
me hungrier for the big town.

You know?

I'm waiting for the day when I can pick
up one of these papers in the subway.

Who'd look after your business
interests here? Well, at this apartment,

the hospital supply store. I'll dump them.

I was thinking about your other interests.

Well, sure, I got a
little money stashed away.

Is there a law against that?
Only against the way you made it.

Riding roughshod over everybody.

Hurting and spoiling. People do what
they want to do. What's inside them?

Anytime anything happens, who
gets the blame? Demetrius Hodges.

Some guy in the rackets gets
killed, who did it? Demetrius.

I make my living working
for a hospital supply house.

All this publicity is hurting my
chances to go back home again.

You were arrested on a drug charge once.

Oh, come on. I was a kid,
Marine. A 15-year-old kid.

I didn't even know what was in
the package I was delivering.

Some guy came up and made me a
proposition. I needed the money for food,

for clothes. And that made you smart.

Now you let others make
the deliveries. Look,

all I've done ever since the
day I was thrown out of the

States is dream of the time
when I can go back again.

You think I'm going to hurt those chances?

At my age, there's more important things.

Come here. I want to show you something.

You see that yacht?

She's mine.

She's good enough to cross the ocean.

You know what I call her? Manhattan.

One day I figured I'd give the captain
the word, take off, bust her for home.

That's why she's down there, where I
can see her, all polished and weighty.

You want to write something?

Write about how much
money I give the charity.

I give the church around the corner from
where I live in the States $10,000, 10 Gs.

You put that in your article. I will.

I'll tell them how Demetrius
Hodges made a $10,000 donation to

a church he never attended four days
after his indictment. You twist everything.

Well, here's something you can't
twist. How I helped out during the war.

You print my citation. I'll print
the letter you got thanking you

for your help with your
waterfront hoods while you were in prison.

I kept the docks clean. And
you kept your smuggler friends

busy getting supplies to
the partisans for a cut.

And here's another thing I'll write.

How you were always too busy to become
an American citizen. And how right now,

you're trying to push a
bill through Congress

to get you back into the United States.

And the names of those who are
helping you, because I'll find out.

You louse that up, Marino, and so help me.

Yes.

Interview's over. It never began. Get out!

Nice apartment, Demetris.

I hope you spend the
rest of your life in it.

For what you're thinking of, Demetris.

I pray God forgive you.

Release order?

They're gonna let me out? That
depends. They've got to let me out.

Three of us in a room with no windows.
The heat and the flies are eating us up.

Please, kid, you do not
play games with Nicolas.

I couldn't stand no games.

You are from the United States Department?

Mm-hmm.

Just a few questions. Look,
I'll make a deal with you.

You skip the questions.

I'll fix you up.

I'll give you all the dough you want.

You name the price.

Kid, you wouldn't have to
work a day in your life.

You didn't look like the
kind, but I had to try.

What else can I lose?

I'm already in it over my head.

So what else you guys want to know?

Anything to back up
Dimitri's cigarette operations.

You know about that? We want to know
where he banks his money, for instance.

In Geneva? Geneva's a big
place, lots of banks there.

The National Alpine.

Any account number?

I should buy a slot in the
graveyard for all I'm telling you.

The number is J88. Hey, you
ain't putting my name down. No.

That would be asking for it.

How much does the
operation bring in a year? Plenty.

Millions come out of it.

What do you know about Demetra's
plans to get back to the States?

All I know is some deal on. Who with?
I've been hooked here. How would I know?

Look, the cigarette business, that I know.

How soon they are going to let me out?

Today.

Maybe.

Look, do me a favor.

Will you let a friend of mine
know to come and see me here? Here.

I'll give you his name. His
name is George Konstantinidis.

He's the only guy I can
trust now. Not so fast.

It all depends on how cooperative you are.

Okay.

Shoot.

Flood's detailed information on
the affairs of Demetrius Hodges,

plus my follow-up work on
his Swiss bank accounts,

gave us enough for an opening shot.

My story broke in the United States
press and was picked up widely overseas.

Of course I know what it says!

It's the same in all the
papers! Lies! All lies!

You tell them I don't care what it says.

They gotta push it
through! They gotta pass it!

I'm not gonna rap in
this hole! Listen to me!

No, you listen.

And you listen good, Bailey,
so you ain't ever gonna listen.

Now you get to them!

Today!

And let me know!

Dimitraki, is it so important?

So much your life?

Yeah.

It's so important.

And if you had to stay
home the rest of your life?

I'd rather be dead.

Because of her?

The American woman?

Just like the others, huh?

You spy on me, too.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

The sun is bright. Everything looks
different. And I got everything arranged.

What you need is a good meal,
wine, and a good glass brandy.

Brandy?

Old brandy.

But you know what? I could cry.

Why? When I get everything arranged
for a good meal, wine and brandy?

You know what I'll do, George?

I'll tease myself first.

I will hold that brandy under my nose.

And when I'm ready to faint, only
then I will sip it down slowly.

