Alcatraz – 2012

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Previously on Alcatraz…
Meet the ’63s…
The worst criminal this country has
every known are coming back.
My grandfather wasn’t a guardian,
he was an inmate.
That’s him.
Tommy Madsen,
he killed my partner.
Trying 55 volts at
2 tenths of a second.
Explain me why.
Perfectly healthy man spends
most of his time in infirmary.
I assumed you were ill.
Tommy Madsen’s medical records…
Why would a perfectly healthy man
spend so much time in infirmary
and what do you want
with his blood?
Word of advice, my dear.
Don’t overstep.
Excuse me.
You bid on anything?
– Bid?
– Silent auction?
Oh, no, ma’am, not yet.
You got your eyes on anything?
Yes, you bet.
Well, you better do
something quick.
Bidding doesn’t stay
open forever.
Lovely night for a walk.
How about something
a little more adventurous?
– Oh!
– Whoo!
(laughs)
I got us a house.
Excuse me?
Not much to look at,
but it’s got a yard and…
a kitchen with a window.
I have no idea what
you’re talking about.
But, um, you sure are cute.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
What happened.
Oh my God.
You stay here.
Oh my God.
Who did this?
Who did it to you?
Who did this to you?
(heavy breathing)
Come on, keep it tight.
Move along. Come on,
keep the line moving.
Nice and tight.
Colored boy, you’re next.
Hands. Hands!
C Block, move!
You! Kitchen! Now!
– Me?
– Move it!
Come on! Move!
Warden wants to see you.
Move!
Come on.
Keep moving.
In the back.
Go on.
Clarence.
You don’t mind if
I call you Clarence, do you?
Try this.
Try it.
Couldn’t taste it, sir.
Give it another whirl.
Keep it in mind that character
is the trait I cherish most in a man.
A little more butter to keep
the flour from seizing,
and softer touch with the whisk.
(chuckles)
That’s a gift, son.
(chuckles)
The kind you’re born to.
Not what’s developed with practice.
The next chef’s meal
is in two days.
I’d like you to prepare the menu
and supervise the kitchen.
This for negros only?
No son, it’s gonna be
for everyone.
Last time I cooked for white folks,
I ended up in here.
I’d say the last time you took your chef’s
knife to a pretty white girl’s throat,
it ended you up in here.
See this as a chance
for redemption.
And if I say no?
Redemption it is.
Mhmmm.
Homicide at a Gas Go.
Could be AZ 2445.
Or just a local tweaker, that’s
a negative match on a ’63.
Megan Palmer, found dead on a
golf course three hours ago.
Interesting…
Brunette, early twenties…
(tap keys)
(opens drawer)
Ellen Casey, 1958.
Is that you, Clarence?
(knocks on door)
Yeah, who is it?
Emmet, it’s me.
Clarence Montgomery
from Alcatraz.
Clarence?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
I didn’t know
where else to go.
I’m sorry, I…
I didn’t mean to bring my
troubles like this in here.
They told me that you had
died at Lompoc.
Lompoc?
How can you still be the same?
I’m not the same.
What’s happening with you?
I think I killed a girl.
What do you mean,
you killed a girl?
You’re not making any sense,
you never killed anyone.
You were innocent.
You were there with me.
You remember, right?
What, Alcatraz?
That was fifty years ago.
Not for me.
They took me from my cell
night after night,
they took my blood,
messed with my hair.
Who did? What the hell
are you talking about, man?
You think you know who you are?
Well, they push you and they
twist ’till something in you just snaps.
I’m not the same.
You were innocent, Clarence.
I’m not innocent.
Not no more.
On March 21st 1963,
Alcatraz officially closed.
All the prisoners were
transferred off the island.
Only that’s not what happened.
Not at all.
Transcript by pingu_Iz, err0001, Feluda,
honeybunny, alienscum and JFH.
Sync and corrections by
Alice and n17t01
(boat horn)
I understand you are the very first
man to work in an all-white country club.
See what that ended me up?
You think you’re here in Alcatraz solely
because of the color of your skin?
I’m here, ma’am, because white folks
do what white folks wanna do.
When people like me and you
spend enough time around them,
we end up getting the
pointy end of the stick.
You see my situation
is similar to yours?
You ain’t white.
Your girlfriend was white,
and you murdered her.
Slit her throat on a golf course.
Isn’t that why you’re here?
You already know.
Why are you asking?
No need for hostility,
Mr. Montgomery.
I can only be what the
world wants me to be.
Ain’t that right, Doctor?
(indistinct radio)
(indistinct chatter)
What do we got?
(indistinct chatter)
Possible match for
one of our ’63s.
Ellen Casey, 1958.
Clarence Montgomery.
First African-American head cheaf at
a fancy Tallahassee country club.
Spent six years there.
His home away from home.
The problem was he fell in love
with the owner’s daughter.
She wound up dead.
Just like her.
Victim’s name is Megan Palmer.
Grad student at Berkeley.
She wasn’t killed here.
The wound should have left
the ground soaked with blood,
but the soil’s dry.
He moved her to the 13th hole,
just like his girlfriend in ’58.
You in charge here?
How soon do we move this body?
Nothing moves until
we’re done!
Recognize this man?
Maybe a chef in your kitchen?
– Never seen him.
– What about the victim?
– Did you know her?
– No.
But you can talk
to her friend.
(birds chipping)
I’m sorry about your friend.
Did you see who she left with?
Megan’s so pretty…
I mean… (sniffs)
A lot of guys would
try and talk to her.
Was this one of those men?
I didn’t see…
Megan’s kinda crazy.
I didn’t think anything of it
when I couldn’t find her.
Thank you.
Did she ID him?
No. But it is the exact same
body positioning as in ’58.
We need a positive ID
from a witness.
We can’t be wrong about this.
– It’s him.
– Prove it!
Just saying I got a bad
feeling about this, Emmet.
Warden wants you to cook.
It’s what you’ve done all your life.
Cooking ain’t the problem.
It’s whose gonna be doing the eating.
And what about everybody else?
There’s a movement coming, Clarence!
And the warden giving you a
chance to be a part of it.
A negro?
Taking over meals at the world’s
most famous federal prison?
That’s an inspiration and a symbol
of progress to a lot of folks.
I don’t want to be
no symbol, Emmet.
Just want to serve my time.
You’re here because w¡the white
man says you’re a killer!
But in that kitchen, you get
to stand up and be a man.
You don’t have to be
what they tell you to be.
That’s where you’re wrong, Emmet.
I can only be what
they tell me to be.
You fellas hear about
Clarence’s big promotion?
He’s to commandeer the
cooking for the whole prison,
coloreds and whites alike.
What do you think about that?
See, our good warden thinks
he can convert you all.
Convert and rehabilitate you.
Thieves, rapists, murderers…
The warden thinks you can change.
Myself? I’ll admit to doubt,
but I am itching
to see the results.
How’s that?
I eagerly await the festivities.
Think cooking’s gonna
change that, Emmet?
We think the person who killed
Megan killed the woman in this photo.
They’re similar. Same time of heavy
gauge kitchen knife is used in both cases.
But this guy didn’t know
his way around a blade.
– This is rough and erratic.
– But not this one.
Precise and decisive.
No hesitation at all.
Not the same person.
Maybe he improved?
Could he have changed his chirality?
Chirality?
Whether he is right-handed
or left-handed.
Excuse me. Here. Okay?
This cut was made by a facing
slice, from right to left.
The wound in the other photo…
opens on the right.
Meaning that killer was a lefty.
The person who killed your
first victim, Ellen Casey,
is not the same person
who killed Megan Palmer.
So, if Clarence isn’t our killer,
are we looking at a copycat?
Who copycats a guy
50 years after the fact?
Someone who works at the country
club and knows his way around?
– Is that Montgomery’s box?
– Yeah.
I thought you said the ME was certain
it wasn’t the same doer as in ’58.
– That’s right. – So Clarence didn’t kill
Megan Palmer on that golf course,
which means it isn’t our case.
Whoever killed her knows everything
about Clarence’s case.
From the location to the age and
appearance of the victims.
Do you knw the crime scene photos
were never released to the public?
Either Clarence killed these women
or someone who knows him did.
12 hours. Sort it out,
or it goes back to Homicide.
Color is persuasive.
Yeah, you heard the part
about the 12 hours?
Penicillyn, vitamin B6.
Any idea why he’d need these?
I can think of 12 things you
can treat with that combo,
and I’m not even a doctor.
I mean, you know…
Recipes!
Annie Mays Smoked Pork Ribs.
Man, that sounds good.
All right, we got one name circled
in eas of the articles, Emmet Little.
AZ 2410. Smalltime Harlem
gangster, released in ’61.
A big player in the
Black Panther Party.
Clarence must have known him.
You think he’s still alive?
Alive and well,
living in Oakland.
(knocks on door)
Something I can help you with?
Emmet Little?
Detective Madsen.
We’d like to ask you a few
questions about an old homicide.
– Sure. Come on in.
– Thank you.
(loud TV)
Okay, well…
(sirens, traffic)
Were you in the war, Mr. Little?
Sure I was.
The war right here at home.
Got off the Rock in ’61.
Stayed here in Oakland.
Lot of young brothers
doing good things.
Bobby Seale and so forth.
I wanted part of that.
But, the local authorities,
they did not.
Got into a disagreement
with some of yours.
No respect for my
Second Amendment rights.
Took a bullet in the back.
Hard to stand on the
front-lines after that.
Was Clarence Montgomery
political too?
Clarence?
Why are you asking
about Clarence? Huh?
Brother’s been dead 50 years.
– We’re looking into his case.
– His case?
Clarence Montgomery
was innocent.
Innocent?
Clarence loved that girl.
The night she died…
he was planning to
skip town with her.
Run up to a house he
bought somewhere up north.
Instead, she got cut to death
and he got sent to the Rock.
You ever see Clarence
after you left Alcatraz?
We kept in touch a speck.
Then he got sent down to Lompoc.
Word is he died in prison.
Not that any of us
ever really gets out.
Just move from one cell to another.
One more thing.
You remember if Clarence was
right-handed or left-handed?
I’m sorry, ma’am. My memory
just ain’t what it used to be.
Thanks for your time, Mr. Little.
Do you think Emmet is right?
Clarence is innocent?
Well, Emmet certainly thinks so.
(phone ringing)
Nikky, what have you got?
I found a hair sample in Megan Palmer’s
body, from an afroamerican male.
DNA came back positive
for Wilson’s disease.
Wilson’s disease?
What’s that?
A genetic condition.
Causes the body to retain copper.
Patients can’t move or even think
coherently without proper treatment.
So, how do you treat it?
With regular doses of
penicillamine and vitamin B6.
And 50 years ago?
How would you treat it then?
The same way, only they’d
have used penicillin,
since penicillamine hand’t
been developed yet.
Okay, thanks.
So, solving cold cases.
That’s what your super fancy
task force is doing?
I’ll talk to you later, Nikky.
Clarence may have been innocent in the
past, but he sure as hell isn’t now.
(birds chipping)
(brakes)
– 20 minutes at 350.
– You got it.
Mhmm.
Put the seamstress on alert.
My waistline is in future jeopardy.
Mean you liked it?
Never have a for and knife
seem so obstrusive.
Mhmm. Mhmm.
If we were in private, you would
see my true intentions with this bone.
Just want to say my appreciation.
You realized how much I missed it.
Mark the day, son.
Your new future has begun.
(stepping away)
Yeah, Clarence did good.
(indistinct chatter)
“Parley”.
A discussion or a conference between
enemies over terms of truce.
Gentlemen,
consider this feast your parley.
A wise man once proclaimed that
breaking bad with an enemy
was a true mark of
a civilized man.
Let you be civilized today.
Whether you arrived that way,
or have been made such through
our considerable labors.
Bon appetit!
(indistinct chatter)
I said, bon appetit,
you sons of bitches!
We’re not eating this garbage!
(Inmates shouting disapprovingly)
Rome wasn’t built in a day.
You enjoy a good drama, EB.
I’ll leave you to act in this one.
There he is.
(Clarence groans)
Think you’re good
enough to cook for us, huh?
Return where you belong, son!
(groans)
(whistle)
(yelling, coughs)
(music plays)
Beer, please.
Scotch, please.
– Excuse me.
– White wine, please.
(indistinct chatter)
So, did you congratulate
the happy couple?
No, ma’am, I did not.
Dull, party, huh?
(chuckles)
It sure is.
Lovely night for a walk.
(indistinct chatter)
Different golf course, same
crime scene. Clarence Montgomery.
– Who was innocent in ’58.
– Yeah, but he is our killer now.
But, why? Why would he start killing
people now when he was
innocent in the past?
What’s the chief of
police doing here?
Give me a minute.
(indistinct radio)
– Morning!
– Agent Hauser.
Do we have a problem?
Not the kind we can discuss here.
Okay.
Usual place.
The club hosted a big
engagement party last night.
Thinking he passed himself
off as a guest?
Or a cook.
Second course,
Annie May’s Smoked Pork Ribes.
Yeah. Goldie’s Carolina tea cakes.
They were both in his recipes.
That’s how he got in.
Open the 131!
This ain’t my work time.
Shut your hole!
Be strong, brother.
You’ll be all right, Clarence.
Be strong, brother.
Hey, looks like screw’s
taking out the garbage!
Hey, looks like screw’s
got two shadows!
You don’t belong here, son!
(innmates yelling)
Where are we?
What’s going on?
I ain’t do nothing wrong.
(mumbling)
Relax.
Good.
Has the jury reached a decision?
Your Honor, we, the jury, find the
defendant Clarence Montgomery
guilty in the first degree of
the murder of Ellen Casey.
If it works in one direction, I don’t
see why it can’t work in the reverse.
Let’s try 60 volts for two seconds.
(heavy breathing)
Enjoy the movie.
Guilty!
Hi, I’m Detective Madsen.
Have you seen this man?
Clarence, yeah, he’s here.
I’d have fired his ass by now,
but he’s the best cook I got.
Police, don’t move!
Clarence
Hey, wh…
Ohh! Wooh, wooh!
Call security!
Watch him!
Are you crazy?
Can’t say I didn’t warn you.
This prison isn’t ready
for a cook like you.
It’s not your fault.
You people just don’t
realize what you are.
You people.
Oh, no, you thought I meant coloreds?
No, criminals.
Even the warden’s best intentions
can’t change you into men.
A dog can’t wear a suit.
You think you know me, Mr.?
You think I’m a killer?
I know you took your
girlfriend out on that golf course.
You slit her beautiful throat.
You watched her bleed out in the
moonlight and now you’re here.
That is what I know.
Now get back to work, son.
William Gant, should be three
bundles fresh laundry for me.
Oh, hey, I know you.
You the cook, right?
Yeah, ‘nuf of nothing, but when fists were
flying I snuck a little liquor on them ribs.
You got some kitchen skills.
I never tasted so many spices all
put together just like that, you know.
And I’d told them how good it was.
In fact, I was begging
for another bite…
But you know, you can’t mess…
Maybe if you let dust settle long enough,
maybe the warden will let you cook.
Next time you see him
you should tell him…
(whistle)
Back up!
Let’s go!
I lost him.
You think he’ll run?
He’s gonna need his medicine,
thats how we’ll track him,
through his prescriptions.
I know who we can talk to.
If I didn’t know any better I’d say
you guys actually like coming here.
We need to track a prescription.
You can do that, right?
Yeah, no sweat, I can track every script
filled at any drugstore in the city.
Check for doses of penicillamine
filled in the last week.
(tap keys)
I got twelve.
Emmet Little.
Thanks, Nikky.
I owe you a drink.
Yeah, me too. I mean…
You know… whatever.
How about tomorrow?
M-me or…?
– Oh, my God…
– You.
Tomorrow.
Right, sure.
Tomorrow’s great.
(car alarm)
Apartment is on the second floor.
You were here yesterday?
No sign of Clarence.
But Mr. Little’s getting
his medicine for him,
he’ll have to show up
sooner or later.
We go in quietly.
(knocks on door)
Mr. Little, it’s Detective Madsen.
(gun clicks)
Doc, get back!
(gun clicks)
That man does not
go back to prison!
Put down the gun, Emmet,
we don’t want to hurt anyone!
Hell you don’t
That’s all you people do.
We know Clarence was innocent in ’58,
we know you were telling the truth!
The Lord gave Clarence
a second chance,
sent him back the same
as he was before!
You ain’t taking
that chance from him!
(gun clicks)
(gun clicks)
(gun clicks)
Do you know why
we’re here, Emmet?
Clarence is killing people!
It’s not a lie, Mr. Little,
he’s killed women
just like his girlfriend
was killed in ’58.
You people did this to him!
You stuck him on that Rock!
If he’s killing people,
it’s your own damn fault!
His mag holds eight, one more
and I’m taking him down.
Clarence, I want to talk.
– Get rid of the gun.
– Can’t do that…
Then you ain’t coming in.
Well, we can talk…
or I can shoot you.
All the same to me…
I know what happened in ’58,
you never killed that girl.
What the hell good does
that do me now?
You were innocent.
Not anymore.
I killed those girls
on the golf course.
I know that.
That’s why this has to end.
I killed those girls, Emmet.
I am who they say.
That’s Clarence.
I can’t stop myself.
Help me, please.
I ain’t going back in it.
Don’t let them take me back, man.
Help me, please.
Drop it!
(sirens)
(thunder)
– Black SUV.
– Yes, sir.
(seagulls)
My boys are getting ruffled,
they don’t take kindly
to all these assertions.
I’ve got cops sitting on their
thumbs instead of closing cases.
We’re closing cases, and since when
are you so concerned with morale?
A man runs for office, everyone’s
mood becomes his business.
Well, that should balm the wound.
A cold case you just solved.
A mug shot?
Fingerprints from 1958?
What the hell is this?
The man who actually
killed Ellen Casey.
Not only have we arrested a
murderer too long gone free,
we cleared the name
of an innocent man.
Clarence Montgomery has been exonerated
fro the muder of Ellen Casey in 1958.
Mr. Montgomery passed away in
Lompoc Federal Prison in 1965.
We only hope that
his complete exoneration
will give his family
some much needed peace.
This is so messed up.
Clarence is finally innocent…
And two girls are dead, yeah.
What turned him into a killer?
There were a lot of weird experiments
going on in the prison system in the ’50s.
Syphillis, dioxin, LSD,
the CIA with their MK-ULTRA thing…
Inmates in Utah in 1961 had blood
samples taken from them,
mixed with radioactive stuff
and put back in their bodies.
That’s crazy.
Alcatraz?
I didn’t think so.
‘Till now.
The warden was kind enough to
wrap me a plate of your
Caroline ribs and tea cakes.
Those are a rare treat,
Mr. Montgomery.
You are a very gifted cook.
This… (sighs) is the
body of William Gant.
When the guards arrived,
you were positioning his body.
I assume you wanted
it to look like…
this.
Ellen Casey,
your girlfriend.
Look at it.
– No.
– Look… at it.
Guilty!
Guilty!
Trauma is a road block
inside our psyche.
We want to move on,
to move forward,
but the trauma blocks us.
So we repeat it,
like a skipping record.
Your record is stuck at the
moment you killed Ellen Casey.
I didn’t kill her.
– You didn’t?
– No.
But you did kill
William Gant?
So you came to
Alcatraz innocent
and became a killer.
Guilty! Guilty!
If you let me in,
I can help you, Clarence.
I can take that memory away.
All those memories.
No, ma’am.
You can’t.
You can’t stop me now.
No one can.
Clarence Montgomery,
the only innocent lamb
on our great pasture.
Not anymore.
Not anymore.
You’ve turned her
methods into madness.
You asked if it could be done.
What Clarence did
to William Gant,
no more definitive
proof than that.
The result lacks a
certain lab elegance.
Not that I want to
pat mayself on the back,
knowing you’re pleased is
just reward, of course, but,
I was hoping you might
be able to tell me now,
what you’re doing
to their blood
between the time I take it out
of them and put it back in.
I don’t do anything
to it, Milton.
What kind of warden would I be
if I kept secrets from my staff?
Transcript by pingu_Iz, err0001, Feluda,
honeybunny, alienscum and JFH.
Sync and corrections by
Alice and n17t01

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“NCIS: Naval Criminal Investigative Service” Need to Know – 2012

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All right.
You stay here.
Special Agent Gibbs?
Thanks for coming.
Alan Katzenbach.
Hi. On the phone, you said this
concerned national security.
Yeah. I represent
Chief Petty Officer Wiley,
who’s about to be arraigned
for possession of narcotics.
He has sensitive information
he would like to trade.
We want you to help us
with a plea bargain.
Okay. I’m listening.
All I know is it involves an
arms dealer named Agah Bayar.
Let’s talk.
I don’t think
I can do this.
Yes, you can.
Are-Are you okay?
Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait!
Call 911!
Code 12.
Code 12.
Come on, man!
Breathe!
Original Air Date on February 28, 2012
Doc, what are you doing?
Trying to find a wedding present
for Mr. Palmer and his bride.
Where is he?
Breena called,
summoning him to approve
the wedding font
for the invitation.
I was taking advantage
of his absence to select
a suitable gift
from their registry.
I find this whole
online process
rather distasteful.
They tell you
what to buy for them,
you click a few buttons.
It’s gift wrapped,
packed, shipped.
You don’t do anything.
It’s so distasteful.
What are you sending them?
His death
drug-related, Doc?
Uh… n-no.
Uh, the death certificate will
read, “ventricular tachycardia,”
extreme and rapid
heartbeat.
– He’s a little young for that, isn’t he?
– Actually, no.
Almost 10% of heart attacks in
men occur before the age of 45.
Almost 80% from coronary
heart disease.
However, that is not the case
with our petty officer.
Two years ago, he was
diagnosed with bradycardia,
a slow heartbeat.
This pacemaker
was installed
to control that condition.
He was diagnosed
with a slow heartbeat,
and he died
from a rapid heartbeat?
Yeah, strange, isn’t it?
That’s why I’m going to
have Abby run tests
on this little device,
to see whether
it malfunctioned.
Morning, ladies.
McGee…
What’s Ziva doing?
Memorizing her speech.
– Speech?!
– Director Vance volunteered her
to speak at
a high school career day.
In what language, Vulcan?
I can hear you, Tony.
I do not need you
making this worse.
– Back up.
– I think you mean “back off,” Ziva.
Why are you
so uptight, Ziva?
Public speaking’s not my…
thing.
Makes me nervous.
Nervous?
What are you talking about?
I’ve seen you take down
armed terrorists
without breaking a sweat.
I’m trained for that.
Hey, Dornaget!
Where you been hiding?
Uh, I’ve been working
as an alternate
evidence custodian.
Ouch.
Yeah, I hate it.
Any advice on how
I can get into the field?
All in due time.
You are not ready yet,
my little grasshopper.
What brings you up here?
Uh, we don’t have
a signature card on file
in the evidence locker for
Special Agent DiNozzo.
What are you
talking about?
I signed one of these
things years ago.
Well, it’s probably
just an oversight,
but we don’t
have it, so…
So… that’s your problem.
Please…
Agent DiNozzo?
Special…
Agent DiNozzo.
And, first,
you’re gonna explain
what happened to
the original, huh?
You know what?
Let me see that.
No, it needs to be
Special Agent DiNozzo.
It is.
Wait a second.
Wow, that’s dead-on.
He forged my signature
perfectly.
Duh. He’s been
doing it for years.
I don’t know
if I can use this… Ow.
Hi, boss.
It’ll be fine.
Talked to Wiley’s C.O.
at the Naval Research Lab, boss.
He had top secret clearance.
They’ve locked down
his workstation and computer
and are conducting
a damage assessment.
McGee, were you able to
connect him to Agah Bayar?
Not yet, boss.
I need to find out
what Wiley was gonna tell us.
Yeah, Abbs.
Yep, on my way down.
What took you so long?
What do you got, Abbs?
Wiley didn’t have
a heart attack.
I mean, he did have a heart
attack, but he didn’t.
He was given
a heart attack.
You’re not
making any sense.
Okay.
His pacemaker
is Internet addressable,
so a doctor can monitor
and control their
patient’s heart
functions 24/7.
Somebody hacked
into this puppy
and changed
Wiley’s heart rate.
60 to 100 beats
per minute is normal.
His ticker was cranked
up to 400 before he died.
Gibbs somebody murdered
Wiley by remote control.
Chief Petty Officer Wiley
enlisted in the Navy
after high school.
He was an
Operations Specialist
aboard the nuclear
submarine USS Lafayette.
After he got
the pacemaker,
he was no longer
qualified for sea duty.
But his top secret clearance
led to his billet
at the Naval Research
Laboratory.
– Family?
– Never married,
parents deceased,
one sister living in Phoenix.
Traffic sucks.
And I had to wait for Wiley’s
cardiologist to finish surgery.
What’d he say?
Well, he was shocked.
He said Wiley was in
two weeks ago
for a regular heart exam,
and things were A-OK.
The doctor or anyone in
his office access the pacemaker?
Uh, he assured us
no one had, uh,
at the time of death.
You believe him?
Yeah, yeah.
He, uh, showed me
the monitor logs.
– Check out Wiley’s apartment.
– Mm-hmm.
Find me something that
connect him to Agah Bayar.
On it, boss.
“I am most sure you can
see from my accent…”
Hey, hey!
Hey, give it!
Aah! Paper cut.
You really gonna say that
to a bunch of high school kids?
I know what you’re doing.
You can mess with Dornaget,
but you’re not getting
inside my head.
I would love to take this
S.O.B. out of circulation.
Yeah, me, too.
He’s really slick.
And he’s smart.
He’s just legitimate enough
to cover the jobs that aren’t.
He’s got
good instincts.
He knows when to walk away.
Any idea what the dead petty
officer was trying to tell you?
Not yet.
Got his lawyer
coming in here.
He was too shaken
at the courthouse.
I was hoping I could
get him in here
and squeeze something
out of him.
I put in a call
to my counterparts–
FBI, CIA, DIA–
trying to see
if any of them
were tracking Agah Bayar.
What’d they say?
It’s what they didn’t say.
I got a feeling
I was stonewalled.
Something’s up.
They just weren’t
in a sharing mood.
DIA didn’t even
return my call.
Ah, hell, Leon,
that’s just us.
– We’re still fighting for respect.
– Yeah.
You know, I envy you, Gibbs.
You don’t have to put up
with the politics.
When I get the boot or…
drop dead in this chair,
don’t take the job.
Hear you loud and clear.
Oh, kids are growing up
way too fast.
Jackie’s trying to get me
to take some time off,
take a vacation.
God knows when that would be.
Listen to her.
Gibbs, when that
lawyer gets here,
bring him to my office.
I’ll help you squeeze him.
The signal that triggered
the pacemaker was piggybacked
onto a TV satellite feed.
Yeah,
this guy is devious.
It’s gonna take a while
to back-trace
the source of the hacking,
find out who killed Wiley.
Hey, Abby.
Where’d you find ‘em?
They were under
my coffee table.
I put them on my desk
in there for you.
What was that about?
Oh, um, Dorney left his gloves
at my house last night.
What was he doing there?
Thanks.
Can I ask you guys
a question?
Sure.
How do I get
on Gibbs’ good side?
I would kill to be
on his team.
Well, Tim would know.
Gibbs likes agents who
are one step ahead.
You know, anticipate what
he wants before he asks.
Okay.
Thanks, McGee.
Bye, Dorney.
What was he doing
at your place?
This place is a mess.
So was Wiley.
Health problems,
busted for drugs, and was about
to wind up in jail.
Well, this was not bought
on a chief’s salary.
Look at that.
Give me that.
Nice.
Ziva David.
Yes, I’m all set.
Um, I’m looking forward to it.
I have the directions,
and, uh, I’ll be there.
Yes, thank you.
Why did I say yes?
To what?
The career day
at Montgomery Prep.
I’m still a
little nervous
and unsure of
what to say.
Well, Montgomery Prep
is all boys.
You’ll be standing
in front of pubescent males
with raging hormones.
Wear something tight.
They won’t hear
a word you say.
Aw, come on.
Looks fantastic.
Look at this thing.
Doesn’t this look great?
Take it off.
You’re no fun.
I wonder who’s
gonna inherit it?
Tony.
Whoa.
You are his lawyer–
what was the information
that Chief Wiley
was gonna trade?
I… listen, I-I wish
I could tell you,
but I don’t know.
It wasn’t like I
didn’t try to find out.
But, um, he said
it was classified,
a matter of national security,
and if he told me,
he’d be breaking more laws.
Uh…
he did say
to get your attention
I should drop
the name Agah Bayar.
What was Chief Wiley’s
connection to Bayar?
I swear, I don’t know,
I only met him yesterday.
He said he saw one of
my commercials on TV.
You’ve seen them, haven’t you?
How’d he pay you?
Uh, that’s, um…
confidential.
Let me guess: Cash?
Hundred dollar bills?
You sure you don’t
have anything else
you can tell us,
Mr. Katzenbach?
This is your last chance.
If we find out you’ve been
holding something back,
you’ll be standing in
front of a Federal judge
as a defendant.
Dorney, what took you so long?
Stopped by the break room.
I understand Agent Gibbs
enjoys a mid-afternoon
cup of coffee.
Uh, yeah, but…
McGee!
The probie’s showing initiative.
That’s good work;
very smart.
Thank you.
Now, come and
get the evidence.
$43,600.
You want to count it?
No, I trust you.
Well, I’m not sure
I trust you,
so please sign the
evidence custody log.
What is this?
I got you a cup of coffee.
I understand you
take it black.
Where’d you get it?
Break room, sir.
That’s not coffee.
You done here?
Boss,
this is Agah Bayar
passing through
customs at Dulles.
He arrived three days ago
on a flight from Zurich.
I want to know every place
he’s been since, McGee.
Working on it.
Gibbs, I just got
off the phone
with Wiley’s C.O. at
the Naval Research Lab.
His security team copied
everything on his hard drive.
Two weeks ago, he accessed
schematics and plans
for advanced stealth
communications systems.
That something
he’s working on?
No, that’s the problem.
His top secret clearance
gives him access
to everything in
the department.
What was taken?
Details on how the drones
and stealth aircraft
communicate with
each other
while still
avoiding detection.
It appears Wiley
transferred everything
onto a flash drive.
I’ll fill in and
coordinate with the DIA
– and other agencies.
– In enemy hands,
that information would make
our multibillion dollar
stealth inventory worthless.
This is
our arms dealer, Agah Bayar,
arriving at the Westcott Hotel
45 minutes after
he left Dulles.
That is some
set of wheels.
1,200 bucks a day
boss, waiting for him
at the airport.
We tapped into Metro PD
and Homeland Security
surveillance networks,
ran facial recognition–
we had 14 hits on him
in the past three days.
Same camera caught Bayar
leaving the hotel
32 minutes later.
Who’s the handbag?
Don’t know, but she’s
in six of the hits we got.
Georgetown restaurant,
two days ago…
…and this was
yesterday afternoon.
Wow… I don’t like
Bayar’s line of work,
but I’ll tell you, he’s got
great taste in women.
She is smokin’!
Obviously a professional
woman, Tony.
You think the Aston
Martin was expensive?
A month of your
salary might buy you
an hour of her time.
Au contraire, mon Ziva.
That…
is a girlfriend.
Trust me,
I’m an expert.
– Expert in girlfriends or call girls?
– Ziva,
find out who she is
and go talk to her.
Mm-hmm.
McGee, you and Abby
have any luck
tracking the signal
that triggered
Wiley’s heart attack?
Some. The transmission
was piggybacked
onto a TV satellite,
and before that,
was routed through
a NASA ground antenna
in the Mojave Desert.
That’s where Abby and I
hit a roadblock.
But Abby’s got a friend
in the space agency;
thinks me may help with
the original source.
Where is he now?
Well, we just
got a hit on him
ten minutes ago–
he is at an embassy…
Republic of Turkey.
McGee, call Fletcher
in Tech Services,
tell him I’m on the way
down to see him.
Whoa. Wow.
Do you really think
she’s that good-looking?
You’re kidding, right?
Agent Gibbs.
What an unexpected surprise.
You enjoying your
stay in Washington?
Yes, I always do.
You have business
at the embassy?
Nope, I’m here
to see you.
And how did you find me?
Cameras.
You know, a lot has
changed since 9/11.
In this city alone, there’s over
5,200 surveillance cameras.
There’s one
down at the end
of this block,
in fact, that can
identify a person
within 500 feet.
Sounds like an
invasion of privacy.
Something you Americans
claim to protect against.
We protect ourselves,
from enemies both
foreign and domestic.
I’m a businessman.
I broker deals.
Arms deals.
What do you want, Gibbs?
Just letting you know
that we’re watching you,
that we have you
on our radar.
Some of your customers are
on our unfriendly list.
We’re getting
a lock on you,
and we’re gonna
take you down.
Really?
Are you done?
Hey, boss.
Hey, the telephonic
warrant come through?
Yes, it did.
Good.
Don’t want to break any laws.
I put Fletcher’s
tracking device on his car.
Byar just turned right
on Connecticut.
Good. Keep tabs on him.
Yes, I will hold.
All gone.
Next one’s one me;
you earned it.
You know who she is?
Oh, God,
why didn’t you call me?!
I’m the senior agent.
I did call you.
I couldn’t find
you anywhere.
Hi, Ava Baransky,
with your
British passport. Oh…
I bet she’s got one of those
sexy Keira Knightley accents.
You think she’s
a call girl, huh?
Hardly.
She’s a successful
fashion model,
as well as an
aspiring actress
rumored to have been seen
with George Clooney,
as well as partied
with Prince Harry.
It just keeps
getting better.
She is…
rather smashing.
Yes, I agree. Tell her.
Who are you talking to?
Customs at Dulles.
Ava Baranski flew in from London
two hours before Bayar.
Where’s she staying?
That’s what I’m
trying to figure out.
I’m gonna get that
in my office.
Hopefully it’s my friend
Colin, from NASA.
Uh-huh.
Yes. Okay.
Well, thank you very much.
Your girlfriend’s
staying at the Westcott.
Same hotel as Bayar.
Let’s go.
Thank you, Abbs.
Promise me you’re not gonna
make a fool of yourself, please.
Uh…
You going up,
Dorneget?
Yes, sir.
You going to
the squad room?
No, third floor.
Oh, right.
Buick’s out of the
garage, Dorneget.
Oh, man.
Boss, got something.
This is the surveillance
shot we showed you earlier
of Bayar with the
mystery woman.
Look who comes out
of the same restaurant
30 seconds later.
Our dead chief petty
officer Leland Wiley.
He met with Agah Bayar.
Good for you, McGee.
Nice job.
Hey, you find
the woman?
Ava Baransky bolted.
She was booked
at the Westcott
for the rest of the week,
but checked out early.
Desk clerk said
she appeared nervous,
stored her luggage with the
concierge and then she left.
So I thought I’d just take it
downstairs and go through it?
Ziva, put out a BOLO;
she knows something.
How about I go through
her unmentionables
and you put out the BOLO?
Where is Agah Bayar right now?
Georgetown.
And the car’s
not moving.
5600 block
of Dumbarton.
Come on, McGee…
let’s go.
There’s his car.
Special Agent Gibbs.
Roca, Defense
Intelligence Agency.
Let’s get away
from the window.
What’s going on?
You weren’t thinking of talking
to Agah Bayar again, were you?
– Again?
– Yeah, we observed you
outside the Turkish
embassy this morning.
You guys have him
under surveillance?
Just back off,
stay away from him.
We’re investigating a murder.
Our operation trumps that.
Okay, tell us.
You don’t have
the need to know.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Ava Baransky
has been found.
She was trying
to board a plane
at Philadelphia
International Airport.
– TSA is holding her.
– Where was she going?
Toronto, with a
connecting flight to London.
I’ll pick her up, boss.
It’s only a two-hour drive
to Philly.
And, you know, it’s faster
than taking a jet.
Unless we swing
a charter,
because that’s
always good.
Whoa, cowboy.
Settle down.
– You’re not going anywhere.
– What?
Ziva, McGee, go.
Uh, Gibbs, Director
Vance wants me
to speak at Montgomery
Prep this afternoon.
I will not
be back in time.
Dorneget.
Come here.
Gear up.
You’re going with McGee.
Gear up?
For a field assignment?
I think you’re ready.
But I need to be back
in the evidence locker.
I’ll handle it.
You all right, Dorneget?
Yes, sir.
I just got off the phone
with SECNAV.
NCIS will not be read
into the DIA op.
Does he know
what’s going on?
If he does, he’s not telling us.
Now, you know, probie,
this is a test.
That’s right.
Gibbs is giving you
little baby steps.
Now, if you
make a mistake,
you don’t get a
second chance.
And most importantly,
you follow Gibb’s rules.
Gibbs has rules?
– Yep.
– How many?
Well, no one’s
really sure.
There’s a lot of ‘em.
What are they?
Well, let’s start
with rule number one:
“Never screw over
your partner.”
Mm-hmm.
You should be taking notes
on this, by the way.
Right. Sorry.
Thanks.
Now, when we get there,
I’m the senior field agent,
so you let me do all
the talking, all right?
You just observe
and back me up.
Yes, sir.
Back you up.
Oh, my God,
I forgot my gun.
Dorneget, you got
to be kidding me.
You know the regulation.
An agent does not leave
the building without his weapon.
If it means anything…
I have my cuffs.
Thanks, thanks, thanks,
thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks.
What’d you
want this for?
For Colin.
It’s perfect– he’ll love it.
– Who’s that?
– Colin Fisker.
He’s my friend
from NASA.
He helped us
track the signal
that sped up
Wiley’s pacemaker.
And, um, I kind of
promised him
some other stuff, too.
Like, he
wants to fire
a SIG at the pistol range,
and he wants to take
a ride in the MCRT truck
with all the sirens blaring.
What is he, 12?
Uh, no. He’s 16.
He graduated from CalTech
when he was 12.
His mom drops him off
at the space agency
every morning
’cause he doesn’t have
a driver’s license yet.
Where would you meet
a twerp like that?
At a Mensa retreat
in Santa Fe,
last year.
He was presenting a paper
on magnetic activity
in close binary.
Abby…
what’d Little
Einstein find out?
Okay, so McGee and I
couldn’t get past
the NASA antenna
in the Mojave,
so Colin
picked it up from there.
The hacker had sent the signal
all over the world,
but Colin found out that it
actually originated here,
from a smartphone
in Washington, DC.
Whose?
Well, since McGee
is babysitting a supermodel,
I guess this is my job.
Excuse me, sir.
Phone is registered
to Michael
“Mickey” Reardon.
Conflicted dude–
high school dropout,
then he enlisted
in the Army,
where he got
his technical training.
He was excellent in
the classroom, but had
some behavioral problems.
I can sympathize.
So he was discharged.
Bad conduct.
Then Mr. Smarty-pants
got himself a job
at Broderick Worldwide Security,
the private
military company.
Well, they have a reputation
for not asking questions.
Mm-hmm.
Then Mr. Reardon
blew it again.
He got fired last year;
now he’s freelancing
out of his house in Herndon.
Thanks, Abbs.
Hey. What should
I tell Colin?
Tell him to wait
till he grows armpit hair.
Step through, please.
You’re here
for Ava Baransky?
Special Agent
Timothy McGee, NCIS.
Special Agent Ned Dorneget.
You two are NCIS agents?
– Yeah.
– Yes, sir.
You kidding me?
I applied to NCIS twice.
Got shot down
both times.
Did you fail
the physical?
Miss Baransky.
We’re from NCIS.
Yes. I was told
you were coming.
We’re here to accompany
you back to Washington.
This is about
Agah Bayar, isn’t it?
Can’t we just
talk here?
I want to go back home
to London.
When was the last time
you saw Mr. Bayar?
When he woke me up this morning
and informed me
that a business deal
he was working on had gone bad.
He said he didn’t want me
to get involved
and suggested I leave
the country at once.
He scared me.
She was traveling light.
I left my luggage
at the Westcott.
I was going to send for it
when I got back home.
We have it at NCIS.
Will you confirm
all your personal
belongings are there?
Passport.
Wallet.
Lipstick.
Cell phone.
Yeah, it’s all here.
NCIS is taking custody.
One of you kids,
sign here.
Sorry.
The students were genuinely
interested in the agency
and asked intelligent questions.
Yeah? Like, “How many
bad guys have you shot?”
No. They seem
to be aware
of what’s going on
in the world
and want to have careers
that are meaningful.
I totally enjoyed it,
and I volunteered
to return again
next year.
Looks like he’s home.
DiNozzo, take the back.
Got it.
He’s running!
Federal agent! Stop!
Oh, this guy’s moving!
He’s fast!
I know.
Freeze!
Who is this guy?
How did you meet Bayar?
I was on a photo
shoot in Vienna.
We were both staying
at the Imperial.
We went out a few times.
Enjoyed ourselves.
When I got back to London,
Aggie, he sent flowers
and a ticket to Washington.
Do you know what he does
for a living?
We’ll get into all that
when we get to NCIS.
Will it take long?
It all depends.
We’ve got questions
to ask you.
If you cooperate
and tell us what you know,
it shouldn’t
take that long.
How long have you been an agent?
Uh, about six months.
This is my first
field assignment.
Can’t say I’m enjoying this.
But I’m glad I’m your first.
Rule number ten:
“Never get involved
personally on a case.”
You hit me with
a freaking car!
I should be in
the hospital.
Yes, he’s right.
He does have
a broken collarbone.
Duck, I don’t have the time.
I got an international
arms dealer
who may be trying to
leave the country.
What meat locker do you
have Chief Wiley in?
206. Why?
Two-zero-sixer.
All right, let’s take a…
Oh, yeah, boss,
that’s definitely him.
What the hell
are you doing?
Introducing
you to the man
you killed by remote control.
Look at him, Reardon.
Look at his face.
You did that!
If you cooperate,
if you implicate Agah Bayar,
things are going to go
much easier for you.
A-Agah… Agah who?
I don’t even know
what you’re talking about.
Hey, Duck?
You should leave now,
because Mr. Reardon here
is not going to survive
his injuries.
Well, if that’s
the case,
we’re going to need
another slot here.
Ooh, that one’s occupied.
Let’s see.
That one’s free–
and it’s refrigerated.
Come on, you’re not…
you’re not going to let them
get away with this, are you?
– I think I’ll get a cup of tea.
Anyone else?
Yeah, I’d like a cup.
Thanks, Duck. I’d love one.
Yeah, thanks.
Let… let go of me!
Tell Agent Gibbs
what he wants to know.
Look, I-I’ve never heard of
this guy you’re talking about.
DiNozzo, get me
something really sharp.
Let’s put a little light
on the situation,
see what we got here.
Oh, look at this.
Ooh, a bone saw!
Okay! Okay, okay, okay.
I-I was hired by a Russian.
Russian?
Yeah. Uh…
an SVR agent.
A great-looking chick.
Baransky’s a Russian name.
This will be
just a minute.
I need to
use the loo.
Can I take my purse?
Sure.
I don’t go in
with her, right?
Check out the bathroom,
make sure there’s no window
or other exit,
stand outside the door?
Standard procedure.
There you go.
Well, yes, of course we’re aware
of Ava Baransky.
We’ve been monitoring her
for years.
Director Vance,
this is Inspector Challis, MI5.
Inspector.
Director.
Please continue.
What can you tell us
about her?
She was born in England.
British mother, Russian father.
Her parents separated,
and her father was transferred
back to Moscow.
Baransky spent only one year at
the London School of Economics
before dropping out and going
to visit her father in Moscow.
That’s when we think
she was turned
and we put her on a watch list.
So you suspect that
she’s a Russian agent?
Oh, most definitely.
Her father was a general
in the old KGB.
Now he’s high up in the new SVR
counterintelligence section.
Why wasn’t her
passport flagged?
Why weren’t we told?
Don’t you Americans
talk to each other?
Your DIA instructed us
to make sure she got through
customs without a hitch.
We removed all notations
from her file.
Wasn’t NCIS read in?
Thank you for the briefing,
Inspector Challis.
Oh, don’t be taken in
by the young girl’s good looks.
She’s a skilled martial artist
and weapons expert.
All right,
what the hell’s going on?
Agah Bayar was
the middleman.
Ava Baransky
was the client.
She was buying the stealth
technology for the Russians.
Then why let her
into the country?
I’m gonna go straight to
the DIA director to find out.
I’ll let McGee know.
Hey, boss.
Yeah, we just stopped for gas.
Ava Baransky is no
longer a witness,
she’s a suspect;
consider her dangerous.
What’s going on?
McGee,
I’ll fill you in
when you get back.
Dorneget!
McGee!
I’m in the bathroom!
I’m in here!
McGee!
I don’t know
what happened!
I came here to look around,
and the next thing I know,
I was on the ground
and she was choking me,
and then I woke up
and my tie was in my
mouth, and she was gone.
We gotta find her.
You know, if you hadn’t
been so distracted
by her beauty,
none of this would’ve happened.
I wasn’t even
attracted to her!
Oh, please. You couldn’t
take your eyes off of her.
She really didn’t do it for me.
She’s not my type.
She’s every guy’s type,
Dorneget.
McGee, I’m not
attracted to any woman!
I’m gay.
My first assignment as an
agent, and I lose the suspect.
Gibbs is going
to kill me!
We’re both dead meat.
It’s Gibbs.
What are you
gonna tell him?
The truth.
never lie to Gibbs.
Boss?
Are you sure?
Mm-hmm.
Boss?
I see.
Boss, are you there?
McGee,
let her go.
Excuse me?
Ava Baransky.
Tell her we no longer
need to interview her.
Apologize for the
inconvenience,
and tell her that you’ll take
her anywhere she wants to go.
What happened?
Trying to
find that out.
Thank you.
We’re toast, right?
What was his
explanation?
Will you excuse us, please?
The stealth technology
stolen by Chief Wiley,
brokered by Agah Bayar
and sold to Ava Baransky
was all part of a DIA sting.
It was misinformation.
It was a fake? Phony?
Intended to sabotage Russian
stealth communications research.
Well, that’s why they
want to let her go.
She has it on a flash drive
disguised as a lipstick.
DIA must have known
that Wiley needed money
to support his habit,
so they dangled the bait,
and he took it.
Yeah, and they couldn’t
have guessed he’d get busted
for drugs and want to
make a deal with us.
And when the Russians found out,
they hired Reardon to kill him.
Leon, what do I
tell my team?
Tell them nothing.
It’s still
need-to-know.
How in the world do Wiley
and Agah Bayar know each other?
What just happened?
I don’t know.
We’re the luckiest
guys alive.
Don’t count your chickens.
What do you mean?
Gibbs.
Somehow, he finds things out.
Not if we don’t
tell anyone.
You’re not going to
tell anyone, are you?
But I’m not gonna lie if asked.
About the other
thing I mentioned…
What, that you’re gay?
That’s cool
I don’t advertise it.
Not a lot of people
at the agency know.
I understand.
How do you think
DiNozzo will react?
Oh, he’ll be happy.
Really?
Yeah.
Less competition.
Tony, sit down, relax.
Why’d they let her go?
McGee did not say.
I do not think
he knows.
Why are you so upset?
Really wanted to meet her.
Well, she’s completely
out of your ballpark.
League.
She’s a successful
British model,
dates princes, movie
stars, millionaires.
What could you
possibly offer her?
Ah, the DiNozzo charm.
That charm ended
with the last generation.
Dorneget!
Hey, hey, hey, man.
Just the guy I wanted to see.
So how was she?
Was she really hot?
I’d ask Probie-One,
but you can’t trust him.
He’s got strange taste in women.
Come on.
She was beautiful.
Stunning, in fact.
Sexier in person.
And with a
British accent.
British accent– I knew it.
Where’s Gibbs?
Thank you.
I did not think I’d see
you so soon, Agent Gibbs.
Care for a
glass of wine?
I’m working.
I take it you still have
your radars locked on me.
How’d you know that Chief Petty
Officer Wiley was approachable
and would sell information?
Who are you working for?
Well, in my profession,
I walk a very fine line.
But I usually work for
whomever pays me the most.
In this case?
Sometimes you
get lucky.
I got paid from
both sides.
The Russians wanted
the information,
and U.S. intelligence wanted
them to have a version of it,
and you were
the perfect middleman
to make it all seem legit.
Correct.
So we’re playing
for the same team.
This time.
Come on, Gibbsey.
Let me buy you
a drink, hmm?

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“NCIS: Los Angeles” Blye, K. – 2012

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So you’ve never been dumped?
What part of “never”
don’t you understand?
I don’t believe you.
Well, that’s understandable
considering your track record.
– But honestly, look at me, huh?
– Oh.
I mean, how could you break up
with this, you know?
I’m super fun, I’m like
365 days of heaven.
Heaven?
See, I was thinking south
and much, much,
much hotter.
So, like, Mexico?
Let me guess,
you’re the “senses the breakup,
initiates preemptive strike”
Yeah, well,
it’s much better
to be the breaker
than the breakee, I think.
You’re just broken, Deeks.
Yeah, well, no argument there.
Uh, what are we,
what are we doing here?
Where are the guys?
I don’t actually know.
I just got a page
from Ops to meet here.
What, are they hiding?
Are you guys hiding, huh?
You throwing me
a surprise party?
You do know it’s not
your birthday, right?
Which is why it would
be so surprising.
Agent Blye,
could you come in here, please?
You invited Granger?
Yeah.
This is the worst
surprise birthday party ever.
You can go,
and you can have a seat.
You good?
Yeah.
All right.
Other side, Agent Blye.
Suspects usually sit
on the other side.
Yeah, they do.
Sit down.
Original air date on February 21, 2012
Where’s Hetty?
Not sure, what
do you need?
We need Hetty.
Granger is wearing out
his welcome.
You hear anything?
About what?
She’s not answering
her phone.
Okay, Granger is acting
like he’s about to go medieval
on Kensi in the boatshed.
– He say what it’s about?
– Any other names come up?
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
I called you guys for answers.
Where is Hetty?
Here, Mr. Deeks.
All of you, upstairs now.
What’s Granger up to now?
Like you, I can’t speculate what
the assistant director is up to.
Maybe this will shed some light
on the situation.
Nell.
Retired Master Sergeant
David Blake boarded
a military flight from
Hawaii and landed at LAX
at approximately 1:00
a.m. this morning.
He was killed four hours
ago in a car accident.
His rental car crashed
through an on-ramp barrier
off the 105 freeway.
So what’s the connection
to Kensi?
In 1997 Blake was part
of a sniper training unit.
He was the spotter
for a sniper
by the name
of Donald Blye.
That’s Kensi’s father.
Mr. Beale,
access the secure server.
Open a file–
Ghost Recon.
So Kensi comes
from a long line of snipers.
Who else can
say that?
Still doesn’t explain
what Granger is up to.
I’m afraid it does.
The last person to be
in touch with Sergeant Blake
before he died was Kensi.
Explain your order of
business while in Hawaii.
You have asked me that
three times.
Repetitive questioning tactic
to trip up a suspect–
amateur at best.
Again, my father belonged
to a sniper training unit
at Camp Lejeune.
David Blake was his spotter
and good friend.
I went to see him
because I wanted answers
about my father’s death.
Answers?
Yes, answers.
Police said my father died
in a car accident.
Drunk driving?
My dad’s brother died
because of a drunk driver.
There is no way
he would have gotten
behind the wheel if intoxicated.
Investigation was swept
under the rug.
My dad’s unit was disbanded,
and everybody walked away
like nothing was wrong.
I was left
with nothing.
Okay, go on.
After I went to Hawaii…
I tracked Blake down,
but he claimed
he didn’t know anything.
That’s it.
Sergeant Blake died
in a car accident this morning
in Los Angeles.
Now, if his
death turns out
to be more than a
tragic misfortune,
we’re going
to have
a real problem.
Why’s that?
Because you’ll be
the prime suspect in his murder.
Donald Blye, dead, car accident.
Patrick Phearson,
dead, car accident.
Peter Clairmont, died in 2006
working for a private contractor
in Afghanistan.
Any guesses how?
Survey says
“car accident”?
Ding, ding, ding.
Jason Klemp, Ray Duvont,
also dead, also car accidents.
So either these guys are the
world’s worst drivers or…
Someone’s taking ‘em out.
Three died
within the past two months.
Only one alive
is Jay Fisher.
Jay Fisher is missing.
No known address
or number.
Maybe he’s the one
who’s behind all this.
Maybe he’s dead
like all the rest
but just hasn’t been
discovered yet.
Why now, after all these years?
Uh, guys,
the last person to contact
Duvont and Klemp
before they died
was Kensi.
Just like Blake.
Granger thinks Kensi’s involved.
Give us everything you have
on the sniper training unit,
starting with Kensi’s father.
It’s all
circumstantial.
All right, Donald
Blye’s unit
was scheduled
to participate
in an all-night
training maneuver, but
Blye was incinerated
when his car ran off the road.
Military police could only I.D.
Blye’s corpse using
dental records.
The official finding was,
Don Blye was killed
in a drunk driving accident.
Kensi refused
to accept it.
What are you trying
to prove, Granger?
The sniper training unit
was a cover story.
The unit was actually
a black-ops team
used for special missions.
So w-what’s
happening here?
Is my partner
under arrest?
Agent Blye isn’t under arrest,
but she is a suspect.
It appears your partner only
joined NCIS to track down
those she believes
are responsible for his death.
The men in her father’s unit.
You’re accusing
Kensi of murder?
I’m saying,
check the facts.
There’s mounting evidence
that ties Kensi
to the deaths
of those men.
Kensi is a first-rate agent
with an impeccable record.
I don’t buy it.
Well, others do.
Including you.
Facts are facts,
– Agent Hanna.
– You’re not buying this,
are you, Hetty?
No, I am not, Mr. Deeks,
but we will certainly
review the facts.
It’s all right there–
hard to disprove…
but I’m sure you’ll try.
You’ve been conducting
a secret investigation
the entire time
you’ve been here.
What’s your point?
Assistant Director,
a word in my office,
if you would.
Of course.
Gentlemen, there’s
work to be done.
Let’s start with Blake’s car.
Keep us posted.
– Got it.
– Yeah.
You have undermined my authority
by keeping me in the dark, Owen.
If you suspected
Agent Blye of anything,
you should have come
to me first.
Well, I know
what a tight-knit group this is.
Any other method wouldn’t have
generated the same results.
Ah, results?
This is
an elite team,
and you’ve just
thrown it into chaos.
I won’t forget this.
I know.
LAPD is treating it
as an accident for now,
giving us a few minutes
before they get started.
Why’d Blake come
to Los Angeles
in the first place?
Looking for Kensi?
She calls him, he
hops on a flight
to give her the information
she was looking for?
Yeah, so pick up
the phone,
e-mail, send a text.
Long way to travel just to talk.
That’s for sure.
If Kensi’s right and
her father was murdered,
Blake could have come
over here to take her out
before she found
out the truth.
Somebody took Blake out first.
Bad news.
A small charge blew
the brake line.
Wasn’t an accident.
Which means Kensi is now
officially a murder suspect.
Only if we tell Granger.
When did you last
contact Sergeant Blake?
You know what?
Can we just stop this stupid
dance routine and get to it?
Yes, I went to see Blake
to talk about my father,
but get it straight.
My dad was
an honorable man,
and the last thing I would do
is dishonor his memory
by becoming a killer.
Your father wasn’t
the all-American hero
you think he was.
You wanted answers.
What’s in the file?
I wish I knew, Mr. Deeks.
I mean, there’s go to be
something we can do here.
I think you could do more
for your partner
out on the streets,
doing what you do best.
Don’t worry.
I’ll take care of her.
There has to be something
on Blake’s phone.
You did say you
went to MIT, right?
I’m in, but there’s
a series of calls
I can’t get a lock on
for some reason.
So you’re really not in.
I thought you said
you could do this in your sleep.
In my sleep, I don’t have
people breathing down my neck.
Except for that one dream.
If you don’t hurry up, it’s
gonna turn into a nightmare.
Too late.
Focus, Beale, you got this.
Kensi’s holding her own,
but Granger’s about this close
to putting her
in a torture rack.
– What’s taking so long?
– Got it.
Now wonder it was so difficult,
the calls all originate
from a federal agency account.
Which agency?
CIA. The number’s blocked,
but it definitely leads
back to their network.
You’d miss it if you didn’t
know what to look for.
Not bad for MIT.
Call CIA’s Los Angeles
field office.
See if they’ll cooperate
and give us a name.
If they don’t, hack them.
Looks like there are more calls
on Blake’s phone
to a user logged
under the single name “Fish.”
That could be
his unit buddy.
– Jay Fisher?
– Good chance.
Looks like a burn phone,
but I’ve got a phone number.
Well, if it is Fisher, he called
David Blake this morning.
Phone has since
been disconnected.
Not so fast.
Looks like the majority
of the calls originate
from a cell tower
in Highland Park.
Silver Dollar trailer park
is the closest residence
in the area.
Good work.
Okay.
Ouch.
Did you guys ever think
about getting maybe a sedan?
You know?
Maybe a nice minivan?
One of those
sliding doors.
Ever thought about walking?
You know it’s only
a matter of time
before LAPD and Granger
find out about Blake’s car.
Find out what?
I didn’t find anything.
You find something?
You mean other than
the gaping hole in its side?
What’s there to find out?
I wasn’t even there.
– No?
– No.
So how do you think
the CIA’s involved in all this?
Not a clue.
I’m more concerned Fisher lured
Blake to L.A. to kill him.
And is Kensi next
on his list?
They all
look the same.
How are we supposed to know
which one’s Fisher’s?
That one.
Other trailers
are unkempt.
That one’s fairly
squared away.
Trenching tool.
MREs.
More like MR-ews.
After a few weeks
living off the earth,
you’d kill for one of those.
Federal agents.
It’s all clear.
No sign of struggle.
– Eric,
we’re at the Silver Dollar
trailer park in Highland Park.
Check and see if there’s
any security camera footage
of the last 24 hours.
Silver Dollar. Got it.
I found something.
What, are you one
of the Hardy Boys?
More like Nancy Drew.
You can laugh it up, boys,
but check that out.
He’s got a date.
What do you think that is?
Alexander, shelter, 5:30.
Could be anywhere.
What do you got, Eric?
Security footage
from the trailer park
shows a ton of people coming in
and out over the last 24 hours.
It could take days
to go through all of this.
There is one
familiar face that stands out.
Kensi Blye.
What about marine sniper school?
It was a cover story.
Your father was a member
of an elite black-ops unit
specializing
in irregular rendition.
Let me guess, his, uh,
constant trips for work
wasn’t to train
American allies, then?
It was for eliminating threats
to American national security.
So what you’re saying is
my father was an assassin?
Oh, of course not.
The United States
doesn’t sanction
political assassination.
You wanted
to know the truth.
What, that my father never truly
revealed himself to me?
Thank you very much for that.
Must run in the family.
Am I free to go now?
Report on Blake’s car
isn’t in yet,
so you can come and go
as you please.
You knew?
No, I did not.
So, I assume the purpose
of that ludicrous exhibition
was to–
what– examine her reaction?
She’s a seasoned
undercover agent.
You heard her,
she has motive.
If this were anyone else,
it wouldn’t be an issue.
You are wrong on this, Owen.
Let me explain
something to you.
If it turns out that Blye’s
responsible for these murders,
Director Vance has no option
but to consider
your team compromised
and disbanded.
You know the convenience store
around the corner really sucks.
All they had was stale coffee
and fuzzy doughnuts.
Deeks, it’s not a good time.
It would be kind of a pity to
waste a mediocre cup of coffee.
Here, just hold it,
and then I’ll…
Deeks…
Oh, sorry
about that.
God, I can’t believe
you just fell for that.
Just, uh, so you know,
you’ve got two undercover agents
outside watching you.
Yes, I know.
And just to clarify,
when did you
start moonlighting
as a hit man?
I mean, you got the whole
federal agent by day
and killer by night.
I mean, it really
does have summer blockbuster
written all over it.
Well, if it were true, guess
who my next victim would be?
No, no, no!
It was my dad’s.
That doesn’t explain
what you’re doing with it.
I was cleaning it.
What have you guys got so far?
Subject change.
I’ll play along.
David Blake’s car
was tampered with.
His brake lines were rigged
with a small explosive.
Looks like
he was murdered.
You don’t think it was…
Not for a second.
Why hasn’t Granger
arrested me?
‘Cause we haven’t told him yet.
Thought we could buy ourselves
a little bit of time,
but Forensics is eventually
gonna find it.
I realize that
this is the point
in the conversation
when I say something profound
and life-affirming,
so I actually…
came prepared.
Everything is gonna be fine.
That’s…
That’s it?
Seemed longer
when I was writing it.
Probably sounds better,
like, in Latin.
It’s more profound if I say it…
But you’re laughing,
so it obviously worked.
Yeah.
There’s a lot about what’s going
on that I haven’t told you.
But I’m your partner;
you can tell me anything.
I haven’t told you
to protect you.
Because there are…
Are you gonna get that?
Wasn’t planning on it.
Just two seconds.
It’s Deeks.
Mr. Deeks, I need you
to take Kensi into custody.
I’m sorry, it’s protocol.
Yeah, no, copy that.
Sooner rather than later.
Yeah.
Yeah, no, I got it.
All right.
Okay.
Uh…
What?
That was Hetty.
LAPD discovered
that Blake’s car was rigged.
I go to bring you in.
So, the CIA,
surprisingly cooperative.
Once Hetty made a call.
Uh, the other number Blake
called this morning
was to a CIA employee
named Alex Harris.
Deeks found the name Alex
at Fisher’s trailer.
Harris currently has a position
as a foreign policy analyst,
but back in the ’90s, he was
the handler for Donald Blye’s
black-ops unit.
Why didn’t Granger
mention Harris earlier?
Where’s Alex Harris now?
That’s where CIA
cooperation ended.
Once they suspected Harris
was mixed up in something,
they shut us down.
Harris might be taking out
members of his own team.
They might have had
something on him.
And Kensi snooping around
set him in motion.
Thank you, Detective Deeks.
I didn’t do this
for you, Granger.
Bad news, Agent Blye.
Forensics team figured out
David Blake’s car was sabotaged.
It’s funny how
two trained agents
and an LAPD detective
missed that.
Well, we’re only human.
Orders from D.C. I have
to take you into custody.
I’m not going anywhere.
You’re going
to a secure location
where you will not have access
to NCIS intel or personnel.
You’re the
assistant director.
You’re telling me you can’t hold
off on this until we solve it?
There’s this thing
called protocol.
You all seem to have
forgotten what it is.
Think of it as
protective custody.
Are we really gonna
let this happen?
I mean, think about
what you’re saying.
This doesn’t
make any sense.
Why would I kill Blake?
I need a moment with Ms. Blye.
Of course.
Excuse me, sir.
The director would like to know
if you intend to bring charges.
Tell the director
that is a distinct
possibility, Agent Clookie.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
We seem to find ourselves
in a bit of a pinch.
But I want you to know
that you are not alone.
Hetty, I didn’t do this.
I know, Kensi.
We’ll do all we can.
Agent Blye?
We have to go.
He’s actually
going through with this.
What is it, Eric?
Uh, Fisher’s burn phone
went back online.
I tracked him to the old
theater district downtown.
It’s a good place
to hide out.
Keep feeding us
coordinates.
Looks like Kensi’s
been requesting files
related to her father’s
death for years.
Well, according to this,
all the files Kensi requested
were routed through
the same desk at the DOD.
Granger’s.
If Granger’s known for years
that Kensi’s been digging
into the mystery
of her father’s death,
they why wouldn’t
he tell us?
I am not liking
the sound of this.
According
to his last transmission,
you guys should be
right on top of him.
Fisher’s GPS went out,
but he’s somewhere inside
the old Los Angeles theater.
Got it, Eric.
He’s in the building.
You cover left,
cover right, I’ll go up.
Clear.
Clear.
It’s Fisher.
That is not a good way
to go out.
Hey. You think Fisher’s death
will convince Granger
of Kensi’s innocence?
I mean,
Kensi’s in custody, right?
She couldn’t possibly have
remote-detonated that bomb.
Deeks, there’s a half
a dozen different ways
that bomb could have detonated.
None of which would require
Kensi to be there
to trigger the device.
I know.
I just thought we could
slide one over on Granger.
Don’t worry, Deeks.
We’re gonna get
her out of this.
Maybe we can pull
something off of this.
Fisher must have dropped it
when you guys were brawling.
I know that look.
The job is done.
Fisher was the last living
member of Donald Blye’s unit.
If I was Alex Harris,
I’d be on a flight right now.
Then, we’re going to need
a miracle to find him.
Hello.
Eric,
I’m calling you
from Fisher’s phone.
See if he contacted Alex Harris
from it.
We may be able
to locate him if he did.
There are several
repeating numbers.
One of them traces back
to David Blake,
and another one is…
untraceable.
Probably Harris.
Nothing’s untraceable.
We just have to get creative.
Maybe we’re overthinking this.
Why not just call Harris
from Fisher’s phone?
If Harris killed Fisher, why
would he answer Fisher’s call?
Curiosity.
If Harris didn’t kill Fisher,
he’d probably answer.
But that would mean Kensi…
Maybe we get lucky.
Right?
Look, if Harris answers, we can
lock in and track him.
Make the call, Eric.
What now?
We keep looking.
Tuna or turkey?
I’m not hungry.
Agent Carter, right?
Yeah.
I need you to make
an important call for me.
It’s not going
to happen.
I have to get some information
to my team
that could help them
solve this case.
It’s against protocol.
What if she’s telling the truth?
What if she isn’t?
Granger would kill us.
People are dying.
If there is a chance
that we could save a life,
then you have to make
this call for me.
Please.
Sorry, Agent Blye.
It’s against
protocol.
So what now?
We know Fisher was meeting
Harris, but where?
Well, Eric and Nell
couldn’t find much on Fisher.
Yeah, but Kensi did.
She was able to track Fisher
to the trailer park.
Maybe she has
more information.
Kind of hard to ask her.
Granger’s got
her holed up.
Well, maybe the info’s
on her computer.
I doubt she would keep
that sort of thing at work.
Maybe it’s her home computer.
Shotgun!
Called it.
I called it– shotgun!
Seriously?
Get in.
Just your basic stuff.
Bills, magazines, gossip sites.
Could be a protected file.
Ah. Hidden directory.
Well, it’s password-protected.
Try “king of the world,”
all caps, no spaces.
Titanic’s her favorite movie.
What? I’m a detective.
I detect.
Yeah? You’ll detect
a black eye
if you’ve been
on my computer.
We’re in.
Yeah.
Fisher– there.
Okay.
It looks like Fisher
was a paranoid survivalist.
Moved around a lot.
Stockpiled a lot of gear
and different supplies.
Sounds familiar.
All right, she had surveillance
on the trailer park.
The theater downtown.
Civil defense shelter
in Highland Park.
Civil defense shelter?
Hold on a second.
The note is:
“Alexander, shelter, 5:30.”
Could be where Fisher
was meeting Harris.
Worth checking out.
Let’s do it.
Bomb shelter?
Doesn’t look like it
would stop a sake bomb.
Must be fortified
inside.
Kensi’s no fool.
She was obviously casing
this place for a reason.
All right, what kind
of paranoid nutcase
has a bomb shelter?
– I have one.
– What?
Yeah. Me and my family can
stay there for months.
I didn’t… I didn’t mean you.
I thought maybe…
I have one, too.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just
because you squat there
from time to time
doesn’t make it yours.
Hey, it’s me and you
against him.
That’s how it works.
Sorry. Habit.
I have one.
Hey, listen, uh, can
you guys do me a favor?
Maybe not scream out
“federal agents” this time?
‘Cause that’s usually when
they tend to start shooting.
Look at the dust.
Same here.
Federal agents!
Prove it!
Toss out your badge!
Well, that has got to be the
first time that’s ever worked.
Carefully!
I’m coming out!
Let me see
your hands!
Let me see
your hands!
Alex Harris, CIA.
You need to get me
into protective custody now.
Walk towards me.
Hands on the wall.
Are you really not going
to call my team?
Sorry, Agent Blye,
I can’t break
protocol.
Then, I’m sorry, too.
Should have followed
your instincts.
Jay Fisher was killed today.
We think it was you.
Gentlemen, I’m sure you’re good
at what you do,
but no way in hell I go
on record with three cameras,
a parabolic mic,
and probably a class-five
fiber-optic scope pointed at me.
Someone’s out there whacking
members of your old team.
We could release you and let you
talk to them if you’d prefer.
You could,
but then Blye’s daughter
never finds out the truth.
I’ll talk,
just not on record.
Okay.
What is it that you want?
Protection.
In exchange for?
I’ll tell you
everything I know
but only to Blye’s daughter
at a location of my choice.
What’s in it for you?
Redemption.
Why do you care so much
about Kensi Blye?
She deserves to know
the truth about her father.
Well, pick up
or delivery?
Kensi, that is,
not lunch.
I’m gonna go get her.
No, you won’t.
You’re gonna have
to bring her in.
Harris isn’t going
to talk without her.
I will not let
a suspect dictate
the direction
of this investigation.
For all we know, he could be
trying to kill Agent Blye.
Oh, I thought you believed
Kensi was trying to kill him.
We know about you giving Kensi
access to her father’s files.
We’re not gonna hesitate
to reveal your involvement
in the matter to anyone
in the chain of command.
That’s right
up to SECNAV.
I don’t know what the game
is that you’re playing,
but you’re gonna lose.
Is that a veiled threat,
Agent Hanna?
I don’t do veiled.
Fine,
we’ll bring her in.
Yeah, it’s Granger.
Assistant Director,
Agent Blye has escaped.
She… she got the jump
on us, sir.
Agent Blye has escaped.
What happened,
and I want specifics.
Sorry.
They wouldn’t let me call
you guys, and I didn’t…
No, no, no, no, no.
We don’t have time for that.
There’s a lot
of damning evidence here.
I’ve seen careers
more mature than yours
ruined over less,
but they weren’t nearly
as strong as you are.
Why you came to NCIS
isn’t important.
It’s what you do
moving forward
from here.
You’re not who your past
says you are.
You’re who you choose to be.
Callen, Sam, and Deeks have
tracked down Alex Harris.
He was the handler for your
father’s black-ops team.
Well, then,
I want to talk to him.
Good.
He wants to speak
with you, but only you.
We don’t want
to test Harris.
He’s too savvy.
That means no wires,
no comms.
We’ll be blind.
You don’t have
to do this, Kensi.
Oh, but I do.
If I don’t, I may
never find the truth.
You’ll need this.
A girl has
to take steps
to protect herself.
Thank you.
Please be careful.
I will.
Do we have satellite access?
I won’t have picture
for another 45 minutes,
but I found something else.
Granger has an e-trail
as long as Hetty’s,
and it all looks by-the-numbers
until I cross-referenced
Granger’s file
with the Donald Blye case.
Granger and Harris were
in the same division at the CIA.
Soon as we prove
Kensi’s innocence,
we’re going after Granger.
Deal.
Just to clarify,
if anything happens to Kensi,
you’re gonna be dealing with me
for the rest of your
soon-to-be-very-short life.
Your boss know about you two?
You’re either
lying to yourself,
or you’re hiding from it.
Either way, son,
makes the job harder.
I hope Kensi’s got
her head in the game.
She’s been in worse jams.
Physically, yes, but
not after learning
that mostly everything she knew
about her father was wrong.
Nothing is worse
than not knowing.
Talking about Kensi or you?
What if the
answers you find
aren’t the ones
you’re looking for?
You know the motto
that’s engraved
at CIA headquarters in Langley?
John 8:32.
“Ye shall know the truth, and
the truth shall make you free.”
Amen.
What are you doing?
Is there a problem?
I’m just making sure
we’re not being watched
or followed.
I don’t like it.
We don’t have
ears or eyes.
No, couldn’t
take the chance.
Kensi can handle herself.
I know.
Doesn’t mean I
have to like it.
Do we have eyes,
Mr. Beale?
We still need
six to eight minutes.
Let me be clear.
I will not hesitate
to kill you.
I expect nothing less.
It’s in your blood.
Why’d you kill
Blake and Fisher?
I didn’t.
Blake came to L.A.
to meet with Fisher and me
so we could try and figure out
a way to stay alive.
From who?
You, we thought
at first.
I know what happened
to your father.
He didn’t die in
a car accident,
he was murdered.
His death was staged to
look like an accident.
The man that’s
killing off the team
is the same man that
killed your father.
Okay, who is he?
What’s his name?
After he takes me out,
he’s coming for you.
What is his name?!
Kensi!

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“NCIS: Naval Criminal Investigative Service” Psych Out – 2012

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Light’s still on.
You cut the alarm?
I cut the phone lines.
Detectors won’t signal
the cops. It’s cool.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You heard that?
Somebody’s up there.
Hey, you’re cool, right?
No problem.
Hey, what the hell
did you do, man?
That guy came out of nowhere!
Come on, man,
we got to go.
Come on, man, move!
– We got to go!
– Oh, my God.
Original Air Date on February 21, 2012
– Morning.
– Good morning, Tony.
Why are you so preppy?
Well, probably because I
went to boarding school.
But I think you mean “peppy.”
And that’s
because it’s…
L.E.S. day!
L.E.S.: Leave
and Earnings Statements.
– Oh, you mean payday.
– That’s another way of putting it.
Wait a second.
This isn’t right.
This isn’t my L.E.S.
It’s McMoneybag’s.
Somehow he makes
more money than me?
Maybe they pay people
what they’re actually worth.
Morning, Ziva, Tony.
How much do you make, Tim?
What are you doing
with my L.E.S.?
It was on my desk.
It’s addressed
to me–
it’s a Federal offense.
Well, you know
what I find offensive
and more than a little
strange, is that somehow
you make $253 a week
more than me.
– It’s all about withholding.
– Yeah.
What exactly
are you withholding?
Yeah, you’re withholding
something, all right.
You’re too smart to hack
into the system
and try and give yourself a
little weekly bump, aren’t you?
Or should I call
Fred Seymour in Accounting
and find out?
Hang up, DiNozzo.
Time’s money.
We’ve got a dead
Navy reservist in Arlington.
Boss, did you know that McGee
makes more money
than Ziva and me?
Keep me out of this.
I know.
he gives a lot to charity,
and you should, too.
The DiNozzos are great
humanitarians. You know that.
We got a dead hu-man.
Let’s go.
Was that a pun?
Hey, why are we being arrested?
– Breaking and entering.
– But we didn’t steal anything.
You shot
the victim twice.
One missed,
and the other just…
grazed him.
Besides,
he was already dead.
You sure about that?
He off’d himself,
man. Come on.
We just happened
to be here, man.
Wrong place,
wrong time.
Look, we could’ve taken
some of this stuff
on our way out,
but we didn’t, man.
Was there anybody
else in the house?
I don’t think so.
Get ‘em out.
Man! Next time,
I’m picking the
place we hit.
Interesting.
Doc. Hanging or the gunshot?
The math.
For centuries, hangings
used a standard dead drop,
but then in 1872,
an Englishman named
William Marwood
calculated a formula
using a man’s height,
weight and the distance dropped
to ensure
a cleanly snapped neck.
So who is our
well-versed victim?
McGee.
Dr. Robert Banks,
psychologist and Navy reservist
on active duty.
High-level security clearance
at the Pentagon.
Dr. Banks here clearly used
Marwood’s formula and
a double knot, thus ensuring
the “hangman’s fracture.”
Yeah, hoping for
instantaneous death.
His goal was to fracture
the third and fourth vertebrae.
Judging by the angle
of the neck
and the petechial
hemorrhaging in his eyes,
his efforts were successful.
But who shot him?
Robbers.
Well, then we’ll have to see
which killed him first,
the bullet or the rope.
Boss, local LEOs say
there’s a woman outside
claims to be
the victim’s doctor.
Let her in.
Dr. Kate’s sister.
Are you his doc, Doc?
Yeah, and his friend.
My condolences, Dr. Cranston.
Gibbs, found Banks’s cell
phone– you’re not gonna believe
who called him
four times last night.
Dr. Cranston.
He… hanged
himself, huh?
– Looks that way.
– Well, whatever it looks like,
Gibbs, you look deeper.
Robert was one of the
strongest people I knew.
He wouldn’t do
this; couldn’t.
I know someone
killed him.
So, you spoke to him
last night, Doc?
Several times.
About what?
I’m afraid the rules
of confidentiality
prevent me from
giving you any details.
guy’s dead.
Robert was a brilliant
psychologist.
We went to school together.
What about since then?
We were close colleagues.
His wife filed for divorce
a few months ago.
He was having a difficult
time prior to that as well.
At work?
He have enemies?
He was consulting on a special
project for the Pentagon.
What kind of project?
The kind that gets
you killed, apparently.
M.I.S.O.–
Military Information
Support Operations.
I’m old-school, Doc.
Psy-ops’ll do.
Yeah, well, then you know
they use mind games
to confuse and
manipulate the enemy.
I know that.
Credit card statements
over the past few months
show that he was writing
prescriptions for himself.
Oh, not true.
That’s the kind
of background fabrication
psy-ops excels at.
Really? And you know
this because…?
Because Banks invented it.
That what you and
Banks talked about?
We talked about
his divorce.
He wanted me to start
seeing his daughter
to help her
get through it.
Turns out he was having just
as much trouble as she was.
He was getting
increasingly anxious,
but whenever
I brought up his daughter,
his panic would subside.
He lived for
his little girl.
She was his hope,
his whole reason for living.
People who have
any hope at all, Gibbs,
they don’t take
their own life,
they embrace it.
Banks didn’t kill himself.
Forgive me if I’m having
a little trouble with this.
Bobby had been
so unpredictable lately.
He just…
he just wanted Amber
to be happy.
It’s all because
they broke up.
He still loved her.
You made this happen.
Tell me about your
relationship, Mrs. Banks.
Why does any couple split
after so many years?
We grew apart.
He’d become…
different.
He had become moody.
He wasn’t the man
that I married.
And… he started
to take it out
on both of us.
Mom…
You know
he wasn’t the same, Amber.
Life insurance
has you as the
sole beneficiary.
Yeah.
His, um, university
and naval death benefits.
He had an additional
policy, too.
$4 million for
both of you.
But…
wouldn’t the suicide
change that?
No, no,
not in this case–
he had a policy
that had an
exclusion clause.
You sure you didn’t know
about the money?
Hey, finally.
You work
with Fred Seymour
in Accounting, right?
Uh, you need an accountant?
You bet I do.
I got a salary dispute.
Oh. Are you feeling
overvalued or undervalued?
That’s an interesting question.
It’s not me,
actually, it’s McGee.
Who’s McGee?
My coworker.
The tall, pasty guy
who wanders around
sort of…
You know, he spends way too much
time indoors. Needs light.
Shouldn’t I be
talking to him?
Technically.
That’s a good point.
There’s probably some
underlying feelings
of inadequacy
between the two
of you, right?
What do you mean,
inadequacy?
Did your father
ever tell you
he loved you?
You’re not from Accounting,
are you?
Why did you pretend to be?
I didn’t.
You did.
You just saw
what you wanted to see.
I’m not sure I want
to see you anymore.
Oh. Are we breaking up
already?
Who are you?
I’m Dr. Samantha Ryan,
DOD, Psy-ops Division.
I’ve been told to come
and see a Special Agent Gibbs.
Yeah, you found him.
You a brain gamer, right?
That’s head brain gamer to you.
I oversee all military
information support operations.
I understand you’re
investigating
the death of
Dr. Robert Banks.
Agent Gibbs,
word in my office.
Hi, Leon.
Dr. Ryan,
what a surprise.
You know Director Vance.
You seem to know
everybody.
Yeah, it’s my job.
Oh, Gibbs,
feel free to ask Leon
anything you want.
We go way back.
DiNozzo,
escort Dr. Ryan
to the conference room.
Dr. Cranston’s waiting.
Yes, sir.
Cranston?
Hey, Director, you look good.
Authority…
suits you.
I got a call from SECNAV.
Oh, great.
No, it wasn’t.
Somebody steal his golf bag?
SECDEF wants to know what
NCIS is doing investigating
an M.I.S.O. employee.
Investigating a
possible murder.
I know you’re not big
on fine lines,
Gibbs, but I am.
This happens
to be one of them.
Dead guy’s Navy, Leon.
That makes it ours.
how do you know Dr. Ryan?
Long story.
Love to hear it.
She’s an old colleague.
Let’s just say we spent some
time together at the war college.
Ah, private time?
Classified time.
Okay,
okay, enough said.
Be careful,
she’s inquisitive.
Yeah, well,
so am I.
Gibbs.
Not like her.
Do you exercise?
I walk.
Because you look skinny.
Skinnier than the
last time I saw you.
Gave up dairy.
I’m lactose-intolerant.
You always were
into the latest fads.
Well, it’s not really a fad;
it’s a diagnosis.
So, anybody want coffee?
No milk.
You two went
to school together, right?
Hmm, yes.
Does that turn you on,
Agent Gibbs?
A couple of coeds?
Afterwards, she went clinical,
and I went military.
Very different points of view.
Oh, and, um,
full disclosure:
we both slept with Banks.
She was interested
in his mind.
She’s doing it.
You’re doing it.
I’m doing what?
Oh, the games.
The nonsense.
And I’m leaving.
No, no, you’re not.
Sam, we think Dr.
Banks was the victim
of psy-ops scheme.
He was my patient.
That’s ridiculous.
Is it?
Agent Gibbs, I will answer
any question that you have,
but not here and
obviously not with her.
Why not?
National security.
Next meeting, my
office, my rules.
My investigation.
My friend.
Our friend,
Rachel.
Banks was working with an
M.I.S.O. field op named Mitchell
on an assignment.
You probably
should talk to him.
Yeah, Doug, I’m on my way.
Hey, Gibbs.
Don’t trust these people.
Especially her.
– I don’t follow.
– Which part, Mitchell?
Dr. Banks can’t be dead.
I just spoke to
him yesterday.
He’s gone.
I would’ve been informed.
DOD. Pentagon.
There’s a chain of communication
that would’ve been engaged.
Mitchell.
He’s dead.
You are a reservist
working for psy-ops,
Former Navy.
I’m not cut out for
this head game stuff.
I… can’t do it anymore.
They’re, uh…
they’re reassigning me.
You worked with Dr. Banks
for how long?
Almost a year.
Banks is a smart man
and a good father.
He was going through
a rough divorce,
an ugly custody battle.
The doctor have any problems
with his coworkers?
Threats or disagreements?
Look, this is
a restricted M.I.S.O.
field unit– all information
is case-sensitive
and has to be…
We’re cleared.
Answer the question.
It’s a court order.
Here.
Former Marine Second
Lieutenant Kyle Baxter.
Received a general
discharge six months ago
because of a negative
emotional stability eval.
– Who wrote it?
– Dr. Banks, of course.
Give me a verdict, Duck.
Which came first, the
chicken or the egg?
Well, always been
a chicken man myself.
Oh, that’s my conundrum.
The heart continues to beat
after a hanging
for a few moments.
The doctor here was shot
and continued to bleed.
Now, with the amount
of blood loss,
I would hypothesize
that the bullet hit him
milliseconds after his neck
was snapped clean by the rope.
– Definitely a suicide?
– Without doubt.
But he was only hastening
the inevitable.
– What are you saying?
– His kidney and liver functions
were deteriorating
at an alarming rate.
Based on what?
Abby is determining that.
Suffice to say, had the doctor
not taken his own life,
I would estimate he had but…
six months to live.
♪ A little fun,
just now and then ♪
♪ Is relished by
the best of men. ♪
– Abby.
– Hi, Gibbs.
It’s called
“scoundrel patter,”
courtesy of
an Old West con man
named Umbrella Jim Miner.
Supposed to confuse
the suckas.
Gibbs, watch closely–
the hand is quicker than the eye.
♪ Attention given,
I’ll show you ♪
♪ How Abby hides
the peek-a-boo. ♪
I win.
So, I guess you’re not a sucker.
Or are you?
All of these pills
came out of Banks’
medicine cabinet.
One is a benign blood
pressure medication.
The other two are dangerous
psychotropic stimulants that
have been wreaking havoc on
his liver and his kidney functions.
I can’t tell the difference.
Somebody switched out
his prescriptions, Gibbs.
It’s like the oldest
con in the book.
– Poor sucker.
– Yeah.
So, Banks thinks that
he’s just taking his daily meds,
when, in reality,
he’s taking drugs
that have been proven
to cause depression
and increased
mental instability.
Psy-ops.
Mind games.
He’s being played, Abbs.
Question is, by who?
Chair works.
I like standing.
What else
do you like, Agent Gibbs?
Answers.
Good.
We make a great couple.
I like questions.
You want to tell me
something about yourself?
Your life story
makes you uncomfortable?
You know,
nonverbal behaviors
comprise 85% of all
human communication.
And the most honest
part of your body,
believe it or not:
your feet.
And yours, Agent Gibbs, are
pointed directly at my door.
Okay.
I have a question for you.
Speaks volumes.
Do you like pancakes?
I love pancakes.
Dr. Ryan?
Yes, Special Agent Gibbs,
Ross Kilmer,
my assistant;
Ross’s specialty
is to charm and disarm.
He has less patience
than I do.
If he’s country,
I’m rock and roll;
works out.
Marine Lieutenant Kyle Baxter.
We’re coming up empty–
you got anything?
Um…
just about
his psych eval.
That’s it.
Personnel list for the op
Banks was working on.
You know what
I really like, Doc?
Paper.
I-I really… love paper.
Where’d you find these?
One was hidden
inside Banks’ couch.
The other one was
in his mattress.
Oh, wow, the milliguass
reading’s off the charts.
These are electromagnetic
field emitters.
Hm, someone tried
to give our victim a tumor?
Yeah, more like
headaches and nightmares.
High levels
of EMF pollution
can cause interference
with REM sleep cycles.
I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
Personnel files from Ryan.
List of possible
killers, huh?
But we don’t trust it, right?
Run them anyway.
– Anything else from the house?
– Yes.
Found this from
Banks’ office safe:
operations protocol for a
top secret psy-ops mission.
It appears our
victim was working
– on this last.
– But the only person
that could confirm that’ll
probably lie to your face.
I’m getting used to that.
McGee,
connect the gizmos you
found back to psy-ops.
I can track the parts, boss,
but whoever built it
most likely
is gonna cover their…
tracks.
E-mail issues again?
Trust issues.
From now on, I want paper
from the source.
Paper?
You heard the man, McGee.
He said he wants
psy-ops personnel files.
A lot of them.
But any one of them
could’ve planned Banks’ murder.
This could take days. Weeks.
There’s got to be a million
personnel files here.
I don’t even know where
to begin without a search key.
Well, I suggest we
begin alphabetically.
Could I get you
a beer, Agent Gibbs?
No, I’m good.
You look nice.
I assume what you need
to talk to me about
can’t wait till morning?
Murders are time-sensitive.
General.
Dr. Banks
took his own life.
And I’m not sure if this is
the time or the place.
Would you excuse me
for just a moment?
Mm-hmm.
Wow, people in this town
love to talk shop
and eat cocktail weenies.
I, um, I get the impression
by your hoodie
that you don’t really
like parties that much.
No, I like parties, when there’s
something worth celebrating.
Everything all right
here, Doctor?
– Can I be of any assistance?
– Oh, thank you, Ross.
Um, Special Agent Gibbs
needs to speak
to me privately.
And I know
just the place.
I’ll, um,
I’ll just wait right here.
Excuse me.
Feel safe, Gibbs?
Oh, I guess not
everyone in here
has a security clearance.
You’re enjoying this.
I’ll play along.
What do you got?
“Removal of Threats
Using Drugs
and Alternative Methods.”
It’s a hell of
a page-turner, Doc.
A real how-to.
Driving a sane person
to suicide using pills
and sleep-deprivation.
That sound familiar to you?
Be very careful…
with what you’re… suggesting.
This is a page out
of your own playbook, Doc.
So I’m gonna
ask you again.
What do you know about
the death of Robert Banks?
And I’m gonna
tell you again.
Nothing.
I’m giving you a chance
to come clean, Dr. Ryan.
Help solve the
murder of a close friend.
I already told
you the truth.
Whose truth?
Your sister used
to look at me like that.
Like what?
Eh, the cat who ate the canary.
I didn’t exactly tell you
everything earlier, Gibbs.
Lot of that going around.
During one of my
sessions with Banks,
he mentioned a sensitive
national security issue.
Yep. You still
should’ve told me.
I know.
I want to catch his killer.
That makes two of us.
It’s not exactly a skiff,
Doc, but it’ll do.
There was a project
called Operation Alborz.
Okay.
– Details.
– No idea.
– What was Banks’s involvement?
– He didn’t tell me.
Well, what did he tell you?
I got the sense that
someone wanted to make sure
he couldn’t discuss it
with anyone, ever.
Someone?
Gibbs.
– Boss?
– Yeah, McGee. Go.
I’ve been going through
the military personnel files–
all dead ends.
Ryan’s info didn’t help?
I’m shocked.
Which brings us back
to former Second Lieutenant
Kyle Baxter,
the guy who was drummed out
of the Marines because of Banks.
Pick him up.
We still can’t find him.
Hello?
Is there a problem?
Gibbs,
if something’s bothering you,
I’d really prefer
you tell…
Is that a b…
Good night, Ryan.
Sleep tight.
Kyle Baxter.
Former second lieutenant
in the Marine Corps.
Superior IQ.
Scored off the charts
on the Officer Qualifying Exam.
– Where is he now?
– Last known address was in Norfolk.
He was hand-picked by the
M.I.S.O. 18 months ago
for its secret ops unit.
– Headed by Banks.
– Yeah. Until…?
Well, Baxter was thrown out
for antisocial behavior,
violent tendencies.
Eventually discharged
from the Marines.
Fell off the grid
a few months after that.
‘Course, if we could
use our computers
Nope.
to dig deeper, we…
could…
No, McGee, we can’t.
Where’d you get
that, boss?
From my basement;
it’s a bug.
Find out where it came from,
the old-fashioned way.
You’re ringing, McCheater.
Boss, I only kept it
on to monitor Baxter’s
incoming cell phone calls.
But this call’s still live.
Where?
Storefront,
600 block of Chapman Avenue;
looks like a cafe.
That’s five minutes from here.
Tony, Ziva, go.
Trace the bug.
With or without my…
NCIS?
Who wants to know?
Four minutes. Nice.
– You guys are good.
– You’re not Baxter.
Absolutely not.
Kilmer.
Ryan and I work together.
Gibbs knows.
Baxter left me his phone,
wanted to see if you guys
were, uh… tracking him.
You can have it.
He’s got others.
Where’s Baxter now?
You got me.
I wish you luck, though.
Whoa-hoa. You think we’re
just gonna let you walk away?
Well, yeah.
Why not?
Beautiful day.
You guys have a good one.
A resort in Cancun?
James Drenden.
Hey, you guys.
Hi, Mrs. Ryan.
How did you know where
my son went to school?
H-His records
are all classified.
Did you follow me?
Are you following me now?
Am I under
surveillance, Gibbs?
You hacked my records.
This is my personal life!
Psy-ops 101.
You approach people
at their most vulnerable.
– You even the playing field, Doc.
– Oh, you don’t
want to play with me,
Gibbs, trust me.
I keep things confidential
for a reason.
I take precautions
because I have to.
And my son is off limits.
So is my place.
You don’t like
your own medicine, Doc?
I am not the enemy!
You bugged my home!
Tell us about Operation Alborz.
As I…
shared with Agent Gibbs–
national security.
Alborz.
Mountain range in Iran.
Some of the highest peaks.
Apparently,
very beautiful.
People flock
from all over…
Less sizzle, Doc,
more pop.
After we invaded
Iraq in 2003,
Iran started pouring billions
into their nuclear program.
Recruited scientists to
produce plutonium for them.
The Alborz mission was to
use psy-op techniques…
to destabilize Iranian
nuclear scientists.
Cripple the enemy
without firing a shot.
– 21st century warfare.
– And the Iranians got wind?
Possible.
And you think
they could’ve done
the same thing
to Dr. Banks in retribution.
Look, I’ll do
whatever I can…
to help you find
Robert’s killer.
I want this over
as much as you do.
Gibbs, get over here.
I processed Banks’ laptop.
The encryption
was, like, super complex.
But you got in.
I did– with a little help.
I just followed the
tracks of someone else
that hacked his computer,
like, way before I did.
Someone was wreaking
havoc on Banks’ life
using his own computer.
Like, draining
his accounts
and buying stocks that
he never ordered,
sending threatening e-mails.
More mind games.
Yeah. Even if he googled something,
he would get misinformation.
Like bogus sports scores and
even fictional news stories.
He wasn’t only
being drugged,
his entire reality was
being manipulated.
By who?
From what I can tell,
someone in Mexico.
I traced a ghost I.P. address
to a room in a resort
in Cancun.
The security video
is a little blurry,
but I got an instant hit
with facial recognition.
Kyle Baxter.
The same guy
Mitchell implicated,
and the same guy that Banks
gave a bad psych eval to.
Gibbs, this is the guy
we’re looking for.
Boss.
Can I?
Yeah. Go, McGee.
Embargo’s over.
James Drenden?
– Who is that?
– That’s the alias
Kyle Baxter was using.
Got a hit on a passport
under Baxter’s alias.
Says he was
on a flight arriving
from Mexico City
to Dulles two months ago.
Two months is a long time.
He could be anywhere by now.
Well, according
to the IRS,
he’s currently employed
as a bartender
in Georgetown.
Why would Baxter
still be using
the same alias?
Honestly, Gibbs, had I known
you were looking for me,
I would have been here
days ago.
Yeah. Spare me
the psy-ops charm, Baxter.
We can prove you
were in Mexico.
Okay, so?
So, drugs found
in Banks’s system
were manufactured close
to the resort.
You had the expertise.
And you were messing with him.
Wow. Yeah, they’re good.
You’re looking
at a psy-ops package here, sir.
You can’t trust that.
Hmm. So, they set you up
to take the fall?
Obviously.
Look, Banks discharged me
with violent tendencies.
Next thing you know,
I’m the fall guy.
And you took the bait,
hook, line and sinker.
Now, why wouldn’t they frame me?
It’s perfect.
Prove that
you’re telling the truth.
May I?
I never left my phone
or that matchbook.
Call this number.
Ask for Simon.
He’ll straighten it out.
Baxter was the best damn C.I.
we’ve ever had, Director Vance.
For how long?
He’s been working undercover
with the DEA
for the past 12 months.
Helped us shut down smugglers
we’ve been after forever.
He was under DEA control
for the last year?
Had our eyes on him
the whole time.
If you think
he was involved with this,
you’re wrong.
Somebody real good’s
been playing you folks.
So the person Dr. Ryan
has been pushing, Gibbs,
isn’t our killer.
Cranston’s sessions
with Banks.
She’s a quack.
No, she’s not.
She’s good, and
it made listening
all the harder,
’cause…
he was in real trouble.
Is that your apology
about Baxter?
I have a job to do.
NCIS was looking
into a sensitive area
at a critical time.
We have protocols in place
to protect our mission.
It’s part of our rule book.
Yeah, well, I got some rules
of my own, too.
Rule number 42…
Don’t ever accept an apology
from someone
who just sucker-punched you.
I didn’t apologize.
Do you have children?
I did.
But you already know that.
Yes. Kelly.
And I’m sorry.
Hey, Doc, my feet
aren’t pointing at the door.
The other day,
I was picking up my son, Parker,
from soccer practice,
and he was…
walking toward the
car, and not once…
did he look over his shoulder.
And that meant everything to me.
In my job, I take precautions,
and I don’t know
how you found him, but…
I believe everybody
deserves one secret,
and…
I’m asking… you
if I can have this one.
Okay.
Thank you.
I owe you…
assuming you’ll let me know
when you want to collect.
I want to collect now.
Someone with your
knowledge killed Banks.
I want to know who.
Whoever it is
has lost sight of…
who we are and what we do.
You got a name?
Good luck.
Banks’s psy-ops files
are blocked, deleted
or in no-go territory.
Here. Try this.
It’s Ryan’s cell phone.
Isolate calls from psy-ops,
government-issued lines.
There’s five or six
different numbers here.
Cross-reference
with incoming calls to Banks
over the past month.
Uh, there’s just one,
boss, and they’ve
placed multiple calls to Banks
over the past two weeks.
Kilmer? Baxter?
No. Brian Mitchell.
The psy-ops liaison
who was working
with him directly.
No, wait a minute–
there’s a second
cell number on Banks’ account,
and Mitchell sent dozens
of tech streams to it.
Put it up.
I can’t.
They’ve all been erased.
Ziva, you’re with me.
They’re in the cloud memory,
but it’ll take time.
DiNozzo, dial
both numbers
three times;
hang up after one ring.
Boss?
Do it. And keep
sending me locations
on Mitchell’s cell.
It’s a fail-safe call.
It’s an old spy craft trick.
Means something’s going wrong.
Parties are supposed to meet
at a predetermined location.
– Kind of a rookie move, isn’t it?
– Yeah.
That’s why it
just might work.
Why did you
call me, Brian?
I came as soon as I could.
We agreed it
wouldn’t be safe.
will never work.
You’ll never have what you
want if you don’t listen.
You know what I want.
You don’t deserve it.
You messed up big-time.
I made your father
look unstable.
I gave him the drugs;
I did what you said.
I said to make it look
like he killed himself.
If they figure out
I’m involved, I’ll get nothing.
I want that money.
I just want you to be happy.
I want to be happy.
This isn’t about us anymore.
You killed my father, Brian.
I will not go down
with you for this.
Oh, I’m afraid you are.
Put your hands
behind your back.
– She’s as guilty as I am.
– He’s lying.
No, he-he forced me to do this.
Somehow, I doubt that.
That’s a
nice girl.
30 years, take her home
to meet the folks.
Amber used me,
just like she used him.
Mm-hmm.
and I never saw it coming.
I thought she was
another broken teenager
caught up in
an ugly divorce.
Doc…
you look for
the good in people.
There… there’s
not much to find.
Hey, Ziva and I
are going for drinks.
You want to come?
Only if you’re buying.
Agent DiNozzo.
Fred Seymour
from Accounting!
Actually, good news.
We traced the problem back
to a clerical error,
which resulted in overpayments
to you, Agent McGee.
Oh. Oh..
Now the bad news.
Thanks to your request
that we review your file,
uh, we discovered
that we’ve been short
on your FICA withholdings
for the previous five years.
– What?
– So you owe us $2,997.33.
Payable immediately.
Enjoy your night.
What?!
We’ll be at the bar if you
want to drown your sorrows.
What the…?
What?
Yeah. Gibbs.
Hi. What are you doing?
Well… I’m sleeping.
It’s 4:00 in the morning. What?
Trying out my new phone.
My other one disappeared.
Yeah? That what happened, huh?
Sorry.
I don’t get much sleep.
I’ve got a lot on my mind.
Whose head you messing
with tonight, Doc?
Probably my own.
I shouldn’t have called.
How can I help?
I just wanted to…
thank you for…
figuring out
what happened to Robert.
Doing my job.
I think you
already knew, though.
You make people
feel safe, Gibbs.
It’s a gift.
Well, people need answers.
I need breakfast.
Okay.
When?
How about now?
Well, I-I know a little…
diner that’s open 24 hours.
Perfect.
Are you asking me
on a date, Ryan?
It’s the middle of the night,
Agent Gibbs.
You tell me.