George, you are the best friend a
man ever had. You deserve the best.

You noticed our light
increase, Mr. Marino?

At night, we are like any other land.

But in daytime, our
light is very different.

The meeting with Dimitris did not go
well, did it? I didn't think it would.

He means to go back to your
country somehow, somewhere.

And if he goes back...

I will never see him again.

I don't think there's much chance of
his being allowed back into the States.

I want to make sure, so I give you this.

In it are the names of those
in America who plan to bring

before the Congress a law
letting Dimitris come back.

It may surprise you.

Women in my country
can be brought this way.

It does more than surprise me.

It discourages me.

You wonder why I do this to Dimitris.

Rob him of what he wants most.

Because he's all I have.

There's another woman in America he wants.

I've known that for a long time.

There's this woman who draws
him back more than his pride.

And I have no pride where
Demetrius is concerned.

Suppose he finds out.

Perhaps because of our
light, we Greeks see too much.

What I see is emptiness and
loneliness, the kind Dimitris feels now.

Without him, there is nothing any of.

Like all Greeks, our
curiosity makes us invincible.

So sure we can change everything.

And like all Greeks,
you have a word for it.

Love, Mr. Marino.

Love.

George, George, it was great.

It is not over yet, Nicholas.

Oh, George, George.

You relax.

I'll be right back.

I know he's not a saint.

I know he's done a lot of rotten
things, but so have a lot of other people.

Other people who are still walking
around scot-free and nobody after them.

Is that your defense?

Pity? Yes, pity.

It isn't the first time
that defense has been used.

Throwing yourself in
the mercy of the court.

The quality of mercy, Mr. Marino.

You're a learned man.
You've heard it before.

You make me sick.

Not because you come
here begging for him or

because it'll mean more
money in your pocket,

but because you have so little respect
for yourself, for your countrymen, your home.

I can understand Hodges or
his girl, his bitch, but you,

a man with some background, a man
who had respect for yourself...

A career that can stand
examination. One more plea for mercy. Quote,

It droppeth like the gentle rain from
heaven. You expect me to be gentle with you?

A human parasite living off a shark?

Knowing what he is, what he stands for,

and still willing to get down
on your knees to scum like that?

I do a job the same as you. Yours is
getting together the story on a man.

Mine is keeping it out of print.

We're both making our living off
him. Even your reasoning is warped.

You've been away so long.

You raided once, had a
career, a future in advertising.

Why don't you start selling
America instead of selling it short?

Now get out of here and
tell your boss it's no deal.

And here, an advance
copy of my column tomorrow.

Time to go home, Jack. How's tonight?

How to railroad a bill through Congress.

Recipe for corruption.

Here is a recipe for
corruption in Washington.

Take one deportee, preferably
a famous one with connections

that extend into the
highest reaches of politics.

Add substantial fees
for go-between lobbyists.

This is the recipe for a
bill now cooking in Congress.

Mix into the bowl several
congressmen whose names

happen to be Paul Rayl
and Alexander Treveen,

and a go-between bearing
the name Lehman Stone.

And we can understand why a
bill now being readied will

find its way before the
Congress of the United States.

Predicated on obtaining an official
sanction for the return of Demetrius Hagis.

We're dead, Demetrius. By tomorrow, those
names will be on all the front pages. Who?

Who?

I don't know who, Demetrius.
Well, I'll find out who did it.

I'll find out, and when
I do... It was, um...

Andrea is Demetrius.

Why, that lousy... We might have had
a chance, but now that this thing...

There must be another way.

I tried every source. Nobody wants
to stick his neck out now. And mine?

My neck?

Okay, I'm dead, then he's dead.
Him and his mealy-mouthed assistant.

He killed every chance I had to get out
of here. I want him. Now, wait a minute.

Look, Demetrius, I
didn't bargain on killings.

You didn't bargain on anything.

What did you ever find
out for me, do for me?

Even the names of the guys working for
me, you couldn't keep out of the papers.

Come on, get out of here. I
can't stand the sight of you.

Look at him.

Look at him. A guy who can go
back anytime. Nobody's stopping him,

but he hangs around here instead, and
you know why? Because he's a freeloader.

Get out of here! Just looking at you
reminds me you can go back and I can't.

Maybe it's time for me to go back.

Goodbye, Lainey.

Goodbye, Oliver.

And thanks, Demetrius, for everything.

And don't give my regards to Broadway!

Hey, we've got to get
going. We'll miss that plane.

You know what I'm going
to miss? It's this food.

Wait up.

Yes, sir.

Hey!

He's got my typewriter.

Looks like we've fallen
into a nice little trap.

Eleni.

Eleni.

Eleni.

Eleni.

Dimitris?

Lenny, I thought you'd run out on me too.

I wanted to, Dimitris,
but where would I go?

The days are long for Demetrius, as long
as they are for any man without a country.

And what he thinks about
constantly is what might have been,

perhaps even the prophetic
words of a great poet who asked,

breathes there a man with soul so
dead, who never to himself hath said,

This is my own, my native land.