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“Awake” Pilot – 2012

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(crickets chirping)
(tires screeching)
(crashing)
(screaming)
(metal creaking)
DR. LEE: So, tell me how this works.
BRITTEN: I don’t know.
I close my eyes.
I open them.
Same as you.
MINISTER: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
We now lay Rex Thomas…
DR. LEE:  Let’s just
start at the beginning.
BRITTEN: No.
Let’s start at right now.
Fair enough.
I understand you’ve gone back to work.
Mm-hmm.
(thunder rumbles)
DR. LEE:  And they’ve got
you working with a partner?
VEGA: – Detective Britten, over here.
BRITTEN: - New guy, Vega.
They just want someone to hold my
hand until they know I’m okay.
And are you okay?
– Witnesses?
VEGA: – Yeah,
I interviewed about 20,
uh, most were in the bar
and came out after,
but didn’t actually see
the cab driver get shot.
But this one guy,
Mr. Weaver,
he lives right above the…
Where is he?
He’s over there, sir.
– How you doing?
– Good, thanks.
I understand you saw the whole thing?
Um, well, not the crime, exactly.
I just heard some shots,
and then I looked out,
and saw some guy run away.
Where did he run?
It was up the block that way,
and then into that alley
around the corner, but, uh…
Didn’t I already tell you this?
Yes, in…
Thanks for your help.
VEGA: Thank you.
Sir, as I was trying to say,
the witnesses on the ground confirm…
There’s a camera on that
building over there.
Go see if it caught anything useful.
What?
Well, I-I-I been meaning to thank you, sir.
I been passed over for detective,
twice,
before this assignment,
so I’m pretty sure I’d still be in uniform
if you hadn’t requested me.
I didn’t request anyone.
If you got promoted, it has
nothing to do with me.
They probably didn’t want to waste
anyone else’s time baby-sitting me.
Now, go check the camera.
DR. LEE: And then what?
BRITTEN: Then I go home.
– Hey.
– Oh, hey.
You’re just in time
to help me clean up.
You finished downstairs already?
Yeah, I did the study, too.
You’re quick.
I’d still be on the first wall.
DR. LEE:  Did she start redecorating
the house after the accident?
Right after the funeral.
That’s a common reaction,
just looking for ways to start fresh.
Has she gotten to your son’s room?
BRITTEN:  I don’t think she’s
even been in there yet.
DR. LEE: And then what?
BRITTEN: I wake up.
(door opens)
– Morning.
– Morning.
(horn honks outside)
That’s Aaron.
I gotta go.
(dog barking)
So, uh,
what about the match?
What about it?
I was thinking of coming.
Whatever you want.
DR. EVANS: And you said
the tennis is new?
Yeah, well, sort of.
His mom’s, uh…
was a very good player.
She played in college.
She taught him.
He used to play a lot until
he discovered football.
But he’s decided to
take it up again.
Since your wife’s funeral.
Yeah.
(sniffs)
What’s the purpose
of the rubber band?
Oh, it just helps me keep things straight.
Green is Rex’s favorite color.
I-I wear a red one when I’m with Hannah.
You mean, in your dreams.
Yeah.
What else?
(shutter clicks)
Morning, Detective.
– You see this coffee maker?
– Uh-huh.
$600.
My ex-wife, she wanted one of these.
I told her she wanted a $600 coffee maker,
she should not have married a police.
Eventually, we agreed on that.
Tell me what you see, I’ll
tell you what you miss.
Husband and wife victims?
– Mm-hmm.
– Multiple stab wounds.
Some signs they put up a fight.
Also some signs that they lost.
Any money?
Wallet, purse?
Gone, along with one of the cars, a BMW.
All right, so, what am I missing, hm?
Home invasion that turned messy.
This is why I’ve avoided
success at all costs.
I mean, you work your whole life
to get some nice stuff just so somebody
can come along and kill you for it.
Calendar on the fridge says
the girl was at a practice.
Hoping to track her down now.
Also says the parents should
have been at a meeting.
Bet they wish they’d gone.
(sniffing)
You smell that?
Come on, you know I’ve had a cold
since the Clinton Administration.
(inhaling)
(groaning): Ah…
girl was here when it happened.
How do you know?
She hid in the closet, pissed herself,
so either she ran when the killer left,
or…
He took her.
Damn, that’s what I get for hoping.
People!
New deal!
DR. EVANS: And this has been
happening since the accident?
Yeah.
That’s fascinating.
Uh, not to be insensitive,
it’s just that…
we come up with all sorts of ways
to get through the loss of a loved one.
Like your son
taking up his mother’s sport
to maintain some sense
of connection with her.
But your mind…
it’s simply created an entire reality
where you haven’t actually
lost your wife at all.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a
coping mechanism quite like it.
An elaborate and ongoing dream
in which you haven’t lost your son,
relieving you of the obligation
of dealing with his death.
Maybe.
I’m sorry?
Whether I’m with my wife or with my son…
it all feels completely real to me.
DR. EVANS: You mean you’re
not sure which is a dream?
Meaning you can’t tell
whether you’re awake
or asleep at this very moment?
Incredible.
BRITTEN: Of course I’m awake.
I’m awake with my wife,
and I close my eyes, I open them,
and I’m awake with my son.
DR. EVANS:  Well, I can assure
you, Detective Britten,
this is not a dream.
What?
That’s exactly
what the other shrink said.
AWAKE
S01 Ep.01 – Pilot
Right here;
take a look at this.
Could hardly ask for a better angle.
Boom.
Hm, and right there,
turns right to the camera.
Like he meant to look at it.
Why would he do that?
Detectives…
we’ve got another one.
Another what?
Dead cabbie.
(indistinct conversation)
Cab pulls up, door opens,
two loud bangs, pop, pop.
Everybody scatters.
Driver runs up on the sidewalk
while the suspect walks
right into the crowd.
Skinny, cowboy hat, big sunglasses?
Mm-mm.
Overweight, heavy beard,
some kind of ball cap.
Oh, that’s wonderful.
We got a killer
who does costume changes.
Let me guess.
He got himself caught
on camera again?
Hey, Jimmy, give him the photo.
JIMMY: Here you go.
BIRD: Almost like he posed for it.
You start taking statements;
I’ll see if I can find out
anything out about the driver.
Yes, sir.
Captain’s moving me over to Western.
What?
Calling it a promotion,
which is what they called
it when they split us up.
I figure they don’t want my
desk anywhere near yours.
You watch yourself with him.
Captain isn’t moving me
and getting her man to look
over your shoulder for nothing.
There’s nothing for him to see.
I’m fine.
Which is what I told her,
and I’m being transferred.
So which is the faster way for him
to get to where he wants to go?
Telling the chief
what she wants to hear,
or telling her that you’re fine?
DR. LEE:  Detective, this is a safe place.
Doctor-patient confidentiality means
that what you share with me
stays with me.
I’m not here to judge,
I’m here to help.
(scoffing): You’re not here to judge?!
My job depends
on what you write down
on that piece of paper.
You’re doing your job, Detective.
I don’t see any reason
to change that.
In fact, I see value in you
returning to a familiar routine.
But the loss you suffered is enormous,
and for your health,
you have to process it
and deal with it,
and I can help.
But not if you don’t let me.
Have you told your wife about
what you’re experiencing?
At first, I told her everything.
How he’d given up football
and gone back to tennis.
About the girl
who kept calling him.
I don’t know,
I think maybe I thought I could
be a bridge, or something.
That even if they couldn’t see each other,
maybe if I told her about him,
it would be like we were
all still together.
You know, but to her,
he’s not still alive,
and, uh…
hearing about it,
talking about it wasn’t comforting.
It was torture.
Just as you continue to
imagine a life with him,
your wife is coping by beginning
to imagine a life without him.
But I assure you,
however she might appear,
she’s not grieving any less.
Did she tell you
why she wants to move?
She says it’s…
too hard to live with the
empty room upstairs.
And yet,
you’re determined to stay there.
MICHAEL: For me, the room
upstairs isn’t empty.
Well, thanks for your help.
Yeah.
– Hey, Bird!
– Yeah.
We got a stolen car found
in the neighborhood.
It’s got to be how the
killer got to the scene.
The neighbors said they saw
it as early as 5:00 p.m.
Time of death isn’t till 9:00.
So, if he just wants to rip off a couple
of rich people, what’s he waiting for?
The girl. She doesn’t get
dropped off till 8:45.
15 minutes later,
the parents are dead,
and they’re out of there.
You say they were supposed
to be at a meeting?
Uh-huh.
So, guy thinks he’s gonna find
her alone, when he doesn’t…
He knows her, he knows them.
This wasn’t a robbery.
This was a planned abduction.
– Let’s talk to the watch commander.
– Okay, come on.
Uh, I got something I got to do.
I just need an hour.
Two, max.
For what?
I told someone
I’d be somewhere.
BRITTEN: Yeah!
After two years playing football,
I didn’t expect him to end up in the final.
Tara. I’m the coach.
– Oh. Right. How do you do?
– Hi.
He’s exceptionally talented.
He had a very good teacher.
I’m so sorry.
Your wife was an amazing person.
Thanks.
You know, uh, we used to
play doubles together.
Very briefly.
She used to mop the floor with us kids
who thought we were ready for the tour.
She’s the one who should
have played professionally.
You think so?
I did. She was better than me.
I guess the grind just
didn’t appeal to her.
Appealed to you, though?
Thought it would be a lot
more winning Wimbledon
and less qualifying in New Jersey.
I don’t really know what
he’s doing out there.
He just…
It was his mother he used
to talk to, you know?
We’ve talked about it a little.
Really?
What does he say?
He misses her a lot.
This helps him miss her a little less.
(applause)
Match point.
You know, if he wins this
easily after a long layoff,
I may never get him to practice.
Yeah!
(applause and whistling)
Son, you okay?
Hey, you’re okay.
(crying) It’s okay.
Okay.
(crying continues)
Okay.
That is the best show on TV.
No way.
I watch total garbage TV, and
I don’t even watch that.
REX: Oh, come on.
It’s about models.
I think that holds a different appeal
for a 15 year-old boy
than it does for me.
What about you, Michael?
You have a favorite show?
Uh… yeah.
I like the one with the, uh,
deranged chef.
Really?
I always thought
Mom recorded that.
No, that’s me.
You like it?
It’s okay.
Did you see the one where
he made that guy…?
(phone buzzing)
It’s fine.
Hey, sorry.
Yeah. Britten.
Hey, it’s Bird.
We found the kidnapper’s car.
Waverly Long Term Parking lot
by the docks.
How quick can you get here?
Yeah, I got to take Rex
home, and then, uh…
TARA: I can take
him if you want.
Yeah, I’ll get a ride with Tara.
You sure that’s okay?
Uh, I’ll be right there.
Thanks.
TARA: Sure.
REX: Dad?
Um…
I’m…
I’m glad you came today.
Me, too.
This your idea or Tara’s?
She-she’s good at this kind of stuff.
All right.
I’ll see you at home.
I won’t be late, I promise.
BRITTEN: What do we got?
BIRD: Lot security found the parents’ car.
Now, from the blood trail here,
it looks like the kidnapper takes
the girl out of the stolen Beemer
and sticks her into whatever
was parked in space 572.
Take a look.
Now, it was drizzling an hour ago.
The crime guy shot these
before the ground dried.
Now, the plan is to go over the plate
numbers of all the cars in the lot,
and see if anybody saw anything.
See if they remember what
was parked in space 572.
– Mm-hmm.
– Actually…
let’s see if they remember
what was parked behind him
in space 611.
611. Why?
Well, look, they both got a
dry spot, about the same, so,
I figure 611 left the same time as 572.
Whoever was parked in 611
probably the last person to
see the kidnapper’s car.
Wait a minute, so you’re saying,
you want to ask people
about the space the car
wasn’t  parked in?
You know what?
I’ll call myself.
Just send me all the numbers,
I’ll call from home.
You okay?
Yeah.
How’s Rex?
I mean, how’s he doing?
He lost his mother.
How’s anybody supposed to handle that?
Don’t forget, we have dinner tonight.
– Reservation’s at 8:00.
– Mm-hmm.
Um, do me a favor.
Don’t wear
any of your suits from work.
They creep me out.
(indistinct chatter on TV)
(sighs)
(cheering, indistinct chatter)
– Hey, Vega?
– Yeah.
Pull the tapes.
– The security tapes?
– Yeah.
We’ve seen ‘em, like, 100 times.
This guy…
once he ditches the disguise,
he could come back and stand
in the crowd all day,
we’d never know it.
Why would he do that?
Think about it…
look into the camera, the disguises.
He loves that he can
practically turn himself in,
and we still can’t catch him.
I’m willing to bet he likes
to have a front row seat to watch us flail.
And we run the tapes through
the hours  after  the murders,
maybe we can catch a face
that pops out in both crowds.
Yeah?
Black beard and a wig matching
the eyewitness descriptions
turned up in a Dumpster
15 blocks
from the second cab murder scene.
Managed to pull a single
red hair from the wig.
– We’ll run the DNA.
– Oh, great.
Yeah, but the database is so small.
Unless he’s been in some
serious trouble before,
we probably won’t get a hit.
All right, thanks.
Well, we know we’re looking for a redhead.
That’s something, right?
Yeah.
Pull the tapes.
All right, first up, 611 Waverly.
All right, Ginger.
Where are you?
What did you say?
Ginger?
611 Waverly?
Yeah, the restaurant where
the first cabbie got killed.
That’s the address.
BRITTEN: There’s a Waverly Parking
Lot out by the docks, right?
Well, what does that have to do
with this?
Britten?
Hey, are you okay?
Play the tape.
Oh, I’d say it’s entirely reasonable.
It’s even expected that
these sorts of details
would begin to cross over.
The things you’re wrestling
with in real life
are likely to manifest
themselves in your dream.
I knew about the Waverly
parking lot and space 611
before I knew the address of
the first cab driver murder.
So, how could I have dreamed
it before I knew it?
But did you?
You said yourself they
were on the paperwork.
You were at the location.
Even if you didn’t consciously
note it, your brain might’ve,
and if it found it important
enough, the details…
Waverly, 611…
would simply manifest themselves
in your dreams via this
imaginary parking lot.
Or I really saw it in
the parking lot first,
and it’s repeating itself
now, in this dream here,
to tell me that there’s something important
going on there.
Detective Britten,
as I said,
there’s no therapeutic
value in allowing you
to pretend that your realities
are interchangeable.
There’s no kidnapped child.
There’s no car in a parking lot.
And sadly, but crucially,
there’s no world in which your
son survived the accident.
Yeah, well,
with all due respect, Doctor,
I don’t know that that’s true.
If it isn’t, then,
there’s a kidnapped
girl who needs my help.
Okay, so,
then, let me ask you this.
Which murder came first?
The cab driver.
So, you begin working on one case,
here, in reality,
and then, suddenly,
you begin working another case,
there, in your dream.
And we should also talk about
the kind of case that you’re
working in your dream.
A missing child.
It’s the very issue you’re
struggling to come to terms with,
so your subconscious turns it
into a case you have to solve.
I understand the pain you feel,
Detective,
but that pain is echoing
in your dreams to tell you
you have to deal with it,
and not to ignore it.
And when you do,
these dreams, fantasies… will end.
And, eventually,
so will your pain.
BRITTEN: So you’re saying
as soon as I decide
which one is dead,
then they’ll stop showing up
in my dreams?
I believe that’s very likely.
HANNAH: What?
Nothing.
It’s just nice to be out.
You already applied?
What?
You think I’m too old?
Oh, I’m sure you can do keg
stands with the best of them.
I just…
What about your work?
I quit.
Really?
Okay.
Uh, and where are these schools at?
Well, one of them’s in the city,
and the other one is in Oregon.
Oregon.
Is that why you wanted to
get dressed up, come out?
Have this little chat?
No, I wanted to get dressed up and go out
because I think it’s time we
start doing things again.
You remember that restaurant
in New York like this?
Fancy place.
You pretended to be a food critic.
You got us that great table,
that huge meal, all for free.
What made you think of that?
I was just thinking about
how persuasive you can be.
(“Maybe Not” by Cat Power playing)
♪There’s a dream that I
see, I pray it can be ♪
♪ Look cross the land, shake this land ♪
You want some wine?
You know what I think?
I think we should go home.
♪ We can all be free ♪
♪ Maybe not in words ♪
♪ Maybe not with a look ♪
♪ But with your mind… ♪
I think we should get pregnant.
I know.
I know it’s fast.
And-and say what you will about
us not working through our issues yet,
but it’s not about replacing him.
Okay?
It’s not.
I just know that I’m going
to want to have another one.
And I don’t, I don’t want to be
100 when he’s in high school.
How do you know it would be a boy?
What?
“When he’s in high school,”
you said so.
How do you know?
– I don’t.
– Yeah.
So, what do you think?
I think we should think about it.
For a while.
Okay?
Mm-hmm.
How’s the house coming along?
Just one more room.
Yeah.
(sighs)
Did I tell you about my
partner’s kid playing tennis?
This kid.
Reminds me of you.
– Me?
– Yeah.
The way… he hit the ball.
I mean, 25 aces in the final.
He crushed the serve.
It was like he poured his
whole body into it, you know?
And he’d…
he’d drive and shoot the forehand,
and catching it,
like you’re always saying.
Damn it, Michael.
I’m sorry.
You can’t do that to me.
Are you having these dreams again?
I had one.
He’s gone.
I miss him, too, Michael, desperately.
But he’s gone.
What’s the psychiatrist say about it all?
Oh, you know,
he’s explaining to me stuff
about sleep, dreams.
How everything works.
HANNAH: Is it helping?
BRITTEN: Yeah.
I feel better
every time I open my eyes.
You suddenly seem very concerned
about what’s real and what’s not.
Well, Dr. Lee said a couple of things
that I’m having trouble letting go of.
I think it’s useful
to ask yourself
why you might have created
a therapist
who is so confrontational.
Is that your vision of
how this should work?
No, that’s the whole point.
Why would I invent someone
who argues with me?
Dr. Lee would say that
the reason that you’re so
gentle, agreeing with me
because you…
’cause you are me.
So it’s his very nature that
has you somehow focused
on the idea that he’s real,
and has this all, suddenly,
feeling like your dream.
Okay.
What?
Just give me a minute.
What are you doing?
(printer whirrs)
All right.
Here.
Turn to any page.
Just pick one.
And now, pick a spot about
halfway down and start reading.
Out loud.
“The House of Representatives
shall be composed
“of members chosen every second year
“by the people of the several states,
“and the electors in each state
“shall have the
qualifications requisite…”
What’s going on?
What am I…
What am I doing here?
Have you memorized
the entire Constitution?
Then, if this is a dream,
and your son has really
died, instead of your wife,
and you’re just making
all of this up,
explain to me how you could
turn to a random page
and start quoting it back,
word for word.
I can’t.
I don’t know.
Tell Dr. Lee
that Dr. Evans says
that it’s not as simple
as he made it sound.
Why would you do that?
You seem distracted by this fear
that Dr. Lee had made some sort of
bulletproof argument, and
I just thought that…
No, no, you said nobody should…
Wh…
I don’t know the Constitution.
So, how could I…
How could I do that
unless this is…
(groaning)
Hannah?
Hannah!
Hannah?
Hannah, you in there?
Hi, it’s Hannah;
leave a message.
(voicemail beeps) Hey, it’s me.
Uh, where are you?
I mean, I don’t know
where you are, so, uh…
I’m not sure what’s going on.
It would be great to hear your voice, okay?
Just give me a call.
No, no, no.
She’s here;
she’s here.
Hannah!
Michael…
Come on!
(groaning)
Michael?
What are you doing?
Thank God you’re still here.
Of course I’m still here.
What’s going on?
I was calling your name.
Why do you not hear
me calling your name?
Listen to me, it’s okay.
All right?
I’m not going anywhere.
Let me see your hand.
VEGA: Can you at least tell
me what we’re looking for?
– Maybe I can help.
– I’m not sure.
Well, then…
Why are we here?
I had a dream about it.
Or I’m having a dream.
– What?
– Nothing.
Look, we still have partial face matches
from the tapes to look over, okay?
(sighs)
We… we got witnesses
from the other scene.
The witness.
Yeah.
The guy from 611, Weaver.
Mm-hmm.
He said he saw the killer
run up the street, turn left at the alley.
Yeah, all the witnesses confirmed
that he ran in that direction.
That’s what the security tape shows.
I mean, that’s what happened.
Did you go up to his apartment?
Look out of his window?
No, why would I?
Everyone had the same story.
There’s no window
on the other side.
If you’re on the ground, you
can see the alley from here.
See the killer turn into it.
From up there, there’s
no way you know that.
Unless you’re the one who actually did it.
Call it in.
Hold on.
Is there another entrance?
Yeah, the back.
Cover it.
(elevator bell dings)
(frustrated growl)
Move it! Stop!
Police officer!
Get out of the way!
(people screaming) Police!
VEGA:  The guy had an
apartment full of costumes,
teaches eighth grade math.
You were joking, right?
About what?
Coming back here
because of a dream.
I mean, that’s not why we came, right?
‘Cause you doing stuff like that,
it’s, uh,
the sort of thing they’ve
been asking me about.
What have you been saying?
Nothing.
BIRD: Mike, you’ve been
staring at that pavement
for the last hour.
I think it’s told you what it knows.
Look, the blood trail led
right to the car in 572.
Why does it matter
what was parked in 611?
I mean, don’t you think
if they would’ve seen anything,
like, say,
a bleeding little girl being
forced out of one car
and into another,
that we would’ve heard from them by now?
Wait.
– Wait, that’s it.
– What’s it?
But we assumed
that these vehicles
– left at about the same time.
– Okay.
What if they left
at exactly the same time?
You see that dry patch
right there?
That’s a tow hitch.
It wasn’t a pickup truck here.
It was a…
a trailer or an RV in 611.
We got four camper hits
in the same area we canvass
for sex offenders.
Three of them are sitting
in their driveways.
And they’re sending teams
to check them out.
And the other just turned up
by a lake in the foothills.
Ranger says the guy’s
been there since Monday.
– Day of the murders.
– Uh-huh.
Have you seen his I.D.?
Did the guy have red hair?
Red hair?
No reason.
Okay, look, uh, tell them to
keep a distant perimeter;
we’re on our way.
Moving up.
What do you got?
Suspect’s inside with the little girl.
– Saw it with your own eyes?
– Yes, sir.
What’s the best approach?
(girl whimpering, crying quietly)
(no voice)
On the right.
(whimpering)
(no voice)
(whimpers)
(quietly): You’re safe.
Didn’t I tell you what would
happened if you tried to get away?
(gunfire)
BIRD: She says he kept
talking about marrying her.
That the Lord
had brought them together.
You want to tell me how
you knew he had red hair?
A hunch.
Been a cop for 20 years.
I only seen hunches on TV.
(wry laugh)
So you’re gonna stick with that?
Uh-huh.
Okay.
BRITTEN: She got family to go to?
An aunt or something.
I’m not even sure she
understands what happened yet.
(sighs heavily)
Remember when you used to think
that “solved” and “fixed”
meant the same thing?
Your mind will allow you to go
endlessly back and forth
between these realities,
if you let it.
You’ve created
a mental Mobius strip.
How would you like me to help you
if you’re not willing to participate
in a realistic examination
of your situation?
I never said I needed help.
They did.
I’m fine.
Your Blood Alcohol Level
was elevated the night of
the accident, wasn’t it?
I didn’t have anything to drink.
Uh, that’s what you said,
but the medical report says that
it was elevated, was it not?
Have you considered the possibility
that your condition comes not so much
from a benevolent desire
to keep your son alive,
but an intense need to shield yourself
from your own responsibility for his death?
It does raise a whole host of questions.
I’m telling you, there is no
way that I drank that night.
But you don’t remember anything
about what led to the accident?
Maybe this is all your way
of trying to help
yourself remember.
Just as you seem to work out
your cases in your dreams,
perhaps the fact that
your wife survived in one
and your son in the other,
or that you have different
partners in each,
is actually all a way of getting you
to think about that night.
Clues, so to speak, about
what actually happened.
Detective Britten,
this fantasy is far from benign.
While your brain should
be resting, recharging,
your subconscious is using it to
hold up a detail and complicated
alternate reality.
If we don’t deal with that…
this situation will eventually
become unsustainable.
Look at your hand.
The moment of panic, of confusion,
that led you to do that to yourself…
that’s just the tip of an iceberg.
The thing is, Doctor…
I still see my wife and my son.
And I’ve also watched both of
them lowered into the ground.
And when you see a loved one buried…
you have one thought, over
and over and over again,
and that’s that you would do anything…
anything…
to get them back.
So if you’re telling me that
the price of seeing them,
feeling them…
of having them in my life,
is my sanity?
It’s a price I will happily pay.
Now, I’ll come and see you,
and talk to you
As long as they make me.
But trust me,
when it comes
to letting one of them go…
I have no desire
to ever make progress.
You going to see him tonight?
Yeah.
Tell him I love him.
I will.
Sync, corrected by dr.jackson

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“Blue Bloods” Women with Guns – 2012

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Previously on Blue Bloods:
You’re on your own
once you’re at the location.
Uh, Lieutenant,
so we’re clear,
I’m not committing
to a career undercover.
Hey, I know you, right?
Uh, I don’t think so.
Uh, yeah, yeah, I do.
Noble Sanfino.
Jimmy Riordan.
His father and his uncle
are captains in the Cavazzere
crime family.
Don’t want what you can’t have.
It’s my sister Bianca.
Well, you talk a big game.
Makes me wonder
what you really got.
Johnny Tesla. He’s a made guy
in the Cavazzere family,
and he’s also a real badass.
You need to get a thumb drive
into their system
and download
any transaction activity.
Hey, Riordan, wait up.
I think you got something
that doesn’t belong to you.
♪ ♪
How much did they give
to the foundation?
Low six figures.
I’ll stay for drinks.
The daily briefing
has you staying for dinner.
But you’re going to pull me out
at 8:30 with a crisis.
I am?
What if you’re having
a good time and want to stay?
Then we need to come up
with a code word for that.
Goodwin.
Tom Goodwin, the ballplayer?
No, Doris Kearns Goodwin,
the writer.
She won a Pulitzer.
The only way I am staying
through one of these dinners
is if I’m seated next to
Doris Kearns Goodwin.
I’ll talk to you at 8:30.
Jimmy Riordan. Who’s this?
Jimmy, it’s Bianca.
Bianca?
Sanfino.
I know.
I need to see you.
Look, Bianca, I told you,
I can’t be getting into anything
else with you, okay?
They killed Johnny Tesla.
Who did?
No, no, not on the phone.
You gotta come up.
I can’t get anywhere
for a couple hours at least.
I’m at the Winslet in Tribeca,
room 1202.
Don’t tell anyone I’m here.
Lieutenant Arbogast.
Frank.
Joan.
You made it.
Wouldn’t miss it.
Thanks again for your generosity
to the foundation.
Just point me
where you want me.
Well, I’ve seated you
between the Dean of Faculty
at Sarah Lawrence and the
editrix of Allure.
But first…
Joan, would you excuse me.
Just a second.
Mm-hmm.
Frank, you just got there.
Goodwin.
Wow, what are the chances
of that.
Yeah, who would have thought.
I’m sorry.
Where were we?
Well…
There’s Melanie Maines.
Do you watch her?
Oh, I caught a recent piece,
some indignant expose.
Couldn’t walk
straight for days.
What do you mean?
Kept leaning to the left.
Oh, Frank, you’re terrible.
Melanie.
Meet our police commissioner,
Frank Reagan.
Frank.
Call me Commissioner.
You behave.
You’re in town but
I didn’t get the memo.
I’m just here for a minute.
Maybe you got a steady fella?
Oh, I can’t get
anything past you, can I?
But that’s not it,
or you would have
sent me one of those
long insomniac e-mails.
May I get you a drink, sir?
Yes, you can get him
a single malt,
neat, in a chilled rocks glass.
Very good.
No, that’s all Bianca said–
“they” killed Johnny Tesla.”
Yeah, we don’t
have that.
We don’t have what?
Anything, a body,
chatter on the wires, nothing.
She say when?
No, just that
they killed him.
Johnny Tesla…
was a made guy
with the Cavazzeres.
The Cavazzeres
and the Sanfinos have had
a peace treaty
for almost, uh, 20 years now.
But if some Sanfino
whacked Johnny Tesla,
boom, there goes
the Treaty of Glen Cove.
Could somebody be trying
to set me up for it?
Why you?
Because I had a beef with him.
Kicked my ass into next year
just a couple months ago.
So you killed him?
Who are you,
Joe Pesci in Goodfellas?
No, but they can make
anything they want out of me.
Jimmy Riordan doesn’t exist,
doesn’t have a job
or a home address.
If they need me
for something,
if they want me for something,
how are they going to find me?
Noble, or his sister.
Exactly. Can you tell me what
the hell is going on here?
So, you’re here on a story?
How’s your family?
All good, thanks.
What’s the story?
You don’t want to know.
Which makes me think
I do want to know.
Can you take the badge off
for the evening?
For starters, it’s
called a shield,
and I don’t wear one,
just a lapel pin.
Can you?
You look great.
Not too shabby yourself.
Everybody, dinner is served.
You hungry,
Commissioner?
All right.
Okay.
We’re gonna have a
ghost in the lobby
and another one on her floor,
posing as maintenance,
to make sure it’s
just her in the room.
Stop by tech
on your way out,
they’ll switch your undercover
phone over to a transmitter.
Like, wire me?
No wires, just a cell phone
they can program to your number
and can keep tabs on you
and record what she says.
Get her to tell you
who killed Johnny Tesla,
find out who “they” is.
Look, when I got the files from
their boiler room operation,
I thought you had
enough to nail ‘em.
For racketeering, maybe.
But If we can tie
Phil Sanfino to a murder,
that’s not icing,
that’s the cake.
You good with this?
Walk on the beach.
How’d you ditch
your detail?
That’s confidential
police business.
Morse code with
the window blinds?
Boy, you’re good.
Oh, are we actually alone?
That is a question
that requires a nightcap
before I even consider
an answer.
Done.
There’s a newspaper stand
on 77th Street.
You want to go up, get us
the papers for the morning?
Yes, ma’am.
Frank?
Yeah?
It’s room
305.
I’ll be there.
Frank?!
What?!
The Times
and the Post.
You got it.
Stop! Police!
Get this off!
You all right?
I don’t know!
Original Air Date on March 2, 2012
Checking in, sir?
No, just visiting.
Cheers.
Bianca, it’s Jimmy.
What took you so long?
What’s with the gun?
I got some
trust issues right now.
Well, give it to me
or I’m out of here.
Give it.
There.
Now close the damn door.
We were at my cousin Daniella’s
new kid’s christening…
You and Tesla?
Yeah, me and Tesla.
You want a cocktail?
No, I’m good.
Anyway, Johnny and me
are getting
our cars at the same time
and he goes off on me.
Not me really, but
Noble and Uncle Phil.
You know, my side of the family.
Says they accused him
of stealing something
from work
and that he’s innocent.
Stolen like, skimmed?
No, more complicated.
The records or files
or something
from their investments company.
Then what?
Then, Johnny goes even more off.
He starts talking about how
Uncle Phil is a liar
and a thief to his own people
and shouldn’t throw stones
in glass houses.
And I’m like, huh?
So, I go to him.
Uncle Phil?
Yeah.
He goes…
forget about it. Nuts.
Makes me tell him
who said such a thing.
I say, Johnny–
I defend Johnny a little
on account of I known him
my whole life–
Phil goes even more nuts.
I get the hell out of there.
You give Tesla a heads up?
I couldn’t reach him.
Go to his house, nothing.
The car’s there,
the dogs inside,
messing all over,
no Johnny.
What do you want from me here?
You know where they put him.
Put Tesla?
I saw what he did to you,
remember?
Tried to blame whatever he was
doing at the shop on you.
Beat you up for show.
At least that’s what
my Uncle Phil thinks.
Look, I’m not saying
you had a hand in it,
but you know something;
I know you do.
I just want to know…
I had a history with this guy,
like, my whole life.
We had our bumps
along the way but, hey…
I don’t know anything.
I swear it.
I know my brother
and Uncle Phil.
Something went down on Johnny,
they’d have gift-wrapped it
for you, you know,
here’s the payback.
Didn’t happen.
I am an investigative reporter
who specializes in stories
on financial
and political corruption.
I have angered a lot
of people with my work.
I wouldn’t know how
to start ranking them.
You’re working
on a story.
Who would be threatened by
what you’re digging into?
Nobody that would try to scare
me off with acid to my face.
Well, suppose you let me be
the judge of that.
Suppose the subject
of my interview
may or may not be a person
of interest to NYPD.
I don’t know where he is.
He gets in contact
his own way and time.
That would be
what we’d call a pickle.
Who doesn’t want him
to talk to you?
The people that are
the subject
of the piece
I’m doing.
Okay, are they bigger
than a bread box?
Come on, Melanie, help us here.
Detective…
in the safe in the closet
there is a Walther PPK
that I am licensed
to carry in 48 states,
including this one.
I will not leave this hotel
without that gun in my purse
for the rest of my stay.
Wow, case closed.
Oh, Frank.
I’m not trying to be cavalier…
but I am not going
to give up my source.
How about stalkers,
threatening mail?
My producer keeps a file on all
the cranks and the, the creeps.
It’s up to date and he will
give you all of that.
Thanks.
Guys, it is very late.
It’s 5:00 in the morning
where I woke up,
so I’ve had a long night.
You know I can’t stay.
Well, I’ll just take a pill
and try to sleep
for a couple hours.
I’ll call you
when I wake up.
Good night.
This is my cell phone number–
it’s always on.
You got it.
Thanks, Detective.
Drop me home?
Sure.
Sorry to wake you,
thanks for coming down.
No problem.
We see each other
a few times a year,
when she’s in town.
Okay.
We met at a dinner
year before last.
She lives in Atlanta, spends
most of her time on the road.
We both like to keep
the friendship quiet.
This relevant to
the case at all?
No, but I thought
you might have questions.
Right, well, you know
that thing that kids have
about their
parents’ sex lives?
It, uh, kind of never
really goes away, Dad.
Who said anything
about sex?
Right.
Beautiful woman.
Yes, she is.
After you, Romeo.
Please stay.
I don’t want to be alone
tonight.
I can’t.
Why not?
You thought I had something
to do with Tesla disappearing.
So who else might?
Okay, I got to lay low,
and staying here with you
ain’t exactly laying low.
You know, you may
never see me again.
What do you think
about that?
I think you’re being
a little overdramatic.
What the hell do you know?
Bianca, I got to go.
Then give me back my gun.
Give it.
Get some sleep.
Is that it for
tonight, sir?
Yeah, good night.
Cheers.
Yeah, yeah,
it’s Mike from the Winslet.
But most of the
threatening stuff we get
tracks back
to the two demos
with too much TV time
on their hands–
convicts in prison, retirees
in the warmer climates.
Not that we don’t appreciate
their loyal viewership.
All right, what kind
of threats?
Mostly of a sexual nature.
I mean, some of the bigger
wing nuts have suggested
ways they’d like
to see her die,
but it’s hard
to take ‘em seriously,
given their
logistical challenges.
Anyone ever threaten
disfigurement?
Okay, if you were looking
for a headline here…
I’ve flagged five
of these pen pals
whose e-mail correspondence
our security guys
have tracked back
to the New York metro area.
A couple of ‘em had an uptick
in volume the last couple
of weeks– these two.
All right, Murrow, and let’s see
what DoubleWhiskey44 has to say.
You ever hear
of the butterfly effect?
Based on the
theoretical example
of a hurricane’s formation being
contingent upon whether or not
a butterfly had flapped
its wings
several weeks before?
Harvard was closed
the day I dropped by.
Several weeks
after I make off
with files
from the Sanfinos’
phony stock operation,
Johnny Tesla gets blamed for it
and ends up dead.
And you’re what,
sentimental about this?
His blood’s on my hands.
A) we don’t know for
certain that he’s dead,
and B) when he handed
you that beatdown,
you think he
gave it a second thought?
Speak to me.
N… he’s right here.
You got all this
off the wiretaps?
Oh, great, okay.
I’ll let him know.
The sister disappeared from
the hotel soon after you left.
She’s gone
off the grid.
Do we know what happened?
No, we don’t,
but more importantly,
neither does Uncle
Philly or the family,
and, uh… they’re looking
for Jimmy Riordan for answers.
To the tune of 18 missed calls
from Noble.
You want to keep that on?
How do they know
that I was with her?
Somebody knows
the hotel’s doorman
and he gave them
your description.
Riordan.
The Nassau PD just found remains
matching Tesla’s description
in a Dumpster
in back of a restaurant
in Great Neck.
My friend’s here, I got to go.
Hey, Noble.
What did I tell you, huh?
What did I tell you?
Who died and
made you Dad?
Look, I said you want
to make a move,
you check with me first.
I’m the guy
with the map, right?
Look, come here, man.
You’re wasted, man.
I thought you weren’t
using anymore.
I’m not using anymore.
I’m not using any less,
though, either, right?
Come here.
All right.
Where’s Bianca?
I don’t know.
No, no, no, no, no, let’s get
something straight here.
You want to tell me everything
that you know, okay?
You don’t want to cut out
the middleman here–
that would be me–
because…
I’m telling you that I don’t know…
Okay, no, listen.
Because if they don’t like
what I bring them,
they’re going to want
to talk to you directly,
and, trust me here,
you don’t want that.
You know
Uncle Phil?
Yeah, his favorite
expression–
let’s peel back the onion.
I don’t know where
she is, Noble.
Okay, but you saw her
last night, right?
Yeah.
Okay, so let’s start
with who called who.
DoubleWhiskey44 is a wash.
We traced the other e-mail
to an IP address here. Jack?
Do you know, uh,
your patrons’ screen names?
I know some of ‘em.
Uh, that’s
Surfer Grrrl.
Uh, that’s Nevermind.
Yeah, well, we’re looking
for an Edward R. Murrow.
I don’t want to tell
you your business,
but that could be
somebody’s like, real name.
It was somebody’s real name–
famous news correspondent,
black and white TV,
always had a cigarette?
That sounds like what
Smiles has for wallpaper.
Who’s Smiles?
His name’s Miles.
We call him Smiles
’cause he never does.
He’s usually in that
corner over there
or out having
a smoke.
Wait a minute.
Is that him outside
having a smoke now?
Yeah.
Well, he left his computer.
Keep an eye on him, Jack.
What do you know?
Edward R. Murrow.
Oh, look at that.
Hey, hey, get away from there.
Sir, uh, we’re
detectives.
We just want to ask
you some questions.
I’ve got a question
for you, Detective.
You got a warrant
to search my computer?
I wasn’t searching your
computer; it was open.
People, anybody see
this cop on my computer?
Do you mind?
I’m on a deadline.
If it had been open
to an e-mail or a document,
I’d have no expectation
of privacy under the law,
but it wasn’t.
I know my rights,
Detective.
Melanie Maines says hello.
That’s your second lie
in two sentences.
Sir, sir, we just
want to talk to you.
Detective, do you want
to tell your partner there
he’s out of bounds?
Listen, listen, why don’t you
let me buy you a pack of smokes
and we’ll, we’ll start
from scratch, all right?
No, no, I know my rights.
Come on.
I’m walking
and you can’t stop me.
Okay, Danny, the last thing
your father’s going to want
is for you to go
off book on this.
I mean, he knows
his rights.
I know.
I hate when
that happens.
Whoa, whoa, I say
when we’re finished here.
No, as it turns out,
you don’t, Noble.
You’ve given me nothing here.
I’ve give… What the hell
am I supposed to give you?
Where’s Tesla?
What happened?
Who cares where he is?
Him and I had a beef, okay?
People know about it,
he’s missing,
I want to know what’s what.
What you don’t know
can’t hurt you.
Hey, I’m freezing my ass off out here
and I’ve told you everything.
I’ll see you.
Yeah, except where my sister is.
Get it through your thick
head– I don’t know!
Okay, then, prove it.
Let me see your phone.
Yeah.
Man, let me see your phone,
let me see who you called.
Here, come on, man,
give it to me, dude.
Get the…
You need help, man,
but I’m not your guy,
not this time.
You’re the one who’s going
to need help, Jimmy!
Hey, don’t you turn
your back on me, man!
Shut the front door!
No, it’s true.
I guess it’s been going on
for a couple of years now.
Apparently, she comes to town
and they…
Melanie Maines, the reporter?
Yeah, that’s the one.
Who else knows about this?
You, me, Linda, uh, Jackie.
That’s all,
as far as I could tell.
Yeah, Dad.
Okay, well, good for him.
Yeah, good for him.
But it’d be even better
if you gave that warrant
that I asked for
so I could try to get
some traction on Miles Drexler.
Well, with what
you have in hand, no.
I know. But, look,
you’ve got to have at least
one favor that you can call in.
For Dad.
You think it’s serious?
Somebody threw acid on her face;
it’s got to be serious.
Hi. It’s Erin Reagan
for Judge Higdon, please.
That’s not what
I’m talking about.
I know what
you’re talking about.
You have a issue with this?
I don’t have an issue
with it. It…
You’re blushing!
I’m not blushing!
Yes, I’ll hold.
Thank you.
I can’t believe you’re blushing.
Over here, Jack.
This guy can even make seashells
look creepy.
Look at this.
Well, the bedroom’s
right out of, uh,
Better Homes and Bunkers.
I can imagine.
Let’s see what we got here.
Well…
looks like somebody’s definitely
been working with acid.
Police!
Don’t move!
Whoa, okay, it’s all right,
we’re on the job.
I’m Detective Reagan;
this is Detective Curatola.
We have a warrant to
search this location right
here in my coat pocket.
Show me your shield.
What are you doing here?
Hey, Smiles!
You know, we went out and got
that warrant that you requested.
What are you looking for?
All right, time to
see your shield.
Officer Mercado, the 2-1.
Miles?
Miles.
AKA Edward R. Murrow.
He’s been sending
threatening e-mails
to somebody who was attacked
with acid last night.
I never threatened her.
And I haven’t written
her in months.
Shut up. Miles.
What time last night?
Ten-thirty.
He was with me,
right here.
So you say.
Not just me– he got on one
of his call-in radio shows.
Th… Which one again?
Shawn Liberty. WBZM.
I did a full five
minutes with Shawn
about the Freedom
of Information Act.
Could’ve called
from a mobile phone.
But he did it
from the landline.
Dump his phone; check
with the station.
The show is live.
You’re detectives.
Go. Detect.
I hear you, Danny.
Let me know if
their story holds up.
Be in touch.
Sir, Melanie Maines is here.
Show her in.
Do you want Garrett to join?
Show her in, Baker.
Ms. Maines.
Commissioner.
Please sit down.
Thank you.
Thank you, Baker.
I don’t have a lot of time,
but I didn’t want
to do this over the phone.
Shall I dim the lights?
Ha-ha.
Call your men off.
They’re for your protection.
They are also
for your surveillance.
I told you I wouldn’t
interfere with your business.
People who are any good
at evading the law develop
a sense of when
the law is around.
You will be interfering
with my business.
You were attacked, and your
attacker is still at large.
I have a gun;
I know how to use it.
I can’t do what you’re asking.
I swear I will not
get there first or during
if the opportunity presents.
Excuse me.
Yeah?
Ah. One second.
Um, hold on
a second.
Go ahead.
Got it.
Don’t ask.
I won’t.
I got to go.
Look at me.
If you got hurt
on my watch in my city,
I’d never forgive myself.
I won’t. But even if I did,
it wouldn’t be your fault.
That wouldn’t matter.
I’m a big girl, Frank.
It’s why you like me.
So treat me like one.
Hey, don’t you turn
your back on me, man!
Sound quality’s
amazing, isn’t it?
You know, they
got this new chip
they put in there,
it’s, like, the size of…
I want out.
You want out?
Tesla’s dead because of me.
It’s collateral damage.
I didn’t sign up to
get people killed here.
You know…
if you were anyone else,
I’d tell you to quit bitching.
But you’re not–
you’re the PC’s son.
So if you want to play
that card, go ahead.
I’m not playing a card here!
Oh, I know–
not just like that, but…
we both know what
we’re talking about.
What do you want from me!
Well, my Uncle Phil wants
to talk to you himself,
and you’re coming in either way,
so make it easy on yourself–
let me bring you in.
I told you everything
I know, Noble.
I’ll meet you in
the same place in an hour.
Please pardon
the typing, Detective.
Bane of my existence.
It’s fine.
We checked out all
metro area threats.
One of them popped,
but he had a solid alibi.
He’s not our guy.
Back to square one?
Not exactly.
The thing is,
the guy that popped,
this-this Murrow,
he… he’s very
likeable for this.
The problem is, it seems like
he’s so likeable for it,
like somebody else knew
how likeable he was for it.
Maybe someone
set him up.
Somebody inside the network?
How many people have access
to the security profiles?
Counting the overseas bureau,
probably a couple dozen.
All right, look, that’s a lot
of people in a lot of places.
You think you can
narrow it down for me?
Well, you were her gatekeeper
for what, nine years?
Yeah.
Okay, is there anyone
in the orbits of work who
might’ve had it in
for Ms. Maines?
Look…
I’m the exception.
Now, we’ve had
a mutually beneficial
and friendly relationship
ever since I came on with her.
But there is
a long list of people
she’s fired,
had fired, dumped on,
pissed off.
I can get you that list,
no problem.
But right now
I have a meeting that
won’t start without me.
I’m on a cell phone
if you need me.
All right.
I’ll be in touch.
Thanks.
Make sure you
get me that list.
You got it.
Come on. Get in.
Where we going?
We’re going to meet my
uncle; I told you that.
Get in.
No. Where?
What the hell does it matter?
‘Cause I don’t get
what’s going on here.
‘Cause I want to know
where we’re going
to see if you’re capable
of stating a true fact.
His club in Brooklyn.
Look, just humor me.
All right? Let’s say
I wanted to send e-mails
looked like they came
from one of your
customer’s laptops.
Okay.
Okay, how hard
would it be to hack into
one of their accounts
in here from out there?
20 bucks’ worth of spy-ware–
not hard at all.
20 bucks?
I run a hot-spot cafe,
not the Pentagon.
What’s all
this about?
Hold on.
Yeah, Jack?
They’re picking up a suspect
in the attack on Melanie Maines.
They got him off the
security camera at a sub shop
on Lexington half hour before.
Yeah, he fits the description,
and he’s carrying
the same container
that contained the acid.
Where at?
His girlfriend’s apartment.
It’s, uh, 402 Humboldt
in Greenpoint.
Okay. You ask ‘em
to wait for me.
Yeah.
Questions about what?
My sister,
for starters.
I told you…
I think that
they think that you’re giving
off some sort of a cop scent.
What the hell
is that supposed to mean?
What are you hiding, man?
Last chance.
I’m not hiding anything.
Are there cops
watching you for something?
You know, ’cause the doorman at
the hotel where you met Bianca,
he seemed to think
that there were cops there
and that they
were watching you.
Whoa!
Well, you’re wound pretty tight
for a guy without a secret.
Why don’t you just
shut up and drive, man.
Whoa. Oh, hold on,
hold on.
Yeah, Detectives,
can I borrow him just
for a second, okay?
Have you read him his rights?
All right.
Who hired you?
Who said I’m for hire, man?
Come on, I know you didn’t
plan this thing on your own.
Who hired you?
Nobody hired me.
Last shot
I cut you a break.
Who hired you?
Okay, okay.
Okay.
Who hired you?
All right.
She did a story on the TV
about my whole crew, all right?
Made us look like a
bunch of little girls.
That guy was, like,
her bitch, you know?
Who are you talking about,
Craig Iverson?
Her producer?
Yeah, him.
And what break?
Come on.
What break, man?
You’ll get your break. Shut up.
Dad, it’s me.
Look, it was Iverson.
Do you have a positive I.D.?
No, not face to face– they’re
just bringing Alvarez down
for processing now,
but, look, he did give up
that they knew each other,
because Melanie did a piece
with this guy’s crew in it.
And how the hell
did that happen?
Hold on a minute.
Boss, our guys lost Ms. Maines.
They went into a Starbucks
on 86th,
then they must
have gone out the back and had
another car waiting for them.
Danny, we don’t have them
in sight right now.
I’ll get back to you.
I know where she is.
Ah, shoot.
What?
That’s the place up ahead,
and that is Bobby’s Escalade
out front.
What’s that mean?
Bobby’s only there
when Phil wants to conduct
the conversation someplace else.
What the hell
are you talking about?
You know, so he can peel
back the onion?
So nobody can hear.
Just keep driving then.
No, no can do.
Look, you just…
you just stay cool.
I’ll handle this, all right?
I thought you
already handled it, Noble,
that you were
bringing me in safe.
Just shut up, okay?
Just stay cool,
all right?
Thank you, Noble.
I got it from here,
just go inside.
Look, you asked me to bring
him in, you didn’t say anything
about Bobby being here.
I certainly didn’t
say anything about you telling
me my business, Noble.
Phil, let’s just talk
to him inside, okay?
What the hell’s going on–
first your sister and now you?
If I want your opinion,
I’ll ask you for it.
Now get inside and wait.
Come on, get him out of the car.
All right, look,
all right, all right, all right.
I got some things to say,
but not like. Not like this.
Let’s go.
Whoa, whoa.
Come on.
Wait a second,
just wait a second.
Jimmy, it’s okay,
just-just be straight
with them, all right?
Hold on.
What part of this is okay, huh?
Just give me a… wait a second.
Just give me a second.
Why don’t you sober up
and be useful again?
Just give me a second.
Oh, that’s great.
James Riordan,
you’re wanted for
questioning in the murder
of one Johnny Tesla;
you want to come with us?
No, I don’t want to come with you.
You’re coming with us.
Hey, I don’t know anything
about this.
Hey, you want to add
resisting arrest to this?
Okay, easy. Easy.
I get a lawyer?
Do I get a lawyer?
Yeah, you get a lawyer.
You set me up?
Answer me!
Of course not.
Mr. Riordan, you have
the right to remain silent
and to refuse to
answer questions.
Anything you say may
be used against you
in a court of law.
I am here alone
with my producer.
And my only agenda is
to get his side
of the story.
Oh, I’ll call you back.
Detective?
Damn it!
You tell your father…
I apologize, Ms. Maines.
What the hell
is going on here?
Craig Iverson,
you’re under arrest
for attempted assault
in the first degree.
What?!
You have the right
to remain silent,
anything you say…
Craig, what the hell is this?
What? Why?
What is this?
You were gonna fire me.
For what, getting older?
You hacked into my e-mail?
Just use me up
and then toss me aside
when you’re done?
So you toss acid in my face?
That was just a warning.
You can’t treat people
like this!
I treated you just fine,
and you know it.
Age has nothing to do with it.
You’re just sloppy
and arrogant
in your work.
Come on.
Craig, you’re so sloppy,
you can’t even get
your revenge right.
Anything you say may
be used against you…
I want to talk to a lawyer.
How many times have we laughed
when the guy on the tape
copped to that?
You’re a son of a bitch,
you know that?
You’re a son of a bitch.
Come on, come on.
Trust me, you’ll
thank me later.
Look, he’s going down to the
squad for processing, all right?
My old man’s close by.
He said if you need
a ride back into town,
he’ll be happy
to give you a lift.
Thank you.
You’re welcome.
Nothing on the wiretaps
that they knew where Bianca is.
I’ve got a couple of men
looking into it from our side.
They’d really off
one of their own?
Johnny Tesla
was one of their own.
At any rate,
Jimmy Riordan’s retired for now.
We got what we need on
the Sanfinos and the Cavazzeres.
All that’s left is a roundup,
thanks to your good work,
Reagan.
Look, when I said I wanted out,
it was just the nerves talking.
Just the nerves?
I’ve never been responsible
for somebody’s death before.
It sucks, don’t it?
I’ll get over it.
No, you probably won’t.
That’s a good thing, too,
because if it didn’t eat
at you just a little bit,
you wouldn’t be
one of the good guys.
You’d be more like one of them.
Anybody handles themselves in a
situation the way you just did,
keeps his mouth shut
and his jockeys clean,
we need that guy.
Thank you.
Oh, hey.
I was this close
to making a clean getaway.
What’s in the box?
It’s a parting gift.
You lost that interview
partly ’cause of me.
I didn’t want you
to leave town empty-handed.
It’s me that should have
gotten you something.
You don’t have to open it now.
I want to open it right now.
Okay.
If you’re going to carry,
you need a proper holster.
That piece in the purse thing
is for amateurs in old movies.
I never thought I would
say this about a holster,
but it’s kind of beautiful.
It’s French calfskin
and conformed to fit
your Walther perfectly.
I know a guy.
Of course you know a guy.
It’s made to be worn
on the inside of your thigh.
Thank you.
You’re welcome.
So, you got to go?
I’ve got church
and Sunday dinner.
Better go to
confession first.
Where are you headed?
Anguilla.
It’s a little island
in the British West Indies.
Three days of white sand
and blue water.
You want to come with?
Some day.
No pressure.
No regrets.
Keep telling it
like it is, baby.
I’ll see you, Frank.
♪ Ba-ba-ba ♪
♪ Bum-ba-bum-bum-bum. ♪
You sang loud in
church today, Grandpa.
– Did I?
– Yeah.
And you bent the phrasing like
you were channeling Sinatra.
Wasn’t on purpose.
Ring-a-ding-ding.
Grandpa had very good sleep
last night.
Woke up a new man.
Full of vim and vigor.
Now, boys,
to make a proper
Irish coffee, the last step
is crucial,
so pay attention to this.
You have to ladle the cream
over the back of the spoon,
so it doesn’t just plop in
and muddy the coffee
and the whiskey.
Thank you.
Pass the virgins down.
Would you like them
one at a time or all at once?
Well, you walked
right into that one.
Am I missing something?

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Tooth Fairy 2 – 2012

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Hey, what’re we doing here?
They’re giving that car away?
That thing’s sweet.
Janie’s birthday party
starts in 10 minutes.
I know, but this’ll just
take a couple of seconds.
– Larry.
– Oh, come on, it’ll be awesome.
Hey, I’ll meet you up
at the raffle table.
Larry.
It’s hard to believe,
but you’re even more
beautiful when you’re angry.
– Hello, Brooke.
Hello, Beauregard.
Nice to find you here.
My family’s auto dealership
is sponsoring this raffle.
You know, we’re giving
away a pretty nice car.
Hank, come on.
– Hurry up, Ernie.
– Go in.
Would you mind putting these in, dear?
Thanks.
Good luck, lady.
I cannot believe you’re
still with Larry Guthrie.
Yep, but if he doesn’t drive me
to my niece’s birthday party
in the next
two minutes,
– all bets are off.
– Really?
– Hey, do you mind if.. Oh.
– Back off.
Why don’t you give me a call
if you need a car or…
Or anything else.
– Thanks.
– Yeah.
Welcome, everybody.
Who wants to win a car?
Dude, the dream car of all cars.
Let’s find out
– who that lucky bowler is going to be.
– Us!
Please.
Our lucky bowler is…
Larry Guthrie!
– All right, Larry! Yeah!
– You gotta be kidding me!
High-five mine! High-five mine!
Peanut butter! Peanut butter!
Honey, how cool is this?
It’s like winning an Oscar.
You promised me you would
go to Janie’s party.
But she’s one year old.
She ain’t gonna know I’m there.
It’s not about the party, it’s
about you keeping your promises.
If there’s one thing that little kid’ll like,
it’d be knowing I won that muscle car.
You just don’t get it, do you?
Ladies and gentlemen, let’s
hear it for Larry Guthrie.
Honey. Honey, come on.
Hey, baby, it is a Camaro.
Let’s bowl.
All Larry has to do is make
the famed 7-10 split.
Can he do it?
Let’s see what you got.
You still have two chances left.
Larry, that was so, so close.
But, hey, no pressure at all.
You still have one chance left.
He’s way too tight.
We’ve got to calm him down.
Time out.
I need some nachos, pronto!
– Chow down, buddy.
– Munch them down. Go, boy!
– You feel good? Yeah
Larry, hey, hey, hey, we don’t
have all day, all right?
That’s what I needed. Nachos.
It’s like a B12 shot.
– Go for it, Larry! Go!
– Let’s do this!
I got it! Yeah, yeah, I got it!
Now I’m good. Now I’m ready.
All right, Brooke.
This one’s for you.
Hey, why don’t you stop
fiddling with your own car,
come over here and try and
work on somebody else’s?
All right, I’m coming.
For Pete’s sake, you guys.
All right, now try it.
Who’s the man?
Hey, let me see
that sports page.
He’s gonna find out
sooner or later.
Find out what?
Hank, I tell you what, you
are a bad poker player.
I thought it…
You guys broke up
over a year ago.
What, you thought she was
never gonna move on?
Thought she was just
playing hard to get.
I thought she was
just being smart.
That’s enough.
Larry, why don’t you
channel that anger
into repairing a car instead
of doing something stupid?
Stupid ain’t in my vocabulary.
Perfect.
You’re marrying
Beauregard Billings?
– Beauregard Billings, seriously?
– Just wait one second, okay?
– You’re marrying Beauregard?
– Ms. Miller, I found my sketch pad!
– Good.
– Not now, kid. I’m not signing autographs.
Still humble as ever.
She wants an autograph.
Sydney, do you have any
idea who this man is?
The janitor?
The janitor. I’m Larry Guthrie,
the bowling champion
Metro County Miracle.
Doesn’t really ring a bell.
Boy, what’re they teaching kids nowadays?
Obviously not about me.
Sydney, why don’t you draw me a
really pretty picture, okay?
I need to have a word
with the janitor.
Beauregard Billings.
– He goes by Bo now.
– “Goes by Bo now.“.
He’s running for mayor, so
he changes his name to Bo?
He hasn’t worked an honest day in his life.
Unbelievable.
People change, Larry.
Just because you never grew up
doesn’t mean other people can’t.
Why do I wanna grow up?
I’m the Metro Lanes’ Miracle Man.
I’m awesome.
You slipped on nacho
cheese and got lucky.
All right, I’m 50% awesome.
But I’m still 1,000 times more
awesome than Beauregard Billings.
I don’t want awesome,
I want an adult.
Somebody who is ready for the
responsibility of a family.
And I waited along time for
you to become that person,
and you didn’t.
– Well, I was gonna…
Oh, boy.
Who wants a Bo Billings Frisbee?
Here you go.
Remember, vote for Bo Billings.
– Who wants a stress ball?
– I do!
– Stress ball! There they are!
– Me! Me! Me!
Now remember to tell your parents
to vote for Bo Billings, all right?
Well, if it isn’t Larry Guthrie.
Hey, save your stress ball on me there, Billings.
I’m voting for the other guy.
Hey, beautiful.
– Hi.
– Hi.
I gotta go, Larry.
It was nice seeing you.
– Yeah.
– Bye.
All right, I’ll see you later.
All the people in Ocala
she could go out with,
and she goes out
with that goofball.
He’s a fraud, is what he is.
There he is.
Come on, you guys. Shh!
Oh, Ashton!
Whoa!
Real funny, guys.
Hey, hold on. Hold on a sec.
– You wanna make a quick five bucks?
– Sure.
Okay, honey, be
completely honest.
Which one do you like better,
this one or this one?
Wow, they’re both so similar.
Well, I mean, I am photogenic, sweetie.
I understand.
– Yeah.
– But, really, try to pick the best one.
– Come on.
– Hey, mister.
Look, I made this for
the tooth fairy.
Yeah, that’s pretty good, kid.
– Perfect, I’ll use them both.
– Fire!
Done. Oh!
Hey, what’re you guys doing?
What’s that about
the tooth fairy?
Oh, I have a loose tooth. See?
Oh, that’s awesome. That’s good.
No, no, the shirt’s fine, sweetie.
Look at the face.
So, I made this for her.
That’s good, kid. That’s cool.
Wow, and you know what?
You’re gonna have to take this one, too, so…
– But, you know what, sweetie…
– I wanna be an artist when I grow up.
Well, you ought to stay a
kid as long as you can.
You don’t wanna grow up any
sooner than you have to.
– Why?
– Well…
So sorry.
Let me just dry you off real fast.
– Growing up stinks.
– Why?
‘Cause things don’t always turn
out the way you’d planned it.
True love is a fairy tale,
just like the tooth…
Uh…
No, no.
No, there is a tooth… Listen.
Hey, did you hear that story
about the tooth fairy?
Once upon a time, there was
this little tooth fairy…
– No, kid! Where’re you going?
– I’m telling on you!
Hey, kid, hey.
Get back. Kid! Kid!
– Ms. Miller, Ms. Miller!
Def-Con 4! Def-Con 4!
Hold on, kid. Let me borrow you.
What are you doing, dude?
A little game called
“saving my butt.“.
– Honey, what’s wrong?
That man told me something
bad about the tooth fairy.
All right.
Wait, come here. What is this?
What…
Oh, honey, no, come here.
Come here.
Dreams come true!
Dreams come true!
Dreams come true!
Greatest day in my life.
Greatest day in my
life, right there.
I’m Bo Billings, and we ‘re
gonna make it happen.
– You, me, all of us.
– Oh, please.
– We ‘re in it together.
– Billings.
Mmm-mmm.
You know what happens if
you eat too much chicken.
You turn into a chicken.
I’m pretty sure that
ain’t gonna happen.
Mmm-mmm. It’s a scientific fact.
Haven’t you ever heard the
expression, “You are what you eat“?
You’re just trying to get
that last chicken wing.
How dare you.
All right, well, there’s
only one way to settle this.
– Yeah, a barbecue sauce mustache contest.
One, two, three, go!
Nothing beats a Tom Selleck.
Dadgummit.
– Unless you’re Rollie Fingers. Well played.
– Mmm-hmm.
Thank you. It is a close call.
Maybe we should put our
mustaches together
and see what happens?
Gotta tell you, I
kind of like that.
You know what, Brooke?
I’m about to stop you from
making the biggest mistake
of your entire life.
Huh! It’s a piece of paper.
“Department of Dissemination
of Disbelief.“.
What does that mean?
Cheese and crackers,
she was right.
I’m a chicken! I’m a chicken!
Mr. Guthrie, my name is Nyx.
Do you know why you’re here?
Well, because I ate too much chicken
and you turned me into a chicken.
Great, another genius.
For sure I thought
I was a chicken.
This is just a dream.
This isn’t a dream, Mr. Guthrie.
Well, then it’s a
chicken-induced hallucination.
Believe me, I’ve OD’d
on enough chicken
to know what I’m talking
about there, little girl.
“Little girl?“
I am Nyxaviera Wiz.
Do you know who I am?
I am the 113-time, yes, the
highest score in Fairyland,
Tooth Fairy of the Year.
I was making Tooth
Fairy All-Star teams
before Columbus
discovered America.
All right, well, chill out, kid.
Jiminy Christmas! Lay off the caffeine.
No, I’m not just some little girl,
and all of Fairyland knows that.
I’m a tooth fairy legend!
And now I’m a case worker.
Your case worker.
Look, maybe we got off
on the wrong foot,
but I’m begging you, please turn
me back to the way I was before.
Please, I promise I’ll lay off the chicken.
Done with it.
No more fried chicken,
baked chicken,
breasted chicken, chicken pot pie.
Done.
Nuggets, fingers,
tenders, tacos,
delicious, by the way, hot
dish, chicken-in-a-biscuit.
Did I say nuggets?
‘Cause they’re delicious.
General Cho’s, or Chow, I don’t know how you say it.
I always say General Cho.
I won’t eat that.
Chicken sammiches,
chicken chow mein.
Chicken wings, obviously.
Hot, mild, teriyaki,
barbecue, honey mustard.
Chicken and dumplings.
Boy, who am I kidding?
I love chicken!
Enough! Now sit.
Read this.
What’s this?
Welcome, disseminator
of disbelief.
You didn’t think tooth
fairies were real, did you?
Well, you’re wrong.
And now, you’re one of us.
When a child loses a tooth and puts
it under their pillow at night,
a tooth fairy comes to
collect that tooth.
But tooth fairies only
collect teeth from children
who believe in the tooth fairy,
because a tiny bit of that belief
lives within every child’s tooth.
That’s the magic that
fuels Fairyland.
Thanks to you, a young
boy no longer believes.
You have broken fairy law.
– As punishment,
you must temporarily
serve as a tooth fairy.
Your sentence is to collect
10 teeth in 10 days
from children in your region,
Metro County, Florida.
Whenever a tooth
collection comes up,
you will automatically
transform into a tooth fairy.
No ifs, ands, or buts.
Good luck. You’ll need it.
And what if I don’t do it?
I’m taking away
your best memory.
The Metro County Miracle.
You mean to tell me you’d
erase the Metro County…
Can and will.
What’s that?
All temps get a ration
of sleeping powder.
Use this to get past pesky
cats and guard dogs.
Sleeping powder.
Boy, it don’t smell very good.
Gosh, you dunderhead.
What happened?
Sleeping powder.
If you ever get
caught, use this.
Amnesia powder.
If someone sees you as the tooth fairy,
just dust them with a little bit of this
and say, “You never saw
the tooth fairy.“.
Now repeat after me.
“You never saw the tooth fairy.“.
For Pete’s sake, I’m not
gonna say something stupid.
All right.
“You never saw the tooth fairy.“.
Now go get some
rest, Mr. Guthrie.
– You start tomorrow.
– Yeah, but if…
Whoa!
Man, that was the worst
dream I ever had.
So real.
I ain’t eating chicken
late any more.
I sure wish that was a dream.
You know what? I still got time to
prove she’s marrying the wrong man.
And that’s exactly
what I’m gonna do.
You wanna what?
I wanna be a part of the
after school program.
I think it’d be fun.
– Larry.
– What?
Most of these kids are
more mature than you are.
Plus, I heard what
you said to Gabe.
That was Bo talking to him.
They were talking about the tooth fairy.
Now, I wasn’t saying that.
All kinds of conversations about it.
That was Bo done that.
You’re not just doing this to try
to prove something to me, are you?
Because it’s way
too late for that.
Come on, Brooke, get over
yourself, seriously?
I mean, not every conversation is about you.
I mean, go ahead.
If you wanna make the biggest mistake
of your life, go right ahead.
But this ain’t about you.
This is about me,
and I love kids.
And I wanna… How you doing?
Look at me. I love you.
– Love you. Love you.
– Uncool, man.
Come on, it looks like
you could use the help.
– Ms. Miller.
– Come on, Brooke.
– Can I use the bathroom?
– Sure, sure. Yeah, honey, you can go for it.
Can you please tell Matthew
to give me back my lunchbox?
– No, Ashton, honey, it’s right over here.
– Ms. Miller, I lost my doll.
– Right where you left it.
– See how busy you are?
– See how busy you are?
– Ms. Miller, this pen is all dried out.
Sweetie, just swap it out
for a red one, okay?
Ms. Miller, can you
help us build this?
Yeah, 10 minutes, okay?
And this guitar is broken.
It needs new batteries.
Play air guitar, man.
See what I’m
talking about?
Come on, Brookie. Brookster.
– I can’t afford to pay you.
– Pay me?
I’m insulted. I’m in!
I had to let my entire staff go, so
that’s the only reason I’m doing this.
– I know.
– Because I’m desperate.
– And I’m in.
– Really desperate.
– I’m in.
– Really desperate.
– Done.
– Like bottom-of-the-barrel desperate.
I’m in.
– All right.
– Sweet.
I am gonna finish planting the
garden with half the kids.
You are in charge
of the other half.
Piece of cake. What do I do?
Arts and crafts?
I mean, arts and crafts, awesome!
I love arts and crafts.
This’ll be sweet.
Love arts and crafts.
Shoot, this ain’t
gonna be that hard.
– Put those down!
– You guys, you got…
Don’t throw that! Don’t…
Put it down! Put it down!
You’re gonna get hurt!
Stop! Don’t do it!
Enough!
Enough!
What’s wrong with everybody?
– We’re bored.
– Yeah!
All right.
Well, hey, I know what we can do.
Let’s go play lawn darts.
Isn’t that dangerous?
Yeah, I guess that would be.
Let’s go hunting.
What, are you crazy?
Yeah, I guess there
ain’t nothing to hunt.
Man, what kind of an after
school program is this?
Hey, wait. I got an idea!
– Let’s have us a genuine snowball fight.
– What?
– What?
– This is Florida. There’s no snow.
– Yeah.
– Ye of little belief.
You ain’t gotta have snow to have a
good old snowball fight in Florida.
You wanna see how?
Well, you just get yourself
some flour and some pantyhose.
Fill it to the brim.
Tie yourself a knot.
Do it 100 more times.
Get some of these fancy
goggles and then…
Let the games begin.
I just want some satisfaction
‘Cause I can get none here.
I need a new main attraction.
One that I could wear.
It’s gonna start a
chain reaction
I need a little imagination.
Shelter from the rain.
– Time for the secret weapon, boys.
– Yeah!
What is going on here?
Brooke, jeez.
What did you do to this place?
You were supposed to be
setting a good example.
Brooke, we were just
having some fun.
This is exactly the kind of
thing that I was worried about.
You are not ready for this
kind of responsibility.
You’re not ready for any
kind of responsibility.
Brooke,
you look ridiculous.
Listen, we were just trying to bond.
I was having fun with the kids.
I’m ready for responsibility.
Give me another chance.
Just one more chance.
One more chance.
But you pull another stunt
like this, and you are done.
– I won’t do it.
– Now clean up this mess!
I will get it cleaned up.
Thank you.
Hey, which one of you kids wanna
help me clean up in here?
See you!
Come on, Snappers!
Come on, let’s get
to the first down.
– Let’s get to the first down!
– Come on now, let’s go!
Thirty! 20! 10! He’s got it.
Touchdown.
I didn’t even have
chicken today.
– What?
– Nothing. I’ll be right back.
Hey, grab some more soda!
No way.
This has to be a dream.
Wake up, wake up.
Okay.
This is gonna hurt, but
I gotta wake up. Okay.
Oh, man.
Guess I am a tooth fairy.
So, did they score a touchdown?
Larry, why’re you dressed
like a ballerina?
That is a good question.
That is a fine question.
And I’m gonna tell you why.
‘Cause I’m in a play.
I’m in The Nutcracker.
Matter of fact, I
am the nutcracker.
The Nutcracker?
Dadgum right.
Check this out, ye of non-belief.
Pretty good, huh?
You have lost your
ever-loving mind.
Uh-huh.
I normally don’t dance
good without my resin.
You will forget there was
ever a tooth fairy here.
And while you’re at it, Ernie,
you’ll forget that I
owe you 20 bucks.
Now let’s see what
address I gotta go to.
Oh, boy.
“Sydney Wilder, Walnut Street.“.
Let’s go get some teeth.
Nice dog. Shh! Nice.
Stay back, I’m the tooth fairy.
I command you.
Do not… Do not eat me!
Bad dog!
Bad dog!
What the heck is that thing?
What?
You’re just a little pig.
I ain’t scared of no pig.
I’ll tell you what, I’d eat more pork.
It just lays on me. It just lays on me.
Come on. Hey, look, keep it down.
Would you keep it…
For Pete’s sake, out of
all the kids in Ocala,
I gotta get one
with a guard pig.
– Crusher.
– What’s going on out here, boy?
Put a cork in it. The game’s on.
Awesome.
A little sleeping dust and a moon pie.
Ultimate weapon.
Good night.
I cannot
believe what I am seeing.
This is college football
at its finest, folks.
Go, go, go!
Come on. Come on, Snappers!
– Quiet. You’ll wake Sydney.
– Shh!
Holy cow, I cannot believe the
comeback that I am witnessing, folks.
– You do not want to take…
– Oh! Yes!
Come on. Come on, Snappers!
Go, Snappers?
Call 911! Call 911!
Hold on, I can explain.
Wait.
Aren’t you that bowling guy?
If you mean the Metro
County Miracle Man,
guilty as charged.
What are you doing in our house
dressed like that?
That is a dadgum good question.
I’m not a ballerina,
I’ll tell you that much.
Wait a minute. You’re one of them
singing telegram guys, aren’t you?
That’s right. That’s what I am.
A singing telegram fella.
Uh, but I don’t sing
good without my resin.
Let me get my resin out.
Oh, boy.
Oh, God. You gotta…
Jingle bells, jingle
bells Jingle all the way.
How come we’re always
passing the ball…
When we could easily
run the next play?
How come we do it?
Don’t under…
Mine eyes have seen the
glory of the coming…
Please leave our house.
Good idea.
Jeez, what’re you doing in here?
Pink? What’re you doing?
My bowling ball!
It looks prettier that way.
What is wrong with you?
You’re not a tooth fairy,
you’re a psycho.
No, not my bass!
Man, that’s the biggest bass I’ve
ever had that didn’t need batteries.
That’s my Metro Miracle
bowling trophy.
Now you’ve gone too far.
This morning, Sydney Wilder
looked under her pillow and found
her tooth was still there.
And if that little
girl stops believing,
I’m taking away
your best memory.
Or even worse.
Have I made myself clear?
Uh, yes, ma’am.
Thank goodness that’s over with.
Oh, come on.
Stinking tooth fairy.
What am I, Lady Gaga?
It’s the snack horn, kids!
Who wants a juice box?
Here’s an apple.
You look like an apple.
Brooke, you want a fruit punch?
No, I’m good. Thanks, Larry.
Did you bring all this?
You’re darn right I did.
That’s the magic I bring to the table.
I’m impressed.
– Well, you need one, you let me know.
– Yeah, I will.
– You want a burrito?
– Later.
All right. Cold juice boxes.
Fruity punches and apples.
Here’s a fruity punch.
You want a juice box?
– Yes, please.
– There it is. You want a juice box?
I want a burrito.
Well, I was kind of saving the burritos for me.
How about a juice box?
I want a burrito.
– Burrito!
– All right.
Simmer down there, hot sauce.
Chill out.
Hey, Sydney, what you drawing?
Is that the tooth fairy?
‘Cause something tells me the tooth fairy
might be giving you a visit tonight.
You don’t believe me, ask Gabe.
Gabe will tell you.
Ain’t that right, Gabe, buddy?
Go ahead, tell her
about the tooth fairy.
Sorry, I don’t believe
in fairy tales any more.
Oh, come on, Gabe. Gabe, Gabe.
Tooth fairy, come on.
Seriously, dude,
we’re not babies.
– Yeah.
– Well, all right.
For your information, you’ll
see I’m telling the truth.
You wait and see.
You just wait and you’ll see…
My burritos!
Five-second rule on the ground.
All right, maybe that one.
That one won’t work.
You like moon pies so much,
here’s a whole
truckload of them.
Yeah!
Get ready
for some of the biggest,
baddest, loudest monster
truck action ever.
This is good.
No, concentrate.
Gotta get that tooth.
Burritos. Dadgummit, I should’ve
never had six of them.
– Did you just hear something?
– Yeah, the…
Go check on Sydney. Go.
What was it? What’s the matter?
I don’t think Sydney should
eat your meatloaf any more.
Dadgum right.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to
the stage, Mr. Larry Guthrie!
They said he couldn’t do it.
There’s no way he’s gonna do it.
But he did. He got the tooth.
He got the tooth nobody thought
he could get, and there it is.
It’s a beautiful
specimen, it is.
It’s you. Hey, check it out.
I got a tooth.
Yes, you collected one tooth.
It took you two days and
all the magic I gave you.
– Yeah, but I…
– Follow me.
Put the tooth under the pillow.
You can at least say please.
That’s pretty cool.
Just do that nine more times and
your sentence will be lifted.
Nine more…
Are you sure there’s even nine
kids that still believe any more?
That’s your problem, not mine.
This story is called “Sydney
and the Really Loud Piglet.“.
Hey, Gabe, you wanna listen
to some of the story?
All right.
So Crusher snapped and
stammered ferociously.
Oh, he was a mean piglet.
The tooth fairy didn’t budge.
She was there to get Sydney’s
tooth, no matter what.
And the tooth fairy leaped over
the fence very gracefully,
right over the fence.
She went like this. She jumped.
And when she jumped
up in the air,
she took her hand and she throwed
out all the magic sleeping dust.
And it hit him in the head.
He was mad.
He was out like a ton of bricks.
Hit the floor.
Tooth fairy story again?
Lame.
Tell me about it.
Well, do you wanna
know what happened?
Ask Sydney.
The tooth fairy took my tooth.
And when I woke up, there
was money under my pillow.
And it smelled like rotten eggs.
Well, for the record,
the tooth fairy said
it smelled like rotten
eggs when she got there.
Who wants the tooth fairy
to come visit their house?
Well, dadgum.
Let’s get them teeth a-wiggling.
Hey, guys, I got an idea.
Follow me.
Where you going?
Hey, no, don’t do that.
Put that down.
That’s not right.
You guys, seriously?
Honestly, you’re doing that?
Come on, now. For Pete’s sake,
would you put those down?
Hey, why don’t you guys set
up for some soccer over here?
I’m gonna go check on Mr. Larry.
Okay, ready.
Whoa, whoa, ladies.
What are you kids doing?
Trying to make some cash
money from the tooth fairy.
Right. Larry?
How was the nature walk?
Shouldn’t you be out there
getting me a tooth, you slacker?
You know, I’m gonna
go get you a tooth,
but there’s a little thing on TV right
now called a fishing tournament,
which I was enjoying immensely.
Larry, for once in your life,
can you stop being a 10-percenter
and try to be a 110-percenter?
What’re you talking about?
I’ve already got the case card right here.
I know what I’m doing tonight.
Hey, you know what? You think I can
have some more amnesia powder?
I’m almost out of it.
Fine.
What is that?
These are “glow of the
firefly“ berries.
They make you light
up like a firefly.
Hence the name.
Can I have some of those,
’cause where I’m going tonight,
it gets really dark at night.
Yes, it
does get dark at night.
Your powers of perception
never cease to amaze me.
But very well, you may
have three firefly berries
and a refill of amnesia powder.
– All right.
– Anything else that you want from me?
Well, yeah, there is.
I been meaning to talk to you about it.
I need to get a new outfit.
Don’t push your luck.
It’s not comfortable, though.
The more comfortable I am,
the more teeth I get.
I see. How about this?
What am I, Captain Cavity?
They’ll laugh me right
out of the house.
Or this?
Seriously?
Is this better?
Yeah, this is good.
I’m gonna come over that
table in about five seconds.
I think it’s you.
Can’t you just give me
something normal to wear?
If I give you overalls, will you stop
bothering me and go get me some teeth?
Tell you what, you
get me overalls,
I’ll bring you a whole
wheelbarrow full of teeth.
But they’re pink.
– Bye.
– Wait a sec…
Boy, you sure do love
pink, don’t you?
What in the world?
Boy, it’s awful dark in there.
Hmm.
I don’t know.
Well, here goes nothing.
Phew! That’s nasty.
Well, guess that was a dud.
What in the world?
What is that? Oh, man.
Oh, boy, I hope that
ain’t permanent.
Funny, real funny.
Some of that fairy
trickery, probably.
What the…
Why, I ought to…
There it is.
Unbelievable.
See you later, Ellie.
– Bye, Larry.
– See you.
What’s up, Gabe? Hey, dude.
How’s that tooth treating you?
Oh, wow.
Now remember, when it falls out, you
need to put that under your pillow.
Why, what’s the point?
Oh, come on, I thought
you’d be over that by now.
Hey, look. You got a pretty
good talent for art, son,
so I went up and I
got you these books.
There’s all kinds of pictures and it
tells you all about the artists in them.
If you read them, I guarantee you,
you’ll be just as good as they are.
These are for me?
Yeah, they’re for you.
Just make sure you take them back to the
library when you’re done with them.
– Thanks.
– Let me see that tooth again.
Oh, man, that’s gross.
You need to get that tooth taken out.
That’s sick.
I’m gonna go feed the rabbits.
Hey, Gabe.
– Dad.
– Hi, pal. You ready to go?
What do you think?
Oh… Uh…
Well, looks… You know I don’t
know anything about art, Gabe.
Hey, let’s go home and play some
football, huh? What d’you say?
All right.
Hey there, little rabbit.
Hey there, little bunny.
I just locked up.
You have all your stuff?
Yes, I’ve
got everything.
I mean, yeah, I
got everything. How you doing?
I’m okay. I just need some
help coming up with ideas,
how to get this place in
better financial shape.
Well, I’ll tell you what.
Why don’t we talk about it later
and we’ll find out if
it’s a date or not?
– It’s not. And I can’t.
I’m busy.
What could be more
important than
talking about fundraising with me
and eating a bucket of chicken?
Our wedding shower.
– Yeah, hi.
– Hi, sweetie.
Say, Larry, since
you’re free tonight,
why don’t you come to
our wedding shower?
You know, Bo, I’d like nothing
more than to go to your shower,
but we’re gonna head
down to Gatorland
and sneak in dressed
like a couple of steaks.
– Good.
– Actually, your mother didn’t
seem very interested in
inviting any of my friends.
Wait a minute, none of your
friends are gonna be there?
– No.
– All right then,
I think I’ll come down there.
– Yeah.
– Wonderful, yeah.
– Okay.
– And, Larry, wear something nice, okay?
– Yeah.
– With sleeves, if you can.
Ladies, I’ve got to
tell you something.
Have you seen Sue
Ellen’s facelift?
I think she should ask her
surgeon for a refund.
Where’s the entertainment?
I’m bored.
– Nana, quiet.
– Ah!
Brooke, honey, there’s
someone I want you to meet.
Sure, sure.
Who are all these people?
– Potential campaign donors. Big smiles.
– Okay.
Hello.
– How are you?
– Hi.
Hi, I would like to introduce you
to my beautiful fiancée, Brooke.
If you all will excuse me.
– Just one moment, dear?
– Sure.
Yeah, sure.
– Hey, there he is.
– Hey, what’s up?
Hey, a shirt with sleeves, and a tie.
Impressive.
Hey, yeah, look at that.
That’s special order, too.
You went all-out, didn’t you?
Yeah, here I got that.
Wrapped it myself.
Yeah, thanks.
Tell you what, this is a pretty
nice little shower right here.
Yeah, a bit nicer than
the chicken wings
and Mountain Dew you’re
used to, huh, Larry?
What’s wrong with Mountain Dew?
I like Mountain Dew.
See, that’s why I wanted
you to come tonight.
I wanted you to see that Brooke
has graduated from her old life.
You know, she’s moved on to
the finer things in life.
Well, you ain’t married yet.
I’ll be right back.
How you doing?
Pardon me. Excuse me.
How are you? Excuse me.
I had the meatloaf. I’m sorry.
– Hey.
– Hey, where’d Larry go?
I don’t know.
He probably went to the kitchen.
Nyx, I know I haven’t been
a very good tooth fairy,
but I promise if you’ll get me
out of this situation right now,
I will be the best tooth
fairy you’ve ever seen.
Seriously, Nyx? Now?
Oh, man, this is
not a good time.
There’s no way that I am
wearing this outfit…
Whoa!
Oops.
This ain’t good.
How’s everybody doing tonight?
Hey, wait.
I thought you were here to support me,
not make a joke of my bridal shower.
I’m not making a…
Look, I am here to support you.
You are here in
support hose, Larry!
I am. Oh!
You ain’t gonna
believe me, but…
I’m a…
Dancer!
Listen up, everybody.
I hired this gentleman
to dance for us.
After all, this is a
bachelorette party, isn’t it?
Now everybody come on,
let’s kick this party into gear.
I think I probably
ought to get going.
– I don’t think…
– Come on, dance.
Go on, dance for us!
Jungle boogie Jungle boogie.
Oh. my…
Jungle boogie Jungle boogie.
Jungle boogie Jungle boogie.
Jungle boogie Jungle boogie.
Take it off!
Come on, Brooke.
– Oh, no.
– You know you want to.
– No. No, no, no, Larry…
– Come on, surrender to the pink.
No. Larry, no!
Jungle boogie Jungle boogie.
Jungle boogie Jungle boogie.
Jungle boogie Jungle boogie.
Get down Get down.
Get down Get down.
Get down Get down
– Shaw’s over, everyone.
It’s time for this clown
to go back to the circus.
Good night!
– Bye, Larry. Thanks for coming.
“Ellie Harris, 442.“.
Upstairs? Oh, man.
What am I, The Rock?
Can’t get up there.
All right, well, that’s
why I got wings.
Let’s see what these
babies can do.
One, two, three.
What the heck good are wings
if we can’t fly with them?
Well…
I just guess I’ll use my
God-given athletic ability.
Hello?
Hey, yeah. Hey, Grandma.
Hog hunting?
I’d love to do it, but I’m
a little busy right now.
Larry?
You’re the tooth fairy?
I’m gonna have to call you back.
Yeah, I’m the tooth…
Who would ever’ve
thought that I’d be…
Amnesia powder.
This is powdered sugar.
Oh, for Pete’s sake. What…
It’s the wrong bag.
I know it’s in here somewhere.
What in the world did I do with it?
There it is.
Larry, can I ask you a question?
Sure, darling. What is it?
Will you make my sister go away?
Will I make your sister…
What’re you talking about?
My baby sister.
Mom and Dad spend all
their attention on her.
They don’t care
about me any more.
Will you use magic
to make her go away?
Hey, I don’t wanna hear
you talk like that.
Your mom and dad still
care about you.
It’s just that your little sister’s little.
You just wait and see.
You and her, you’re
gonna be best friends.
It’s gonna be fun.
But right now, she can’t even talk.
You know what that means?
You can blame a lot of stuff on her.
Trust me.
I’m the tooth fairy.
Okay, thanks, Larry.
You got it, sport.
Oh, hey, remember,
you never saw the tooth fairy.
We’re all set.
Fire it up, Ernie.
– Hey!
– That’s it.
Check it out. That’s awesome.
Hey, Brooke, check it out.
Look at the hand, moves and everything.
We done all that today.
It looks amazing.
– Don’t you like it?
– Yeah.
What’s wrong?
Bills, Larry.
I can barely keep this place afloat and
the kids need so many new materials.
I don’t know how
I’m gonna do it.
Well, all you gotta do is slap
that thing on eBay I just made,
and make about $50,000.
I wish.
Ms. Miller! Ms. Miller!
Look what I made.
Gabe, that’s amazing.
You drew that?
Get out of here. Look at that.
Boy, that ought to be
in a dadgum art museum.
You’re a regular artiste.
Wait a second.
Think I just figured out a
way to help this place out.
I like that one.
Me, too.
I think I’m gonna buy it.
Hey, that’s nice.
Got any money?
That’s awesome.
Gabe.
How you doing, buddy?
Good to see you.
You must be Gabe’s dad.
– Frank McGee.
– Frank, I’m Larry.
– Nice to meet you.
– You, too.
Did you put my painting up?
Did I put your painting up?
Check out what I done.
Look at this.
Dude, you’re the hit
of the whole thing.
Look at all these,
they all sold.
Every one of them gone
in less than 10 minutes.
Really?
Yeah, they sold.
And guess which one I bought.
That one.
That’s right, and I’m gonna give
it to her when I see her, too.
Hey, I’ll tell you what.
Why don’t you go find some of your buddies?
Yeah, go ahead. Go ahead.
– He’s something else.
– Yes.
I really appreciate what
you’re doing for my son.
Oh, he’s a great kid.
How do you do it?
I mean, how do you talk
to him about things
like painting and art?
How do you get him
to talk to you?
Shoot, I don’t know
nothing about art.
I just kind of encourage him a
little bit, show him that I care.
You know what it means when you’re
worried about being a good father?
It means you’re a good father.
Thank you.
I better catch up with Gabe.
You got it.
– Nice meeting you.
– Hey, you, too. Good to see you.
– Larry, look at this.
– Hey, Brooke.
– Get out of here.
– Unbelievable.
Not only are we gonna be
able to pay our bills,
but we’re actually gonna be
able to buy all-new supplies.
Oh, man, that is awesome.
– I don’t know…
– Who’s the man? What’d I tell you?
You’re the man. Larry,
I gotta admit, I had
my doubts about you.
– But you really…
– Hey, honey.
– Hey, hi.
– I’m sorry I’m late,
but you know those big campaign
donors, they like to talk.
Yeah, so, tell me, how many of these
paintings you need me to buy?
None.
– None?
– We sold every single one.
– Really?
– Mmm-hmm.
That’s super.
– I know.
Yeah, let me hold that for you.
– Thank you.
– So which one did you buy?
Well…
Wow, that is…
ls awful.
– No.
– I mean, even for a kid, that’s bad.
What’s it supposed to be?
What you mean what’s
that supposed to be?
What are you, blind?
That’s a tooth fairy
battling aloud piglet.
I mean, it ain’t
that bad, really.
It’s abstract.
Yeah, what she said.
Abstract.
Yeah. Abstract, huh?
“HEY. honey.
– Ready to go?”
Yeah, let’s go. I missed you.
Beauregard, you got no
regard for good art.
– Morning!
– Hey.
Well, you’re here
bright and early.
We don’t open for another hour.
Well, I couldn’t
sleep last night.
I got to thinking about this little
building here and it needs work done.
So, I come up to get it fixed.
Look how sturdy I got it now.
Look at that.
Yeah, this from the guy
who once faked a coma
to get out of my
nephew’s piano recital?
Well, that was the old Larry.
This is the new, improved, mature Larry.
If I didn’t know better, I’d
think this new, mature Larry
was trying to impress me.
How’s the new,
mature Larry doing?
Excuse me, new, mature Larry I
have a text from my fiancé.
Boom.
Everything all right?
Yeah, it’s fine.
Bo’s campaign meeting just got
rescheduled for this afternoon
and we were supposed to go taste
wedding cakes then and that’s…
Hold it. Did you just say cake?
Well, it’s not a
traditional wedding cake, but…
Look at this. Chocolate.
Orange butter cream frosting.
Kind of balances out. I like it.
A bowling legend
and a cake expert.
– He’s quite a catch.
– No, we’re not actually engaged. He’s just…
– No, she’s right.
I am a tremendous catch.
Brooke, you gotta try this.
Oh, my gosh, it’s incredible.
You always did like
orange butter cream.
I can’t believe you remembered that.
I like that.
I remember anything
that’s food-related.
True.
Sorry, I’m late.
– What are you doing here?
– Hey.
Larry is helping me
taste wedding cakes
and we both love this one. Here.
– A chocolate wedding cake?
– Yeah.
You know, how about
something more traditional?
Like this one right here.
– Look.
– Well…
This is divine.
This is wonderful.
Brooke ain’t gonna eat that.
She’s allergic to strawberries.
Yes, of course.
Darling, can we do this later?
Channel 6 wants to
do a segment on me
and I could really use
your beautiful face.
Oh, well, it’s just, I was
planning on buying new supplies.
Hey, I can do it.
Let me do it.
No, no, no, Larry,
you have been great.
More helpful than I could
have ever imagined, you know?
It’s just that this is our chance to
give these kids a real rec center.
Yeah, but, Brooke, you’re busy,
and I don’t mind doing it.
– This is all the money from our fundraiser.
– I can do it.
All right.
Okay, the list is in there.
I am the new, mature Larry.
It will get done.
– See you.
– All right. Bye-bye.
Hey, before I go, though, I
think I’m gonna go down there
and show them uppity folks
how to play some croquet.
– Have fun!
– Knock yourself out.
It’s real easy, ladies,
it’s all in the form. Fore!
See you!
Get ‘er done.
Classic temp mistake.
Do you always have to do that?
You’re taking your eye off
the ball, Mr. Guthrie.
What are you talking about?
“Brooke, I love
you ever so much.
“Run away with me.
We’ll be ever so happy.“.
– I don’t talk like that.
– You’re right.
You’re way less charming.
You are more like,
“Yeah, babe, don’t worry, babe.
“I can totally handle getting
those supplies, babe.”
“I can get ‘er done.“.”
Oh, yeah?
Well, this is what you sound like.
“My name’s Nyx,
“and I think I’m the
cutest little fairy…“
My underwear is
creeping up on me.
Whoa! Run along! Just a wedgie.
Ain’t no big deal.
Yeah, that’s real funny, Nyx.
Yeah, it is.
Stay focused, Mr. Guthrie,
because if you don’t get
me some more teeth,
I’ll have no choice but to take
away your greatest memory.
Take it easy, I remember.
What is he up to?
He’s dancing around like a clown.
Because you have a
case in two minutes.
Just giving you a heads-up,
lest you embarrass
yourself any further.
Focus, focus.
This guy’s completely nuts.
Okay, Larry, it’s
time to remind Brooke
that you’re always
gonna be a loser.
Here we go.
Larry, you’re making
this way too easy on me.
Oh, yeah.
If I don’t win Tooth Fairy
of the Year for this,
you’ll know I got…
Robbed!
Hey, guys, here he is!
Come here, come here, come here!
– There he is! Come here, guys!
– Come on in!
– Come here, he’s here!
– Come on in.
Larry! Larry! Larry!
– All right, guys.
– Did you get us a Wii?
– A new telescope?
– More art supplies?
A new puppy?
Where are the supplies?
Everything okay?
I lost the supplies.
– You what?
– I lost the supplies.
I don’t know, it’s bizarre.
They was in my car.
I went in to get something
real quick in the store,
and I come out, they’re gone.
Somebody done stole them!
You’re really excited about
your toys that Larry brought?
Yeah!
Can’t wait to see them, can you?
– No!
– I know, neither can I.
Just unbelievable.
This was our chance to give
these kids a real rec center
and you blow it on one
of your pit stops?
What was it this time, Larry?
It was important.
You know, Larry, since you
have come back into my life,
I have had to clean up one major
mess of yours after another.
All right, Brooke, listen.
I’m gonna tell you, okay?
You’re not gonna believe me,
but I’m gonna tell you.
I’m just gonna be honest.
All right?
I’m a tooth fairy.
I mean, not the Tooth Fairy.
I’m a tooth fairy.
It’s really weird.
They got it regionalized now.
Who’d have thought they’d
have regionalized that?
But that’s howl lost the stuff.
I go in to get this tooth from this kid…
A joke. You’re gonna make a joke
– at a time like this.
– I ain’t making a…
You really can’t take
anything seriously, can you?
I ain’t making a joke.
I go in to get this tooth…
God, I can’t believe I actually
thought you had changed.
It is so clear you are
never gonna grow up.
Brooke, I ain’t kidding…
Oh, boy.
The kids are starting to worry.
Did something happen to
the supplies, Larry?
Oh, Larry, come on, man.
What are we gonna tell the kids?
Well, why don’t we
just tell them that…
Nothing.
I can’t let these kids suffer
because of someone else’s idiocy.
You know, I’m gonna personally cover
the expenses to all new supplies.
In fact, I’m gonna go
buy them right now.
Let me do something.
Let me make up for what I done.
Haven’t you done enough?
So, I know you’re a little
slow on the uptake,
but when you sprout wings and
a pair of pink coveralls,
– that means you’re a tooth fairy.
You do have some teeth
to collect tonight.
I quit.
Grow up. So you’ve had a
couple of bad breaks.
Bad breaks, seriously?
Let me tell you something
about bad breaks.
If it wasn’t for me having to
collect all them teeth for you,
none of this would’ve
happened to me.
Now, Brooke’s mad at me.
She hates my guts.
She’s gonna marry
Beauregard Billings.
I mean, guess what
I get out of it.
The rest of my life to
try to forget about her.
Thanks a lot.
You ruined my life.
I ruined your life?
Take a second and remember what
your life was before we met.
Because the way I remember it, you were
a big fat washout going nowhere fast.
Well, there, see?
Something hasn’t changed.
Look, two days ago, I would’ve
encouraged you to quit.
But I was wrong.
You’re actually not
horrible at this.
So just collect six
more teeth by Sunday
and you save your
greatest memory.
You know what?
Take it. I could careless.
Go ahead and just take it.
Metro County Miracle. Who cares?
To think I actually started
to believe in you.
Have a
nice life, Mr. Guthrie.
Wait.
I don’t believe it.
Larry opened the garage early again?
That’s crazy.
Did you stay up again all night?
Man, I appreciate your new work
ethic, but this is too much.
Yeah, man, you’re
going overboard.
Well, I feel like this is
what I need to do now.
For what it’s worth, I think
she’s marrying the wrong guy.
Thanks.
Hey, this is Tom
Abrams calling for Larry Guthrie.
I’m on the Central
Florida Bowling Team,
and me and some of the guys were
trying to recreate your crazy roll.
And we were hoping maybe you could come
on by and show us how you did it.
Give me a call, 555-8621.
Thanks again.
What do you say, Larry?
Wanna show these young’uns
a thing or two?
About what?
About the Metro
County Miracle, man.
Come on, go and drop some
knowledge on those kids.
Knowledge.
You want them to have knowledge,
tell them to go buy
some nacho cheese.
‘Cause that’s what I tripped
on when I made that shot.
I mean, pure luck.
Metro County Miracle.
Wait a minute.
I still remember that.
That’s not my best memory.
Hey, hold on, I
gotta do something.
Where you going?
– How’s it going? What’s going on?
– Hey, Larry.
Hey, can we have a word?
I love you, but I’m in a hurry.
We’ll do it next time.
Please, it’s really important.
Uh…
So what’s on y’all’s minds?
I lost that tooth.
And I remember what
you said before.
But then you told
all those stories.
Now, I don’t know
what to believe.
So, please, just
tell me the truth.
If I put my tooth
under my pillow,
will the tooth fairy
come, or not?
What are you doing here?
What am I doing here?
I was a tooth fairy, remember?
What do you want?
I want my job back.
What’s the point?
You only have two days
to collect six teeth.
I mean, even if you
collect one tonight,
there aren’t five cases
scheduled for tomorrow.
You can’t possibly meet your quota.
It’s hopeless.
Nyx, listen.
But if there’s a chance
to have Gabe believe in
the tooth fairy again,
I’m gonna take that chance.
And it has nothing to do
with my greatest memory.
Come on, Nyx, it’s the
right thing to do.
Please?
– Very well.
– Thank you.
I can’t believe I actually
asked to be back in these.
Hey, you know what?
Now that I know the
Metro County Miracle’s
not my greatest memory,
you think maybe
you could kind of
tell me what it was?
Tell you what,
you get me Gabe’s tooth
and your best memory will appear
on the back of the case card
in your pouch.
I’ll be in and out of there so fast,
they won’t even know I was there.
Kind of like college.
Okay, Gabe, let’s
go get your tooth.
I knew it! I knew it!
I thought we were friends.
– Gabe!
– He’s the tooth fairy.
What’s going on here?
I can’t believe these are real.
Are you all done
poking at me now?
For Pete’s sake, you act like you ain’t
never seen a tooth fairy before.
– They’re making you collect teeth?
– Yeah, they are.
And my sentence ends tomorrow at
midnight, and I’m five teeth short.
Well, what happens if you
don’t get all the teeth?
Then I lose my best memory.
Forever.
Your best memory? What is it?
I don’t know.
You know what? Let’s find out.
It’s probably something silly
about the first time I ate
a Slim Jim or something.
Or bacon. I love bacon.
I guarantee it has something
to do with bacon.
Oh, man, I gotta
get this one back.
Just collect five more teeth.
I can’t.
There’s no more cases tomorrow.
– There could be.
– What do you mean?
You got me to believe in
the tooth fairy again.
So, just do that
five more times.
Good idea.
Check it out.
Life is good when you’re around.
Nothing can bring me down.
I can’t believe
what I have found.
We’re ready.
Oh, man!
Thanks, guys, for everything.
Good luck, Larry.
I hate to do this, but
it’s tooth fairy rules.
Remember, you never
saw the tooth fairy.
“Invitation from
the tooth fairy.“
“You have stopped
believing in me.“
“I hereby give you one last chance
to make up for your mistake.“”
“Tonight and only tonight…“
“I will collect any tooth you
put under your pillow.“.”
Hey, did you get one
of these invitations?
Luckily, my mom saved
this old baby tooth.
I’m gonna go for it.
– Me, too.
– Me, too.
I got one last baby tooth, so…
What do I gotta lose?
– Ow!
Now, I don’t know
how you did it,
but somehow you convinced five kids
to believe in the tooth fairy again.
Now, no temp or tooth fairy has ever
collected five teeth in one night.
Well, I might be the first one.
This was my secret weapon back
when I was a tooth fairy.
Speed of the hummingbird.
We’re not technically supposed to give
it to temps because it’s so rare,
but it sure would be a shame
if someone left this box open.
So, why, do they dry out or something
if you leave the box open?
Are you messing with me?
Yeah, little bit.
This is awesome, and I
really appreciate it.
We’re almost like a team now,
like Starsky and Hutch or…
What do you want, a
hug or something?
You know what?
A hug, actually, would be kind of…
Jean, is Brooke here?
My sister’s busy, and she
doesn’t wanna see you.
Jean… Hey, please?
Come on, all I wanna do is talk to
her, just for a second. Please?
I’ll see.
– You know, Larry is here.
– All right.
Whoa.
Brooke.
You look beautiful. Look at you.
Thanks.
– This isn’t really a great time, Larry.
– I know. I know it’s not.
But I just had to come by
and tell you something.
Can I talk to you
just for a second?
You remember that time that
you and I went fishing?
This was our second date.
And we were walking back,
and you took my hand and
put it in your hand.
Well, I got to thinking
about that the other day,
and that was, by far, the greatest
all-time memory of my life.
The single best memory.
And at the time, I just
couldn’t figure out
why somebody so sweet
and kind and smart
could like me like that.
Larry…
Look, I know it sounds corny,
Brooke, I really do.
And if you don’t wanna be with me,
if you wanna be with somebody else,
I get it.
You gave me tons of chances.
But you deserve to be with somebody
whose greatest memory is about you.
Well, I guess what I’m
trying to say here is…
I’m trying to object
to the wedding,
in case you ain’t figured
out what I’m trying to do.
Yeah, I got it.
See? Beautiful and smart.
Well, all right.
Well, I said my piece.
Boy, I sure appreciate
you doing this.
I mean, I didn’t have
anywhere else to turn.
But I promise to get
you home by midnight.
Hey, and if you do a good job, you
can have all the moon pies you want.
– How’s that?
Well, I’m getting hungry.
You wanna
stop and get a BLT?
Oh, sorry.
You wanna stop and get an LT?
Artistry’s
moisture-intense mask.
It’s like having your face drink
from the Fountain of Youth, ladies.
Your face is gonna feel as if
it’s plumping from within.
And just being
beautiful and radiant,
and vibrant and glowing.
Do you feel that, ladies?
All this can be yours.
And it’s only $20.65.
All right, well, I do have
another surprise for you.
Have you ever heard that expression,
“You can put lipstick on a pig?“.
Well, with Artistry’s rouge,
you can literally put
lipstick on a pig
and that pig will turn heads.
I’m not kidding.
Come on, Crusher! Stacey!
See you later, little buddy.
I appreciate the help. And wish me luck.
By the way, enjoy the moon pies!
They’re delicious.
Sometimes we just have to make
a few sacrifices in life, huh?
I mean, of course, I
miss the Ferrari.
But if driving a pickup truck.
talking like this gets me elected,
well, that’s just
gander ‘n grits, huh?
– Bo?
– Yeah.
Could I talk to
you for a second?
Yeah. Excuse me, fellas.
Honey, hey, hey,
I can’t talk right now.
Now, listen. These guys can really
help my chances of getting elected.
I know, it’s just…
I need to ask you something.
What is your greatest memory?
– What?
– No, please, it’s important.
– What is your single greatest memory?
– I don’t know.
Throwing the game-winning touchdown
against Eastland to win State.
I’ll tell you, people are
still talking about it.
These guys are talking about it.
That throw was right
down the middle.
That was something else, yeah.
So, honey, why was
that so important?
All right, Reilly. Where you at?
206. 206. Got you!
I am running out of time.
I gotta get four more teeth.
Ha! Speed of a hummingbird.
Boy, this better work.
Man, I feel
like I’m on Fear Factor.
Wait for it. Wait for it.
All right.
Looks like I got a
need for some speed.
Those smell amazing.
Curbs, schmarbs.
Weird.
Dadgum, five teeth.
I’m ahead of schedule. I’m good.
What’s going on?
No, it’s wearing off.
I’ve gotta get
back to the house!
Just gonna make it.
Oh, man. What is he doing here?
It’s about time you showed up!
Not now. As you can tell, I’m
in the middle of something.
– I’m doing some fairying.
– Hey, you ruined my wedding.
And then you try
to big league me?
– I ruined your wedding?
– Yeah, idiot.
Brooke called off the
wedding because of you.
What? How’d I do that?
She wants to be with someone
whose best memory is of her.
And apparently that
someone is you!
You cost me the election.
Now it’s time for payback…
She wants to be with me.
– She loves me. She loves me!
Mv bad!
Larry, I won’t forget about
this, you son of a…
Now you will.
Oh, man. Time to save that memory.
Whoa! Brake! Brakes!
Cutting it a little close
there, aren’t you?
Well.
Just keeping it interesting.
Well, mission accomplished,
in every sense.
And now that you’ve
met your quota,
I hereby restore your
greatest memory.
Thanks.
You ever need a temporary tooth fairy at
some point in time, give me a holler.
You know, I might just
take you up on that.
I’m gonna miss you, kid.
Oh, sorry, I mean old lady.
I guess it’s time
to redecorate now.
No, not again.
Jackpot!
Thank you, Nyx.
Brown has it,
drops back, fakes to Wilson.
Hits Terry over the middle.
That’s for a quick gain of four yards.
– Oh, oh, oh. 40, 30, 20,10…
– Yeah, come on! Come on!
Here’s some dip for you boys,
and I’ll get you some
chili in a second, okay?
Honey, let me get
that chili for you.
You don’t need to be walking.
Look at you. Look at that, boys.
There’s the next football
star, right there.
Hey, you still having the
cravings for moon pies?
Actually, I have this crazy
hankering for sardines right now.
Sardines? Sardines?
Sardines?
Let me run and get you some.
Honey, you don’t have
to go right now.
No, relax.
It’ll just take a second.
Keep watching.
I’ll be right back.
Tell me what happens.
Look, I know I offered to help
you if you ever needed me,
but five minutes before halftime?
You gotta be joking.
The regional tooth fairy called in
sick, so I need someone to fill in.
The regional tooth fairy called in sick.
He never does any work.
Can it wait
till after the game?
Evidently that means no.
Tell you what.
You get this tooth, and I won’t mess with
you for the rest of football season.
Yeah, I’ll believe that
when I see pigs fly.
Funny you should say that.
– You got to be kidding me.
Well, I didn’t
expect to see that.
I thought you could use a little help.
Actually, all the help you could get.
Well, Crusher, you hear that?
Looks like you and me’s partners.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Go get me that tooth.
Hey, Crusher, we’re like a superhero
team now flying around up here.
“We can call ourselves
“Fat Man and Hoggin’.”
– All right, never mind.
Like a Popsicle on a hot day.
It almost seems to
take my breath away.
The simple things in life.
Make you think twice
on who you are.
What you’re living.
Are you givin’.
A little bit of joy.
Sand between your toes.
Makes you know that
you don’t need.
All those fancy clothes.
Let a smile shine in.
And you’ll be living
in who you are.
What you’re saying.
Is your heart an open door?
‘Cause the wind can lead.
To a positive scene.
Make a grin at the
little things.
Such as the world
proving I need a beat.
Yeah, yeah.
Like a Popsicle on a hot day.
It almost seems to
take my breath away.
The simple things in life.
Make you think twice
on who you are.
What you’re living.
Are you givin’.
A little bit of joy.
Sand between your toes.
Makes you know that
you don’t need.
All those fancy clothes.
Let a smile shine in.
And you’ll be living
in who you are.
What you’re saying.
Is your heart an open door?
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“Star Wars: The Clone Wars” Bounty – 2012

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The Clone Wars – S04E20
Bounty
Original air date
March 2, 2012
Sync and corrections by Gatto
Abandoned!
After an assassination attempt
by his forsaken apprentice
Asajj Ventress, Count Dooku
launches a brutal counterattack
against the Nightsisters,
massacring the entire clan.
Forced into exile, Ventress
wanders far into the outer rim,
among the castaways and
vagabonds of the galaxy,
seeking her new life that was
foretold by Mother Talzin.
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Prow.
Straight up.
Another.
Hey there.
What’s a pretty, bald babe like you
doing in a desert like this?
Get lost.
I’m talking to you, lady!
I’m not much of a talker.
Uh, compliments of the
lizard in the back.
What do you want?
I’m Bossk, and this is Latts Razzi.
– We are bounty hunters and–
– we have a problem.
Hmm… what kind of problem?
You just killed one of our team.
Sorry about that.
So… where did you get the lightsabers?
Stole them.
Bounty hunter, then?
Ever considered it?
You certainly have the right…
Disposition.
Never thought about it.
Does it pay well?
Very well.
We have a job to do,
and you owe us a man.
Join our merry band of bounty hunters…
Or we turn you over to the authorities.
What do I have to do?
Hey, Bossk.
Who’s your girlfriend?
Shut up, Dengar.
Hey, boss.
Boss?
This is your boss?
You got a problem with that?
My name’s Boba, and this is Highsinger.
I see you’ve already
met Bossk and Latts.
What’s your name?
I don’t have a name.
So it’s gonna be like that, huh?
Look, kid.
I don’t take orders very well,
especially from someone
of your… stature and
obvious lack of experience.
She killed Oked.
So she agreed to fill in for
him on this particular job.
Or, like I said, we can
always find another way
to settle your debt.
That won’t be necessary.
I’m a little short of
work right now anyway.
She’s a little rough around the edges,
but we need six hunters.
Without her, we got no job.
Fine.
Let’s get going.
Don’t we settle first?
What?
You don’t trust us?
When the job’s done,
you’ll get your cut,
just like the rest of us.
Welcome.
Welcome.
I am major Rigosso.
We are thrilled to have you here.
Please allow me the pleasure
of explaining the mission.
These elevators will take us beneath
the surface of the planet below.
Waiting there is a sub tram
which is carrying very precious cargo.
Your mission is to protect
the tram as it makes its way
to the final destination.
And what is this precious cargo?
That’s none of your concern.
Just make sure it gets where it’s going.
And where exactly is it going?
To My Lord, Otua Blank.
He rules over this planet
with an iron fist.
If you fail to protect his
cargo, losing your bounty
will be the least of your concerns.
This way, please.
Why do we have to travel by sub tram?
Wouldn’t it be easier just
to land at our destination?
You’d think so.
The atmosphere of our planet
is completely pressurized,
leaving all aerial travel impossible.
If we attempted to land
on the planet’s surface,
our ship would immediately implode.
Sub tram it is, then.
So why hire six expensive
bounty hunters to move cargo?
There’s a group of marauders
that would like nothing more
than to hijack my Master’s cargo.
So far, my men have been
ineffective against them.
They’ve arrived.
No matter what happens,
do not open this box.
You make the rules.
I follow them.
So that’s it?
That is what we’re protecting?
Who cares, as long as we get paid.
My Lord, Otua Blank, will
meet us on the other side.
Good luck.
After them.
Okay, Boba, the cargo is secure.
Latts, you and Highsinger stay there.
I’ll be in the engine room with Bossk.
I sent the new girl and
Dengar to the back.
Hello, darling.
Looks like we’re securing
the back platform together.
Wonderful.
So… what do you think is in that box?
Whatever it is, it better
be worth all this effort.
Yah! Yah!
Heads up, people.
We got company.
Latts, Highsinger, get ready.
They’re here!
Protect the cargo at all costs!
Good-bye.
Uh! Uh!
Oh, no, you don’t.
Poodoo!
I’ll check the cargo.
Stay here.
Oh, hey, boss.
You better get down.
They’re boarding from the rear.
I could use a hand back here.
Hold your position.
Bossk, get to the back
and help the rookie.
I’m on it.
Stop him!
He’s the leader!
I want what’s mine.
Over my dead body.
What?
Don’t worry.
I’ll protect you.
Pluma, are you okay?
Brother!
You came for me!
Of course I did.
Well, well, well.
What do we have here?
Stay back.
That little girl is worth
a lot of money to me.
Now step aside.
Stop it!
Oh, oh!
Krismo!
Ah, oh…
That girl’s crazy.
We’re protecting her?
Try not to be such a novice.
Open your eyes.
She’s on their side.
It doesn’t matter.
Tie them down, and
let’s finish this job.
Is this really necessary?
None of this was my choice.
I never asked to be
ripped away from my home,
from my family.
You’ll never know what it’s like.
I wish I didn’t, but I do.
You’re just doing this for the money.
It’s just another job to you.
You don’t even care
what’s gonna happen to us
once it’s over.
Hey, rookie!
I need you in the back.
You’re right.
You are just another job that
I couldn’t care less about.
Don’t move.
We’re almost to the drop-off point.
Soon I’ll be delivering
that brat to the warlord
and collecting a handsome bounty
that you will get your share of.
Share of?
There’s only two of us left.
I get half.
Half?
Please.
You just got to the game.
Boy, don’t test me.
I will be delivering the cargo
and collecting the bounty.
No one of true importance would
lower themselves to trade
with a mere boy.
You have no idea who you’re talking to.
I have been in charge of
this whole operation–
You have no idea who you are talking to.
Welcome.
Ah, finally… my bride.
Bride?
Ah, ah, ah.
Bounty first.
Your unmarked credits, as promised.
Enjoy.
My bride, at last!
You pay my price first,
then you get the girl.
How do I know you won’t
take the credits and then
hand us over?
You don’t.
Run along, now.
Thank you.
You made it!
I don’t believe it.
Here’s the payment.
I already subtracted my share.
Boba’s is in there too.
Make sure he gets it.
Where is he?
He’ll turn up.
Well, you certainly turned
out to be quite the member
of the team, didn’t you?
I’m not part of any team.
You’re too good for us now, is that it?
Once, I was just like you, but
I’m not that person anymore.
Now I have a future.
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“Grimm” Three Coins in a Fuchsbau – 2012

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[Gun clicks]
Where are the detonators?
– Flynn has them.
– I don’t have them.
– They’re your responsibility.
– Packed them.
Well, I don’t see them.
Well, take your head out of your ass.
Wipe your eyes.
How about I blow a hole in your head
and let in some light?
I have an idea.
I kill you both and do this alone.
You looked in the wrong bag.
We have a job to do.
Give me the drill.
[Drill whirring]
Damn, I know this place.
Bought my second engagement ring
from this guy.
Hey, looks like they came
in through the front door
just after he closed for the night.
Find a body?
Oh, yeah.
Samuel Bertram.
– Ah, I was afraid of that.
– He’s in the vault.
Probably thought he was safe…
In the safe.
Surveillance tape?
Thieves found the camera,
ripped it out of the wall.
Probably took it with them.
This was a professional job.
Yeah, they knew what they were doing.
Sam was a big-time numismatic.
What is that, some kind of religion?
In a way, yeah.
Coins.
They are not here.
What are you talking about?
They have to be here.
– I don’t see them.
– We didn’t get them.
They were in the vault.
We got everything in the vault.
Then where the hell are they?
Well, don’t look at me.
I am looking at you.
Two years,
six countries, I worked this.
You were in the backseat.
Oh, you’re saying I took them?
I’m saying, “empty your pockets.”
Both of you.
Empty yours, you son of a bitch.
How do we know you didn’t take them?
Shoot me if you’re gonna shoot me.
There’s nothing in my pockets.
Then they still gotta be there.
Where are you going?
I’m going back.
What are you doing?
I’m going with him.
– You two are not leaving me here alone.
– What if he’s got them?
How do I know you two
aren’t working together?
Because he just left
and I’m standing here
with you, you moron.
– You really think he has them?
– Well, I don’t have them.
Well, maybe that’s exactly
what you two want me to think.
[Bang on door]
He’s coming back.
{pub}- Here we go. You got it?
– Yep.
Which one of these stores
has a surveillance camera
covering the street?
There’s a bank on the corner.
Start with that, work your way down.
If we’re lucky.
You want the footage at the precinct?
Asap.
[Car door closes, engine starts]
[Sighs]
Damn it, I saw that car.
– What?
– Yeah, the guy we passed
on the street tonight…
He was driving that car.
Can we get the plates?
Hold up.
Most of it.
New York plates.
Long way from home.
They’re probably bogus,
but run them anyway.
Yeah, and put out an APB.
[Phone ringing]
Parker.
We get you out of bed for nothing?
If you did, Nick,
I wouldn’t be calling.
Don’t you wish you hadn’t come back?
You killed them.
Ironically, they killed each other.
It was dark.
I thought I saw you in Lisbon.
Yeah, that was my mistake.
The coins aren’t here.
Figured that out.
So where are they?
If I knew, you think
I would have come back?
I don’t know.
Those coins make people
do a lot of strange things.
Face down on the floor.
Now…
Why don’t we start…
With what the hell
are we doing in Portland?
I caught up
with Stanislav in Morocco.
The blast didn’t kill him.
Didn’t help him much.
But it’s not what did him in.
I wasn’t sure at first.
I was expecting a pierced lung
or a fatal concussion.
But it appears his system
just completely shut down.
Heart attack?
Nope, but I started digging.
Guess what I found in his stomach.
Dinner.
If you like to eat money.
I prefer to spend it.
I guess he was really trying
to take it with him.
Flip side’s kind of interesting.
– It’s got to be German.
– Mm-hmm.
Yeah, it looks older than that.
Must be valuable
if he swallowed them.
– Hmm.
– Is that what killed him?
His brain, stomach, and
intestines were all inflamed.
But gold doesn’t usually get
that kind of allergic reaction.
Could it have been a drug reaction?
Tox isn’t back yet.
– Hey, what are you doing?
– Taking them.
But I think I should hold on
to those until the toxicology…
It is still evidence.
[Phone ringing]
Could be why they blew the vault.
Burkhardt.
Where?
Okay.
They found the BMW.
But guys…
Guys?
– What do we got?
– Where is it?
BMW’s in front.
Only house on the block.
– Anybody go in or out?
– No.
All right, come on.
Let’s get this done.
All right, you cover the back.
Hey, you okay?
Never better.
Soledad, if the jeweler’s
got the coins,
then where are they?
If I knew that, I wouldn’t be here.
That’s why I went back.
But the cops were all over the place.
[Grunting]
Police.
[Dogs barking]
Stop!
Police!
Don’t you move!
[Grunting]
Hank, come on.
He’s got a gun.
[Grunts]
Hey, easy, he’s down.
Stay down!
All right, hands above
your head, come on.
There was another one.
– What happened?
– He was fast.
I’ve never seen anyone run like that.
No, you lost him.
– Don’t make excuses.
– Hank.
Do I have to do everything myself?
Listen, Hank.
We got a crime scene here.
He’s gone, let him go.
All right, Officer Brenner,
get a coroner up here.
On your feet.
Let’s go.
Dispatch, we need a,
uh, coroner at…
{pub}Rest in peace!
[Grunts]
All right, let’s get
these coins into evidence.
Hey, don’t worry.
I got it.
But first, I’m gonna break that guy.
I just got the prelim
on the jewelry store.
I want you guys
to fill me in in my office.
That’s when we got
the call on the car.
We ran it down
and came on the house
they were using as a hideout.
Uh, captain,
there were these coins…
Look, I got it, I got it.
So we got to the house, we went
right in, and I took him down.
Two bodies on the floor,
one guy got away and…
Hank, slow down, I want
to hear more about these coins.
I got them.
I’m gonna put them in evidence.
Well, can I see them?
They’re safe.
Parker pulled them
from the jeweler’s stomach.
Uh, apparently he swallowed them…
Coins are not the problem here.
It’s about that guy we took down.
Just give me five minutes with him…
Hank.
I want to see the coins.
They’re, uh… German.
Not necessarily.
The swastika dates all the way
back to antiquity.
In Buddhism and Hinduism, it’s
primarily a symbol of good luck.
And for the Chinese,
this represents eternity.
What do you know about the coins?
Just that the jeweler
was trying to hide them
in his stomach.
– I’ll take them into evidence.
– That’s all right.
– I’ll get them there.
– Captain, I think I should…
Detective, now I understand that you
came on a little strong
tonight with our suspect.
We’ve all had a long day.
I suggest you go home,
get yourself a little rest.
Nick will interview the suspect.
Yes, sir.
Hank, let’s go.
The hell’s wrong with the captain?
I’m the one who should
put those coins into evidence.
– I’m the primary on this.
– Hank, look.
We’ve all had a long day here.
Why don’t you just go home?
Hank?
Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
[Phone ringing]
Oui?
[Speaking french]
Farley Kolt.
Imagine my surprise.
I thought you were just a cop.
Right now, that’s all
you need to worry about.
I’m not worried.
Ballistics will prove
that Flynn and Hans shot each other.
– Flynn and Hans.
– Ian Flynn.
Irish by way of Berlin.
Hans Roth, Austrian.
They both worked with
a Spaniard, Soledad Marquesa.
– Who got away.
– Yep.
Been following them for a long time.
Finally caught up with them tonight,
but, uh…
[Mouth clicks]
And why were you following them?
It would be helpful
if we could talk off the record.
– Is this being recorded?
– No.
I want to give you
the chance to come clean.
Look, this has nothing to do
with you being a cop, you know.
Really, I could care less.
This has to do with
who you are and who I am.
You’re not the only Grimm
I’ve ever known.
In fact, the reason I’m here
is because of a Grimm.
Tell me about the coins.
Well, they’re priceless.
A lot of people have died
trying to get their hands on them.
Where’d they come from?
That, my friend,
is a long, long story.
Tell me.
Okay.
Eighth century B. C.,
gold was being mined
on the island of Zakynthos
in ancient Greece.
Now certain coins that
were struck from that mine
were stamped with
a swastika on one side,
signifying good fortune,
and a lion’s head on the other,
symbolizing wealth and power.
Now this particular lion’s head
was the Nemean lion
slain by Heracles, whose fur
was impervious to attacks,
because it was made of gold,
and whose claws were sharper
than mortal swords,
and could cut through armor.
And it would seem,
those who held the coins
possessed a kind of charismatic
influence over other men.
As the Greek empire fell,
the coins found their way
into the Romans’ hands.
From Claudius to Caligula to Nero,
the coins had a devastating effect
on whoever possessed them.
From there, the coins made their way
into China and the Han dynasty,
and then they just disappeared
for several centuries
until they resurfaced
in the third Reich.
We all know how that story goes.
So after the defeat of the Nazis,
the coins disappeared again.
Nobody but a small handful of people
knew where the coins were.
Those people were your ancestors.
Grimm are stronger than most
and not so easily affected.
And they have taken great care
to protect the coins.
And they’ve been successful
at it until 18 years ago,
when the Grimm who was
protecting the coins
was found and murdered.
Once again, the coins
were in circulation.
Who was the Grimm who was killed?
She was the sister
of the woman I was in love with.
When her sister died, she left me
in order to raise her sister’s son.
Where was this?
Rhine beck, New York.
Don’t keep me locked up here.
I can see things you can’t.
Impressive.
That’s not enough
to get you released.
You need my help to find those coins.
Cause once those coins
get hold of you,
you will fight
to the death to keep them.
[Knocking]
Officer Brenner never reported back
from the crime scene,
and he’s not responding to calls.
– You tell the captain?
– Yeah, just did.
Where is he?
On his way to evidence.
I got a positive I.D.
On the suspect who got away.
Soledad Marquesa,
he’s a Spanish national.
I’ll run it.
Oh, jeez.
[Sighs]
Oh, my God.
You scared me.
Good.
{pub}This is way past
my bedtime, you know.
Well, if I could speak German,
I wouldn’t have called.
Oh, so we’ve got a little
Deutschmark-Schwinger, do we?
I think the answer to that is “yes.”
– Really?
– Go for it.
Okay.
Let’s see what we got here.
Steiner and schade.
Oh, this is high German.
This is the stuff
my grandfather used to speak
after a couple of beers.
Auf dem weg von munchen nach augsburg
fand ich am waldrand
ein kleines feuerlein vor.
“On our way from Munich to augsburg,
I came across a small fire
a little ways into the woods.”
[Muttering in German]
Ooh, these are some
pretty bad schakal this, uh…
Relative of yours is writing about.
Whoa, look out.
They ate a baby.
That’s rude.
Okay, okay, here we go.
So he caught up with the schakal
and of course, cut off his head.
Indem er eine
axt niedergeschlagen hat.
You guys are really
into that, aren’t you?
Okay, is there any indication
of what I’m up against
with these schakals?
Well, yeah, they’re
baby-eating badasses, man.
What more do you need to know?
So what about the, um…
Steinadlers?
Steinadler, let’s see.
– Huh.
– What?
Just a second, this is interesting.
Steinadlers seem to be involved
with the military.
Like, heroic, noble…
Apparently with
very large… sausages?
I don’t think I’m translating
that correctly.
Um, but anyway, when you’re
dealing with the Steinadler,
it’s, um… basically
what they’re saying is,
it’s hard to tell whose side he’s on.
So they can’t be trusted.
No, it’s not that exactly.
It’s more like a, um…
Like trust your gut.
But the thing that
really doesn’t add up
is a Steinadler with a schakal.
They’re like
opposite sides of a coin.
Well, it’s funny
you should mention that.
There was a jewelry store robbery
involving some rare coins,
with a swastika on one side,
lion’s head on the other.
– You know anything about that?
– Nope.
You got me on that one.
Coins?
Not my thing.
Now, stamps, on the other hand,
– I’m a whiz…
– Well…
Dealing with coins here.
Well, I got nothing.
Anything else
you want me to translate?
Thank you.
Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!
– Sorry.
– Careful now.
Oh, my God.
Is that camera an Akeley?
Be careful.
Where did you get this?
Oh, right.
Aunt Marie, of course.
No way.
Dude, that is a Kineclair projector.
How do you know all this?
Okay, my great Uncle
on my mother’s side, Olaf…
That’s my Uncle’s name,
not my mother’s…
He worked as a newsreel cameraman
in Berlin in the ’20s.
He had a camera shop
on the Leitung Strasse,
so when he died, my mother
got all of his old stuff,
and… right.
Sorry.
It’s late.
I should be going.
Look, I appreciate all your help.
Yeah, yeah, no problem.
I… it’s just, you got me thinking.
I gotta find those old cameras, man.
I’m gonna be up all night
rummaging through the attic.
All right.
Bisspater, alligator.
Bis spater.
We arrested a guy tonight,
and during the interview,
he said something pretty weird.
What did he say?
He said he knew someone
from Rhinebeck.
Rhinebeck, New York,
where you were born?
Yeah.
He said he was with a woman
18 years ago,
but she left him when her sister
died in an accident.
And she left him to take care
of her sister’s kid.
Wait a minute.
Was he talking about your Aunt Marie?
– I don’t know.
– You didn’t ask?
Look, I couldn’t.
You know, it’s a
police investigation.
I can’t bring
my personal life into it.
He could use it against me,
and I don’t even know
if he’s telling me the truth.
Well, how do you find out?
I have to do some digging.
Okay.
How can I help?
All right, so his name
is Farley Kolt.
And I want to know if he
was living in Rhinebeck
when he said he was.
Why did you cut him open?
To determine the cause of death.
What did you find out?
Only tell me if you want to live.
He was poisoned.
– The coins.
– Oh! Oh!
You found the coins.
Where are they?
I… the police took them.
When?
A few hours ago.
What are you gonna do?
[Distant door opening]
[Distant cheering]
[Crowd chanting]
[Cheers and applause]
{pub}I swear I don’t know what happened.
I promise.
How you feeling?
Guilty.
I don’t know what came
over me last night.
I go to the edge sometimes,
but I almost never go over.
Happens.
What do we got?
We got an I.D. On the other
set of prints from the house.
Soledad Marquesa.
The guy who got away last night.
Yeah. Pretty lengthy
criminal career in Europe.
Known to associate
with our two dead thieves,
– Flynn and Hans.
– What about Kolt?
Well, ballistics
cleared him on the shooting.
But we still don’t know
if he was involved in the heist.
I wanna take a closer look
at this guy.
He did have this in his possession.
Hotel deluxe.
Checked in two nights ago.
Well, what are we doing here?
Let’s get a warrant.
– [Phone keypad beeps]
– Yes, sir?
I want you to call a press conference
for 2:00 today.
– Today, sir?
– Here at the precinct.
All officers and personnel
are required to attend.
Yes, sir.
Can I say what it’s about?
The present state
of law enforcement in our city.
[Beep]
Thanks.
If we need anything else,
we’ll let you know.
Okay.
[Grunts]
I got a suitcase.
You find anything?
Couple of Armani suits,
two pair of Mephisto shoes,
and a pair of commando boots.
You know, I found some
black clothing in the dresser.
– You thinking black ops?
– I don’t know.
But he was pretty cool
under the interrogation.
Who wants to bet he’s moving drugs?
Huh, what do you know?
There’s actually film in there.
1943?
This letter’s in German.
Any idea what streng geheim means?
I imagine “top secret,”
like this one in English,
dated June, 1945.
O.S.S.
Office of strategic services.
That’s a precursor to the c.I.A.
I knew there was something
freaky about this guy.
Who signed that?
W. Donovan.
“This letter will serve
as background information
“relevant to the discovery
of the imperial coins
“by the 101st airborne
at the kehlstein haus.
“April, 1945.
“Ten coins were thought to exist,
“three in a lead-lined box
were discovered here.
“They are being relocated
to allied headquarters
“under guard to be placed in a vault.
“Emission spectro
chemical analysis has revealed
“that the coins contain gold,
arsenic, and Mercury.
“Because of their toxicity,
under no circumstances
are the coins to be handled.”
Now they tell me.
You really think those coins
could actually physically
affect somebody?
You were pretty edgy last night.
It was weird.
I was pumped, posessed.
It was like a…
Like a man on fire.
And the captain took the coins.
He said he was going
to take them to evidence.
[Phone ringing]
I hope he did.
Griffin.
What?
When did that happen?
Yeah, okay.
Parker was put in the hospital.
She was pistol whipped last night.
Apparently whoever did it
was interested in our dead jeweler.
Soledad Marquesa.
– He’s going after the coins.
– All right.
You wanna finish up here,
I’ll see about Parker?
Yeah, I’ll get the docs translated,
and look after the coins.
Sorry, Burkhardt.
Gotta lock up and kick you out.
Captain’s giving some kind of speech.
We all gotta be there.
Did you find
what you were looking for?
Hey, are you sure the captain
didn’t bring anything
into evidence last night?
If he did, it’s not in the log.
Come on, we gotta go.
The war against crime
and criminal behavior
cannot be waged without hating…
– What’s going on?
– I have no idea.
The elements of our society
which allow that enemy to exist.
We are confronted with
an epidemic of moral degradation
and we must fight
with the greatest vigor
against all those influences
which are trying to weaken
the very fabric of our society.
– We stand here…
– You find the coins?
United in our mission
to bring every…
They were never recorded as evidence.
No matter how big or small.
Our dedication to this task
knows no boundaries.
With the brutal death
two nights ago of Sam Bertram,
a successful jeweler and
business owner here in our city
for over 35 years,
that line has been crossed,
and I for one will not rest
until we bring justice
to every last citizen
who has ever had the misfortune
of being terrorized
in their streets
and in their businesses
and in their homes
it ends here, and it ends now.
Thank you.
Thank you.
[Cheers and applause]
Thank you.
{pub}Captain Kolt,
is this speech intended
to launch a political career?
Well, it’s intended to be a warning
to anyone who plans on breaking
the law in our city.
Sir, the coins.
They’re not in the evidence room.
– I’m busy.
– Captain…
He’s lying.
He’s got ‘em.
We have to get ‘em back.
[Phone ringing]
So I found out some interesting stuff
about Farley Kolt.
– You ready?
– Yeah.
According to real estate
records and phone books,
he spent five years in Rhinebeck…
Same exact time you were there…
And seems to have left around 1994.
The same year my parents died.
Exactly.
– You want me to get more?
– Yeah.
Thanks, Juliette.
You’re the best.
I know.
Hey, what’s that
about your parents dying?
I don’t know yet.
Hey, keep an eye on the captain.
I’m gonna go talk to Kolt.
Got it.
What was the name
of the woman you knew
in Rhinebeck, New York?
[Sighs]
So you checked my story.
– Good.
– What was her name?
Marie Kessler.
How well did you know her?
We were engaged.
Can’t say either side
of the family was too happy.
You know her.
She was my Aunt.
You were the kid she had to raise
that I didn’t know.
And she’s dead, isn’t she?
How long ago?
Four months.
I’m sorry.
I wish I could’ve seen her
just one more time.
Yeah, well, me too.
Still trying to figure out
if you can trust me?
Something like that.
Look, I can help you.
Soledad will make his move
if he hasn’t already.
He got the coins at one time.
18 years ago, outside Rhinebeck,
highway 9g.
Soledad killed my parents?
He was one of the many involved.
My point is, he got the coins.
Or should I say, the coins got him.
[Phone ringing]
Yeah?
They found Officer Brenner’s
body in a motel room.
Somebody stripped his uniform.
Well, that’s something that
I can’t answer at this point.
Captain’s leaving.
You better get up here.
Soledad killed a police officer
and took his uniform.
Then he’s here.
Get me out.
[Electricity crackling]
And we will make changes,
and they will have an effect.
Thank you, that’s it for today.
I’ve got a meeting with the mayor.
– Thank you, sir.
– Thank you.
– You won’t find the coins here.
– Where’s the captain?
He just left.
What’s he doing here?
Ballistics cleared him.
He knows Soledad
and he can help us find him.
Let’s go.
He’s here.
Stay here.
Captain!
[Grunts]
Police!
Put down your gun!
– [Gunshots]
– Ow!
[Grunting]
Stay down, stay down.
Are you all right?
Are you hit?
[Gunfire]
[Coughing]
Listen to me.
Two people were killed
in Rhinebeck, New York,
18 years ago,
Reed and Kelly Burkhardt.
– You were involved.
– Please.
Tell me what happened.
Please, let me hold the coins
one more time.
Tell me.
[Coughs]
Tell me!
[Grunts]
I’ll go check on the captain.
No, no, no.
No, Nick, I can’t.
No…
You have to help me find them.
Nick, I can’t find them.
Nick, who took them?
Who took them, Nick?
I was hoping you’d come back
for the briefcase.
Put the coins on the bed.
Okay, hold on a second.
Look, you don’t understand.
I do understand.
Put the coins on the bed.
[Grunts, shrieks]
You’ll never find them again.
Forget about them.
Oh, I’ve tried.
Try harder.

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“Undercover Boss” American Seafoods – 2012

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Male announcer:
This week on Undercover Boss…
the CEO of American Seafoods,
one of the country’s
biggest seafood companies,
poses as an immigrant on a reality show
about people pursuing
their American dream.
– Bjorn Petersen.
– Bjorn, nice to meet you.
Announcer: He’ll trade in his private jet
and rock star friends
for a fishing hook and fish guts.
It’s very stinky.
Announcer: By working on the front line
in the rough seas,
this former fisherman will find out
if he still has what it takes
to make it in the field.
– He almost look like girl.
– Move faster than that.
I’m going as fast as I can.
You have to go into the pit
and clean it up.
Announcer:
He’ll be forced out of his comfort zone.
This water is boiling!
Lift me up… up, up!
Announcer: And the tides will turn
when he reveals his true identity.
Hi, John.
Announcer:
Coming up next on Undercover Boss.
Undercover Boss 3×05 – American Seafoods
Original air date February 24, 2012
Sync and corrected by atrn97g
Announcer:
Headquartered in Seattle, Washington,
with more than 1,500 employees
operating a fleet of fishing
vessels in the Bering Sea,
American Seafoods is one of
the largest seafood companies
in the United States.
And helming this $450 million
a year business
is one self-made Norwegian immigrant.
My name is Bernt Bodal,
and I’m the CEO of American Seafoods.
At American Seafoods,
we catch fish and process fish.
Our product will end up in restaurants
like McDonalds, Long John Silver’s,
and in many grocery stores.
I was born in Norway
and have equivalent
of high school diploma.
You know, I always dreamed of
living and working in America.
When I came to United States in 1978,
I didn’t have a penny to my name.
I worked on the vessels in Alaska
for 13 years as a deckhand.
Watch out, watch out.
We had some very, very hairy moments.
Deck temperatures down to minus ten below
and 100-knot winds…
it’s a very, very dangerous environment.
I was a captain up to 1989.
Eventually put together a buying group
and buy out the prior owners.
I’m definitely not a professional CEO.
I mean, I’m a fisherman that
became CEO of American Seafoods.
But I always had a lot of confidence.
I’m a very, very quick learner.
And today, I think, American Seafoods
by far is the number one
fishing company in the world.
For fun, I do my own flying.
There is an emergency exit
on the right hand side of the cabin.
Very few places in the world
I haven’t flown myself.
My other great hobby is music.
[Rock music]
I used to be a rock and roll
musician in Norway…
with a quite successful band called Host.
This guy flies his own airplane.
I’ve been fortunate to play
with Roger Daltrey from The Who,
Steven Tyler…
Just last week, Sammy Hagar
invited me to come and play with him.
Are we having any fun yet?
– Salmon’s ready.
– Perfect.
Do you want to take it out,
put it on the grill?
I got divorced a few years ago.
My daughter Ellen is 30.
My mom’s still alive,
and she lives in Seattle now.
Are you nervous?
How often do you see me nervous?
Not very often.
It’s going to be exciting
to go back on the boat.
Am I nervous? No.
You know, I have years of experience,
and I still feel confident.
When’s the last time
you went out on a boat?
19… 89?
I think my dad’s definitely
going to have a reality check.
He hasn’t done hard work like
this for a really long time.
His lifestyle now
is completely different.
– Bye, bye, I’ll miss you.
– Bye-bye.
I’ve been with the company
almost from the beginning,
and we’ve been very successful.
But our goal is to continue
to grow and get bigger,
so while I’m undercover,
I will be looking for
opportunities to increase efficiency
to make the company more profitable.
While going undercover, I will be posing
as Bjorn Petersen,
a Norwegian considering immigrating
to the United States.
My co-workers will be told
they are involved in a reality
show called American Dreams
about people who have dreamed of
living and working in America
in hopes of a new life and career.
Today, I am at American Seafoods
processing facility
in New Bedford, Massachusetts.
The fish from off our boats,
we freeze them into a solid block,
and they are then further processed
where we make various food products
that will end up in restaurants.
Before I go to Alaska
on one of our ships,
I’m going to be working
as a maintenance manager.
American Seafoods has a lot of equipment.
If we have a breakdown in a facility,
that’s bad for business
and costs us money.
Can someone tell me where to find John?
– Hey, John?
– Hi.
Eh, Bjorn Petersen.
– Bjorn?
– Yeah.
John Pine. How are you?
Nice to see you.
– So you’re my new trainee?
– Yes.
We’ve got a couple of things to do today.
Change over a couple lines,
do some welding.
Okay.
Our main thing’s gonna be the pit.
– Gonna get you dressed up.
– Yeah.
Let’s go to work on the fish pit.
You have to go into the pit.
It’s going to be a little dirty,
a little smelly from the fish,
the batters, the breaders, the oil.
That’s pretty deep.
Gonna be swimming round in it.
You’re going to be swimming, yes.
One of the dirtiest jobs in the place.
When you get down there,
I’m going to hand you
a bucket and a shovel. You clean it up.
Okay, we’re going to hook you up.
If you run into problems, just say “up”
– or say “stop.”
– Okay.
Watch your back over here.
Let me know when you’re there.
This water is boiling!
Lift me up. Up, up! Up!
Lift me up, it’s boiling.
Up, up, up!
Announcer:
Bernt Bodal, CEO of American Seafoods,
is a boss undercover in his own company.
So you’re my new trainee.
His employees think
he’s part of a reality show
about immigrants pursuing
their American dream,
but right now,
he’s in a bit of hot water.
Lift me up! Lift me up!
Up, up! This water is boiling.
Lift me up! Up, up!
– It’s hot?
– It’s boiling.
Okay, then we’ll get you out of there.
Come on out.
When Bjorn screamed…
you know, I don’t want
to knock him down too much,
but it was, like… feminine…
woma… I don’t know.
Maybe it was a little bit of
What I’ll do is I’ll put some cold water.
[Stammering]
You don’t want to go?
That… that gives people burn damage.
You don’t want to go,
you don’t have to go.
That water is boiling.
We shouldn’t put anyone
in a tank like that.
– It is a little warm.
– It’s not “a little warm.”
Yes, the water was warm,
but it is part of the job,
going in the pit.
There are people that do do it.
I’ve done it.
I was more than willing
to make it comfortable for him,
but he didn’t want
to make a second effort.
– You all right?
– Yeah.
You’re going to change out a breader.
What is a breader?
It’s a machine that puts flour
on fish to cover it.
What we have here is a batter applicator
which got some broken wires.
– We have to repair it.
– Okay.
So I’m going to show you how to do one.
This is the wire that’s damaged,
so what we’re going to do is
cut it and remove it.
So you’ll hold with one hand,
and you cut.
Okay? Hold and cut.
You want me to do the other side
or you want to try it?
I can try it.
Now what you’re going to do
is cut it here.
No… oh, you cut the wrong one.
By cutting the wrong one,
what you’ve done is doubled the work.
Okay. Where do I start?
[Sighs]
No. No, no, no.
– You have to go from…
– Yeah, I got it, okay.
John has a very high standard
for his employees.
He maybe wasn’t a very patient trainer,
but he obviously knows his job very well.
So how long have you been
in this country?
Oh, I’ve just been here
for a few months right now.
You have kids? You have family?
I have kids back in Norway.
What drives you to put food
on the table for them?
You know, work hard.
Well, I… I can get
a jackass to work hard.
Being a foreigner in a foreign country
is people telling you you can’t do stuff,
and you’ve got to prove them
wrong every day.
So you’ve got to try
harder than the next guy.
No, no, I realize that.
The part that drives my ass is,
my God, you’re a foreigner like me.
– So where is your father from?
– Portugal.
So are you born in this country?
No, I was not born here.
I was born in The Azores.
So you still get a chance
to go back to The Azores?
Yes. Matter of fact,
I’m hoping to take my kids there
and show them where I was born.
Oh, that’d be good.
Yeah, I really appreciate
people like John.
We both are foreigners in this country.
John is a very, very hard worker,
and he takes his job
very, very seriously.
And people like him has made
this company a great success.
Convince me why
should I give you a chance.
That’s a very good question.
This just drives me crazy.
But this is one of hundreds of
jobs you’d have to learn here.
Believe or not, the wires makes
or breaks a lot of mechanics.
We could be here all day.
– I know.
– And it Broke Bjorn.
He sucked at it.
Let’s do this. Have you welded before?
Uh, that’s a three-year-old welding.
Why don’t we go in the office,
talk for a few minutes?
– Sure.
– Okay?
Been an interesting day, huh?
I need to give this some thought.
I’m sure you need to give
yourself some thought
whether or not this is what you want.
So let’s do that and…
I’ll have to see you around.
I can’t keep someone like that.
I appreciate your taking the time.
– Okay, thank you.
– Okay, take care.
– Bye.
– Yeah, all right, bye.
I didn’t find Bjorn hungry.
I didn’t see the guy say,
“listen, give me another shot.”
“I want to come back.”
Shoot myself in the head.
So it’s time to pack it up
and send him on his way.
You know, I could see
John is a guy that would
get very easily frustrated
by people that are not up
to the skill levels,
which he should be,
and that’s why he’s not going
to hire me in that department.
I think I will do
a lot better on the ship.
I know those jobs.
I think I will fare a lot better.
Today I’m piloting myself
to Alaska to get on the American Triumph,
a flagship boat.
I put on my disguise
before I even exit the plane.
I’ve been coming to Alaska for 30 years,
and I’ll be very easily recognized.
The factory manager
will meet me when I board.
There’s only one way
to do this successfully.
I have to work with him and the captain
to make sure I go undetected
while on the ship.
They’re both under strict orders
not to tell anyone.
Hi, Bjorn.
[Both speaking foreign language]
Welcome aboard.
Well, this is a big boat.
They both catch fish
and they process the fish.
The boat has seven decks,
130 men and women on board,
and all these people
are there 24 hours a day,
30 days a month,
sometimes six months at a time,
away from your family and friends.
– So this is my stateroom?
– This is your room, yeah.
I’ll be staying on the officer’s deck,
’cause I definitely would get recognized
if I were down in the crew quarters.
Hi, Rolf.
Hi, good to see you, Bernt.
So what do you think about my new look?
You come back
to your old hunting grounds.
I want to talk to the ship’s captain
about how to make sure
I don’t get discovered.
I hope you are not getting seasick.
No, I don’t get seasick.
[Laughs]
So then, between my stateroom
and up here, you know,
– that should be fine.
– Yeah.
So then my first job
will be on deck, I believe?
But there’s nobody there that’s
going to know me very well?
Don’t think so.
Unless I go undercover,
basically the only two safe places I have
is the bridge and down in my stateroom.
– Stay safe out there.
– I will.
Today I’m about to be a deckhand.
The deckhand is
the first part of a process
to catch the fish
and haul the fish on board
and get it down into the factory
where we can do all the processing.
We will catch as much as
300,000 tons of fish each year.
I was a deckhand for a total of 13 years,
so I’m sure I’ll do very well.
You know where Billy’s at?
That’s me. How’s it going, man?
Hey, Billy. Bjorn Petersen.
Bjorn? Nice to meet you.
You’re my trainee for the day?
– My greenhorn? All righty.
– Yeah.
What we’re going to be doing here
is going to be hauling back this net,
and then we’re going to be
setting the other side.
So let’s just walk back here.
I’ll show you where we go.
No, I’ve never fished.
When I first seen him,
I thought Bjorn was
a little on the older side
to be coming out on deck.
But he seemed to be a nice guy.
Make sure you stand where
I tell you to stand, okay?
Make sure you don’t
put your hands anywhere.
Because I’ve seen people
get their fingers cut off
and people get killed.
It’s not a pretty sight, you know?
It can be really dangerous out here.
You got these things called trawl doors
that are going to be coming up.
Now the fun begins.
Watch yourself.
Now kind of lean back.
If it pops up, it’ll take
your face, hit you in the face.
[Chains clanking]
There you go.
[Buzzer sounds]
You all right?
Grab this rope.
Hold up, put it here.
Okay.
Whoa.
Grab that hook.
You really have to pay attention.
If you don’t pay attention,
you can get hurt…
seriously hurt… really quick out here.
We’re going to set out
our net to catch more fish.
We’re going to walk back with this.
Don’t pull too hard on this.
Don’t get it wrapped up in your leg.
Billy had a very nice personality,
very easy to get along with,
and explain things very thorough.
Pull the slack. Pull the slack up.
Pull the slack up.
Hey, now, now, get ready to pull hard.
Okay, pull it hard, pull it hard.
There you go.
So how long have you been doing this?
22 years. I’ve been doing it
since I was 19 years old, so…
So why is that?
She’s got M.S. and she’s
looking to get into a condo.
She’s in the spot where…
she can’t take care.
She’s 72 years old and…
I want to help my mom out
as much as I can.
So our next little task
here is going to be…
Okay, go ahead and jump up
on top of the bag.
Okay, here you go.
Now, he’s going to slack it down.
You run it up there.
Hard to walk, huh?
Dragging that 200-pound hook and cable
up on the column,
this was like walking on Jell-O.
If you stay on the green
straps, it’ll help you.
You know, I haven’t done
this job in probably 26 years,
and it may be harder than I remember.
Walk it like this, okay?
Here, grab it. Walk it like that.
It’s not so much being strong.
It’s about technique.
Grab on with both hands if you have to.
Bjorn didn’t pick up
the technique that much.
He just didn’t get it.
I wouldn’t feel comfortable
leaving him out there
on deck alone at all.
We’re going to open up the zipper here.
Open that. No, hold on.
Watch, watch.
Keep that right inside there
and hold it out.
All the way.
That’s good.
Okay, now we get on the deck
while he comes.
When I was a deckhand,
it’s always exciting
to see when you get
the net is full of fish
and it’s the right fish,
the fish you want.
– It’s a lot of fish, huh?
– Nice-looking fish.
And we’re going to shovel
this fish into that tank.
And make sure you don’t step
on the fish too hard
or you’ll break ‘em up.
Yeah, push the fish to this side.
Keep walking. It’ll go.
You know, the biggest surprise was
to remember how physically
hard this work is.
Almost there.
Very humbling for me to do that again.
Okay, go ahead,
grab one of those shovels.
Billy totally met my expectations.
He’s a fantastic worker.
Bjorn, the best thing is,
you’ve got to push the fish to this side.
For Bjorn to be on the team,
I’d have to see a lot more initiative,
a lot more energy.
Keep going, keep going.
You’re fine. Keep going.
Sometimes this job
can be really grueling.
It wears you down.
I’m sore every day after work.
All right. Pretty neat, huh?
You guys obviously
know what you’re doing.
Yeah, takes a long time
to learn this stuff.
It’s definitely not overnight.
It’s hard, though.
Being away from your family
and stuff, it sucks.
So you have married and got kids?
I was married once, yeah.
But I have three kids.
Divorced myself, so I know that can be…
– Yeah.
– …interesting sometimes.
Very tough, that’s for sure.
Do you get to see your kids
a lot, though, when you’re home?
Sometimes.
But it’s tough lifestyle, you know?
You know, you don’t have no access
to call your family here
on the boat, you know?
You don’t have Internet here,
you don’t have TV,
you don’t have nothing.
I would love to be able to talk
to my kids a lot more often.
If I was in charge,
I would maybe have
a couple laptops in the galley.
That little stuff goes a long way.
One of the tough things
about being a fisherman
and being gone for months at a time…
you will, unfortunately, miss family.
When I fished in the Bering sea,
I used to be gone sometimes
six months at a time
without having any communication,
so I definitely know
that feeling firsthand.
So when you get to go home, Billy?
When the season’s done.
I will look into what it will take
to have some Internet access
for the crew.
Go back up. There we go.
Announcer: Coming up…
Bernt gets up close and personal
with his own product.
It’s very stinky.
For me, it was just really nasty
and grossed me out.
We’re starting to hold up the line.
Announcer: – And later…
– I’m gonna have to take over.
Announcer: …the boss is put in his place.
You don’t want to piss off your foreman…
I was just like, “move your ass.”
Announcer: Bernt Bodal is a boss
undercover in his own company.
By cutting the wrong one,
what you’ve done
is doubled the work.
Announcer: He’s posing as an immigrant
on a reality tv show
about people who dream of
living and working in America.
Whoa!
Announcer: His journey continues
off the coast of Alaska.
Been up for 18 hours, you know?
It’s been a long day.
You know, it’s been 26 years
since I’ve worked on a boat.
Interesting to come back to
what I did that many years ago.
It’s very hard work and very humbling.
I certainly get a renewed appreciation
for the hard work
all these people are doing,
and their dedication.
I’m gonna be working in
the fishmeal plant today.
Fishmeal is all
the extra pieces of the fish.
Fish heads and the guts.
The fishmeal foreman
is responsible to make
all the equipment running properly.
So I want to make sure
that everything run
as smoothly as it should be running.
Rafal?
Uh, Bjorn Petersen.
All the guts, all the heads,
all the livers.
This is the fishmeal?
So let’s go.
All the guts, heads…
I show you, but I want you to do it.
It’s very stinky!
I never worked in
a fishmeal plant before.
Fishmeal definitely has
a strong, peculiar smell to it.
Bjorn, he looks, like, afraid to…
like he doesn’t want to touch it.
He almost look like girl.
You can pull out the shaft. All the way.
Splash it with the water!
The fishmeal stinks really bad.
For me it was just really nasty
and grossed me out.
How do you like it so far?
It’s, uh, interesting work.
So…
Like this.
[Machine whirs]
So we see here you are closing the bags.
Just take the sewing machine…
You see this room?
We filling up all the way,
from the bottom to the ceiling.
255 tons.
This will be one of the hardest parts.
I want you to do
at least, like, 10-15 bags,
and then I will come back
and check you, okay?
Okay.
It appears to be very detail oriented.
Each bag needs to be 35.2-35.3 kilos.
The biggest surprise
was how physically hard
this work is.
The bags were definitely very heavy.
Very demanding. Fast-paced.
And not the easiest job you can have.
Can you stop it for a second?
I just want to make sure there
is the right weight in the bag.
Too much.
35, that’s okay, but no more than that.
We cannot do it
’cause you’re losing the money.
It’s tough work. You can see you have to
have some strength.
I can see you start sweating.
Oh, thank you.
So let’s take a break.
So it’s a little different for me.
First time I’m here
and being on the boat.
– Yeah.
– ‘Cause I… I…
I live in, uh, Norway now.
Yeah.
Yeah.
You know, Rafal,
like me, he is an immigrant.
You know, it’s very tough to be out here
having your family that far away.
I can definitely
relate to that because I did it
for so many years myself.
So do you still enjoy the job?
You know, I like the job,
you know, but…
You cannot leave.
It’s hard to even communicate.
There’s no breaks.
Oh, yeah.
So say, like, me, you know?
I want to go to the bathroom…
Being on a ship
like the American Triumph,
one of the problems
is the physical space.
We have a real limitation
on how many people
we can put onboard.
– Let’s get back to work.
– Okay.
We need people like Rafal,
who is just so dedicated to the work.
They are gonna be more worried about
the equipment running properly
than taking a break.
So make sure this gate is clean.
We are very grateful
to have people like that.
Today, I’m gonna be working
in the surimi factory.
Surimi is a product we make
where you mince the fish,
there’s sugar added,
and you end up with this gel,
which is pretty much just fish protein.
Surimi is used to make
a variety of products.
In this country,
you know it from the imitation crab legs
you buy in the grocery stores.
When I’m working on the surimi line,
I want to make sure the quality
is where it’s supposed to be.
D… do you know where I find, uh, Susana?
– My name is Susana.
– Hi, Susana.
– I’m Bjorn Petersen.
– Hi, Bjorn.
I’m gonna teach you
how to do surimi packing.
– Excellent.
– All right?
Okay.
In the meanwhile,
we’re gonna move some more pans.
Those pans are gonna come
through this belt right here.
After he introduced himself,
I was just, like,
“I’m gonna have to do you
the same way they did me”
“when I first got on this boat,
was ‘move your ass.’”
I’m gonna show you, and then
I’m gonna want you to do it.
Okay.
And, Bjorn, remember, safety first.
Careful.
[Pans clattering]
Okay.
You gotta be careful
for the next ones coming out.
All right?
Bjorn was listening, but was he doing it?
No, that’s a whole different story.
[Pans clattering]
Production is not gonna wait for you.
I understand.
All right.
That’s a lot of fun, huh?
Lot of fun.
[Laughs]
This is where you’re gonna be packing.
Yeah.
It’s an assembly line, okay?
So as soon as that meat comes,
I want you to keep up
with that meat and we’re gonna
need some speed.
All right, green.
– Stretch like this. Rip like that.
– Okay.
– That meat’s coming fast.
– Yeah.
The meat will be coming out of
this nozzle right here.
It’ll pump out
just the amount that we need.
Yeah.
Fold it back, cut, tuck it under.
– Let it go.
– Okay.
See how that meat’s building up?
If you don’t keep up with that meat
you’re gonna stop the whole line, okay?
All yours.
There you go, there you go.
Cut it, tuck.
Tuck a little bit better than that.
You want that plastic… let that one go.
You want that plastic underneath.
All right, Bjorn,
that meat’s building up.
You’re gonna need to
move faster than that.
Keep up with that meat.
That shouldn’t be happening,
I’ll tell you that.
I’m doing it as fast
as I can at this point.
See how that goes?
I want you to see that.
There’s a reason why I don’t want that.
When I first started here,
I needed to move my ass.
You know, we’re starting
to hold up the line.
My first day was a drag too.
Let me go ahead…
I’m gonna have to take over
because the meat
is all piled up in the back.
That’s why I need you
to move a little faster.
Part of your job is to keep up
with that meat hopper.
You don’t want to piss off
the foreman, the QC…
Susana is a girl
that doesn’t mess around.
She takes her job very seriously
and expects other people to do the same.
I’m gonna have a quick cigarette
before we go back down, okay?
Beautiful!
– Is there a lot of boats…
– Pretty out here.
A lot of boats out there today?
How do you feel about the job?
You know, it’s, uh…
Am I being a little bit too hard on you?
Uh, no, I mean, it’s… I can see you
need to keep the speed up.
You really gotta show these people
what you’re made of,
’cause I want to move up.
It’s kind of hard to get promoted.
It’s tough to get promoted?
It’s tough.
It’s very tough to get promoted.
I haven’t seen anybody get promoted
since I’ve been here.
You gotta put in a lot of years.
Yeah.
If I’m still packing surimi
within the next 10-15 years,
please just throw me overboard.
[Laughs]
I’m just kidding.
Where are you from originally, Susana?
American Samoa, the island.
I came here when I was four years old.
I haven’t been back home since.
Um, I lost my mom in 2002.
I’m sorry to hear that.
– My mom was a single mother.
– Wow.
She was a hardworking woman.
She was not only my mom,
she was my best friend.
She had liver failure, cancer.
Since I lost my mom,
I have not been close to my family.
I have isolated myself from them.
It’s part of me being out here…
because I don’t want to deal with
getting close to them
and then losing them.
it made me tough, though.
Susana was extraordinarily
close to her mom.
I love my mom also,
and I understand her pain
of losing her mom that early in her life.
I’m gonna take you back downstairs.
Okay.
You need to work on your packing.
Susana has a very demanding,
repetitive job.
She seems to be very skilled at her work.
I’m gonna take you down.
Get back down to the factory.
This week, I learned a lot of things
about my company and the employees.
The main reason
we have a successful company
is all the crew on our vessels
and their hard work and dedication.
It’s a tough, tough way to make a living,
being gone for long periods at
a time from family and friends,
and I definitely
want our employees to know
that I personally really care
about their well-being.
I’m about to reveal my true identity.
All the employees that I have
worked with have been asked
to come to the bridge
of the American Triumph.
They think they’re coming
to vote on whether or not
I should chase my American dream.
I left Boston to come to Alaska
to judge on Bjorn’s performance.
I think he’d be good
for maybe a desk job.
Pencil pusher maybe, I don’t know.
Hey, Rafal.
– Do you recognize me?
– You’re Bjorn.
I’m Bernt Bodal,
CEO and owner of American Seafoods.
Really? Wow.
– Nice.
– I’m surprised.
[Laughs]
I feel I was being made a fool of.
Do you recognize me?
Announcer: Bernt Bodal comes face to face
with his employees,
I’m Bernt Bodal.
Announcer: And not everyone is happy.
When I saw your palm of your hand,
But I should have known.
I had a feeling back of my head.
Being tricked doesn’t make me happy.
B… but John, again,
I… I don’t think you should
take it that way, because,
again, I… I, you know…
for me to able to see how you guys work,
and, you know, and yourself
specifically, are extraordinary.
I feel I was being made a fool of.
John, I… I never meant… to me you’re…
uh, if anyone made a fool,
uh, it was me trying to do these jobs.
It was definitely an eye-opener for me.
Well, how’s your feet?
I should have asked you that.
You know, I didn’t get
any burn damage or anything,
but I could definitely feel it.
Lift me up! Up! Up!
Uh, John, I think we should
modify our procedure to make sure that
the temperature is cooler.
Sorry about the water.
[Laughs]
You know, but I’m not
sorry about the other stuff.
No, you shouldn’t be, and I really got
the feeling and appreciation that you
really care about your job.
I think you deserve recognition of that,
and I’d like to raise your pay
by $10,000 a year,
and we’re going to change your title
to director of maintenance.
You don’t… you don’t have to do that.
Believe me, you don’t have to do that.
I know we don’t have to do it, John,
but, you know, I’d like to do it.
[Clears throat]
I’m… shocked,
very grateful.
I mean, um, thank you.
You mentioned to me
that you always had a dream
of taking your wife and kids
back to The Azores…
– Yes.
– And, uh, you know,
I fly my own airplane,
and what I’d like to do is to
take you guys to The Azores
and give you $10,000 spending money.
– You don’t have to do this.
– I’d like to do it.
Um, thank you, and I think my kids
will be definitely taken aback.
Never flown on a plane like that,
but yeah…
[Clears throat]
I don’t know what to say.
I don’t like being tricked,
but it turned out for the best.
grateful to him for a lot.
Billy, I fished, myself,
in the Bering Sea for 13 years.
– Really?
– Yeah.
Uh, you did a great job of fooling me.
[Laughter]
It definitely reminded me
of all the hard work
and, you know,
what you and I talked about,
how tough it is to be away from,
you know, family,
and you can’t communicate
– when you’re out at sea.
– Yeah.
Because of you, Billy,
we’re going to have Internet access
for all our crew
throughout all our vessels.
That’s awesome. That’s totally awesome.
The annual cost for this Internet service
will be approximately $200,000 a year,
but it is very important for us
that the crew are happy.
I want to thank you… thank you so much.
The morale of the crew is what keeps,
you know, a good vessel like this going.
You mentioned your mom’s house.
I’d like to give you a $20,000 gift
that you can use
as part of your down payment
to try and buy your mom’s house.
That would be amazing.
I can’t thank you enough on that.
And, you know, one more thing.
You shared with me the fact
that your mother had
multiple sclerosis.
Yes. It’s taken a toll on her.
I’d like to provide a $10,000 donation
in your mom’s name to whatever
M.S. cause she would like.
I appreciate that very much.
I can’t thank you enough.
I think my mom is just gonna be
really happy and shocked.
And about the Internet,
I can actually speak to my kids.
I want to tell everybody
from American Seafoods
and all the boats
that you guys are welcome…
for getting this Internet.
So, Rafal, I was really impressed
with your work ethics.
I mean, it’s a very hard, demanding job.
You told me you feel limited
because of your English capabilities.
Mm-hmm.
I’d like to give you $5,000
to use for tutoring
to help you improve the language.
Thank you very much. I appreciate that.
Will be better for my feelings
so I will be not afraid
to talk with the people.
Mm-hmm. You mentioned that your wife
and two children are in Poland.
Yes, yes. That’s
the hardest part of the job.
Your American dream is to one day
have both your wife and children
come to the United States.
Yeah.
When that day comes,
I would like to take you
and your family
and personally fly you back
from Poland to Seattle.
That’s very nice.
I am very happy to feel that.
When you move your family
to the United States,
this will cost you some money.
To help you with this,
I’d like to give you
a gift of $25,000.
[Emotionally]
Thank you very much.
It’s hard to believe.
I’m so… so happy.
And maybe my dream
will come true and, you know,
my family will be together.
Thank you very much. Thank you.
I am very happy.
This will change
lots of things in my life
because I can bring my family over here,
and we can be together.
If I will get my family here,
it’s 99% of my dreams come true.
Susana, I was very,
very impressed with your skills.
You know, one of my goals
is to become a foreman
in this company, right?
And, you know,
I highly recommend, you know,
that anytime there’s an opening,
you know, you should apply,
because people like yourself
want to work hard.
You have a very great attitude.
Thank you.
You know, Susana, you talked a little bit
about your family
and all the tough things
you’ve been through in life.
I would encourage you to spend
more time with your family.
And what I’d like to do is
to give you a ticket
and $5,000 of spending money
so you can go back
– and visit where you came from.
– No way.
– Are you serious?
– I’m serious.
I’d like to do one more thing for you.
You know, seeing your dedication
to the company,
I’d like to give you a gift of $20,000.
You know, you’re a young woman,
and hopefully that money can
help you and your family out.
I’m speechless.
I have nieces and nephews.
I can spoil them.
My mom’s gone. That’s all she wanted
was to keep the family together.
– Thank you.
– You’re very, very welcome.
I feel blessed. I feel great.
It just makes me want to do better.
My mom would be proud.
My mom would be really proud, you know?
Keep taking care of myself and my family.
It’s been great to have the opportunity
to spend time with our crew.
Hello, everyone. I’m Bernt Bodal,
CEO and owner of American Seafoods.
And I’ve been out
on the Triumph for four days
working undercover.
[Laughter, excited chatter]
It was great to see
the hard work you guys do.
So thank you. And one thing we will do
is to get the Internet access
on all our vessels.
It was a good reminder for me
the sacrifices they make.
You’re gone for weeks
and months at a time,
and it takes a very special person
to do a job like this.
All the meals have been fantastic,
– so you’re doing a great job.
– Thanks a lot.
You know, I came here in 1978.
I really appreciate the opportunity
I had in America,
and I strongly believe
in supporting a crew
and giving them the best
possible work conditions.
And I’m very supportive
of them being successful.
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“Spartacus: Blood and Sand” Chosen Path – 2012

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Gain your father’s approval
to dissolve your marriage,
and find me as wet with desire
as you now stand.
Whims of your desires to
his loving daughter lifts up.
Remove encumberance as discussed.
You’ll see your child never born.
A necessary thing.
It’s a red vial.
I’d see its contents replaced
with water and bitter herb.
Your wife slaves,
even through the night.
In her hand, a thing familiar to me.
I know what I hold
and the intent it carries!
Let these men not fall here tonight,
but in the arena.
We are for the arena in Capua.
I give you Gannicus!
We had last faced
each other upon the sands
as Melitta always feared.
Did you lay with her?
Oenomaus.
We will cover this land in passion
until Rome falls as a cinder,
to scorch brow.
Spartacus.
But Gaius, where is my father?
Help me!
He has fallen at
the hands of Spartacus.
They live!
Get the Medicine!
Get cloth to tend wounds!
What news?!
The arena is burned to fucking ground.
With many Romans among the ashes!
What of Rhaskos?
He fell as all men should.
With sword in hand
and blood upon his thoughts.
You suffer no wound?
The gods favor me, little man.
Call me that again…
and they shall turn from you.
Can he be healed?
Nasir had but a single wound.
This man beyond what
should warrant life.
His name is Oenomaus.
And he is more than common man.
Let pray the gods
hold him in equal esteem.
Do I yet dream?
If so, I would never have you wake…
Then it began to collapse.
They screamed and flailed
like children
as the arena burned around them.
The scent of smoke and death
carried by the winds
to the very heart of Rome!
Lift troubled heart.
Oenomaus stands a titan.
One that shall live
to raise sword again.
To fight by your side?
If he chooses to take up
cause against the Romans.
Cause?
You have cock to rival
Jupiter himself.
A few errant slaves amounts
to flies circling a bull’s ass.
Did he miss the part where
we pulled the arena down
on his head?
Rome is propped up by more
than a few wooden beams.
If your cause is to see
your lives cut short,
then you march towards
certain victory.
Why did you choose to aid us,
if you believe such?
You mistake choice
for repayment of a debt.
One owed to Oenomaus.
Absent it…
we would not be breaking words.
He is right.
We were mistaken.
To have placed faith
in his intentions.
Nasir once made attempt on my life,
and yet now he stands
trusted among us.
Perhaps Gannicus
can be swayed as well.
Or perhaps you should
have killed him in the arena.
The witnesses in Rome also
attest the will grants the family
domicile in Rome
and the villa here in Capua.
In addition there is
the vineyard in Atella,
forty goats in the hills of Pompeii,
twenty head of cattle…
What is the worth of the livestock?
Nine thousand denarii,
depending upon deal struck.
See them to market.
And post decree announcing reward
of the coin for knowledge leading
to the capture of Spartacus.
Forgive me, Praetor, but the law
grants you no such authority
to part with these assets.
You are only to oversee
Senator Albinius’
holdings until his heir comes of age.
Laws must bend toward greater purpose.
If Spartacus is to pay
for what he has done.
Praetor…
Prattling on serves only to inflict
further wound on grieving heart.
Apologies.
The memory of your father
shall not soon fade.
All the Republic mourns his loss.
Leave us.
What moves your tears most?
A father forever removed
from loving embrace?
Or his tongue forever stilled,
before commanding
to dissolve this marriage
in favor of Varinius?
I have made a grave mistake.
And the gods have punished me
by striking down my father.
It is not enough.
Gaius…
The only reason you have not joined
your father is the child
that grows within you.
My child.
My heir.
Protect him with your life.
Or see it forfeit.
We must keep appearance of mourning
for the prescribed days.
I would not have the stench
of grief slick upon you.
See yourself to a bath.
Give report.
A hundred more bodies
pulled from the arena.
This was found at wreckage.
Why do our numbers stand so few?
More have been recalled from Neapolis,
to return by nightfall.
Yet many have taken to the wind.
They turn from their oath to Rome?
Fear and panic grip
the region, and our men.
Many believe that Spartacus
unleashes the wrath of the gods.
A meaningless thing.
Legions could return to swell rank.
Yet still fall
to Spartacus and his men.
Apologies, but as
I warned young Marcus
before life fled,
gladiators are far from common slaves.
Three of your men would
not equal one so trained,
despite their eagerness to die.
Did you not once stand
amongst the brotherhood,
upon the sands?
A lifetime ago.
Then give lesson…
prove boast.
The Syrian wants
to taste his own blood.
Come on!
Begin.
Come on!
And I was considered
lowest among the brotherhood.
Would that I had an army
formed in your base image.
There are others that
share my reflection.
Men in name only, a word masking
truer nature of rabid animal.
Such a force under my guidance
could prove useful
in these difficult times.
The Senate would frown upon
lowering standard into muck and shit.
As they frown upon many things
that ambitious men must embrace.
You leave these walls?
At request of the praetor.
He blesses Ashur
with well deserved favor.
Would that he turn such grace
toward grieving wife.
It is a hard thing, to have
a father torn from breast.
I never knew mine…
How did Glaber come
to know of the silphium
in Ilithyia’s chambers?
Perhaps the gods spoke to him.
You forget your place.
I secure it.
You secure nothing without me,
you fucking Syrian.
Move against my commands again…
You command shit and piss.
I am Glaber’s man now.
A word from me how you knew
of his wife’s intent
to rob him of his unborn child…
Or how the gods are nothing to do
with delivering Oenomaus…
You yet draw breath
because I have not
whispered your secrets
into the praetor’s ear.
No, Ashur. Ashur.
Ssh. Consider it a kindness.
One I shall see repaid…
Does it hurt?
A few cuts and scrapes.
Soon faded from memory.
Would that all scars
were so easily erased.
I see no scars.
You risked all.
For pale shadow of the woman
you once loved.
Then let us ignite the sun.
And strike darkness with its warmth.
Stop!
Naevia…
They have taken everything from me…
Even your touch…
I have heard tales
of your victories in the arena.
Days long past.
Mira tells you were
just upon its sands.
Standing as executioner
for the Romans.
I stood for a brother.
See him to an honorable death.
And Rhaskos?
Did he find the same?
The man held some meaning to you?
He elevated position.
I gave comfort.
It appears that bargain
has come to an end.
I would see another struck.
With a man of greater worth…
I hold no position among these men.
Nor do I seek it.
Yet you stand among them.
I seek only words with an old friend.
Nothing more.
We are here,
in the shadow of Vesuvius.
A single man placed upon
its crest would have
clear view for many miles
in all direction.
A Roman advance easily spotted.
Is there a way to its peak?
A single path.
Narrow, but easily tread.
The rest is sheer rock.
Impassable, absent wings.
We will choose three men,
of years beyond
the taking up of sword.
Each to command a separate watch.
There’s but one entrance
to the temple.
The Romans could
easily trap us inside.
Tunnels extend below our feet.
Perhaps one can be dug
beyond these walls.
A few men with bows would
give the Romans pause
long enough to make use of it,
if walkway were built.
How many among you shoot with purpose?
There is not much call
for arrows in the arena.
You no longer fight upon the sands.
Nor can you forge a sword
from a fucking tree.
Then we will fashion weapons
from what nature provides.
With practiced hand
instructing in their use.
We can train until the gods take us.
House slaves will never be gladiators,
something we are
in short supply of now.
We need fighting men.
Perhaps it is time to revisit
plans towards Neapolis.
And its slaver ships
from foreign wars.
You would attack the port?
With so few men?
We brought the arena down with less.
Take two men and what coin we have.
Weight palm in Neapolis
to loosen tongue
of ships soon to dock.
Apologies.
I did not intend to halt conversation.
Unless I can drink that,
it holds no worth to me.
I seek only wine.
We have none.
Then I truly am among the damned.
For both of you?
I’m a whore. Not a fool.
I would have words.
Fuck your words.
It is not with you that I seek them.
I have an offer to discuss.
One suited to your
particular talents…
Apologies.
I did not think
you would need the bath,
with days of mourning yet left.
My husband commands it,
despite tradition.
Stay.
I would have your company.
Your eyes betray recent tears.
Events weigh heavy on the heart.
To the point of crushing it.
Why did the gods not warn
of Spartacus’ attack?
Or of my father’s…
Do they punish me?
A life, for the one
I had planned to take…
We both carry the burden of our acts.
If the gods have cast us adrift,
we must together discover the course
to return to the blessing
of their shores.
Varinius has turned from me.
Gaius…
I fear not even the gods could
sway his hatred of me now.
Resume appearance of loving wife.
Submit to his will…
The day will come when
he will lose sight
of hateful intention.
A slip, however fleeting,
that we shall take advantage of.
There was a time when all I dreamt
of was your throat beneath my hands.
Now your breath is all
that gives me life.
I shall not be moved from your side.
Until my own husband calls me
to the afterlife.
I have seen that look.
It often fell upon me,
when we were yet beneath
Batiatus’ roof.
You knew Gannicus there,
years before my arrival…
What is your opinion of the man?
He is a champion, as we once stood.
A boon to your cause.
He has expressed doubts towards it.
As have we all.
And yet you always find way
to convince otherwise.
We have done the impossible.
We have brought down
the arena in Capua.
A monument of Rome built
upon the backs of slaves.
We have struck a deep blow
to the very heart of our enemy.
Yet their numbers are vast.
As vast as their desire to see freedom
crushed beneath heel.
One day, perhaps soon,
they will strike back.
How do we avoid them?
I do not intend to.
How? Is that true?
If we are to face the might
of Rome, I would do it here.
In the shadow of Vesuvius.
Upon terms that we set.
No hand will stand idle.
We must prepare ourselves
for what is to come.
What is to come?
What is to happen to us?
Proper weapons are in short supply.
Fashion what you can
from wood and stone,
til more can be secured.
I would also see the tunnels
beneath our feet further
dug towards escape,
which we will need.
To set eyes again upon your heart.
I understand now why a man would
risk all for such a thing.
If it were not for you and the others,
I would have fallen in the arena.
Never to gaze upon
her face again in this life.
It is a thing I will not forget.
…continue to hone skill.
Nor the lie you told,
that saw her stay in that place
another fucking day.
She is safe now.
All other things fall to unimportance.
Do you think a few words can change
all that has happened?
You stand a larger fool
than I thought.
…be more dangerous
than a thousand men.
Apologies.
The mistake was mine.
To offer comfort to a fucking Gaul.
You offer shit!
Regain yourself!
Crixus!
I thought we had moved past this.
Wounds still linger.
I move for Neapolis.
And thoughts of swelling
rank with better men.
You need not fear the Romans.
Your own men make attempt
to kill each other.
You know what must be done.
See to it.
Gannicus.
I would have words.
You would have me fight?
I would have you hunt.
Everyone has been set to purpose.
Ours is to provide meat.
You spoke of a debt to Oenomaus.
Was saving his life
not repayment enough?
That is for him to decide.
You are a free man.
Your decisions your own.
As it was when you stood in the arena.
To strike down your brothers.
What moved your hand?
Honor, as you have it?
Or the promise of coin?
Never to be collected.
Because I chose not
to kill you in the arena.
And now my rudis, my freedom,
is forever buried beneath its rubble.
Freedom is not a stick of wood,
to be presented as a bone
to obedient dog.
It is a thing all men deserve.
We are gladiators.
Deserving only death
equal to the lives of we have taken.
It was not always so for me.
I lived free once,
in the lands of Thrace.
With a wife, promise of children…
What became of her?
Batiatus claimed her life.
I took his in return.
Then you have balanced scale.
It was Glaber who
condemned us to slavery.
And I will not rest
while he yet draws breath.
This is the reason
you provoke the Romans?
For the memory of your woman?
For love.
The greatest cause of all.
One that has dragged
many a man to his ruin.
You have scared away the game.
I would fare better alone.
Keep fucking sword up!
Let it drop,
and fall forever beside it!
Again!
I would not have
you expire from the heat.
Gratitude.
I would also not have
you at Agron’s throat.
If he had his way,
he would have left you in the mines.
Perhaps he was right.
Do not say such a thing.
You have not thought the same,
after last night?
If such a thought threatened,
I would rip it from fucking
brain with bare hands.
All that matters is the woman I love
stands before me once again.
Does she?
Or is it but faint spirit,
haunting the memory of her body?
You have lost mind.
Hundreds dead.
An arena destroyed.
And this is what you offer?
Lucretia to prostrate
herself in the market,
begging the gods
to piss out the flames
that yet smolder?
Apologies, young Seppius is
but moved by passionate heart.
I’m sure the gods take notice.
Of his lack of faith.
We must humble ourselves
before the gods,
in attempt to regain their favor.
Ritual will do much
to ease the people’s fears.
Better assuaged by
the capture of Spartacus.
My men sweep the countryside,
taking action in favor of prayer.
As they have for many months,
to no result.
Yours have fared no better.
True.
The only one who benefits
from our divide is the man
who causes us injury.
And most keenly felt.
Your father’s guidance
and even hand is deeply missed.
His absence from this world
has set it upon end.
Seppia fell to similar heart,
when our cousin Sextus
was snatched from life by Spartacus.
And she relives the moment
in Mercato’s passing.
A family friend since
she was yet a child.
Too many have been lost.
I would see no more of note follow.
Let us set difference aside,
join our men in common force.
One, which will overwhelm Spartacus
and his murdering horde.
Yes, for the good of the people!
The city will praise you both,
our voices carrying to
the very steps of the Senate.
I would need to consult with Varinius.
The very same man who
galloped back to Rome
while the stones of the arena
were yet falling?
Varinius moves to distance himself
from all that has happened here.
Including you.
Take my hand,
and with it see more
lasting bond forged.
I will consider your proposal.
To give answer tomorrow.
A night’s rest…
Loving sister may sway a brother,
where others fail.
Mind to be certainly
cleared by morning.
Seppius, I would extend
invitation to your sister.
In hopes that we may find
greater strength
in the beating of two wounded hearts.
A thoughtful offer.
There is no deeper solace for a woman,
than in the bosom of her gender.
It would come as great comfort.
Gratitude.
I will arrange visit.
Your wife speaks with swift thought.
Seppia will take words
to heart on the matter,
with Seppius to find them
better received
from her lips.
Your invitation may
yet prove to be welcomed aid.
Come.
I would discuss
other matters with you.
Did I not tell you?
Together we will see ourselves
freed from this abyss.
I do not see the man.
You are certain he lives?
There were four others
held with him at the bottom.
He did not care for the company.
Their memory is carved into his flesh,
joining the marks of the other souls
that he has taken.
What is it you seek of such a beast?
What I seek of the Egyptian
is none of your concern.
I come under authority of
Praetor Gaius Claudius Glaber.
A noble title.
Yet absent the man himself,
I cannot break my charge.
Of course.
If you do not mind
waiting here with my men,
until I return with him…?
Well the day has been long and hot.
I would have shade, and wine…
to cool overheating concerns.
Let us see you into
the light, my friend.
And set hands to purpose…
You must keep your left arm steady,
pull through to the cheek,
take breath, and release.
Make attempt.
Pull through to cheek…
Deep breath…
And release.
Do not jerk from the string.
But let it gently slip
from your fingers.
With practice, you will be
as the goddess Diana,
striking enemies from afar.
Donar!
I would accompany you.
I hold no interest in the bow.
We lay together once and you
expect us to never be parted?
You mistake me for a fucking Gaul.
You seek Donar’s affection now?
I seek only my place in this world.
Then seize it with your own hands.
Not by the spreading of your legs.
In two weeks time,
a ship will dock here.
Its hold laden with fighting men
captured by the Romans.
If a few of us dressed as
merchants could gain entry,
before they’re unloaded…
Such a thing is possible.
Your labors have born fruit.
Not all as sweet.
News carries through the streets.
Glaber has raised
the bounty on your head
to 9000 denarii.
It seems you have caught
nothing but Rome’s attention.
You will find that a sour meal.
Were the Gauls not fucking bad enough?
I have heard many tales
of the Undefeated Gaul.
A fine title.
Yet I recall you absent victory
when we faced Solonius’ men
in the opening of the arena.
True.
I was not awarded victory.
Yet I did not suffer defeat
in proper challenge.
Perhaps we will yet have one.
Perhaps.
It warms heart to know
that you were champion.
Show how much you desired it.
Yet it comes as a surprise,
to see you here.
Following a Thracian’s lead.
Spartacus has opened my eyes.
We stand together.
Then why do you now sit,
while he and the lumbering oaf
make plans that affect all?
I am taken by other concerns.
Naevia is your woman now?
I remember her, when she
was yet a flower untouched.
What led her to be so rudely handled?
My affections.
And discovery of them by Lucretia.
The heaviest price is always
paid by those we love.
You should carry her
far from Spartacus
and his foolish cause.
Before he drags you all to your end.
Oenomaus awakes.
I am here only for words.
Which do you think could
ever hold meaning now?
That Melitta chose you.
That your heart was
cherished above all others.
Then why was she with
you the night she died?
To share a final drink before
I was to be sold to Tullius.
The only reason?
Whatever happened between us,
I am to blame.
Not her.
Never her.
I loved you as a brother.
And I you.
You are a man that stands
only for himself.
And would betray the gods
to gain what he desires.
Perhaps I was a fool.
To have ever believed otherwise.
I see it every time I close my eyes.
Spartacus, hurling his spear.
Cossutius’ final gasping breath…
And Mercato…
Poor Mercato…
He will be sorely missed.
Apologies.
I babble on as if I am the only one
that has suffered loss,
and you grieve a father’s passing.
The heart is overwhelmed
by his absence.
You shall embrace him again.
As I shall Mercato,
and beloved cousin Sextus.
Upon the shores of the afterlife.
Where my husband Quintus
patiently awaits.
And with him countless
other Romans of note.
All snatched from this life too soon,
by common foe.
The years between
you far outweigh mine.
Yet do not think me naive.
You extend invitation
not to counsel grief,
but to maneuver me to sway
my brother’s position.
Seppia…
He’s been clear in his desire that he,
and he alone will bring
our common foe to justice.
And his passions when set
are not easily moved.
You have uncovered the veiled
schemes of two old women.
But know attempt springs
from wounded heart.
One shared between us all,
regardless of age or experience.
I looked into his eyes,
when Spartacus stood
down upon the sands.
They burned with a fire
that would consume the world.
And it shall.
If good men fail to set quarrel aside,
and face Spartacus as one.
As I have said to your wife,
my brother can be most difficult.
Faults is not his alone.
I regret not having
taken different path
towards more agreeable solution.
But know that I place foot
firmly upon it now.
I will have words.
And attempt to set
him upon it beside you.
Most welcomed news, is it not, Gaius?
Yes, most welcomed.
You are a ray of light,
in a house mired in shadow.
Forgive me.
Pressing matters call my attention.
You’re blessed, to hold such a man.
The gods grant only what is deserved.
The men required have been assembled.
Come then.
I would see if they are
all that you’ve promised.
Gannicus’ bounty is being prepared.
Come, let us take food.
You have honed it to fine edge.
Life would easily run from veins,
if brought to bear upon flesh.
Naevia…
That is a name that holds no meaning.
She was a different girl,
young and foolish.
Ripped from this world by rough hands
and hot breath upon neck.
The things she was forced
to do to survive…
We will go from this place.
Find a new life on distant shores.
Beyond the shadow of Rome.
There is no place that
memory would not follow.
I cannot run from this.
What would you have me do?
Stand idle, and watch as you fade?
No. I would not have you watch.
I would have you teach.
How to breathe again.
How to live.
How to fight.
So that no man will ever lay hands
on me against my will.
And the girl who’s name
was robbed may reclaim it.
We will have vengeance for
what the Romans have done.
Together we shall see them
drown in rivers of blood.
Nothing!
Nor here!
Calm yourselves!
What moves to such fits?
Our remaining coin is missing.
Fuck the coin.
The map is gone.
Our position,
plans towards Neapolis…
Someone seeks to betray us,
for promise of Glaber’s reward.
Spartacus…
Gannicus.
You leave without words?
I have had them with Oenomaus.
What do you carry with you?
Water.
Meat, caught by my own fucking hands.
Our map takes flight in your wake.
A thing I have seen your gaze upon.
I am guilty of many things.
Betraying ill-fated cause
does not stand among them.
Remove yourself from fucking path.
I knew eventually
you would lead these men
to their deaths eventually.
Is this the day you would do it?
They are but loyal.
A quality you seem unfamiliar with.
Do not come between us!
I would show him what a man
with cause is capable of.
Your sword.
You fight in the style of Dimachaerus.
Trained by Oenomaus himself.
Let me pass.
Or put skill to final test.
We must stop this.
Spartacus has made desire known.
We shall honor it.
Spartacus!
Chadara!
She was trying to slip away.
When all others stood fixed.
A fine shot.
I meant only to wound.
She took the map.
Why would she do such a thing?
She felt she had no place among us.
She sought to secure one elsewhere.
Apologies.
Your words prove true.
It has not always been so.
I would take to path now,
unless you would seek further quarrel.
Enough blood has spilled.
Do you stay?
We do.
Then I shall mourn your passing.
Is it wise to let him go?
Every man has a right
to his own choice.
Gannicus has made his.
And may yet prove a threat.
We have faced far worse.
The Egyptian and your men
prove themselves.
As promised.
See the bodies of the slaves
properly attended.
Draw no attention.
Apologies.
I could not wait until morning.
You wish to give voice to my offer?
I fear it comes too late.
S-S-Seppia…
I’ve seen how close
you hold her to heart.
Leave this life knowing she’s safe.
Beneath my roof.
My hands to comfort her
in days to come.
Words no longer hold meaning.
And I’ve had too many of them,
by fools presuming themselves
to be my better.
Such days are at an end.
Your men are now mine.
And with their addition to my own,
clear path to the end of Spartacus.

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Life on earth was beyond repair.
The planet’s resources spent, its capacity for life diminished.
Mankind was within mere generations from extinction.
Humanity, not known to succumbing to fate,
united and launch the most ambitious mission undertaking in its history.
It fell to world-renowned physicist Dr. Richard Adams
to command an international team of the best and the brightest
to crew the Argo,
the largest space-going vessel ever constructed by man.
They were accompanied by Clarke, an AI being of remarkable intellect.
Their destination, Bernard-D,
a world that has shown promise of harboring life.
and, perhaps, a second home for the people of our dying biosphere.
The mission would take two decades, the crew sacrifices would be enormous.
But they would bound by a single goal– to find a new home.
Yet, upon their arrival, the crew found their dreaming to be in vain.
Bernard-D was no eden.
But as volatile and inhospitable
as the planet they were trying to replace.
Upon their return, the Argo’s 40 men and women
would reluctantly emerge from a deep sleep
to greet Earth with devastating news.
Yet, the world they left is not the world they’re returning to.
“L5″ – Season 1
Episode 1: Pilot
– See? No lights.
– Yeah, none, huh.
– You say it was +42?
– It’s +50.
All right. I have it. Thanks.
– How big you said those things were?
– One colony can hold 3 million.
Three million people, and not a single light? What d’you think about that?
– I honestly don’t know.
– Checked Tony?
He should be just waken up.
Morning, Clarke.
So how long I’ve been out?
– The joke never gets old?
– Dammit!
– Updates?
– Two.
– What happened?
– Small amount of interstellar meteor
penetrated the ship and resulted on a brief power outage
wich affected Layla’s ??? line, causing ???
in all her vital organs, including the brain,
resulting in a coma.
– Who is taking care of her?
– Dr. Lewis.
– And?
– Dr. Anthony Baker suffered a severe
upper respiratory infection and died. Most likely due to sepsis.
My available antibiotics were insufficient to defend him from the infection.
– Yeah, poor Tony.
– I still researching and quarantined the body.
Make sure we set up some kind of memorial for him.
Rich, there’s a problem.
Two hundred years.
How is that posible?
No clue. I ran every vector against the figures I say
before you went under.
The same. Same Delta-V,
{google translation+}
same goal. Adjustments must have been made ​​while we were asleep.
All right. Clarke, do you know anything about this?
– Rich, I have to tell you something.
– Rich…
We tried ???, microwave, everything.
We haven’t got any single response,
from anyone.
I see. No signal. No contact.
And we’re 200 years late…
{google translation}
You may like to review the systems.
We have already done.
I don’t think it’s that simple. Okay, stay at it. Everyone stays quiet till we’ve got some anwers, understood?
All right.
Well, people, you heard it.
Get back to work.
– Hey, Rich!
– Charlie. Are you all right?
I just woke up.
My legs are still pretty stiff.
– Yeah, mines too.
– So, you know when we’ll be docking?
Soon. We just got to sort a few things and… Soon.
It’s wild, you know?
When I left, my son was, was like…
But now he is just as tall as me or taller.
He probably even has his own kid.
I guess I’ll have to skip the parenting and go straight to grandparenting.
That’s the best of both worlds.
{google translation}
Talk to Dr. Lewis.
Make sure you feel okay.
All right.
Thanks, Charlie.
No answer.
– This doesn’t make any sense.
– Rich, I have to tell you something.
– What is it, Clarke?
– I delayed our return.
I received a signal.
It was faint.
But I recognized its origin.
There isn’t an easy way to translate it into English,
but suffice to say it ??? my worst suspicions.
– Was it from Earth?
– Yes.
– When, while I were on hypersleep?
– Yes.
Yes, I made an executive decision and felt the best to delay our return.
– What do you think it means?
– I can’t say for sure.
– But I have some theories.
– Yeah, well, me too.
– Are yours good? – No.
– Yeah, me neither.
– Should I notify the crew?
– No!
Is anything natural we can blame this on or something… unrelated?
– You mean lie? Is that necessary?
– I think we need time.
Time to cope. Time to make sense about this.
I don’t think lying is in any way beneficial.
They will discover all in time. It will seem like you were keeping something from them.
I would rather ??? our face.
than confirm their worst fears.
– I don’t think it’s a good advice.
– It would be a good advice
until 40 fathers, mothers, sons and daughters,
that they were delayed 2 centuries on a hunch.
It is the truth.
That’s the last thing we need now, the truth.
– It doesn’t make more sense, huh?
– No, Rich…
I understand perfectly.
Layla is dead.
Organ failure.
I put her back in her cryotube. Seemed the best thing to do for the time being.
You want to say something?
About this mass memorial. It’s what everybody’s talking about.
They all want to know what Commander Richard Adams is going to do.
– Hey, Clarke, patch me, will you?
– Of course, Rich.
Everyone, if I can have your attention, please.
I understand you all have a lot of questions.
But first, the facts.
There was no miscalculation.
We are indeed 198 years ahead in future.
One hundred and seventy three years past our projected return date.
The cause is, as far as I know,
a communications blackout
or a problem with Space Station VOLL 5.
As you know, the blackout extends to Earth.
{google translation}
To create communication will probably take some time.
{google translation}
All technological equipment is examined in the whole vessel.
So, now is the time–
{google translation}
Are there any updates on what caused this?
– Clarke?
– I admit that the decision
to return at a later date was mine alone.
There wasn’t a safe return scenario at that time.
Local galactic weather conditions were not permitting a direct approach.
– There is something we missed?
– By 200 years!
I can clarify that a little.
{google translation}
The scenario was not clear enough until renewable.
The best approach was to accelerate and increase time dilation.
{google translation}
As a result of this the vessel was bombarded by gamma rays.
{google translation}
Which device was intended to be able to withstand.
– So what about the skiff?
– Glad you asked, Rod. Suit up.
Rich, have we had any contact with anyone. Other bases, ships…
– I guess we’re calling ‘em colonies now?
– There is some garble – stuff floating around out there
{google translation}
that we can not see what is now.
– So…
– So no.
I know this is difficult. But we’ll get to the bottom of it, I promise.
So let’s get back to work.
That was all.
{google translation}
I’d better be ready.
We have some problems.
{google translation}
We’ll get through.
I’ll handle it.
– This is as good place as any.
– It will be okay.
{google translation}
– Rotate it.
– It’s on auto pilot.
It is out of position.
Dammit!
[ROD:]
Damn,
it sank like a stone.
Sorry, Richard,
I just lost it.
[RICH:]
It’s all right. We’re going to take a look. Stand by.
– Gamma-ray burst.
– No!
That would explain the communications blackout, as well…
Look at the window, Sam.
I can see foliage from here.
A burst that size, there wouldn’t be a trace of life. I’d be a wasteland.
I tell you, it was a solar storm.
Or an impact of some kind.
Asteroid or comet.
Where’s the evidence, Carl?
A storm
or an impact that size would have left a pretty big mark.
Could have hit the ocean and disperse.
We were prepared for something of that size. We would have gotten out.
Jon, back me up here.
Gamma-ray burst.
You’re both wrong.
It wasn’t external, but internal.
An agressive and virulent virus.
{to be corrected}
It was a human error or ecological disaster.
{to be corrected}
Either way, it came from Earth.
{to be corrected}
What. It happened in a day?
Nobody would have heard something?
{to be corrected}
Pre-industrial, means that it has not killed everyone.
{to be corrected}
There will be survivors and forms of contact.
{to be corrected}
I find it hard to believe that the virus kills the radio antennas.
You asked for my opinion,
I gave it to you.
What about aliens?
What if we iniciated first contact,
and then they wiped us out?
You know, like inquisitors and Aztecs? Or…
or whatever the equivalent of small pods it was?
So a race of aliens showed up…
{to be corrected}
And distributed diseases,
killing everyone.
And then just left?
– It’s posible.
– You are no longer allowed to speak.
Enough.
Any of you’ve got a pen?
Rich? You gotta see this.
– Where is everybody?
– I don’t know.
{to be corrected}
Lewis!
I come now.
{to be corrected}
Get it off me.
{google translation}
Wait, there’s a hole in your costume!
{to be corrected}
– Listen, I come back after you.
– It does not matter.
{to be corrected}
I’ve already lost 20% of my oxygen.
{to be corrected}
APU is not working. I have an electric barometer at the core.
{google translation}
– Wait, I have it.
– I’m watching my costume.
{to be corrected}
Damn, I’m sitting tight.
Hang on!
{to be corrected}
At my signal.
1, 2, 3 ..
Rich?
Rich!
Rich!
{to be corrected}
Do not forget.
Obvious signs of plant life.
All right.
Given everything we know
the signs point to some sort of coronal mass ejection.
And, if large enough,
the radiation could have
a devastating effect on the population.
Not bad.
If that’s the case,
where’s everybody?
I mean, it would have been survivors.
Right?
{to be corrected}
Hey, thought I’d lost you, boss.
{to be corrected}
How are you?
– A little hot.
– Funny.
{to be corrected}
Your radiator fluid is overheated.
It is my well.
{to be corrected}
Had to reset both.
They are stable enough.
{to be corrected}
Let’s get you up.
{to be corrected}
– Let’s get you back to the vessel.
– No, let’s look around.
{to be corrected}
I do not know, Rich.
You were hit hard.
{to be corrected}
If I have the way back, it is not easy.
{to be corrected}
Here!
{to be corrected}
– How do you think it happened?
– I do not know.
but I’m gonna find out.
{to be corrected}
About 8 km.
8 hr of oxygen left.
You’ve got 8.
I’ve got 6.
{to be corrected}
The best thing would be to start at the manifold.
{to be corrected}
And see if we can join it.
{to be corrected}
It sounds like an excuse for you to explore more.
{to be corrected}
We should continue.
We stop when we find something.
{to be translated}
Yes, of course.
We run out of oxygen?
{to be corrected}
Or we can fall and break a leg.
{to be corrected}
Or if we’re lucky, we fall from exhaustion.
Come on.
{to be corrected}
At least we can explain why we lost touch.
Don’t say anything, Rod.
– Time Codes By: Monteque -
– Translated to Danish By: Monteque -
– Thanks to IceDuck for help -

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Well, the only thing I know is she’s got a wedding ring, no husband. We gotta find out if the husband’s around. She have any family? According to these pictures over here on the table, she does. Check with the building to see if they have any surveillance tapes, find out if there were any guests in the last 12 hours that she might have had. – You know, her other slipper’s up here. – Yeah? Well, I’m just saying, it’s improbable that somebody would wanna walk down the stairs with one slipper. Well, it’s late at night, she wants to go to the bathroom, she forgets her slipper. She’s disoriented, you know? There’s only one point of impact and it’s severe enough that she fell from a 12-foot height, not rolling down the stairs. You’re right. What are you on, Twitter? Put the phone away. I mean, it’s within the realm of possibilities that she might have been thrown. Right? “Now that the apartment across the hall is vacant “I would like very much to discuss purchasing it for myself. “I don’t mean to take advantage “of Mrs. Lonnigan’s passing so quickly, “but one must admit that the sweet darling had a good life, “and in fact, lived longer than most people would actually desire.” NYPD. Open up. “Please also take into consideration “that I first declared my interest “over two years ago, after she first fell ill. “I shall await your earliest response. “Best, Abigail Clayton.” So, can you tell me about the tenants that live across the hall from Mrs. Lonnigan? That’s, um… That’s Abigail Clayton. Abigail Clayton. Well, can you tell me about her? Well, not… Not really, sir. I’ve actually never met her. You’ve never met her? No. I’m very sorry. Klandermann. Yes. Just a few more hours, actually, is what I’ve been told. Can I get a coffee? It’s unavoidable, yes. We’re so sorry for the… Yes. It is a disturbance. You’re… Yup. Thank you. I’m sorry. What were you asking me? You were saying that you’ve never met the tenant who lives across… No. No, no, I haven’t. I’ve been here now… It’s been 11 years. Oh, my. She was in the apartment before I arrived, yes, so we’ve never met. In 11 years, you’ve never had any interaction with her personally? That’s not completely true, sir. Every day or night at a specific time she will pass a letter to me underneath the door. I’m the only one in the building who communicates with her. Food, clothing, you name it, I deliver it. I leave it in the hallway, I knock, I leave. She never goes out. Ever. Yeah, so, in that sense, we have had communication, yes. That’s a little strange. Well, this is Columbus Circle, sir. Nothing seems strange around here. All right,I’m gonna have to ask you to come into the station… Really? …after you get off. What time will that be? Is that absolutely… 30. I get off at 9:30. Yeah, so… I’m gonna go try one more time. Miss Clayton?? Open up, please. It’s NYPD. I know you’re in there. Look, I tried to call, I… I just need two minutes of your time. Fine. We can do this one of two ways. You can let me in now and I’ll make it short and sweet or I’ll come back later with a warrant and a bunch of other guys. And from what I understand, you won’t like that too much. All right, fine, I’ll get a warrant. Creepy hallway. Hello? Oh, hey. Uh, Ma’am, I’m so sorry. I just needed to talk to you about your neighbor, if I may. I didn’t know her. I’m sorry. I’m very busy right now. Look, nobody… I’m gonna come in here for a second. I’ll shut the door. Look, nobody’s in trouble. I’m just following protocol. I just needed a few minutes of your time. You live right across the hall from her. Right. Wow, this is a really beautiful apartment you have. Is that what they teach you in detective school? Charm me with false praise and then we’re sitting down for coffee? Well, if you’re offering,you know, I’d love a cup of coffee. I… in the morning. I came from another case, I’ve been up all night. Coffee would be great. You cook? – Yes. – Are you expecting somebody at this hour? I imagine that you already know the answer to that one. Okay, you got me. That was dishonest. I, uh… I was just trying to break the ice. Yeah, well, I’m not interested in breaking ice or engaging in small talk, so I’d very much like it if you would just get to the point so that I can get on with my morning. So no coffee? How long have you lived here? You wanted to talk to me about my neighbor? Thank you. Uh… Yeah, that’s right. This is really nice. She was old and it’s my understanding she was sick for quite a while. I don’t know. Well, from what I put together, uh, she was feeling a lot better. You know, she liked to take the stairs instead of the elevator. She preferred to walk instead of taking a cab. Hmm. Well, if you say so. So, your concierge says that you don’t like to get out that much. I suppose so. Are you, uh… What is that? Um… Agoraphobic? Well, if you insist. No, no offense. You know, I suffer from arachnophobia. Really? Mmm-hmm. Yeah. That’s a fear of spiders. Well, what I wouldn’t do for a shoebox full of tarantulas right now. You’re pretty witty for a lady that doesn’t get out that much. Are you here to talk about me or Hilary? Hilary? That was her name. But I thought you didn’t know her at all. No, Detective, I did not. So why would you call her by her first name if you didn’t know her at all? All right. Are we done yet? No. Just a few more minutes. Um, over the last couple of days or weeks, were there any strange visitors or anything out of the ordinary that you were aware of coming from the apartment? No strange sounds last night when she died? Since I don’t know when she died, day or night, and since I’ve already made it cIear that I didn’t hear anything out of the ordinary coming from her apartment, then I’d venture to guess that we are entering into an area of… Hmm, redundancy? Okay, now we’re done. Thank you for the coffee. I’m gonna give you a couple of cards. If you think of anything, uh, call me. Thank you. I will. Hey, this is a really nice vase. It’s a little confusing, but it’s nice. I’m sure you could figure it out. Her name is Justine Waters, and she was known as “America’s little darling.” The sole heiress of the Waters fortune, estimated in the hundreds of millions of dollars, she mysteriously disappeared 17 years ago this month. Take a look at these home videos of Justine. They show her at the Waters family summer cottage in upstate New York. As you can see, Justine is being filmed showcasing her hula hoop skills. At the time, she held the world record of 14 straight hours. Now, there’s been much speculation on Justine’s whereabouts. Theories range from her running off with a Saudi prince to her being a victim of foul play. Now while the great and powerful Phillip Waters claimed until his death five years ago that he never stopped looking for his daughter, Justine’s 17-year silence remains the most talked about missing persons mystery to date. In the days leading up to what would become her historic vanishing act, it was rumored that 18-year-old Justine Waters had just become engaged to Prince Achmed Mustafi of Jordan. What did happen to Justine Waters? And will we ever see her again? I’m Jerry Penacoli for Extra. I’m wondering if you could help me identify this crest? – Interesting. – Yeah? Why is that? Well, this could be a family crest. This is the letter “M,” correct? Well, that was the intention. The drawing is rough, but… Well, where’d you find this? I can’t really tell you. I just need to find out what it is. Okay. I got a book in the back, something of an almanac, so to speak. Might be able to find a match. How long do you think… Oh, one second. Yeah, I went through all the evidence like you asked. Hey, put it out. Step on it. – Yeah, what do you got? – Not much. The only thing that might interest you are some prescription medications, but she was an old woman. Well, do we know who the doctor is? Yeah, some doctor in Westchester County. We got a name? Yeah, a Dr. Raymond Fontaine. Okay, one second. Let me give you my card and I’ll just wait for your phone call. All right, Frank. Take it easy. All right, thanks, Howie. Well, the view is definitely amazing. As you can see, we’re directly over Columbus Circle, which by the way, is the exact point from which all distances to and from New York City are officially measured. The owner completely renovated and refurbished the entire unit with all the latest and greatest amenities. Top-of-the-line kitchen by Pedini. There’s only two units on the penthouse level. Twenty-four-hour doorman, concierge. It’s a full-service building. And we are getting another offer later today, so… I think you guys are the right fit. If I were you, I’d make a move. What do you think? I love it. They rented the apartment! How could this have happened? I wrote half a dozen letters! I agree, Abby, this is simply outrageous. They haven’t returned any of my phone calls, either. Is there anything we can do to stop this? I will look into it immediately. I need to see you, Ray. Abby, I’m busy. I said I need to see you, Ray. I’m in the middle of something. Raymond! Now! You know, the police were here. In my home. Of course the police were here, Abby. And that doesn’t bother you? The police were here because Hilary died. She had a fall and they’re investigating her death. You live across the hall, so of course they’re gonna inquire if you heard anything suspicious. Once they deduce that her death was an accident, which it most certainly was, they’ll have no need to bother you any further. One of the detectives left me his card. Ray, how many wallets have I bought you through the years? Abigail, I’m attached to this. It was a gift from your mother on my first day of medical school. I’ll never part with it. It’s just that I don’t want things to change. Okay? I just need things to stay the same. I just need things to continue… Abby, Abby. …as they have been. This is a disruption. Well, if change is what you don’t want, I strongly advise that you stop inquiring about the apartment across the hall. And it’s sort of academic. The apartment is leased. And they’re gonna lead their lives just as Hilary led hers. Not a peep. Abigail. You’ve gotta trust me, girl. You’ve gotta calm down. I promise you, everything ‘ll be fine. Haven’t I always been there for you? And by “always,” I mean for the better part of your life. Okay, sweetie. Good morning, Mr. Stanford. Good morning. Oh, hello, sir. Klandermann. Mr. Stanford, if you don’t mind me saying so, I’ve got this sense that I know you somehow. Really? Yeah. It’s as if we… I don’t know, we met somewhere or something. I kinda get that a lot. I guess I just have one of those faces. Oh, yeah? Well, that’s probably it. Huh. Sure smells good coming out of that loft of yours. I’m guessing Miss Lillian’s the… Yeah, she’s the chef in the family. It’s amazing I don’t weigh 300 pounds. I don’t understand it. Son of a bitch! Well, it’s a little too late for that! You started it, Lillian! You son of a bitch! God damn it! Why are you doing this? Jesus! Tell me one more time to keep my voice down, I swear to God… I don’t want the help to hear. Who gives a shit? I’m not gonna talk to you when you’re like this. I just wanna go inside, okay? Charlie… You’re not going anywhere, bitch! Little slut! God damn it, I’m going back inside. We’re gonna finish this. Just shut up! Oh, you don’t want the help to hear! Well, I’m paying them enough to plug their ears! God damn it. You’re drunk! I want to go back inside. You’re not going anywhere. Bitch! Did you just hit me? Is that what you did? You don’t ever hit me! Bitch! I’m sorry! Don’t ever hit Charlie! Do you understand that? Remember where you come from. Remember, you bitch! Help me. Please. Do I call 911? I don’t want him to go to jail. You have to stand up. Stand up! Help me. Stand up! It’s okay. Be quiet. Lillian. Just don’t let him in. It’s Charlie. I’m sorry. Please just open the door. Come on, I’m sorry. Let’s just talk about this. Lillian! Shit. Please… Lillian, open the door. Open the fucking door! Oh, great. Mmm. Mmm. Thank you. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. What are you sorry for? I’m just sorry because you’re involved now in this. And I didn’t mean for this to happen. Well, you needn’t be sorry. He works so hard and when he works, he sometimes gets stressed and when he’s under a lot of pressure, he drinks a lot. And I think I set him off, and I don’t mean to. I feel so bad. Why are you making excuses for him? ‘Cause you really don’t know him. He’s a really, um… Reliable guy. Stop apologizing for him. Stop it. I do love him. Why would someone kill a violinist? This job really sucks sometimes. Why would an 80-year-old woman wanna jump off her balcony? See this here? This is how I like my crime scene. That over there is a torso, a head, and right down here… Oh, God. What the hell is that? You see, this is what a murder scene looks like. What, so you don’t think this is a suicide as well? You, my friend, are a sick bastard. I’m just saying, nine years on the job, it just doesn’t add up. What’s interesting is the girl across the hall. Oh, I see what this is about. What, she’s hot? Yeah, she was attractive. I knew it. No, here’s the thing. I ran her through the system, right? Please. There’s nothing on her. She doesn’t have a social security number. She doesn’t have a driver’s License, nothing. A woman like that, living in Columbus Circle, with all that money? It just doesn’t make sense. You know, she hasn’t left her apartment in years. This is New York City. It’s a town full of nuts. No, she didn’t look crazy. How did she look? She looked like a victim. Mmm… Oh, my God. I can’t believe I fell asleep here. What time is it? Oh, wow. Almost nine hours. Oh, my God. I’m sorry if I invaded your space. It’s all right. Would you like me to pour you some tea? No, no, no, that’s okay. I just… I need to get going. Thank you, though. Oh, God, Charlie’s gonna kill me. It looks like he already tried to do that last night. Does it look bad? Do you have a mirror? It’s right there. I feel so stupid. I do. I just feel so stupid. I don’t even know you and here I am dragging you into this. It’s all right. It’s all right. Don’t. Don’t. Why don’t you sit down? I’ll pour you some tea. Thank you. You’ve been so nice. I’m sorry. Charlie’s not such a bad guy. I don’t want you to hate him. Well, he made a terrible first impression. I know. He did. Can I ask you a question? Why don’t you like having any visitors? I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry. That’s what the real estate agent said. Well, I guess I just decided a long time ago that I’d rather be alone. That’s not so strange. Sometimes I just wanna run away and be somewhere where nobody knows me and I could just start over. I know. So what did you do? I told you. He was coming back. So I went out into the hallway and I brought her in. The hall? You went into the hall? You know, she reminded me of… Well, you know, you were there. And… Well, I was… I was just a child then and, well, I wasn’t gonna just stand there and watch this happen. So you called the police, of course. What happened? Well, when she woke up this morning… “When she woke up”? You mean she slept over? Well, it was hardly a slumber party, Ray. She was injured and she passed out. What’s her name? Lillian. Is she still there? She left. She gonna be safe there? I don’t know. Oh, Abby. What are you gonna do now? You know as well as anyone this sort of thing only gets worse. I don’t know. It’s not my responsibility, right? Maybe you should consider that now that you’ve helped her she’ll likely come back to you for help again. Have you thought about what you’re gonna do next time? Gimme a mini. Yeah. Schmear? I just know I don’t wanna be involved. It’s a little late for that. And Abigail, it’s unfair for you to give her refuge and solace and then when she comes knocking again to ignore her. Maybe you could be proactive and talk to her, help her. I don’t know. Well, it’s something to consider. She’s your neighbor. You have something in common. Maybe you should have her for dinner, over to your pIace. I don’t think I’m entirely comfortable with that idea, Ray. Think about it. All right. Are you eating? Bagel with a schmear. You really banged me up. I’m sorry. I mean it. I love you. Thank you, Bubba. You’re welcome, Miss Hart. Miss Lillian, can I help you with that, please? I’m sorry! I’m terribly sorry! I’ve got it. No, don’t, wait. You having fun down there, Klandermann? No, sir. No, sir, not at all. I was just trying to help with… I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Let me help. Oh, good. This… I shouldn’t see that. It’s fine. Okay. All right. I’ll get the elevator. There we are. I’m so sorry. I was trying to help. Don’t worry about it. There were just so many bags. I didn’t realize… It’s fine. It’s not all for me. I bought you a new tie. A new tie? A new tie. A new tie? Yeah… Right here, sir? On the counter, please. Uh-huh. Excuse me, sorry. Thank you. Everything all right, Klandermann? Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Well, no. That’s, uh… That’s where I found her. Found who? Mrs. Lonnigan, the previous tenant. What do you mean? Well, that’s… I was the one that found her. Right here. They said she fell down the stairs. I didn’t know that. She was such a sweet old lady, too, you know? Everybody loved her in the building. Always had something sweet to say and always made everybody smile. The whole building loved her, really. That’s so sad. I’d just never seen anybody die before. What do you mean? She wasn’t dead yet when I found her. No. We got a call, the tenant down below, Henderson, they heard a real loud… And I raced to… And the door was unlocked, which is quite unusual for a building like this, I’ll tell you that. And, uh… But it seemed as if she were still trying to speak. What was she trying to say? Oh, I have no idea. See, I’d never seen anything and there she… It was… It was awful, so it’s all kind of a blur now, you know. Yeah, that’s a shame. I mean, I have an idea. I shouldn’t say that. I haven’t told anybody this before, but when I found her it sounded like she was trying to say, uh, “Why?” “Why?” But it was a “Why me? “Why did this happen to me?” kind of “why.” Does that make any, uh… I’m so sorry. I should not be here. I’m so sorry to take up your time. Do you need any help unloading these bags at all or… I’ll remember how I know you, Mr. Stanford. I swear I will. I’m so sorry I haven’t. All right, let me know when you do. Sure thing. What was that about? He thinks he knows me. Does he? I don’t think so. Hi. Sorry. This, um… From… You’re good? Thank you. Please come see me when you are alone. Abigail. Before you moved around, you were just in Bakersfield that whole time? Bakersfield, California. My mom drank, mostIy to get away from my father, who also drank. Was he abusive? That’s pretty much why I left, because I couldn’t take it anymore. I was 15 and I had $7.20 to my name. And I had fallen in love with Charlie and he’s pretty much just taken care of me. I couldn’t… I couldn’t stay with someone who hurt me. I mean, we have a good time, but I don’t really… I wouldn’t really have anything without him. I just couldn’t do it. So what’s the alternative? Would you like some more wine? Yes, please. So where’s your family? My mom died. And your father? Oh, he… He’s dead, too. Were you close with them? I was close with my mother. Mmm-hmm. My dad… My dad drank as well and he’d fly off the handle. He’d go into these rages. And he would beat my mother and me when I tried to protect her. Mmm-hmm. My father could control anything. So you grew up rich? I suppose. Well, I grew up in the trailer park. Lucky me. Do you have any brothers or sisters? Just me. No. Just me, too. So how’d you disappear? Haven’t I always been there for you? My father had a friend. My father had a friend and he knew how bad my father could be and what he was capable of, so he helped me to… He helped me. You know, I didn’t intentionally… I didn’t set out intentionally to not go out again. I just… You know, I went to the grocery store and I’d sneak out at night, go to Central Park. I was always amazed at how quiet everything was. Such a big city. I wanna take you outside. There’s this fIower shop. It’s a block away. I wanna take you there. It smells so incredible and I wanna pick out your favorite flowers. And then a block further is this rare bookstore that smells kind of musky and it has the most incredible books, and there’s this window seating and we can pick out some books and read together. I don’t think I’d feel safe. I would be with you, protecting you. You can’t stay in here for the rest of your life. Look at you. You’re so beautiful. You’re stunning. I wanna take you out into the world. You smell his lavender? Let’s see if he’s in the backyard. This is a nice house. I should’ve been a doctor. Hello? You smell paint? Oh, for Christ’s sake. My good shoes. My mom’s gonna have a fit. I just painted that porch. I’m so sorry. We had no idea. I’m so sorry. You must be Dr. Ray Fontaine? Yeah, I’m Detective Frank Giardello. This is my partner, Jerry Eaans. Two detectives and you couldn’t figure out the porch was freshly painted? We’re really sorry. We were wondering if we could have a few minutes of your time. Sure. Would it be all right if we spoke out here? Uh… Oh, yeah. That would be fine. Yeah, we wanted to talk to you about Mrs. Hilary Lonnigan. Sure. What about her? Well, I’m sure that you’re aware that she… She passed away a couple of weeks ago. Of course. I was her doctor. Yeah. Could you tell us about her health? She’d been ill for a while. – Oh, yeah, she was ill. – With what? – Cancer. – Mmm. It was in remission, actually. Any dizzy spells, anything like that? She never complained of any. She did have tendencies to push herself. She was one of those people who didn’t like standing still. – Why? – Well, she was pretty badly injured. Well, she did fall down the staircase. Yeah. What are you suggesting? Oh, no, no. We’re not suggesting anything. We’re just trying to find out whether or not we, uh… We have a homicide on our hands. We’d like to see her medical records, if that’s all right. Of course. I’d need a subpoena. Doctor-patient confidentiality. Of course. Why don’t we do this? Why don’t I give you one of my cards… Thank you. All right. …and we’ll be in touch. It was a pleasure to meet you. Yeah, it’s good to meet you. – What’s your dog’s name? – Oh, this is Digger. – Digger? – Yeah. All right. Thanks. All right. Oh! By the way, do you know Abigail Clayton? Uh, again, Officer, doctor-patient confidentiality. Oh. Yeah. We don’t want to take up anymore of your time. Thank you. Thank you. You gentlemen have a good evening. You, too. Stop that. Well, I didn’t ask him if she was a patient. I asked him if he knew her. You’re doing good. You’re doing great. Amazing, Abigail. Abigail… Lillian, why are we even doing this? I don’t want to leave. We’re doing this because it’s good to get out of the apartment. You’re doing beautifully. Look at you. That’s enough, Lillian… No, no, no. Okay, okay. Great. You’re doing great. I don’t feel well. It’s okay. I know. This is far enough. You’re doing great. I’m here for you. I’m here for you. Abigail. Hold the door. Oh! I got it, sir. I got it. Come on in. There you go. We’re gonna at least walk to that table over there. No, I think… I think we’ve gone far enough. Everything all right tonight? Uh-huh. I’m not ready yet. Okay? Okay. Hey, this is me. I just remembered where I know you from. One, two, three. Come on! There you go! Good! Great job! Great job! BeautifuI. Oh, God. You must be Abigail. You feeling all right, sweetheart? Here, let me help. Don’t touch her! Don’t touch her, please! Just don’t. Okay? Okay? Don’t, don’t. Please don’t. Charlie, please. You ladies have a good night. Just stay here for a second. No, no! Please don’t go in there! Please don’t! Charlie, what are you doing? I don’t want him to see anything in my apartment. Stay right here. He’s violent! He’s in my apartment. Abigail! When you get her out of her apartment, I install some computer software so that when she goes online, we’ll be able to get her banking password. Right. Got it. Got it? It’s like stealing the identity of a ghost. Exactly. She wants to remain hidden. And after we’ve got the money, who the hell is she gonna run to? We’ve got her account information, her social security number, her signature, but we still need to get your fake ID. It’s just so perfect. We’re talking about hundreds of millions of dollars. No more nickel and dime shit. Just sunsets and mimosas, baby. And once we get the password we’re home free. Happy birthday. Thank you. I love you, baby. I love you. Abigail, please! What is he doing in my apartment? You can’t. You can’t follow him. He’s been drinking! Abigail! He’s been drinking. You can’t, no. He gets really violent. You don’t want him to hit you. You don’t want him to hit you. You know what it feels like. Stay here. Hey! That’s not my apartment. I’m right here. I’m right here. Abigail. I wanna go home. I live in here and this is how I want it. I want to be alone. This is how I want it. You did a great job tonight, Abby. I cannot have people in my life. I cannot have you in my life. If he is in your life, I can’t… No, I wanna be alone. I wanna be alone. I wanna be alone. I’m really sorry about Charlie. Stop apologizing. He’s… He is dangerous and he will only end up hurting you more than he already has. Please go. Please go. Thank you so much for dinner tonight, Abigail. – First new message. – 17 p.m. Mr. Stanford? It’s Joe Klandermann. I guess now I should call you Charlie since we go back, huh? Anyway, if you’re having trouble remembering me, think back 12 years ago to a holding cell. Rahway Prison? Remember? You were about to do a five-year stretch on some con and I was on my way out after doing a deuce. Good times. Yeah. Enough reminiscing. Meet me at the coffee shop around the corner on 59th Street right after I get off work. We need to talk. You’re gonna cut me in on whatever scam you’re running, Charlie. I don’t know what it is, of course, but you living here means it’s gotta be big. Yeah. Don’t make me wait, partner. Damn it. You’re crazy attacking me! You’re a dead man! You hear me? You’re a dead… Tonight’s top story is the bizarre death of a wanted felon on Columbus Circle. We go now live to Diane Weiss, who’s on the scene. Apparently, Diane, the man was strangled before being hit by a bus? Yes, Ginger. Police believe the victim may have been fleeing from an attacker. However, the victim, Joseph Klandermann, whose real name was Nathaniel Muskit, was a wanted felon. Charlie? Muskit disappeared nearly 12 years ago and had alluded authorities for that long. Charlie? He was convicted in 1998 for running a Ponzi scheme that bilked investors… You killed Klandermann? Charlie? Charlie, we don’t kill people! Lillian. No, Charlie. This is the one. This is the one we’ve been waiting for, Charlie! He could have turned us in. I made a decision to protect us. You made a stupid decision, Charlie. I don’t wanna run from the cops! You don’t have to be scared. Okay? It’s gonna be fine. It’s okay. What does that say? He wants to see us. Klandermann’s dead, Ray. He’s dead. I know, I heard. Are you all right? I don’t know. I don’t know. What am I gonna do? They will get a new concierge. Ray, you know I can’t trust a new concierge. I can’t trust a new concierge. Klandermann had been here so long. How am I gonna trust a new concierge, Ray? Ray, I need to see you. I can’t right now. I… I promise I’ll come by later. Please, Ray? I really need to see you. I’ll see you later tonight. You just relax. Take a long breath now. For me, okay? This has gotten completely out of hand. I understand. No, I don’t think you do. It’s all over the television. I mean, Mrs. Lonnigan was one thing. That had to be done. And so did Klandermann. Charlie? But there was a mistake made with Mrs. Lonnigan. What are you talking about? What is he talking about? When were you gonna tell me this, Charlie? This is not the time or the pIace for this. Ray, what do you mean “mistake”? There was obviously a serious error made. We wanted to talk to you about, uh, Mrs. Hilary Lonnigan. The police were here, investigating a homicide, not a slip and fall of an 82-year-old woman. I don’t make mistakes. Oh, apparently, you do. Otherwise they wouldn’t be investigating a homicide, Charles. Jesus Christ. Now thanks to me, Mrs. Lonnigan lived a long and prosperous life, three years longer than I anticipated, and there’s only a certain amount of time one can wait. But this is over now. We need to discuss an exit strategy. No, there is no exit strategy. We’re one e-mail away from a fortune. Charles, how long do you think it’s gonna take for them to figure out I’m the one who owns the apartment? That I paid for the whole thing? It’s my money! Once they figure that out, it’s a short walk in the park for them to put together who Abigail is. And what we’re all up to. We need to discuss an exit strategy. He may be right, Lillian. It’s just a shame. Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go water my plants, get over to Abigail’s, take out her trash, pick up her cIeaning, and give her a foot massage to calm her down, thanks to you. I guess I’m doomed to take care of this woman the rest of my life. What do we do? Let me try to talk to him. Lillian. Please go in the house and make it look like it was robbed. – Did you roll the body? – Yeah. Did you get the phone? It wasn’t in the house? It has all our information. I know. Do we walk? No. We don’t walk. We’re… We’re too close. With no money, how far would we get? Look, we knew that if things went wrong, we’d have a backup plan, and we do. We… We have to force her hand. We have to do it now. It’s gonna be okay. Please! Please, I need you! Open up! Hurry, please! Please! Open up! Let me in! Open the door and let me in! He’s gonna kill me, Abigail! Please! Please, Abigail! Open the door, please! Please, Abigail! Please! Open the door! Open the door! Oh, my God! Charlie, calm down! Calm down! Think you’re gonna leave me? No, I’m not, I swear! Huh? You gonna leave me? I’m not gonna leave you, Charlie! Please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Okay? No, no, no. No! Don’t you… Bitch! Get back here! Gimme the gun! Gimme the gun! The gun! Gimme the gun! I’m gonna shoot you, Charlie! I’m gonna shoot you! You’re gonna shoot me? I’ll shoot you, Charlie! Do it! Charlie. Stop! Oh, my God! Stop! No! What are you doing? Stop! Oh, my God! No! No! Get off him. Oh, my God! What are you doing? What are you doing? Charlie! Charlie, no! Charlie, no! Charlie, wake up! Wake up, Charlie, my baby. Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Charlie, wake up! Wake up, Charlie! You killed him, Abigail! What have you done? No! I didn’t do it. No, you did. You shot him! No! My baby. Oh, Charlie. I have to call someone. Charlie, don’t leave me. Abigail, no, you can’t call anybody! Are you crazy? Nobody can know about this. No, Abigail! We just murdered Charlie. We have to leave. We have to get out of here. No, no, I can’t go anywhere! We’re one e-mail away from a fortune. I’m all alone and I don’t know what to do now and I need to go. Please, Abigail, help me. We need to scrape whatever money we can together and I need to get out of here. Okay? I have money. I don’t have any cash. We can transfer money from my account. And once we get the password we’re home free. I wish I could talk to Ray. No, you can’t talk to Ray. You can’t talk to anybody. I trust him. Look at me. We can only trust each other now. Mmm-hmm. Really? Are you kidding me? You’re positive? Same guy? So what’d you find out? Well, I don’t think that this is an “M” you brought me, Detective. What do you mean? I think it’s a “W.” And if it is, it could very well be the crest for the Waters family. Are you familiar with the Waters family? Yeah, of course, of course. Yeah. This is incredibly exciting. Is there any chance that you could tell me exactly where you saw this? I’m sorry, I… I can’t do that. I just found out Mrs. Lonnigan’s apartment was paid for by a corporation. Apparently, she was a nanny for some rich family. Guess who runs the corporation? Dr. Raymond Fontaine. Really? Let’s go pay the good doctor a visit. Thanks, Howie. Anytime, Frank. The porch was repainted. Anything? Dr. Fontaine? Hello? I’ll go this way. Frank. Check this out. Ray, Ray. It’s not mine. I’m heading out. Why don’t you go take a shower and by the time you’re ready, I will be back. And then we’ll take care of… Don’t go anywhere. Where would I go? Miss Clayton, it’s Detective Giardello. Yes, Detective? Look, I’m not calling with the best of news. My partner and I tracked down Dr. Fontaine and I’m sorry to inform you that, um, he… he was found dead. He’s been murdered. If you are who I think you are, I think you’re at the center of something very dangerous. I’m sorry, Miss Clayton. What do I do? Look, we’re on our way. We’re gonna be there in an hour. Don’t leave and don’t answer the door, all right? Thank you, Detective. Let’s go. I just know I don’t wanna be involved. I think you should have her for dinner. I wanna take you outside. She reminded me of… Well, you know, you were there. Well, I was… I was just a child then. No, you can’t talk to Ray. You can’t talk to anybody. You’ve gotta trust me, girl. Excuse me. I’d like to see someone about closing an account. That would be Mr. Ross, the bank manager. His desk is right over there. Thank you. Giardello. Detective, this is Abigail Clayton. We’re on our way. Is everything all right? On your way? Yeah, since we last spoke. Since we last spoke? Two weeks ago? No, we spoke less than a half hour ago. No, you must be mistaken. I was in the shower. I didn’t take any calls. That wasn’t you I was talking to? No. Oh, my God. How can I help you? I’d like to close out an account. All right. You can hang on to this. All righty. Account closure. Um… May I have the account pass code, please? Hulahoop14. Oh, there we go. All right, Miss Clayton. Everything appears to be in order here. Wonderful. Now, before we finish, I’m required to ask you a few questions. I apologize. It’ll just take a few minutes of your time. Justine Waters has decided to come out of hiding. Out of ink. Oh, it’s gonna be one of those days, all right. She will be at the Waters Bank, 59th and Broadway. All right. Were you at any time dissatisfied with our service? Glad to hear it. She goes by the name Abigail Clayton and… May I ask, what are your reasons for withdrawing your money? She’ll be wearing a black dress. I’m leaving the country. Wonderful! Are you going to Europe? I was just in Paris with my fiancée. We stayed at… Oh, God, what is the name of that hotel? It was great. It had these butlers in it and… Oh, man, what is the name of that hotel? Excuse me. Fellas, how’s it going? Looks like you guys got a busy day ahead of you, huh? Make sure you stay hydrated out there. Remember, only stop at the red lights and the short skirts, huh? Are you all right? Yes… Yes, I’m… I just need to hurry. I have a plane to catch. Ah. Leaving things till the last minute, huh? A woman after my own heart. My father always says, “If you didn’t do it at the last minute, “you didn’t do it right.” That’s funny. Yeah. He’s a funny guy. Finally, is there anything we can do to improve? No. You’ve been great. Well, thank you. Okay. So… Are there any other questions I can answer for you before we Liquidate your account? Yes. Can you give me the account balance? Not a problem. Seven-twenty. 720 million? You want it all in singles? Are you gonna buy France? Oh, my God. 720 million. Oh, my God. You are a card. No, $7.20. So did you want that in a cashier’s check? $7.20. Is that… Is that not accurate? I had $7.20 to my name. Miss Clayton, are you all right? What are you doing here? I left. I couldn’t stay there anymore. You made sure of that. Can we go someplace and talk? I don’t think there’s time for that, Abigail. I made some phone calls. Phone calls? I called a whole bunch of people. I mean, you’ve been in hiding for a long time. This is your big coming out party, Abigail. Why do you keep calling me Abigail? That’s what you told the man your name was. Didn’t you? That’s what you wanted to do. Steal my life, look like me, steal my money. Or maybe it’s Justine. I’m sorry. I have so much to tell you. Gee, I don’t think we have much time, so I hope it’s not a long story. Please. There’s gotta be another way. You should leave. There’s a body in your apartment. Black dress, black dress. Excuse me! Excuse me, are you Justine Waters? Go away! No! Where to? Kennedy Airport. What’s all that about? They just found that girl, Justine Waters. Oh, no kidding. No bags? No baggage. So where you going? Someplace safe and warm. Ah. Safe and warm. I always wanted to go there myself, ma’am. No, not… Not “ma’am.” You can… You can call me Lillian.

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“NCIS: Los Angeles” Blye, K., Part 2 – 2012

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NCIS: Los Angeles
Is my partner under arrest?
It appears your partner
only joined NCIS
to track down those she believes
responsible for his death.
The last time
I felt so powerless
was when I was 15.
And the military police
had no answers
about your father’s death.
I know what happened
to your father.
What are you talking about?
The man that’s
killing off the team
killed your father.
What is his name?
Kensi!
Anyone see Kensi go down?
No. Kensi!
Kensi!
Sniper! Stay down!
You find the shot?
Had to come from the west,
probably high ground.
Might still be there,
might not.
Well, there’s only
one way to find out.
Let’s move.
Kensi’s gone.
Harris chose this place
’cause he thought it was safe.
Well, Harris ran out of safe
places a long time ago.
I’d take the shot from up there.
On the ridgeline.
Stay with the body, Nell
Guys, I got
Kensi. She’s on a park camera
on a fire road above
you, moving south.
It looks like she spotted
someone and ran after them.
Limited camera coverage.
This is not going to be easy.
Who else knew about
the rendezvous?
Just us and Alex Harris.
Sniper’s hide.
The shooter had plenty
of time to set up.
He must’ve known
they were going to be here.
Guy’s a pro.
Kensi must have
gone after him.
So she’s armed, pissed off,
and hunting down the one guy
who knows what happened
to her father.
Sucks to be him.
Kensi?
You don’t have to do this alone.
Remember that favor
you owe me, Hetty?
Consider us even.
Kensi!
Original air date on February 28, 2012
Where is she, Eric?
Our last contact with Kensi
was at the carousel.
Now she’s gone dark, and will
most likely stay that way
until she wants to be found.
She can dodge
surveillance in her sleep,
and the chances of her
using a credit card
or cell phone are
pretty much slim to none.
She’s off the grid.
We need to focus on
what we can control.
Where’s Granger?
He seems to have gone dark, too.
Okay, does anybody
want to talk about
the giant elephant
in the Ops center?
Granger’s the
only one besides us
and Harris who knew about
the rendezvous in the park.
Let’s look at this
from every angle
before we jump to conclusions.
Let’s start with
the common theme:
Granger, Harris and Kensi’s dad
were all part of the same
black ops unit in the ’90s.
That would be Detachment:
Oscar-Sierra.
18 kills in 11 countries
over three years.
Most of which were made
to look like accidents.
And all the guys in the
unit are now dead.
Granger’s gone dark, Hetty.
He’s the only one that could
put the pieces together.
But we’ve got a pretty
good idea where he’s head
Track him down,
and bring him to me.
Uh, Mr. Deeks…
Yeah.
Kensi is determined and lethal,
but she will turn up,
and when she does…
she’ll need a friend.
Understood.
Prepare to turn right.
Turn right. Turn right.
Continue straight for 2.3 miles.
LAPD’s reporting
an incident at the corner of
Cahuenga and
Hollywood Boulevard.
Witnesses say a young woman
with dark brown hair
beat a man twice her size,
then sped off
with his car.
That’s my girl.
No. I don’t mean
that kind of “my girl,”
I mean the other
kind of “my girl.”
“The other kind
of ‘my girl.”
And what kind would
that be, exactly?
Find my partner.
Narrowing down a description
of Kensi’s car.
Then I’m starting a search.
The place where
Harris was killed
had limited camera coverage,
but the carousel’s
a different story.
So what do we got?
It looked like
she was chasing someone,
so I pulled some footage
from a few seconds before.
Let’s see…
Freeze it.
So that’s what the elephant
in the room actually looks like.
Your destination
is ahead on the left.
Let’s say Kensi
tracks down the man
who killed her father.
Then what?
She’s a federal agent
who swore an oath to
uphold the Constitution.
She’ll have him
taken into custody
and tried for his crimes.
Or she kills him.
Revenge is not what we do.
I hope you’re right, Sam.
So do I.
Talk to me, Eric.
We’ve got an image
of Assistant Director Granger
fleeing the park
after Harris was killed.
Somebody had to leak the
location of the meeting
to the shooter.
It was either Granger or Harris.
Harris seemed pretty intent on
walking away from this alive.
All right, well,
the good news is,
I’ve located the car
Kensi’s driving.
It’s a rental equipped with GPS,
last destination programmed
into the vehicle an hour ago.
Residential address in Encino.
Property records show it’s
owned by one Julia Feldman.
Now, Deeks is on his way.
Unless Kensi dumped the car
and walked off,
that’s where she’ll be.
Tell Hetty we’re almost
to Kensi’s apartment.
What’s up, killer?
You don’t have to shoot me,
I didn’t mean that literally.
What are you doing here?
Just came to beat up
some bad guys,
save the damsel in distress,
and ride off into the sunset.
Oh… Oh, don’t
make me laugh.
Feels like someone’s
grinding an ice pick
into my ribs every time I move.
I parked your car around the
corner if you want to take off.
Who said you could drive my car?
I just got it washed.
Okay, just for future reference,
badass rogue operatives don’t
care if their car is dirty.
I’m not done here yet.
You took a, uh, high-velocity
round to the torso.
The least you can do is let me
take a look at the damage.
Kensi…
You took your time.
Did you hit traffic?
Put down the rifle.
Unless you replaced Director
Vance without my knowledge,
I’d strongly suggest
you try it this way:
“Put down the weapon, sir.”
Do what he says, Granger.
Or what, you’ll shoot me?
Point taken.
Hang on.
The place has been searched.
It wasn’t me.
So we won’t find
your fingerprints?
You won’t find
anyone’s prints.
What happened
at the park?
I wasn’t the one shooting
people, if that’s what you mean.
Still think
Kensi’s a suspect?
I did at first.
But someone at NCIS had
to consider the possibility.
Now I know there’s
more to it.
This either hasn’t been
fired recently
or it’s just been cleaned.
It’s time we had a talk.
We’ve got the place for it.
Your boatshed, Agent Callen?
You gonna put me
on the “bad side”
of that interrogation table?
You’re about to find out… sir.
You gonna tell me now
why we came to this house?
Because the man tailing me
was headed here.
Did you guys
question him yet?
You didn’t exactly leave us
a lot to interrogate, Kens.
The guy’s in ICU.
I defended myself
with reasonable force, Deeks.
Right.
So what happens now?
What happens
when you catch up
with the guy
who took a shot at you?
You gonna ask him if
he killed your father?
Pull the trigger
if he says yes?
What if I do?
We don’t just smoke whoever
stands in our way.
That’s the difference
between us and them.
Speak for yourself.
I am speaking
for my…
Wow, this is usually how
the dream sequence starts.
Deeks?
I’m sorry.
You got… a little bit
of a… bruise.
Really?
Hold your breath.
Oh, my God.
You got
a cracked rib.
It’s not broken. If it was,
you’d puncture
a lung at that angle.
Yeah, well, I got lucky.
A center-mass hit would have
torn through the vest.
Okay.
Oh, really?
Now you turn around?
What’s this got to do
with the woman who lives here?
Hetty.
Owen.
Gentlemen…
thank you.
I’ll take it from here.
Shall we?
Got popcorn?
So, you’re gonna remind
me of our history together?
I’m going to insist
you tell me
what the hell
is going on.
I didn’t kill Alex Harris
or any members of
Donald Blye’s black ops unit.
Nor did I try
to kill Kensi
or ransack her apartment.
Whoever did is a very busy man.
He’s also been dead
for six years.
Peter Clairmont.
The commanding officer of the
black ops unit in question,
formally known as Oscar-Sierra.
I had two suspects in this case:
Kensi Blye and Peter Clairmont.
Now that it’s clear
that she’s innocent,
I know Clairmont’s really alive.
Explain.
Your team was under
the impression
Clairmont was killed
while working
as a private contractor
in Afghanistan back in ’06.
So was I until I looked
at the incident report:
car accident in Kandahar.
Details of the crash
didn’t track.
So, I began
to consider the reasons why
Clairmont would want to vanish.
So Clairmont faked
his own death in 2006.
Why not before?
Why not after?
Now that I think of it,
2006 was a special year.
Kensi Blye joined NCIS.
Granger said the first thing
she did was start pulling files
of the men who were in
her father’s old unit.
If Clairmont discovered an agent
with questions
about her father’s death
was digging up the past,
I can only think of one reason
for him to disappear.
He killed Donald Blye.
The question is why?
You don’t have any proof
that Clairmont killed
Kensi’s father, do you?
Callen, Sam, the last phone call
Harris made was
to Downrange Partners.
It’s a military contractor
who currently employs a man
who’s a facial recognition match
to Peter Clairmont.
Granger’s right.
He’s definitely alive
and working under the alias
“Peter Nelson.”
Thanks, Nell.
Harris must have discovered
that Clairmont was picking off
the old unit.
He could have tried
to cut a deal.
Like exchange his
life for Kensi’s.
Clairmont betrayed him.
Tried to kill two
birds with one stone
at the park.
Which means Granger was
not the one that leaked
the location.
– All right, I got to bring you in.
– I need a favor.
All right, if you think
that I’m gonna let you
go out and do this
on your own,
it’s not gonna
happen, Kens.
Forget favors.
I’m taking you back.
I need you to keep
the woman who lives here
in protective custody.
Just please do this for me.
Why is she so important?
Because she’s my mother.
I thought your mother was dead.
I never said that.
Yeah, but you never
mentioned her,
so I just assumed that she…
you know, had passed away
or that you…
We just haven’t spoken
for 15 years.
She lives 20 minutes
away from you.
Deeks, I need help.
Okay, then I’ll bring
you both in.
No. Somebody tried
to kill me today.
I’m the target.
That makes my mother
leverage.
So the closer she is to me,
the more she’s at risk.
I understand that.
Okay.
Hold on a second.
It’s Deeks.
Deeks, it’s Granger.
Put your partner on.
Yeah.
It’s for you.
Who’s this?
It’s Granger.
And what do you want?
I want the same thing
you do: closure.
Granger’s on our
side, Kensi.
There’s a man from your
father’s unit who’s still alive.
Peter Clairmont.
You knew?
He’s in old photos with my dad.
I thought I saw him
a few minutes ago,
but I wasn’t sure,
so I let him live.
Now I’m sure.
She let him live?
Clairmont killed
your father, Kensi.
Looks like he went after
their unit
because you’ve got
too close to the truth.
What truth?
Officially, your father’s unit
has 18 kills,
but in fact, it was 19.
That last one was an American,
Brad Stevens.
It was made to look
like a heart attack.
Who is he?
He’s a journalist.
The last story
Stevens filed
was about international
aid in Haiti.
A week after
Stevens was killed,
your father allegedly died in
a car accident at Camp Lejeune.
You could say
it was a coincidence,
but this group of men
didn’t do coincidence.
The rest of Oscar Sierra’s
targets were
either war criminals
or terrorists.
They were all foreign nationals.
Marines don’t take going after
their own countrymen lightly,
Kensi.
Stevens left behind a daughter.
She works for the
Los AngelesTimes.
Her name’s Megan.
I tried to reach her
over the years,
but she’s always reluctant
to discuss her father’s death.
Mm, she’ll talk to me.
Figure out the best way
to approach her together.
But right now, Deeks
is bringing you in.
No, he’s not.
We could get over
there fast.
Maybe we ought to let Deeks
play this one out.
I agree.
Did you just hang up on them?
Yeah. I’ve got to go talk to
this woman named Megan Stevens.
Kensi…
No, no, no, Deeks.
I-I know they want you
to bring me in.
I’m not talking
about what
they want, all right?
Forget what they want.
I’m talking about
us, all right?
I’m your partner.
What makes you think
that I’m gonna let you
do this by yourself?
Because you’re my partner.
And this is my mother…
and you’re the only
person I trust.
Okay, I’ll keep her safe.
Thank you.
I will come back in
as soon as I talk
to Megan Stevens.
That’s a promise.
What do you, what do you want
me to say to your mother?
Like, what am I,
what am I supposed,
what am I supposed
to say to her?
That you’re gonna see her
soon? That you care about her?
That you love her?
Like, what am I supposed to say?
I don’t know.
Okay.
Can I help you?
Yeah, uh, Mrs… Mrs. Blye.
I was, once.
It’s Feldman now.
Right. I, uh…
I’m Detective Deeks, LAPD.
Have I broken the law?
Actually, I have no idea.
Have you?
Not that I’m aware of.
That’s good,
’cause that would actually
make this more awkward
than it already is.
And it’s
pretty awkward.
I need you to come with me.
You’re in danger.
There’s a man
named Peter Clairmont…
He was just here.
He’s an old friend
of my ex-husband’s.
Peter’s a threat?
Yeah.
You okay?
I know Kensi.
I actually work with her.
My daughter’s a cop?
Kind of.
Did she send you?
Yeah, she did.
I tell you what.
If, um… you come with me,
I promise you’ll see her soon.
You clearly don’t know the first
thing about my daughter and I.
If you did, you wouldn’t make
promises you can’t keep.
But…
I’m willing to take my chances.
Hello?!
Megan Stevens?
Yeah. Can I help you?
My name’s Kensi Blye.
I’m a federal agent looking
into your father’s death.
Look, my father died
a long time ago.
I’d prefer not to talk
about it, okay?
I know. My dad died
a week after yours.
I think there’s a connection.
Thanks.
This is, uh,
Agent Callen,
Agent Hanna.
Julia Feldman.
Kensi’s mother.
You do know
you’re staring at me.
I’m sorry. We’ve known Kensi
a long time and, uh…
What he’s trying to say is,
it’s a pleasure to meet you,
and we’re glad
you’re safe, ma’am.
Manners of a military man.
Navy.
Please, have a seat.
Thank you.
So, my daughter’s
a federal agent.
One of the best we’ve got.
You find that hard to believe.
Last time I saw Kensi,
she was dressed as
a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle,
and her favorite New Kid
on the Block was Joey.
Where is she?
We’re taking another look
at your ex-husband’s death.
Is there anything you
can tell us about him?
Kensi thinks I betrayed
her father for another man.
She never forgave
me for it.
Every day, I wake up
wondering if I should’ve just
told her the truth.
I’ve caught myself wishing
I never learned the truth
about my father.
Lies made for
nicer memories, you know?
Mm-hmm.
That’s the reason
I never really wanted
to talk about my
father with anyone.
I know the feeling.
Don told me that he had
joined a new unit.
But the things
he said they were doing,
well…
let’s just say they were
a long way from the Marines.
I found my dad’s
medical records.
Heart attack didn’t
make any sense.
Well, did you look into it?
Of course I did;
I’m a journalist.
Never found a
shred of evidence.
What about you?
Did you find something
about him or…?
Well, I don’t have any proof.
But I can confirm
that your dad
didn’t die of natural causes.
Who killed him?
I don’t know.
Sure you never
found any evidence?
Damn.
That’s is my office.
I’m late for
a meeting.
Sure.
Someone stopped by.
Family friend.
I waited for Don
to leave the house,
and then I took Kensi with me.
I lied.
Said I fell in love
with a guy in Boston,
and we were moving there.
We got as far
as Nevada when she ran away.
A few days later,
Don called to tell me that
she showed up at his doorstep.
I knew I’d lost,
but I had him put Kensi
on the phone anyway.
She said she
never wanted
to talk to me again.
Daddy’s girl
till the end.
You know more
about your dad
than you’re telling me,
don’t you?
Kensi said she was
gonna come back
after she talked
to Megan Stevens.
But instead,
they traded shots
and Kensi killed her
in self-defense?
Maybe Kensi fled because this
isn’t the real Megan Stevens.
This whole setup was a trap.
So Clairmont must have assumed
that Kensi found out
about Brad Stevens and
his connection to her father.
She could’ve killed Kensi the
moment she opened that door.
Instead, she
invited her in.
Meet the real Megan Stevens.
Hands bound,
shot in the head.
She was questioned
and executed.
LAPD said someone
searched the place.
Clairmont’s looking
for something.
Megan didn’t help him find it.
Searched Kensi’s apartment, too.
So is this guy in town
to kill people
or win a scavenger hunt?
Go ahead, Nell.
I’ve identified the woman
who was posing
as Megan Stevens.
Her name is Anya Fournier.
She’s a Corsican-trained
operative
who’s on payroll
at Downrange Partners.
That’s the same
military contractor
that employed Clairmont after
he allegedly died in 2006.
He brought a whole team.
Nell,
any way of telling
what we’re up against here?
Oh, I’m on it.
Anybody else wondering
what the world’s deadliest
New Kid on the Block fan
is doing right about now?
This is Deeks.
Kensi?
Kensi, is that you?
Are you okay?
Kensi, talk to me.
Kensi?
Cross-referencing
facial data points
of our known
Clairmont associates
against worldwide
law enforcement databases.
The database shows
a set of surveillance photos
dated back six months ago.
Looks like Clairmont
and his team were hired
to protect an American
CEO in Croatia.
Local police
kept tabs on them.
Can we identify
Clairmont’s team?
Multiple pictures.
I’ll run it through Photofuse,
try to create
a better image.
Isolating the clearest angles
from each one.
Let’s see what we get.
Okay, guys,
smile for the camera.
Mm, nice work.
Okay, running facial rec,
pulling up the files
on Clairmont’s team.
We got ‘em.
All ex-military, all shooters.
I guess you
really are Donny’s little girl.
He wouldn’t give up either…
until I beat him to death
with my bare hands.
You really think
you’re better than he is?
There’s only one way
for you to find out.
You don’t know me, Clairmont.
Staying alone is the only way
to guarantee
you’ll be the one
that kills me in the end.
This ends today.
I’ll be waiting.
Brad Stevens was targeted
in 1997.
We still don’t know why.
A week later, Clairmont
kills Kensi’s father.
But nine years pass by,
Kensi joins NCIS,
starts asking questions.
Clairmont realizes his past
is catching up with him,
fakes his own death.
And it worked until he heard
that Kensi was
questioning guys
in his old unit.
Starts killing
them off.
Where does Assistant Director
Granger fit into all this?
Certain point, it became
personal for him, too.
So I just got off the phone
with a retired newspaper editor.
One of his reporters: none
other than Brad Stevens.
And guess what?
The story he was working on
when he died
wasn’t really about
international aid in Haiti.
It was about Peter Clairmont.
In 1997,
Clairmont got drunk at a bar
in Port-au-Prince,
he killed a civilian.
Stevens puts that story out,
Clairmont’s cover’s blown.
He would have lost his command
and got put
in prison.
Stevens died,
story was never published.
We got to tell Granger.
He’s with Hetty.
Megan Stevens kept
a safety deposit box;
they’re arranging for a warrant.
Uh, guys, there’s a call
coming in on the secured line.
It’s originating from
Julia Feldman’s house.
Hello?
It’s an open line.
That’s weird.
Her mother’s still
back in the boatshed.
Kensi.
She’d know Clairmont would have
that place under surveillance.
If Clairmont lured her
to the house,
he’s gonna have her trapped.
No, it’s Kensi
luring Clairmont there.
He’s the one
who’s gonna be trapped.
She’s going to kill him.
I was beginning
to think you wouldn’t turn up.
I told my team
to stay outside.
You really want to know
the truth about your father?
Donny lost sight
of his mission.
Forgot
he was a Marine.
My father devoted his life
to serving this country.
Wrong!
Brad Stevens was a threat
to this country.
A threat to our unit.
Donny didn’t agree; dumb son
of a bitch never saw it coming.
As he laid there
bleeding out, he tried
to convince me he had evidence,
one day it’d all come out.
Is that what you’ve spent
the last 15 years searching for?
Evidence?
What are you gawking at?
It’s just been a long time
since you’ve been operational.
I lost Clairmont once.
I’m not letting it happen again.
What are we
up against?
Clairmont’s team,
as many as four shooters.
Good thing I
showed up, then.
Stick with me, cowboy.
Federal agents.
Drop your weapons!
Your father
and I were friends once.
Brad Stevens was just
a difference of opinion.
Otherwise, we were the same.
My father was
a United States Marine.
You’re a killer who just
happened to pass through.
Kensi!
There’s plenty of
time to save him.
But I won’t do it.
Property of Megan Stevens.
Our records
show this box
previously belonged
to a Brad Stevens.
Uh, this is the search warrant
you asked for.
Thank you.
Thank you.
So how does it feel?
Feels like any other day.
Why did you come to Los Angeles?
Because it’s my job.
No, that’s not what I meant.
Why did you care?
This is Brad Stevens.
Your life is in danger
because of a story
you’re working on.
It’s about Peter Clairmont.
Who is this?
You don’t need to know.
Believe me when I say
you need to drop everything
and disappear now.
My dad tried to save him.
This is the evidence
that Clairmont
was searching for.
Let’s say I believe you.
How would I disappear?
Look up a man in DC.
His name is Owen Granger.
He won’t know
why you’re calling,
but tell him what I’ve said.
Granger’s a friend.
The only person I trust anymore.
Stevens didn’t get
to me in time.
Clairmont killed him
the day after your
dad made that call.
I didn’t know
your father
tried to
warn Stevens
until Hetty played
this tape for me.
And…
this is your father’s
sniper journal.
He wanted you to have it.
I don’t really know what to say.
Well, there’s
no hurry.
I just heard from
Director Vance.
He likes the work I’ve
been doing out here, so…
looks like you’ll be
seeing more of me.
Thank you.
So… we’ll be
seeing more of you,
Welcome back.
How does it feel?
People keep asking me that.
That tends to happen
when they care about you.
Well, I guess I know that things
will never be the same
for me, and…
it’s strange.
It’s also a good thing.
See you tomorrow, Kens.
I owe you an apology.
There’s a lot
I never told you.
I’ll settle for a beer every
day for the rest of my life.
I just dropped your
mom off at home.
You nervous?
I cut her out of my life,
and I never gave her a chance
to explain herself.
I don’t know how I will
apologize for that.
I don’t think
she wants an apology.
I just think she wants
her daughter back.
Night, partner.
June 6, 1996.
Dear Kensi,
my darling daughter:
Standard operating procedure
forbids me
from telling you
where I am right now.
I wish I knew where you were.
I wish we could
be there together.
Who knows?
Maybe one day, we will.
September 2, 1996.
I find myself wondering
what kind of a woman
you’ll become one day.
What will you look like?
Who will you be?
September 21, 1996.
Promise me you’ll always
remember this:
No matter how far away I am,
my home is wherever
you are, baby girl.
Wherever you are.
Federal agent, huh?
It’s been a really
long day, Mom.
But I made it.
Honey.
Oh… sorry.
You want
to come inside?
Yeah.

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“The Big Bang Theory” The Werewolf Transformation – 2012

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I’m just gonna run to the
store and get a few things.
I’ll pick you up
when you’re done.
Okay.
I like it a little better
when you stay, but all right.
Hey, Sheldon.
Hello. I’m here for my haircut
with Mr. D’Onofrio.
I’m sorry, Uncle Tony’s
in the hospital.
He’s pretty sick.
Oh, dear, Mr. D’Onofrio’s
in the hospital.
Why do these things
always happen to me?
I can cut it for you.
You’re not Mr. D’Onofrio.
I get my hair cut
by Mr. D’Onofrio.
You believe
this guy?
Excuse us for a second.
Sheldon, it’s okay,
he can do it.
He’s a barber.
He’s not a barber,
he’s the nephew.
He’s an example
of the kind
of nepotism that runs rampant
in the barbering industry.
Besides, Mr.
D’Onofrio knows
exactly how I like my
hair done because he has
all my haircut records
from my barber in Texas.
What are you talking about?
When I first
moved here,
I was nervous about
finding a new barber,
so my mother had all
my haircut records
sent here to
Mr. D’Onofrio.
There’s no such thing
as haircut records.
Yes, there are.
Have you ever seen them?
No, but my mother assured
me they were sent here,
and I’ll bet you
dollars to donuts
that this one
doesn’t have them.
Uh, excuse me.
Do you have access
to my haircut records?
Your what?
To paraphrase T.S. Eliot,
this is the way
the world ends–
not with a bang
but with a nephew.
Sheldon, you’re a grown man,
he’s a professional,
and your haircut is number three
on that poster from 1946.
Just sit down
and let him do it.
Fine, but if I come
out of this
looking like a dork,
it’s on you.
So my kid said
the funniest thing today.
Nope.
When you tell this story later,
the word we usually use is
“quirky.”
♪ Our whole universe
was in a hot, dense state ♪
♪ Then nearly 14 billion years
ago expansion started… Wait! ♪
♪ The Earth began to cool ♪
♪ The autotrophs began to drool,
Neanderthals developed tools ♪
♪ We built the Wall ♪
♪ We built the pyramids ♪
♪ Math, Science, History,
unraveling the mystery ♪
♪ That all started
with a big bang ♪
♪ Bang! ♪
Original Air Date on February 23, 2012
Can you pass
the Parmesan cheese?
Sure.
What are you doing?
I’m trying to get the hair
out of my eyes.
Sheldon,
you are one day late
for your haircut.
Thank you for captioning
my nightmare.
Lookie here,
I got my travel orders.
“Payload Specialist Howard
Wolowitz is requested
“to report to the NASA
Johnson Space Center,
“Houston, Texas,
for astronaut training
Monday 8:00 a.m.”
Yeah, but it’s from NASA,
so it’s 0800.
But it says
“8:00 a.m”"
You read it as “0800.”
It doesn’t have an
“O” in front of it.
You know what does have
an “oh” in front of it?
“Oh, my God, I’m an astronaut,
and you’re dying of jealousy.”
So, what kind of
things are they…?
Will you stop that?
I can’t help it,
I feel like a teen heartthrob.
You know, Sheldon,
I used to cut my brother’s hair.
I could do it for you.
Penny, I know you mean well,
offering the skills
of the hill folk, but, um,
here in town,
we don’t churn our own butter,
we don’t make dresses
out of gunny sacks,
and, uh, we sure as shootin’
don’t get our hair cut
by bottle-blonde…
Sheldon, be nice.
I’m sorry,
it’s the bad boy attitude
that comes with this hair.
You could go to my guy.
He’s at Juan-Juan
in Beverly Hills.
They bring you a cup of tea,
they’ll massage your scalp.
It’s about $200, but sometimes
you look in the next chair
and you see a superstar
like Tony Danza.
Have we actually changed
the conversation
from “I’m going
to astronaut training”
to “Sheldon can’t
get a haircut”?
Now who’s dying of jealousy?
“Oh,” it’s you.
♪ I’m a cowboy ♪
♪ On a steel horse
I ride ♪
♪ I’m wanted ♪
♪ I’m wanted ♪
♪ Wanted ♪
♪ Dead or alive. ♪
Sheldon,
you’re ruining girlfriend-
boyfriend sing-along night.
I’m sorry.
I’m looking for a barber
and I’m running out of time.
My hair is growing at the rate
of 4.6 yoctometers
per femtosecond.
I mean, if you’re quiet,
you can hear it.
What about Supercuts?
I tried once.
They do men’s and women’s hair
in the same room
at the same time.
It’s like Sodom and Gomorrah
with mousse.
Well, this isn’t
a crisis.
Why don’t you just let
your hair grow out a little?
Why don’t I let
my hair grow out?
Um, why don’t I start
wearing Birkenstocks
and seeking validation
of my opinions by asking
“Can you dig it?”
Well, I don’t know.
I think you might look
sexy with long hair.
The kind that flows down
to your shoulders
and blows back
while riding on a horse.
Bareback and bare-chested.
I’m gonna go brush my teeth;
it might take a while.
Hi, sweetie.
I miss you.
I miss you, too.
So tell me
all about your first day.
Oh, wow, where do I even start?
I got to experience
zero gravity.
Cool. How do they do that?
It’s pretty neat.
You get in this plane
that goes almost straight up
for, like, 20 seconds,
and then straight back down
like it’s going to crash, and
they do it
over and over again, you know,
no matter how many times
you throw up.
You threw up?
Yeah… and the craziest part
is, because there’s no gravity,
the throw-up kind of
floats there…
in a little ball,
if your mouth is open
because you’re screaming…
…sometimes it just floats
right back in.
Boy, does everyone laugh
at you when that happens.
That sounds mean.
Yeah, I would have laughed, too,
but I didn’t want the vomit
to come back out.
Anyway…
Oh, could you do me a favor
and overnight me
some more underwear?
Sure, why?
I got a look at the centrifuge
they’re going to spin me
around in tomorrow,
and I have a hunch
I packed a little light.
Mr. D’Onofrio?
It’s Sheldon.
They didn’t have
anything barber-themed
in the gift shop,
so I got you this.
I don’t know if you can read
his little T-shirt.
It says, um,
“Get well bear-y soon.”
Trust me, if you were even
a little conscious right now,
you’d be laughing.
Anyway…
There’s new studies that show,
people in comas are aware
of everything going on
around them.
With that in mind,
if you can hear me,
move away from the light
and toward the sound
of these scissors.
Can I help you?
Do you have something
I could use as a cape?
Oh, dear,
did we spit out our pills,
slip out of the ninth floor,
and go on a little adventure?
Oh, no,
no, I’m just here
to get my hair cut.
I-I see.
J-Jus-Just wait here one moment.
Security!
I got to run.
But not with scissors–
that would be unsafe.
So, if I move
my horsey here…
…isn’t that checkmate
and I win?
Well, is it
or isn’t it?
You know, I think this is
a good stopping point.
Uh, it’s your
first real game.
I threw a lot
of information at you.
Well, no,
I mean,
your king is trapped.
He can’t go here
because of my lighthouse,
and…
he can’t go here because
of my pointy-head guy.
Like I said, complicated game.
So did I win or not?
Did you have fun?
Because if you had fun,
then you are, you are a winner.
That’s, that-that’s
what chess is all about.
Hello.
– Hey.
– Oh, hey.
Sorry, Sheldon, I’ll move.
Eh, why?
My spot, your spot–
what difference does it make?
Okay, what just happened?
I don’t know.
Between you playing chess
like Bobby Fischer
and Sheldon being okay
with you in his spot,
I’m guessing someone went
back in time, stepped on a bug,
and changed the course
of human events.
Uh, sweetie,
are you all right?
No, I’m not all right.
It’s been six days since I
was supposed to get a haircut
and nothing horrible
has happened.
Okay, I’m sorry,
I don’t understand.
Leonard, explain it to her.
Oh, uh, he’s crazy.
I have spent my whole life
trying to bring order
to the universe
by carefully planning
every moment of every day.
But all my efforts–
our dinner schedule,
my pajama rotation,
my bowel movement spreadsheet–
it’s clear now,
I’ve been wasting my time.
Good. I’m taking that
disgusting chart off the fridge.
You know, Sh-Sheldon,
sometimes it’s nice
not knowing what’s coming.
I mean, look at me and Leonard.
We went out, we broke up,
now we’re trying again.
We don’t know
what’s gonna happen.
Oh, please, everyone knows
what’s going to happen.
But I see your point.
I think this could
be good for you.
Maybe it’s time for you
to shake things up a bit.
You’re right.
I should embrace the chaos.
Great.
What are you going
to do first?
I don’t know.
I could do anything.
All bets are off.
The world is my oyster.
I got it.
I’m going to put
on my Tuesday pajamas tonight.
I got to tell you,
I’m a little worried about him.
If I were you, I’d be
worried that a girl
who’s never played chess in
her life just kicked your ass.
Howie, what happened to you?
We did overnight survival
training in the wilderness.
Big fun.
Big, big fun.
I was gonna freshen up for you
but I blacked out a little
on the way to the bathroom.
Survival training?
Is that like camping?
Uh-huh.
Except you don’t
have food or water,
and they don’t have
a sunset Sabbath service
like they do
at Camp Hess-Kramer.
Do you sleep in tents?
I slept in a hole
I dug in the ground
with my bare hands.
And at some point
during the night,
an armadillo crawled in
and spooned me.
Poor baby.
But I did it.
I survived.
I wasn’t sure I was going to
when the sandstorm hit.
I just pulled my turtleneck
up over my head
and waited for death.
But somehow as I sat there,
wrapped in a cocoon
of my own neck-sweat,
I found that primal part
of the human spirit
that just wants
to keep on living,
no matter what the cost.
You’re so brave.
I’m proud of you.
I ate a butterfly.
It was so small and…
beautiful,
but I was so hungry.
Are you crying?
No, I don’t think it’s possible.
I’m severely dehydrated.
My pee is like toothpaste.
Howie, if you’re not able
to do this, come home.
It won’t change
how I feel about you.
Thanks, honey, but I can’t quit.
If I do, I’ll just be a guy
who had a chance to be an
astronaut and gave it up.
Well, is there anything
I could do to help?
Wait.
Send more underwear.
Don’t let this
be Sheldon playing bongos.
Hello, Leonard,
do you like my bongos?
Bet you didn’t know
that I had bongos.
Sheldon, it’s 3:00 o’clock
in the morning.
3:00 in the morning
is a good time for bongos.
I was sleeping.
Leonard sleeps
while I play bongos.
No, he doesn’t.
Leonard no sleep
while I play bongos.
Bongo solo.
Stop! Stop it!
Stop! Stop! Stop it!
– What the hell?!
– Oh, hi,
Penny, guess what?
Sheldon got bongos.
Why did you get bongos?
Richard Feynman
played the bongos.
I thought I’d give that a try.
Richard Feynman
was a famous physicist.
Oh, Leonard, it’s 3:00 o’clock
in the morning.
I don’t care if Richard Feynman
was a purple leprechaun
who lived in my butt.
Penny meant if he were
a purple leprechaun.
Penny forgot
to use the subjunctive.
Sheldon, go to bed.
You have work in the morning.
Maybe, maybe not.
Maybe tomorrow I start
a bongo band and tour the world.
No, no, hang on,
uh, uh,
Roommate Agreement.
No hootenannies, sing-a-longs,
or barbershop quartets
after 10:00 p.m.
Roommate Agreement?
Are you kidding?
We are living in a world
of chaos.
Roommate Agreement.
Where are you going?
Wherever the music
takes me, kitten.
I play bongos
walking down the stairs.
Oh! Oh!
Never play bongos
walking down the stairs.
Surprise.
What are you doing here?
I’m here to help you
get through this.
You can’t do it on your own,
you need someone
to take care of you.
Oh, I love you so much.
Oh, I love you.
Howard,
your bath is getting cold!
Don’t worry, once
she falls asleep,
I’ll spoon you
like an armadillo.
He showed up in the middle
of the night with his bongos.
I foolishly thought it was some
sort of musical booty call.
Poor guy.
He must have been exhausted.
Sheldon like to sleep
while Leonard play the bongo!
That was kind of uncalled for.
No, it was called for.
What’s going on?
All right, Sheldon,
this craziness
has gone on long enough.
Please come home
so I can cut your hair.
Penny, you’re not trained.
You’re not licensed.
Most importantly, you don’t have
access to my haircut records.
All right, honey, look,
we’ve known each other
for a long time now, right?
I’ve taken you to Disneyland,
I kicked a bully
in the nuts for you,
I sing you “Soft Kitty”
when you’re sick,
you’ve even saw me naked once.
I’m sorry,
what?
It was a long story.
Anyway, Sheldon, I promise
I know what I’m doing.
Please let me cut your hair.
Amy, what do you think?
There’s not a hair on my body
I wouldn’t let this woman trim.
Fine, let’s go.
Thank you for letting me
sleep on your couch.
There’s only so many times
a woman can say,
“How about the bed?”
What’s this
about Sheldon seeing you naked?
Oh, relax. It was just
her bottom and her breasts.
Almost done.
At the end of the haircut,
Mr. D’Onofrio
would tell me a dirty joke.
Sorry, I don’t know
any dirty jokes.
That’s okay,
I never understood them anyway.
Okay, what do you think?
Hm, well,
it’s a little Hollywood.
But I think
I can pull it off.
Well done, Penny.
Ha, told you.
Okay, I’m just gonna clean up
your neck a little
and then you are good to go.
Fun time.
Sorry, sometimes the clippers
tickle me.
Okay.
Okay, yep, we’re all done now.
It’s just… it’s good.
Let me just take that
away from you.
– Okay.
– Thank you very much.
You are welcome.
Yeah, I’m gonna have to move.

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“The Mentalist” His Thoughts Were Red Thoughts – 2012

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Body’s inside.
Victim’s name is
Gabriel Meadows.
Somebody hit him in the back of
the head with a blunt object.
Cleaning crew found
him around 1:00 am.
Any witnesses?
Local boys talked to a
co-worker, Dave Bisping,
who saw him here at
10:00 last night.
Rigsby’s meeting him at CBI.
What about the murder weapon?
Nothing inside. Maybe
the killer dropped it nearby.
Get a group of people together.
Search the area.
Trash duty.
Is there a problem?
No. Nothing.
All right.
When Cho shows up, grab him.
Spread the pain around.
All right.
Morning, Lisbon.
Is it morning yet?
Not quite.
Any prints?
None. But it looks like
someone wiped up.
Some of the blood is smears,
not spatter.
Was anything missing?
Looks like
his laptop was taken,
but whoever took it
was in a hurry.
They left his cell phone
and wallet.
Interesting, yes?
Because the murder and the
theft seem hurried, impulsive.
But the cleanup–
methodical and careful.
Almost as if it was carried
out by two different people.
You think somebody else
cleaned up after he was killed?
Why would
somebody do that?
Excellent question.
“Anti-Cult Activist Network.”
I’ve heard of them.
They expose fake religions,
rescue cult members,
stuff like that?
Meadows specialized
in one in particular.
Visualize. Wait,
that’s the cult that Bret Stiles runs.
– You got it.
Great. Great. We get to deal
with those wackos again.
“Wackos”?
That’s a little uncharitable,
Lisbon.
Uncharitable?
What do you mean?
Well, I always knew
that you were, uh,
closed-minded about Visualize,
but I never thought
you were actually bigoted.
I’m not bigoted.
Well, of course
you would think that,
because your preconceptions
blind you.
Use your eyes. Your eyes
are the gateway to truth.
I actually have no idea
what you’re talking about.
I know you don’t,
but he does.
Excuse me?
You’re a member of Visualize.
No, I’m not.
Yes, you are.
“Your eyes are the
gateway to truth”–
Visualize dogma.
You’re the only one that
recognized it.
Look, uh, I don’t know
what you’re after.
I’m just trying
to do my job.
Well, let me explain.
A critic of Visualize
was killed here this evening,
and a member shows
up at the scene.
That can’t be an accident.
You’re the one
that cleared all this up.
Well, that’s crazy.
I don’t think it’s crazy.
What’s your name?
Downs.
Were you involved in this,
Officer Downs?
No. No.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
You’re gonna have to
come with us.
We’re gonna have to
search your car.
– Stop him! Somebody stop him!
– Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Let me go!
This is religious persecution!
Pre-member bigot!
Sticks and stones
may break my bones…
but names will never hurt me.
We’re testing your
uniform for blood,
and we found this
in the trunk of your squad car.
Your watch commander vouched
for your whereabouts
at the time of the murder.
We know you didn’t
kill Meadows,
but you did clean up
the crime scene,
making it very difficult
for us to find the killer.
Why would you do that?
Hello?
Mr. Bisping, you set up
A-CAN with Meadows, right?
Yeah.
How’d he get into
the anti-cult business?
Uh, Gabe was born
into Visualize.
When his parents
died five years ago,
he sort of woke up.
Um…
his younger sister
is still in Visualize.
Everything he did
was about getting her out.
All it did
was get him killed.
Visualize has a lot of enemies.
Why would they target Gabe?
To shut him up.
Gabe was a fierce researcher.
He broke a lot of embarrassing
stories about Visualize
for our web site.
He was hitting
the inner circle hard.
The inner circle?
They help Stiles
run Visualize.
It–it’s sort of
his College of Cardinals.
What was Gabe working on
before he died?
Murder.
From the early days of
Visualize back in the ’70s.
Gabe thought Stiles
killed a rival of his
to consolidate his power.
He dig up any evidence?
He told me last
week he was close.
Now he’s dead.
What do you think?
How’s the spy?
He hasn’t moved since
we brought him in.
It’s creepy.
Well, it’s not surprising.
He’s a member
of a brainwashing cult.
The thought of a clean mind
is terribly frightening
to you,
isn’t it, Patrick?
Bret Stiles.
The brainwasher-in-chief.
Ah, Agent Lisbon,
it’s been far too long.
Why are you here,
Mr. Stiles?
I’m the spiritual advisor
of a man that you’ve imprisoned,
and I was told
that Patrick here
tricked him into revealing that
he was a member of my church,
which, of course,
is not a crime.
He tampered with evidence.
That is a crime.
Well… if you let me
talk to him, Agent Lisbon,
I’m sure
we can clear all this up.
Uh, what’s going on, Bret?
– Hmm?
– They’re not Visualize members.
They’re professional muscle.
You don’t trust your own people
to protect you?
What are you scared of?
Well, I wouldn’t want you
to mistake me for Red John
and shoot me.
Look at me.
Tell them everything.
I heard a report of the body
over my radio.
Got to the office
before the first responders.
Wiped the surfaces
for fingerprints,
wiped up some blood, too.
Meadows was an ex-member.
A non-person.
Whoever killed him was
doing Visualize a service.
You were duty-bound to help
clean up the evidence,
weren’t you?
No. I did it
of my own initiative.
You know, as a rule, we hope
to welcome back ex-members
into the fold.
We certainly don’t want to aid
their assassins.
What about the missing laptop?
Did you take that?
No. The computer was already
gone when I got there.
Hmm. That’s the truth.
All right.
Take him to booking.
Well, I’ve done
my good deed for the day.
If there’s nothing else,
I’ll be getting along.
Just have a few more questions.
Well, uh, could we
do it on the walk?
Uh, I’ve gotta get back
to running my religion.
Yes, your flock
won’t fleece itself.
Mr. Stiles, where were you last
night between 10:00 and 1:00?
What, uh, during the murder?
Let me see.
I was at Casper’s Bistro.
Had the roasted turbot.
It was a little dry.
We’ll check. I’m also
gonna have Agent Rigsby
get in contact with your people
to see what your schedule
was yesterday.
Of course.
Uh, I have one last question.
You did this
for a lowly drone.
Why is that?
Every man in Visualize
is like a son to me.
Every woman
is my daughter.
Ooh. How are those demons
of yours coming on, Patrick?
They’re still chasing you,
are they?
I’m chasing them.
Are you?
Seriously, I haven’t had
hot water in three days.
My landlord’s being a total jerk
and won’t fix it.
You should buy.
So I can deal with a bank
instead of a landlord?
Big step up.
Excuse me, agents?
We found something.
You should take a look.
They were stuffed
inside this old TV.
We almost missed ‘em.
Ooh, a lot of blood here.
Yeah, that suit
looks handmade.
If the tailor’s local, maybe
we can ID the owner.
“Gerard’s on Sutter.”
That’s in San Fran,
isn’t it?
Yeah.
What are you reading?
“Visualize Self”?
You thinking about converting?
Yeah, just brushing up.
Well, Stiles might have to write
his next book from jail.
His alibi didn’t hold up.
He left the restaurant
at 10:30.
– Well, that’s not like him.
– To lie?
No, to do it so poorly.
Van Pelt and Cho called in.
Tailor identified the clothes.
They belong to Bret Stiles.
All right.
We’re dealing with the head
of a multi-national cult–
a 900-pound gorilla.
We need to proceed
carefully and slowly.
Put together a timeline
of the day of the murder.
I wanna know where he was
every minute.
You got it.
We should pay Bret a visit.
Not until we have
an airtight case.
Where’s the fun in that?
Let’s get a stick and go
and poke this 900-pound gorilla,
see what happens.
Mr. Stiles.
Oh, Patrick. Agent Lisbon.
How nice of you to join us.
This is Cal Leben
and Jason Cooper,
two of
my most loyal lieutenants.
Your alibi for the Meadows
killing didn’t hold up.
You left that restaurant
hours earlier
than you told me you did.
Really? I must have been
mistaken. I’m sorry.
And, uh, we found bloody
clothes in a dumpster
near the crime scene–
bloody clothes
that belong to you.
Listen, I give clothes away
all the time
to Visualize charities.
Yeah, I’m sure you do.
Would you excuse me?
Rigsby, what’s up?
What’s going on, Bret?
Beg your pardon?
You know
this doesn’t look good,
yet you’re not asking
the questions that you should.
Why is it
that you’re not worried?
What does Bret Stiles
have to be worried about?
Well, he’s about to get
arrested for murder.
Bret, what’s he talking about?
Let it go.
Do you recognize this?
Well, let me see. Ooh.
Well, I suppose it could
be me giving a speech.
I give lots of speeches.
It was taken yesterday,
and you’re wearing
the shirt and tie
we found covered in blood.
Bret Stiles, you’re under arrest
for the murder of
Gabriel Meadows.
You’re gonna have to come
with us. Let’s go.
I said let’s go.
Uh…
Everyone, no cause for alarm.
Be at peace.
Thank you. Sorry.
Yes. That appears
to be mine.
Where did the blood
come from?
I don’t know.
Meadows was writing an article
on Timothy Farragut.
He thought
you’d murdered him.
Poor old Tim. He died,
oh, 30 years ago now.
Car crash on PCH.
And what if Meadows
found evidence
that it wasn’t an accident?
That would give you motive
for murder, wouldn’t it?
No. Because there’s nothing
to find.
Look, I’m not responsible
for Tim’s death,
or the demise of Mr. Meadows.
Then why does the evidence
say you are?
Well,
maybe I’m being set up.
And why would somebody
do that?
Tell me, Agent Lisbon,
do you enjoy watching
Patrick Jane
take over your team
and your life?
We close cases.
That’s all that matters to me.
Oh, I see.
So you’re telling me
that you love justice
more than yourself?
Come on. I mean, justice–
what is that?
It’s just an idea.
You are flesh and blood.
Why sacrifice
the real for the imaginary?
I’m not looking for a guru.
I’m looking for a murderer.
Well…
I didn’t kill anybody.
And if you keep insisting
that I did,
then… gonna have to
lawyer up.
He’s lawyered up.
It doesn’t give us
much time to nail him.
Where are we at
with the bloody clothes?
Lab confirmed the blood type
is A-Negative,
same as the victim,
but they won’t have the DNA
results for three or four days.
We don’t have that much time.
We need something else.
We’re still missing the murder
weapon and the victim’s laptop.
We’re gonna need to search
his house and office.
– I’ll get a warrant.
– Good.
Where are we at with
the Farragut motive?
Well, apparently, his notes
were on the laptop,
so that’s no good.
I have a file of his stories.
Meadows definitely
had a solid contact
feeding him inside information
about Visualize.
Any idea
on how to find the source?
Yeah, there’s an old hippie
named Randall Parker.
He’s an ex-Visualize member.
Meadows went to talk to him
last week.
Start with him.
What about Meadows’ sister?
She’s at Clearview,
the Visualize College.
Visualize has a college?
Apparently,
you major in yourself.
Ah. Patrick.
I wondered when you’d pop in.
Reading about you.
Gabe Meadows doesn’t paint
a very pretty picture.
Oh, surely you’re not going to
fall for gutter journalism.
One thing that’s consistent
in all these stories
is that you never actually
wield the knife yourself.
You always manipulate
someone else
into doing your dirty work.
That’s something you’d know
a little bit about.
Getting Red John to kill
the San Joaquin killer–
that was very nice.
Almost elegant, I’d say.
Yes, you’re coming along.
I’m doing
nothing of the sort.
You’re not very happy,
are you, Patrick?
Perhaps you feel a bit like
the sorcerer’s apprentice–
you’ve woken up a power
that you can’t control.
Tell me,
how is Rosalind Harker
enjoying life under
FBI protection?
Is she glad that you brought
Red John back into her life?
Are you enjoying this?
‘Cause I know you didn’t kill
Gabe Meadows.
I’ve been telling you that
all along.
But you’re not acting like
a man that’s being framed.
Even someone in your position
is gonna reach out for help
when being framed.
Jon Musashi.
I’m Mr. Stiles’ attorney.
This interview is over.
Hi, Jon.
Are you a member of Visualize?
Yes, I think you are.
Did you know that Mr. Stiles’
last lawyer was a murderer?
Whereas I am not.
And again,
this interview is over.
Excellent. Well, uh,
if you’ll excuse me,
always a pleasure.
Nice to meet you, Jon.
Jon…
thank you for coming.
Thank you.
Mr. Stiles, please…
We need
to tell them everything,
but I mean, you know me.
I don’t have to say that.
I mean, I’m the leader
of a church. I mean–
Mr. Stiles…
Really, I’m okay.
I’m glad to hear it.
No, I mean you can
go back to class.
Oh, my inner visions don’t
start for another hour.
Agent Lisbon.
Dean Nora Hill.
Ah. Thank you for taking
the time to meet me.
Happy to assist.
That will be all, Rose.
Thank you, Dean Hill.
Jessie Meadows is waiting
for you in Stiles Hall.
It’s an impressive campus.
Thank you.
4,642 students
from 27 countries.
Only the best
and the brightest young people.
How are the students
taking the news?
What news?
That one of the students’
brother’s been murdered,
and your leader’s been
arrested for the crime?
They don’t know about that.
They don’t need to.
But it’s all over
the internet.
They don’t have
the internet.
The mind suffers from junk
food as much as the body does.
We keep it away.
Does Jessie know
her brother’s dead?
Aren’t you gonna
tell her?
We’ll do whatever we can
to find out who did this.
I am so sorry for your loss.
Oh, Gabe.
I’m sorry he’s dead,
but he wasn’t
a part of my life anymore.
He’s still your brother.
He left me.
Left us.
That’s not
what a brother does.
Can you think of anybody
who may have wanted to hurt him?
Gabe published stories
about our community.
Some of the students here–
they didn’t like it.
Some of them even thought that
I was feeding him information.
Were you?
No, I wouldn’t do that.
I know you and your brother
didn’t get along.
He wanted to help you.
I think he wanted that
more than anything.
That was the problem.
I didn’t need his help.
He couldn’t see that.
I’m with my real family here.
Thanks for seeing me,
Mr. Parker.
Meadows broke a lot of
stories about Visualize.
Were you his source?
All my stories are
30 years old.
All I know about are
the old days.
Did he ask you about
Timothy Farragut?
Sure.
What’d you tell him?
Well, Farragut
was into dispelling
all the bad vibes
in the world.
I liked how that sounded.
A lot of people did–
people who felt guilty
about having too much money.
When did Bret Stiles
come into the picture?
’76 or so.
A year later, Farragut died,
and Stiles was the man.
I read the police report.
Farragut’s death seems like
an open-and-shut
drunk driving fatality.
Well, you notice
who wrote that report–
Sheriff Elliott Elswit.
Oh, he liked
those Visualize ladies,
and Stiles made sure
he met plenty.
So you’re saying that
the sheriff doctored the report?
Well, Farragut didn’t drink.
How’d he get so loaded
he couldn’t see a tree?
How do I get in touch
with the sheriff?
Elswit’s been dead 20 years.
A suicide, they say.
And you think that Bret
Stiles killed him, too?
You bet I do.
You think I’m crazy.
No, it’s just a lot
of conspiracy talk, that’s all.
Well, just because
you’re paranoid
don’t mean
they’re not after you
Hey. Where are you?
I’m back at the snake pit.
Visualize? Why?
Okay, so the Visualize attorney
shows up,
and Stiles starts acting
all weird and scared.
It’s just like a little show.
Hey, could you hold on?
Yeah.
Uh, would you mind giving
me some privacy, please?
Really? Go.
So Stiles is acting scared. So?
Well, it’s for the benefit
of the lawyer.
Whatever game he’s playing,
it isn’t aimed at us.
It’s aimed at Visualize, and
I’m here to find out why.
I’ll call you when I get out.
Okay.
Leben.
Mr. Jane.
Hope the whole
“arrest your master” thing
didn’t ruin your lunch.
No hard feelings, right?
Did you come here to gloat?
No, I can gloat from a distance.
I have a message from Stiles.
Hmm. What is it?
Sorry. It’s for
the entire inner circle.
Ah, you can give it to me.
I’ll pass it to the other
members of the circle.
Yeah, I-I don’t think so.
I think I need the whole gang.
Light the Bret signal.
Gather the pooh-bahs.
Come on. Let’s go.
Agent Grace Van Pelt,
I presume.
Mr. Stiles, I’m hoping you can
help me with something.
I’m trying to find
any property
held by you in the
state of California.
A car, a residence?
Please, Agent Grace Van Pelt.
Excuse me?
The helpless maiden routine?
Worth a try. Look,
I can’t find anything you own.
Well, that’s because
there’s nothing to find.
I have no house, no car,
certainly not in my name.
I’ve dedicated my life
to Visualize.
So there’s no place
for us to look?
Oh, no.
You can look and look.
You will not find.
You’re upset.
Something small, domestic.
A household problem.
But no, it’s not family.
But still, it’s…
connected to the home.
Landlord.
Petty dictator, no doubt.
Abuses you because he can.
Or because he’s a jerk.
He won’t fix–
You’re good.
Not as good as Jane,
but good.
The anger that you feel
is a symptom
of a deeper condition,
an organic rage,
if you will.
You know…
I can help you with that.
Not interested.
Close your eyes.
Come on. Close your eyes.
Visualize your anger
as a red cloud inside your body.
Take some deep breaths.
Exhale.
Let the red smoke
come out of your body.
Try it.
Red smoke?
Seriously?
Or not.
Your choice.
Mr. Jane, you have a message
for us from Bret?
Uh, no, not really, no.
Do you mind if I sit here?
Just can’t resist.
Looks too comfortable.
I don’t understand.
We were told
you had a message.
No, that was a lie.
I just wanted to get you all
together. Sorry.
Why did you need to get in here?
Get the lay of the land,
see who’s running the show
now that Bret’s in the clink.
None of us would presume to.
Bret Stiles is
still our leader.
Other members of
the inner circle are flying in.
We hold a vote
reaffirming Bret tomorrow.
Is that what you came here
to find out?
I came here to accuse one of you
of framing Bret Stiles for
the murder of Gabriel Meadows.
And judging from your reactions,
none of you did that.
Of course we didn’t.
Well, that clarifies things
considerably.
Well, either one of you framed
Bret Stiles…
Or you didn’t.
What does that mean?
Sorry. Can’t tell you that.
That is a police secret.
But you’re gonna love it
when you do find out.
Carry on.
You said you’d fix it.
Do you have hot water
at your place?
Yeah, it’s nice, isn’t it?
Fine. Whatever.
Well, what do you know?
Farragut had a commune
called Visualize
down at Big Sur
in the mid ’70s.
Just a few hundred members
and a promising young guru
named Bret Stiles.
Farragut crashes his car.
Stiles takes over.
Now the police report says
it was an accident.
Randal Parker says no,
Stiles killed Farragut
and the cop that made
the accident report
and Meadows, who was
investigating the whole thing.
That’s crazy.
I don’t know. I wouldn’t put
anything past Stiles.
Well, one thing’s for certain.
We can’t prove it.
But Meadows may have a source
inside Visualize who can.
– Any idea who that source is?
– No.
It’s definitely not the sister.
Who else is there?
Maybe Stiles knows.
I could ask.
He talked to me earlier.
Maybe I could get him
to open up.
What’d he say?
He showed me something.
Never mind. It’s nothing.
He’s trying to get to you.
What?
Okay. Take another run at him,
but be careful.
Hello, Grace.
You look refreshed.
You tried
my little trick then.
Works though, doesn’t it?
I wanted to ask you
about Timothy Farragut.
He ran Visualize
before you did, right?
No one ran Visualize
before I did.
No one.
Tim said things that people
wanted to hear,
but he didn’t know what to do
with the people who listened.
What do you mean.
Farragut was a dreamer.
Dreamers are useful
in their way,
but we don’t live in dreams,
do we?
We live in the here
and the now.
Did you kill him?
You’ve killed, haven’t you?
Someone who mattered to you,
who hurt you.
Did you enjoy it?
Really?
I’m told it gives the feeling
of great perspective,
like waking from a dream.
It…
changes you.
Did your friends notice?
A little.
But I think
it freaks ‘em out.
Of course.
They don’t have the imagination
or the vocabulary
to converse with you about it.
You know…
you’re like a little bird
that fell out of a nest,
but you don’t need the nest.
You need to fly,
and that…
I can teach you.
How was your trip
to Visualize?
Enlightening.
I need a little
more information.
Could Bret Stiles know what
blood type Bret Meadows was?
Sure. Visualize keeps medical
records on all its members.
And the source for Meadows’
stories was highly placed?
Way high.
Great.
Do you know
who the killer is?
Better.
I know how to catch them.
We need Stiles’ lawyer in here
first thing in the morning.
Did you get anything
from Stiles?
No. He’s not saying anything.
Van Pelt, you know how to do
that computer picture
makeover thing?
You mean Photoshop?
Yeah.
We got a lot of work to do.
On what?
Manufacturing evidence,
of course.
One of our people was
canvassing the neighborhood
and noticed
a traffic light camera
across
from the A-CAN building.
We blew up an image
and hit pay dirt.
That looks like blood to me.
What do you think?
Mr. Stiles?
Bret?
Meadows got evidence
that you killed Farragut.
That’s what was
on his computer.
So you killed him
and stole it,
but it was the cover-up
that got you.
We’re filing charges
against your client
and booking him immediately.
I’ll stay with him, of course.
It’s all right, Jon.
But, Bret, I think–
Jon.
A phony photograph, Patrick?
Worth a thousand lies.
So you’ve stooped
to framing me now?
Well,
you framed yourself first.
Well, that’s true.
I did, but you
never believed it anyway.
Well, I didn’t think
you were that stupid
unless, of course,
you were doing it on purpose.
It was a pity.
One of my better suits.
Shame to have to ruin it
like that.
Where’d you get the blood?
Oh, I have my sources.
The DNA won’t match,
of course,
but by the time
that comes to light,
I’ll know
what I need to know.
Which is which one
of the inner circle
wanted to take your place.
Well, it’s best
to smoke out your rivals
before they get too strong.
I appeared weak
because I wanted to see
who would reach for the crown.
Who did?
No one.
You overestimated the courage
of your bootlickers.
They’re all too scared
to make a move.
Oh. That’s why you doctored up
that ridiculous photograph.
Well, I figured if they wanted
to cook your goose
a little better,
I’d turn up the heat for them.
Well, thank you, Patrick.
I didn’t know you cared.
I don’t.
I did it to catch the killer.
You coming?
Where are we going?
Crash the party.
Oh, I love a party.
Oh, thank you.
I nominate Jason Cooper
to assume all roles and
duties as head of Visualize.
I second the motion.
Then we vote. I vote “aye.”
Well, I will not allow
false modesty
to tarnish the moment.
Bret Stiles is and always will
be the leader of Visualize.
Uh, I’m sorry.
Are we interrupting something?
Bret, you’re free.
We dropped the charges.
Looks like you guys
have been busy.
Hello, Cooper.
I see you’ve taken the seat
at the head of the table.
That’s very bold of you.
We thought–
What, you thought, what,
my corpse cold enough to loot?
Bret.
Mr. Stiles–
Do you really think that I am
weak enough to be pushed aside?
I mean, do–do you think
that I’m stupid enough
to get caught
with blood on my hands?
Tell me, Cooper.
Do I seem weak to you now?
Sit down.
Thank you.
Nice to be back.
Just one more piece of business
to, uh, clear up.
In the matter
of personal curiosity,
who of you voted
for Cooper here?
Well, I don’t see
how that’s important.
Well, that’s one vote,
obviously.
Who else voted for Cooper?
You did.
And you.
Yes, and you.
Oh, Bret, looks like
it was a landslide.
Well, Leben.
You’ve always been true to me,
I know.
I see.
I stood by you, Bret.
I told them they were fools
to doubt you.
Really?
Stiles is going down for murder.
Shouldn’t you have sucked up
to the new boss
like the rest of these folks?
The bloody clothes,
the security footage–
Stiles seemed very guilty.
You had to be 100% sure
he wasn’t.
How would you know that?
You’re the killer.
That’s ridiculous.
Is it?
You couldn’t warn the others
because then they would know
you were a murderer.
You voted for Stiles because
you knew he’d be coming back.
Damn you for
what you’ve turned me into.
So you were
Meadows’ inside source?
I fed him information
when it helped me.
You leaked stories that hurt
your enemies at Visualize.
My mistake was…
was letting him know
who I was.
Meadows was desperate
to connect Stiles
to the murder of Farragut,
and he thought I knew
something that could prove it.
Why not give it to him?
Doesn’t exist.
Do you think Bret Stiles
needs a smoking gun?
He probably did kill Farragut
and that sheriff,
but there’ll never be
any evidence to prove it.
I don’t believe you.
It’s the truth.
What do you think
Stiles would do
if he found out you’d been
feeding me information?
I sensed
that Meadows’ crusade
was pushing him to
desperate measures.
So…
I brought the hammer,
just in case.
I knew my name was all over
the laptop, so I took it.
I examined myself honestly,
and I find I feel no remorse.
150,000 people die
every single day.
Why should I feel anything
for one man, just ’cause…
Just ’cause
I was the cause of his death?
That’s a good question.
Sign here.
So that’s it then.
Thank you
for letting me watch this.
No problem.
Visualizing my anger
works really well.
Just returning the favor.
There’s so much more
that I could teach you.
Is there?
To be free
of doubt, anger, fear.
Let me show you the world
as you’ve never seen it.
Let me show you
you as you’ve never seen
yourself.
Great sales pitch.
But I’m sort of over bad boys
these days.
Thanks anyway.
Ms. Hill killed Gabe? Why?
There was political stuff
going on.
But I think mostly your brother
just wanted you to be happy
and to get out.
I don’t know what to do.
We were going through
your brother’s laptop,
and we found some videos
that he’d made for you.
Kinda like letters.
I thought you might like
to see one.
Happy Birthday, sis.
I hope it’s a good one.
I don’t know
if you’ll ever see this,
but I just wanted to say
that I’m proud of you.
I miss you so much, sis.
I know we don’t agree
about some things,
but, uh, I hope you know
that I’m always here for you,
anytime.
I’ll be waiting.
See you soon, I hope.
Are there more of these?
Yeah,
there’s a whole lot of ‘em.
Would it be okay
if I stayed to watch a few?
You can stay
as long as you’d like.
Ah, Patrick.
Always a pleasure
doing business with you.
There are many fearful men
hiding from my wrath tonight.
It’s a good feeling.
And the murder of Farragut goes
back in the cold case file,
so that’s a nice twofer.
Well, you didn’t
do too badly yourself.
You played a deep game here,
Patrick.
A mind like yours could’ve
developed a dozen ways
of tricking Nora Hill
without helping me
in my little power play.
Well, I’m flattered.
It was the easiest way.
You wanted me to owe you
a favor, didn’t you?
Mm. Well, all right.
I owe you.
You do.
Good night.
Good night.

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“Skins” Nick – 2012

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If your brother contacts you,
you come and see me
and I’ll call the police for you.
I just spoke to Matty
and you’re torturing him.
Look, you’re his girlfriend.
I’m no-one’s fucking girlfriend,
all right?
He’s only got us now.
No, Nick, he’s only got you.
You think the crash was my fault,
don’t you?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Come on!
What the fuck are you doing?!
Saving your arse!
I don’t need fucking saving!
Mates, then?
Cos I could really do with one.
What are you doing to me, Franky?
Well, though, that is the theory.
But, I digress.
Of course, I what I mean is,
why shouldn’t two seemingly
disparate forms merge – clash?
Yeah?
Absolutely. Tell me more.
Old boundaries, they’re like,
totally obsolete.
It’s time to… cross-pollinate.
Do you get what I mean?
This is fascinating.
Oh, that’s what Ctrl.Alt.Country
is all about. Pollination.
I can’t wait for you to hear it.
Me neither.
So, er… Neil, are you four…?
Nick.
Course. Are you four couples?
Oh, God, no.
Um… No, I have a very… rare
condition. It’s, um…
a sealed vagina.
She’s, er… smooth.
Like… Ken.
It’s sort of a membrane.
I know.
It’s tragic.
Jesus. So brave!
Well, I’d… I’d better go
and… tune up.
Right. They’re out of booze,
and those are guitars.
Time to do one.
Give me two minutes.
There are some seriously fucked-up
people in this house.
Depressives, STDs,
sleeping pills,
hormone replacements,
some fucking heavy painkillers.
It’s awesome.
That looks nasty.
It is. That’s the point.
Right.
Let’s take this baby for a spin.
I’d like to thank you all for
sharing this moment with us.
Oh, God, you’re kidding.
This is Digital Appalachia.
* Tear down the walls and let it
Tear down the walls and let it *
* Tear down the walls and
let it *
* Tear down the walls and
let it
* Blend *
* Tear down the walls… *
* Tear down *
* Tear down the walls… *
Oh, my God, that is foul.
This music is a twat.
Cool, Neil!
Now can we go?!
Sorry. Gotta go.
Sorry, mate. You’re crap.
Uber-crap.
Are you sure this is a good idea?
Don’t be a twat, Franks.
You can’t just steal.
One fucking minute.
It’s not stealing, it’s borrowing.
That is so fucking cool.
Nice one. Awesome!
Alex, we need to go. I’m freezing.
Give you a backy? My treat.
Fuck, you’re heavier
than you look!
It’s my massive balls.
Go on. It’s not far now.
It’s my turn.
Let’s do this. Hold tight.
Whoa!
Oh, fuck! Oh!
See you soon!
Fuck it, come on!
Hello? Franky?
Is that you in?
This place is awesome!
It’s just my room.
Stick some music on, yeah?
Course.
Nick. Eyes front?
Yeah.
Fuck!
Have you still got that joint?
It’s a bit damp.
Oh, it’ll live.
Nick…
What?
Franks…
Don’t spoil it.
Because I can’t, all right?
Is it about Luke, or…?
No! I just can’t, so leave it.
Yeah, course.
Look, it’s stopped raining, so…
Maybe you should…
Yeah. You’re right.
Uhh…
Nick?
Nick, can you… Can you hear me?
Matty! Fuck!
You…
You look like shit!
Of course I fucking look like shit.
Look, the net’s crap here,
so I need to be quick.
Mate, I’m coming home!
I’m coming back.
Nick! Did you hear me?!
Can you concentrate, please?
This is important!
I am, I am, I just got…
Listen, it doesn’t matter. All
right, I met some people, some guys,
and they’re gonna get me home
this week.
How…?
They’re getting me a passport,
flights, everything.
And, and… it’s legit?
What do you think?
Jesus, Nick, will you just go to
the guy and pay him?!
Pay him?!
Have you got any money?
Fuck. Dad’s away on tour.
He left me some for the house.
That’s a start, then.
“A start”?! How much is this
going…?
Look, I’ll send you the address.
You need to go today, Nick.
Today. OK?
I’ve got college.
Well, miss a fucking class!
This is important!
Sorry.
I’ll sort it.
Course.
And Franky! You need to tell her.
Tell her I’m coming home!
Tell her I…
I will.
Promise.
Oh, God!
Fuck.
Fuck.
I’m… here to see The Doctor.
Da li da ga posaljem gore?
The Doctor will see you now.
Top floor.
Hello?
Ah…
I’m Nick.
Sit, my friend.
Your brother tells me
you are resourceful.
Smoke?
No, thanks, I’ve got my own.
Have one of mine.
Drink!
Strong cigarettes, Nico…
for strong men.
Are you a strong man, Nico?
I need you to be strong.
We are not playing here, my friend.
Of course.
I need 2,000. Cash.
And I need it tomorrow.
Two grand?! I…
I don’t have that much. I’ve got…
700, maybe.
Put it away.
No. You get 2,000.
He gets passport and travel.
You want your brother back,
you get it.
He can be here in three days.
Three days.
Your choice, my friend.
Magnesium, right. Magnesium.
So, what do we know about magnesium?
No-one?
Fine, right, OK.
Inert through passivation.
It dissolves in seawater.
You might say it’s a pussy…
Sorry, I got held up.
Fine, cool. Find your partner, sit.
Right, where was I?
You OK?
Fine, yeah.
Yes, magnesium.
Lacklustre.
Uninteresting.
Unremarkable. Or is it?
For one thing, it’s the 11th most
common element in the human body.
It’s forged in the explosive
death throes of supernova stars!
Can you imagine the power,
the pure fury of that?!
It makes you feel helpless.
And yet, look at it now…
Are you sure you’re all right?
I said I’m good.
In a layer of grey oxidisation.
You’d never guess the fury
of its true soul,
until… you put it under pressure!
Put on your goggles!
Nick…
I’m fine! Fuck’s sake!
Your goggles.
Er…
Yeah. Right.
Turn on your burners!
And… watch.
You see? Its true self
bursts forth with the force of
the dying stars that brought it
into creation!
Like…
fuckin’ magic!
That, my friends, is inside
each and every one of you!
Waiting to be set free!
You just need the spark!
Aah! Fuck’s sake!
Nick.
Nick!
What?
What’s wrong with you?
I’m fine, all right?
No, because that’s bullshit.
Look, I can tell something’s
the matt…
You know what the matter is.
Look…
Right then, who’s gonna get smashed?
What?
You know, the Caravan.
Two days, one club, one DJ.
Gonna be awesome.
Flangemeister’s playing
for 48 hours straight!
It’ll be, er… legendary.
Shall I just come back?
No. It’s fine.
See you later.
Fuck it, let’s get smashed.
Kapow, kapow!
Who’s ready for the Meister?
OK, so the rules are…
Number one, no-one goes home.
Agreed.
Number two, we match each other -
drink for drink,
line for line, toke for toke.
Done.
No drugs here.
You’re gonna stay up for 48 hours
on booze alone?
I plan on some blow jobs.
Nice.
OK, fine. You opt out on drugs.
We opt out on blow jobs.
Can I have both?
Yeah, good luck with that!
Number three, you vom, piss, shit
or foul yourself in any way,
you lose.
Isn’t that always a rule?
Shut up, Alex.
Whatever. More drinks, who’s up?
I’m actually a bit short, mate.
Me too.
Maybe the drink for drink rule
might have to be reconsidered.
Fuck it.
I’ve got this.
Whoa!
Fuck me! Where did you get that?
Does it matter?
Or do you wanna get messed up?
Give you a hand?
Course.
Definitely.
So you’re good?
Perfect.
And, um, you and Franky earlier,
that was…?
Nothing. Exactly right.
It didn’t look like nothing.
Look, mate, can you not take a hint?
Yes. I just chose to ignore it.
Look, she’s just head-fucking me
a bit. I’m dealing with it.
One bottle of champagne. £35.
I don’t get it.
I mean, it all seems so… fraught.
Keep the change.
The way I see it,
you shouldn’t get hung up on people.
You just take them or leave ‘em.
You know, have fun, say thanks,
move on.
Here, check this out.
All these blokes, in this club now,
right now,
and I could probably fuck…
any of ‘em.
In fact, I’m gonna fuck him.
I just select “poke”
and… send.
Yeah, well, I don’t have that app.
You don’t need one. Come on.
Look.
There.
Perfect.
Fuck it, you’re right.
Wish me luck.
You won’t need it, champ.
Take what’s yours.
Bollocks.
Ich bin Flangemeister.
I will fuck you with my techno bass!
Oh, Jesus!
Morning, sleepyhead.
Morning.
What are you doing?
Watching you sleep.
I like it!
How long have you been… up?
Oh, I haven’t slept.
I’ve been awake all night,
just thinking…
thinking, thinking.
About you, me, life.
What’s it all about, eh?!
Right.
Shit. Um… Well…
I can’t believe this is your house,
this is your room.
It’s so… real.
So normal.
Is it?
Where do you…?
You know, boarding school, the farm,
boarding school, the farm.
Blah, blah, fucking blah!
Boarding school? Heavy.
Kind of got suspended.
Kind of in the shit.
Sort of haven’t told anyone yet.
Sort of ran away.
Hey, maybe I could just stay here!
I’m joking.
Yeah, funny!
What were you…
Suspended for?
God! Now, that’s a story.
Whoa!
I need the toilet…
Course, he’ll never understand,
not really.
Not with Delia around. Fucking Delia
and her fucking plastic tits
and her fucking stupid
little whore dog.
Sorry.
It’s just all a bit… raw, you know?
Who’s Delia?
Spend the day with me.
Mm…
Please.
I’d love to, but…
Oh, come on, Nick.
We can have so much fun.
We can do drugs, do acid in the zoo.
Fuck on the Downs.
Come on! We can do anything.
Anything you like.
One day. Please.
Well, I…
I’d better…
I’m fucking coming!
Can I come in?
What, now?
Er, yeah.
Why are you being weird?
I’m not. I’m just, um…
Nick?
Carly, Franky. Franky, Carly.
What are you doing?
Nothing. Just…
you know, chatting.
Right, are you…? You’re not…?
No. God, no!
OK, so, um… I’m gonna…
Yeah, well, thanks for that.
I’ll leave you to it.
I’m going.
You don’t have to go. She’s just…
Don’t.
Look, Nick… I can tell you’re into
that girl. I’m not stupid.
And she’s into you.
Carly, wait.
Shit!
Nick? Nick, that you?
Yes, mate. How are you?
Did you do it?
How much do you know about this guy?
He seems messed up.
Course he’s messed up.
This is a messed-up situation.
He’s not fucking Expedia.
I know, I know, but…
I don’t think I trust him.
He… he’s pretty scary.
Don’t you want me to come back?
Of course I do. I do!
But there’s some people who.
Fuck’s sake, Nick.
Why don’t you just spit it out?
People. They think I killed Grace.
Fine, they hate me.
But I didn’t kill Grace!
I know. I know.
Did you tell Franky?
Mate, she’s dumped you, OK?
I know. But I’m not accepting that.
Understand?
I need her, Nick, all right?
You need to tell her that.
You know what? Fuck this.
Either you help me or you don’t.
Do whatever the fuck you like.
Matty…
See you around, Nick.
‘Please enter your customer number.’
‘Thank you. Please wait.
‘Good morning.
Can I have your name, please?’
Hi, I’m Leon Levan.
‘Thank you. Just getting
your details now.
‘Can I have your memorable word
or phrase, please, Mr Levan?
‘Do you have it?’
Of course I have it.
It’s my… password.
‘Mr Levan?’
Siobhan. It’s Siobhan.
1,940.
1,960.
1,980.
And that’s £2,000 exactly.
You’ve done well, my boy.
Amazing what can be achieved
if you want it enough, no?
Sure.
So, er… what now? Do I…?
Ah-ah-ah. All in good time, Nico.
Patience.
Nico, there have been some
complications.
Complications?
I’m afraid our costs have risen.
We need an extra 1,000.
That’s all I’ve got, and you said…
I say many things,
but then these things change.
Like when I told my wife
I wouldn’t fuck her sister.
But such is life.
No! This is bullshit! I…
I want my money back. It’s off.
The money is already accounted for.
Accounted for? Fuck’s that mean?
It means you should sit down.
Listen, mate, back off, yeah?
Ah, fuck!
The situation is what it is, Nico.
Now, you can get us
extra money, or…
you can say goodbye
to what you already paid.
And your brother.
Understood?
‘Hey! Nickosaur!’
Ah, fuck… Where are you?
‘Still here, mate. Still here.’
Still where?
‘The club, mate. 48 hours.
You fucking cheated!
‘Cheat, cheat, cheat!’
I was hoping I could talk
to you, mate.
‘Always, mate.
Come down, everyone’s here.
‘Yeah, knock me one out.’
Yeah. But, mate…
‘No, no, no. A big one.
Oi, Nick’s coming down! Wa-he-hey!
‘Can’t hear you, mate.
Come down. See you!’
So we’re not dancing, then?
Mr Nick! You made it, man.
I’ve been dancing for 18 hours.
I have blisters.
Yeah, my bum is so chafed.
It’s painful.
Speak for yourselves.
We’ve just got here.
You can tell
because we don’t smell like balls.
So! What’s the big shit, mate?
Plop it out.
Said you… wanted to talk?
No, I didn’t.
No, you did! You said… you said,
“I wanna talk to you”!
Oh, come on! We’re all mates.
All right?
Share the wealth. Yeah?
A problem shared is a problem…
Se-seven…?
He obviously doesn’t wanna
talk about it, you fucking Joey.
Are you all right, mate?
I’m in trouble.
What sort of trouble?
Some guys…
I owe some money to some guys.
What kind of guys?
Dodgy guys. Really fucking
dodgy guys. I don’t… have it.
For Matty, for a… passport.
W-Why?
I paid two grand and I need another.
Otherwise.
Otherwise what?
Alo’s right. Why? Why the fuck
would you want to do that?
That’s not what I meant.
Cos he’s my brother, Mini.
Your brother who killed Grace.
Fuck you! He did not kill Grace.
And how the fuck would you know?
Well, she’s not fucking here,
is she?
Mini…
How about you give Rich a grand?
Hey, Nick?
Give him a grand and get
Gracie back? You like that, Rich?
Don’t, Mini. Just don’t.
Rich, he didn’t kill her.
Nick, I don’t care.
And this…
just leave me out of it, all right?
Look, maybe we all need
to calm down, yeah?
What about you, Franky?
Honestly?
Yeah.
He can go fuck himself.
Well, you know what?
Fuck it, then. Fuck all of you.
Nick. Nick!
What?!
I might be able to help.
Yeah? Why don’t you just stop
trying to fucking help me,
all right?
Hey, dude, I was…
Back off, yeah, mate?
Nick. Let me in.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Getting high.
Fuck does it look like?
Hey! Fuck!
Why didn’t you tell me?
I can’t believe you fucking
did that!
Don’t push me, Franky. I swear…
I said, why didn’t you
fucking tell me?
Oh, you care now, do you?
I care about you, Nick.
No, you don’t.
You don’t give a fuck about anyone.
You’re a head-fuck, Franky.
You haven’t spoken to him
for months.
He’s your fucking boyfriend!
Oh, is he fuck!
He’s a selfish, messed-up pussy.
And you are letting him
fuck you again.
I have to.
And you always will.
Yeah. Yeah, I will.
Then what the fuck are you doing
here with me, Nick?
You know what? You’re right.
Oh, that’s right – just run away!
I wish I fucking could!
But I can’t.
Cos you’re in here. And here.
And part of me would give anything
for you to just disappear,
just be fucking…
gone.
But it’s a tiny part.
The rest of me…
The rest of me would take even this,
even this shit feeling right now,
over any other feeling
about any other girl.
Because compared to this,
I haven’t felt
a single fucking thing in my life.
Shut up.
I love you.
Franky. I do.
Yeah, and when he comes back?
It doesn’t fucking matter.
Nothing does.
Cos you don’t want me, do you?
You’re lying.
Fuck you!
Hey, what are you doing?!
I’m sorry I’m a cunt.
Hey! You can’t…
Where’s my fucking money?
I told you, Nico.
It’s all been accounted for.
Family, Nico.
You protect them because you have to.
But it’s a weakness.
Every good man has it.
Da li je sve uredu?
Everything’s just fine, Savo.
In a moment,
Nico is going to walk out that door.
And we will never see
each other again.
Right, Nico?
You looking for these?
Can I come in?
Yeah, s’pose.
You all right?
Not really.
He’s called me six times.
I want you to tell him to stop.
Because it’s over, Nick.
It’s all there.
Where d’you get it?
Sort of an inheritance.
It’s for you, Nick. Not him.
Ohh! Keep it.
It was a fucking awful idea
and I knew it was.
And now I’m pretty fucking certain
they won’t take it.
Shit.
What did you do?
Doesn’t matter, Franks.
What do you want from me, Nick?
Franky…
you are the most beautiful person
I’ve ever seen.
So what now?
Maybe we just enjoy it.
Sounds good.
Sounds perfect.
Nick…?
Nick?
Franky?

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Loosies – 2012

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I was staring at your fish.
That’s a cute one.
It’s got little bug eyes.
Is that your fish?
When I was little,
I had a fish.
I had a tropical fish.
It was bad.
I put the heater on,
and I left,
and when I came back,
they were all over the floor,
poor bastards.
All right, well, this is me.
Nice meeting you.
Hey, take care of that fish.
Hello?
Yes, hello.
Hello, yes, one second.
It’s-it’s for you.
Uh, you just missed him.
Right here, Donny.
Look.
Bring it to your gut,
right to your gut.
All that strength,
all that evil, all that force.
Yeah, you saw that shit, right?
Rah! Rah! Rah!
Anything good?
Don’t bring any cell phones,
all right?
What? I can’t hear you.
I said don’t bring
any more cell phones!
I’ll be there in a few.
Yo, Slim.
What’s up, Bobby?
– What up, baby?
Uh, give me three loosies.
There you go.
Thanks, buddy.
Get your ass in here.
I’m taking you off the case.
Just like that?
Don’t give me
the “just like that” shit.
You are already
on probation.
This is supposed to be
a coffee and cake job
to keep you out on the street.
And by the way, this kid,
he’s hysterical.
You know what he did yesterday?
He took himself a cab
up to the Bronx.
Instead of paying,
what does he do?
He whips out your badge,
and he says,
“Official police business.”
Got some balls.
You know who told me
that story?
The mayor.
The same mayor
who’s been talking to me
about becoming commissioner.
The same Mayor that I’ve been
talking to on your behalf
about becoming chief of police.
What the hell’s
going on with you, Sully?
30 years.
What are we gonna do,
let this whole thing
crumble to the ground
because of this punk?
I’ll fix it.
Get your badge back.
I don’t give a flying shit
what you have to do.
Restore some dignity
to this department.
Read ‘em and weep.
You’re famous.
It’s a good picture.
Get the hell out of my office.
Listen,
I told this guy already.
I’m not a pickpocket.
I’m a pilates instructor.
I’m actually late for my-
– Why don’t you shut up?
Here we go.
Where are we going?
– Let’s go for a little walk.
What’s back here?
Oh, the doughnuts.
Man, I got my rights over here.
Oome on.
Ohrist almighty.
Hold that.
Oh, my God,
is this you?
You have to sign that for me.
Prick!
I want a name!
What’s up, Donny?
They ever gonna fix that buzzer?
This is nice.
It’s real leather.
Hey, Bobby.
Mm-hmm.
Are you deaf?
What is this?
What is this?
Oell phones.
– Oell phones.
Oell phones.
What did I tell you
on the phone?
You said no cell phones?
I thought you said you wanted
cell phones; I’m sorry.
I got it.
I got it.
No more cell phones.
You got it.
A bunch of junk, as usual.
Give me the cash.
Here.
You’re not holding out?
Here.
This is it?
That’s it, Bobby.
Oh, you want more money?
Yeah, I work all day.
I want more.
Oh. You want more?
– Yeah, I want more.
I got to eat too.
Bring me better shit,
gold,
diamonds,
not a bunch of trinkets
and junk.
You know I don’t
swipe diamonds, okay?
You don’t steal diamonds.
Oh, I forgot.
Oh, great.
It’s too personal.
But you take watches.
Every jackass
has a watch, right?
You got a watch?
You’re really funny.
You’re a funny guy.
You want to steal what you want,
steal what you want.
You’re just going to be working
for me the rest of your life.
Everybody’s got a man
they got to answer to.
I got a man I got to answer to.
I know.
And so do you.
You got a man to answer to.
Excuse me.
Thank you so much
for finding my wallet
and giving it back to me.
I feel like, in this city,
I just feel like people really
don’t help strangers, you know?
Yeah, life is weird
like that.
Sometimes it just
creates situations
that throw
two people together, you know?
Kinda romantic.
I’m a romantic guy.
Oh, thanks.
Hey, no, no, no, I’m going to
pay for this, okay?
No, I couldn’t.
Really.
I mean, I would never want you
to think
that my kindness had
anything to do with, you know,
wanting something in return.
Thanks.
– Wow.
Hey, listen up, they just got
a red flag on that credit card
that was stolen this morning
on the subway.
Tazza restaurant.
No squad cars,
no uniforms, okay?
I’m afraid
your card was declined.
Declined?
All right, this is
the universe saying
I’m gonna pay for it.
No, no, I got another one.
Sometimes there’s, like,
a computer glitch or something.
That’s embarrassing.
Sir, just talk to you
for a second, privately?
Yeah, sure.
Excuse us for one second.
The name on this card
isn’t even the same
as the one on the first one.
Really?
Oh, I’m sorry.
Listen, I apologize.
I mean, this is the one
that I usually put
the $100 tips on,
but if you want
a different one, l-
Oh, yeah.
No, my mistake.
We good?
Yeah, I think we’re good
Mr. Fujimoto.
It’s Fugimato, Fugimato.
Ooh, my mistake.
The other day,
I was totally walking home
with two of the people
from my band.
We were, like, three blocks
from my house,
and I turn back,
and I see this guy
who’s kind of walking
kind of creepy.
Oan you hold that story
for one second?
I just have to use
the little boys’ room.
Don’t go anywhere.
– I won’t.
Excuse me.
Are you having a problem
with a credit card?
He was at this table.
– Thanks.
Where did he go?
Well, he went to the bathroom.
Bathroom’s back there.
Do I get to keep the tip?
Whose cuffs are they?
Bobby!
Bobby!
Bobby!
What? What?
What’s the matter?
There’s a rat!
It’s just a mouse, Ma!
The mouse, Ma, not me.
It ran over there.
Bobby!
It’s over there!
There, it’s running.
Hurry up!
Where, where, where?
Right under the refrigerator!
It got away.
Hey, you okay?
You all right?
I hate those things.
Jesus, Ma.
You tryin’ to kill me?
If I caught a heart attack,
who would pay the rent?
I’m goin’ over
to the church tonight,
and I was thinking I could
leave your dinner in the fridge.
I’ll just grab a burger
or somethin’.
You want a burger,
I’ll make you a burger.
I’ll leave it in the fridge.
Okay. Fine.
Thanks.
You got a couple of dollars
I could use for bingo tonight?
Again with the gambling, Ma?
You know
I don’t like you gambling.
You want to end up like Pop?
What gambling?
It’s bingo.
It’s at the church.
Okay.
But I’m not paying off
your debts when you’re gone.
I had enough of that
for one lifetime.
Work good?
Mm-hmm.
Stocks up this month?
Yeah.
You’re a good boy, Bobby.
Hey, uh…
Lucy.
Yeah, no, l-Lucy.
I know.
I’m sorry.
I saw you from behind.
I wasn’t sure if it was you,
but…
It was you.
It’s been a-
It’s been a while.
Yeah, three months.
Yeah.
How are you-
– So what have you been up to?
I’ve been good.
– I’m good.
Good.
Not much.
I was just on my lunch break.
I tried calling you,
but your phone was disconnected
or something.
Yeah.
Yeah, no, I got a-
I got a new one.
I mean, maybe we can get
together for lunch sometime
and, you know, catch up.
I’d do it now, but-
I’m pregnant.
You-you’re what?
Pregnant.
Wow, that’s-
I mean, congratulations.
That’s really great.
L-that’s-wow.
How-how far along?
Three months.
You said three?
It’s yours, Bobby.
Okay, hold on a second,
because, you know, we only
did it that one night so…
Actually, we did it
a few times that night.
Right, but we only did it
that one night.
Well, once is enough.
Okay, uh…
Well, how do you know
it’s mine?
Hey! Hey!
That’s a legitimate question.
What, you just think
I sleep around?
You think I’m a slut
or something?
Well, we had
a one-night stand, so given-
You had a one-night stand.
I tried calling you.
Hey, listen, listen.
Don’t touch me.
Don’t ever touch me again.
Excuse me.
Is everything okay?
Look, it’s fine.
She’s my girlfriend.
Oh, that’s a laugh!
It’s okay, officer.
What are you trying to do,
get me arrested?
Now, listen, you came
looking for me.
I’m not gonna go chasing you
all over town.
If you don’t want to talk to me,
then fine.
First of all,
I didn’t go looking for you.
I pretty much wrote you off
three months ago.
I happened to see you
standing there,
thought maybe you’d like to know
you’re gonna have a kid
out there in the world
in case you bump into it
one day.
So now you know.
You asshole.
Now, wait.
Just wait, will you?
What can I get you?
Hey, you got a loosie?
What?
Loosie, loosie.
Yeah, how’d you know?
What?
My name.
Lucy.
Psychic, I guess.
All right, all right,
all right.
Your father’s debt?
Now it’s your debt.
From now on,
you work for me.
Who am I?
Who am I?
Detective Bobby Oorrelli,
that’s who I am.
Right here.
I see you.
What are you, a squirrel?
Stop in the name of the law!
Hey, Bobby.
Shut up!
Take you downtown,
and not for a drink either.
Alex Rodriguez hits one
deep to left.
Plate glass window.
I like it.
Very Dirty Harry.
Listen, it was you.
You said whatever it takes.
Thanks, Pete.
That’s what I like about you,
Sully.
Always do everything
just the way you want,
never give a shit
what anyone thinks.
Well, why should I stop now?
It’s my life.
It’s what I do.
What else am I gonna do?
I’m not qualified
for anything else.
So what’s next?
What’s next?
I’m gonna get my badge back,
even if I have to
kill that little prick.
Hey, good morning.
Who the hell are you?
Um, I’m Oarl.
Oh, Oarl.
Oh, Bobby I thought
you’d be at work by now.
Who the hell is this guy?
Oarl.
– No, I got that.
What the hell is Oarl
doing here, in my bathrobe?
You didn’t tell him.
I didn’t get a chance.
I didn’t get a chance.
Okay, so, Bob, I’m a-
I’m a friend of your mother’s.
He’s a friend of mine
from bingo.
Wait a minute.
Did this guy?
Did the two of you-
It’s not what you think,
Bobby.
We’ve been friends a long time.
I didn’t want to tell you,
but I think it’s time.
Yeah.
Oarl’s asked me
to move in with him.
It’s not what you think.
What?
I’m gonna kill this guy.
He’s funny.
He’s an ex-Marine.
What happened?
You look like the walking dead.
Well, death would be
a welcome relief
compared to the world
of shit I live in right now.
Talk to me.
I got your back.
Tell me.
I got a girl pregnant.
Yeah.
– Whoa.
That’s funny.
Laugh it up.
Yeah, I got your back.
Way back,
way, way back.
Like, Toledo back.
Thanks.
I’m so screwed.
Let’s see.
She do that?
She punch you?
No, I fell down the stairs.
All right.
What’s she gonna do?
She gonna keep the kid?
I don’t know.
That option never came up.
Why would she want to keep
a baby without a father?
Especially your baby.
Why don’t you just give her
some money,
tell her to get rid of it?
You’re gonna be up to your neck
in dirty diapers.
Listen to me.
Like a mission to the moon.
Abort.
Hey, listen, do you know
where I can find Lucy?
Who’s asking?
Who are you?
I’m a friend of hers
from childhood.
Ah, you know her from Ohio.
Yeah.
She grew up in Texas, jerkoff.
Look, just go away.
Does she still work here?
I just want to talk to her,
okay?
Yeah, you and half of the guys
in the bar.
Beat it before I beat you.
Wow, did you just
come up with that yourself?
Whoa, Lucy!
Lucy!
Lucy!
You know this guy?
– No.
Lucy, it’s me!
Stay away from her!
Get out of here!
Okay.
– What?
No, wait, wait!
Not you.
What are you doing here?
I’m sorry about the-
you know.
I just-
I mean, I was a little
in shock when you…
I mean, you tell a guy
something like that, it’s…
So you-you want to keep it?
Do I want to keep it?
It’s not a stray dog,
you know.
No, I know.
I just-I’m just saying.
What?
What are you saying?
I’m listening to you,
but you’re not saying anything.
If you don’t want
to have the baby,
I’ll help out, you know,
with the money.
Gee, what a stand-up guy.
What do you want from me?
I don’t want
anything from you.
You came here
to see me, remember?
I don’t know
why you want to have a baby.
Why do you want to bring a baby
into this world
with a shit father who doesn’t
want anything to do with it
and a mother who can’t afford
to take care of it?
I mean…
I’m tryin’ to help you out
here, okay?
You’ve already done enough.
Thanks.
I can’t talk to you.
You just want to get smart
all the time and walk away.
If I was smart,
I wouldn’t have talked to you
to begin with,
and I just would have
walked away.
See, that’s what
I’m talking about.
I’m trying to do my part here,
okay?
I want to find a good doctor,
and I want to pay for it.
So what do you say?
I say you’re an asshole.
But I’ll think about it.
Wait.
How do I
get ahold of you?
Oall me here.
I’m livin’ out of Gomer’s
back office.
How much?
No, I don’t have insurance.
I don’t want a free clinic okay?
I want to pay for it.
No, I realize that, but…
Okay, well, what if I paid cash?
I mean, can we work a deal
or something?
Hello?
Hello?
I just came by
to get the rest of my things.
Bobby, can you just
say something?
Or what?
You gonna have your boyfriend
beat me up?
He’s a good man.
He needs me.
What about me, Ma?
I need you.
No, you don’t.
You’re taking care of me.
I don’t want you
to have to take care of me.
With Oarl,
we take care of each other.
Oh, yeah?
Is that the arrangement you made
with your bingo buddy?
I love him, Bobby.
Not the way I loved your father
and not the way I love you.
It’s a different love.
Maybe someday
you’ll meet somebody,
and you’ll understand.
You’ll know.
I got to go.
Look, he wants to invite you
to dinner tomorrow night.
Start fresh.
Here’s the number.
I’m happy, Bobby.
Oan’t you be happy for me?
Turn the iron setting down.
Don’t burn all his shirts
like you do mine.
Hey, Jax.
No, no, I can’t today.
I got to take care
of some stuff.
Bobby.
Bobby Oorelli.
That’s you, right?
What?
– Is that your name?
You live here?
– Who?
You, Bobby.
I’m Tommy.
Tommy
Tommy.
I’m just-
I was visiting my aunt.
You don’t live here?
– No.
Hey, Bobby, how’s it going?
I hear your mother’s
getting married.
Oongratulations.
They got me, Jax.
They got me.
I don’t know how they got me,
but they got me.
Who got you?
The cops.
The cops got me.
They were all over my apartment
like a bees’ nest.
How did they get my name?
I don’t know.
I have no idea how they know.
Maybe it was your little
girlfriend ratted you out.
She doesn’t know what I do.
They follow you here?
– How do you know?
You’re fine, okay?
What are you gonna do?
– I don’t know.
I mean, I got to lay low.
That’s what I got to do.
Just got to lay low.
You find a place
to do that thing?
Yeah, Elmsview Hospital.
I was born there,
so it must be good, right?
Must be terrific.
Look how you turned out.
I need, like, a hundred bucks
or something.
I got to stay at a motel.
I got nowhere to go.
– Get out of here.
Give me a hundred bucks.
Where am I supposed to go?
I don’t got nothing, all right?
Nothing for you.
– I’m not joking.
I got nowhere to go.
No, I’m not gonna
give you nothing.
Are you kidding me?
Prick!
You think I need you?
I can just go pick
a couple of wallets.
Hey, hey, hey,
you got 20 bucks?
What is wrong with this kid?
Hey, Bobby.
If I were you,
I’d stay off the subway.
Take a taxi.
Yeah, thanks.
Hey. Hey, Oarl.
It’s Bobby.
Bobby, the guy
you punched in the face.
Yeah, is-
is my mother there?
She’s asleep?
Okay.
No, no, I didn’t realize
what time it was.
Just tell her I’ll
see you guys tomorrow.
Okay?
Yeah.
No, I’m fine.
Thanks, bye.
Lucy.
Lucy.
Why are you whispering?
If you’re gonna pound
on the door like that,
you might as well be screamin’.
I came to tell you
that we have an appointment
tomorrow at 2:00,
so if that works for you…
Well, uh…
It’s 3:00 in the morning, so…
I’ll see you in about 11 hours.
Next time, try calling.
Oh, wait, you don’t do that.
I had a rough night.
Maybe I can come in
for a second,
for a drink or something.
In case you haven’t noticed,
we’re closed.
Oan I just come in
for a minute,
one minute?
I have nowhere else to go.
Please.
For a minute.
You got a cigarette?
Pregnant women don’t smoke.
You still want that drink?
Yeah.
Scotch, thanks.
You want to talk about it?
About what?
About whatever’s
got you worn slick.
Worn slick?
What is that, Texas slang?
How do you know
I’m from Texas?
I know a few things.
Then tell me,
Mr. Know-a-Few Things,
what’s got you pounding
on my door
in the middle of the night?
I got evicted.
Okay.
Oan I ask you a question?
That Fred Flintstone guy
your boyfriend?
Are you jealous?
Ourious.
No, he’s not.
I mean, he used to be.
He, um…
He just looks out for me now.
Protective older brother.
In fact,
he’d probably kill you
if he knew you were here
right now,
especially if he knew you were
the one that knocked me up.
He knows about…
Yeah.
Why are you so curious
about him?
I don’t know.
Just, you know,
he’s a lot different than me,
right?
So I was just wondering,
that night, you know, you-
I mean, if that’s the type
you like then why…
Forget it.
You asking me why I went home
with you that night?
Yeah.
I’ve been asking myself that
every day for three months.
It was your eyes.
My eyes?
Yeah.
Yeah.
I liked your eyes.
You had really kind eyes.
It kind of reminded me
of my father’s.
So you went home with me
because I had nice eyes.
Kind eyes.
Plus, you know,
I liked talking to you.
I thought you were funny
and nice,
and you had a great ass.
I let you walk me home,
didn’t I?
Yeah.
Yeah.
And then when we
got to my apartment,
you didn’t even
try anything.
You just smiled and thanked me
for a great time
and said…
“Good night.”
And I don’t know;
I guess I just didn’t want
the night to end.
But looking back, I should’ve
ended it a lot sooner,
about three minutes sooner,
if I remember correctly.
Speaking of minutes,
yours is up.
Look, I got a big day tomorrow,
so, you know.
And, listen, you don’t, um…
You don’t have to go with me.
You know, you can just
drop the money off
and tell me where to go
in the morning.
I told you I was taking you
to a good doctor,
and I’m taking you, okay?
And that means
taking you personally.
Well, you don’t have to.
Well, I am.
So we’ll meet at a 1:45?
It’s on 39th street
and 5th avenue.
It’s called Elmsview, okay?
Yeah, okay, fine.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
Thanks for the drink.
You got a cigarette?
Hey, Lucy.
It’s Bobby.
I got a problem.
So let me get this straight.
The money is
in your apartment,
but you want me
to go get it.
That’s right.
Because if your landlord
sees you,
he’ll call the cops
on account that you owe him
rent money.
That’s right.
So you want me sneak
into your apartment
and get the money,
and if anyone sees me,
I’m supposed to say
I’m the cleaning lady?
That’s right.
– Oh, hmm. Yeah.
And none of this sounds fishy
to you?
Okay, you’re right.
That sounds stupid.
Just, uh…
Okay, tell them
you’re visiting your aunt.
No, wait, I already used that.
Oh, just go with
the cleaning lady, okay?
That’ll work.
Just tell them
you’re the cleaning lady, okay?
And if anybody asks,
you don’t know me,
and you don’t know where I am.
Well, if I don’t know you,
how would I know where you are?
Exactly.
Why don’t you try
telling me the truth?
I told you, okay?
That’s my apartment.
These are my keys,
and it’s my money.
Now, if I could
get the money myself,
I would, but I can’t.
So, you know, if you don’t
want to do it, that’s fine,
but I don’t have the money,
so…
Jeez.
This place really
could use a cleaning lady.
Did you get it?
Good job.
All girls are evil.
Not a good time, man.
I’m on the way
to do that thing.
Oh, yeah.
Let me know
how it all comes out.
Funny.
Did you tell the whole world?
How much?
– $18, please.
Watch it, jackass.
My name’s Lucy Atwood.
I have an appointment.
What time?
Right now, actually.
Thank you.
Please fill this out.
Okay.
Just my driver’s license
and social security?
Yes, please.
– Okay.
What’s the matter?
Um…
I don’t know-I don’t know
if I can do this.
Well, technically,
you don’t have to do anything.
I’m the one that’s gotta do.
You already did.
No, I mean…
you know, maybe-
maybe we should wait.
Wait?
– Yeah.
What, you think if I go home
and take two aspirin,
it might go away?
I’m just sayin’,
you know, maybe-
No, Bobby.
You don’t get to do this, okay?
Now, I have been over this
back and forth several times,
and you made it pretty clear
yesterday how you felt.
So let’s just get it over with.
I think we should wait.
You-you think we should wait?
Yeah.
You think we should wait?
I think you’re an asshole.
What’d you do that for?
God, I hate you.
– Stop it.
I hate you.
I hate you!
Give me the money.
I’ll do it myself.
We’ll figure it out.
– Where’d you put it?
We’ll figure it out.
Will you just calm down, please?
Would you just calm down?
I hate you.
I hate you!
Just give me the money.
Lucy, I need you to trust me
right now.
What?
Oome on.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
Oome on.
Taxi!
Go. Go.
Thanks.
Hey, Bob.
You’re a little early.
I told your ma dinner,
not lunch, right?
Well, we were-we were
in the neighborhood, so…
Oh, well, yeah.
Oome on in.
Yeah, I was actually
just going for the groceries
for your ma.
She, uh-
She gave me a list
and everything.
My mom’s not here?
No, she went to the park
with my grandkids.
I get to watch them once a week
for my daughter.
They’re cute
little bastards.
They’re twins.
So you’re Bobby’s girl, huh?
No. No.
– No.
All right,
well, then I, uh-
I got to get to the store.
You-I don’t know,
you want to come?
– No.
You want to stay?
Yeah, no, we’ll just wait
for my mom.
All right.
Gee, Bob, I’m sorry.
Look, um…
I love your mother,
and I’m very protective;
that’s all.
Me too.
Smarmy asshole.
Spill it.
What?
What do you want to know?
What do I want to know?
Uh, gee, why have we been chased
by the cops?
What kind of trouble
did you get me into?
Who’s Oarl?
And who the hell are you?
Oarl is my mother’s
boyfriend.
She just moved in here
with him.
Right.
And the cops?
I don’t exactly work
on Wall Street.
Mm-hmm.
So I can rule out
insider trading.
I’m a pickpocket.
What’s so funny?
A pickpocket?
And that’s why half
the New York police force
is after you?
You heard about the cop
who got his badge picked?
Oh, wow.
This is great.
Really.
My kid’s father steals
out of old ladies’ handbags.
Hey, I never took from anybody
who looked like
they had less than me, okay?
Oh, you’re a regular
Robin Hood.
You know, you don’t know
my situation.
Yeah, you’re right.
I don’t know you at all.
What are you talking about?
I’m the same guy you met
that night at the bar,
except I have a different job
than you thought.
Are you insane?
That’s not a job, Bobby.
You steal.
Okay, don’t do that.
Don’t-don’t judge me.
My father left me with 500 grand
in gambling debts
and a mother who didn’t work.
I had no choice.
Why didn’t you just
go to the cops?
Because he threatened
to kill my mother.
Why do you steal now?
I still owe him about 100K.
Oh, come on,
what-what are you doing?
I’m taking the money.
I’m not bringing a kid
into this world
so they can go visit
their father
at the state pen
during Ohristmas.
Where’d you put it?
It’s in the jacket.
No, it’s not.
What are you talking about?
It’s not in here.
What did you do with it?
Did you lose it?
What do you mean,
did I lose it?
It was in your jacket.
When you were beating the crap
out of me at the hospital.
You took it, remember?
– I didn’t take it.
You grabbed my arms
and kissed me, remember?
Maybe it fell out
in the cab.
Or when that guy
bumped into you or something.
Oh, that’s classic.
A pickpocket who gets
pickpocketed.
Jesus.
Reach for the sky
and empty out your pockets,
Mister.
Too late for that.
Bobby.
You’re early.
Where’s Oarl?
Store.
Go play with your little
furry friends.
I’m Bobby’s mother, Rita.
I’m Lucy.
I can’t remember the last time
Bobby brought a girl home
to meet me.
You must be-
Leaving, Mom.
She was just leaving.
She’s just a friend.
Listen, uh…
I’Il-I’ll come by later.
We’ll talk about the thing.
Wait, wait.
Don’t be so rude.
Maybe she’d like
to stay for dinner.
I’m gonna make some lasagna.
It’s Bobby’s favorite.
Yummy.
I’d love to.
Yeah?
Great.
I’ll go start.
Okay.
I’ll help.
You that hungry?
– I am eating for two.
Just don’t say anything
to my mother.
Oh, now why would I want
to upset Grammie?
Hey, Mister, do you want
to play a board game?
A video game?
How about cops and robbers?
Definitely no.
So how do you know my Bobby?
We, um…
We have a mutual friend.
You know, I think Bobby
really likes you.
What makes you say that?
Well, he always gets
so frustrated
around girls he really likes.
It’s like he doesn’t want to
show them he cares about them.
You know how boys are.
Always pullin’ the pigtails
of the girls they like.
Orap?
– It’s called craps.
That’s the name of the game,
okay?
It’s a very serious game.
7 and 11 on the first roll wins.
2, 3, 12 loses
on the first throw.
After that, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10,
that becomes your point.
You got to hit your point
to win.
If you hit a 7 after that,
then you crap out, all right?
Nicky, you go first.
No, no, no, wait.
We have to place our bets, okay?
Place your bets,
boys!
There you go.
Roll the dice.
All right, 4.
That’s what we call Little Joe,
okay?
So now you got to hit
Little Joe to win.
Now, you can have fun with it.
Blow into the dice.
Oome on, Little Joe!
Oome on, Little Joe!
Oome on, Little Joe!
Oome on, Little Joe!
I win!
No, no, no, you lose.
That’s a-that’s a crap out.
We get your candy.
See what happens
when you gamble?
All right, now you play.
Hey, lady.
You want a piece of the action?
No, I’ve had enough action
for one day.
Thank you.
Okay.
Rita,
I got the fresh pomodoro.
She’s in the kitchen.
I’ll help you.
No, no, I got it.
Besides, mi casa su casa.
And I got an excuse now
to go see the most
beautiful girl in the world.
Hey, baby.
Jesus’ name we pray.
– Amen.
Amen.
Amen.
So, Bob, Rita tells me
you work in stocks.
And how’s that going for you?
It’s got its ups and downs.
Actually, weren’t you just
telling me
you were having trouble
paying your rent lately?
Well, if you’re ever looking
for a steady gig,
you can come down and see me.
Give me a call.
Oarl owns
a jewelry store downtown.
Diamonds are a girl’s
best friend, right, Grampie?
Don’t buy retail.
Well, I’ll keep it in mind.
And If you know anybody
who’s looking
for a nice engagement ring,
tell Oarl.
He’ll give you a good price.
Thanks, Mom.
Lucy’s a professional
photographer.
Oh, no.
Is that right?
Mostly freelance.
But right now, I’m working
in a bar part-time.
You know, it’s not much,
but at least
it’s an honest living.
You’re right about that.
Rita said you were from Texas.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I’m actually
heading back this Saturday.
Wow, that’s too bad.
Yeah, I think I’m gonna,
you know,
move back in with my sister,
you know, work at a-
at a photography studio
shooting portraits.
That sort of thing.
And you were planning
on telling me when?
Well, I wasn’t really planning
anything with you.
How’s the lasagna?
It’s delicious.
Wonderful.
Excuse me.
Do you need to use
the ladies’ room?
We don’t got a ladies’ room.
Grampie’s only got a bathroom.
Lucy, are you okay?
What’s the matter?
Hey, hey!
Oall 911!
– Breathe.
I’m not going into labor,
you moron.
I’m only
three months pregnant!
Bobby!
Ma…
Oh, shit.
Why didn’t you tell me, Bobby?
I didn’t want
to worry you, Ma.
What worry me?
Why would havin’
a grandkid worry me?
Does she want to keep it?
I don’t know.
Do you love her?
I don’t know, Mom.
I mean, I don’t know
what love is.
How do you-
how do you know?
Well, when she said
she was leaving on Saturday,
how’d that make you feel?
Sick.
And when we were on our way
to the hospital,
how did you feel?
Sometimes it takes
almost losing what we have
to make us realize
how lucky we are to have it.
Dr. Phil.
I’m gonna get going.
I’ll leave you two alone.
The doctors said
you’re gonna be okay.
They said you just need to rest.
What about the baby?
The baby’s gonna be okay.
What?
Hey. Don’t worry.
The baby’s gonna be okay.
You’re gonna be fine.
I just thought it would
take care of itself.
I just-I don’t know
what I’m gonna do.
Hey, listen,
what we’re gonna do.
It’s not just you anymore.
It’s us.
Right?
Oome on, Bobby.
You don’t want to have a kid.
We barely know each other.
I mean, you couldn’t even
remember my name
a few a days ago.
Is that what you think?
That I couldn’t remember
your name?
You want to know the truth?
Yeah, the truth would be nice
for once.
Okay.
Okay. Fine.
After that night,
I couldn’t stop
thinking about you.
I thought about you so much,
I was going nuts.
I mean, I finally had you
out of my head,
and then there you were
right in front of me.
I got so nervous,
I couldn’t even talk.
Why didn’t you call me?
I was scared.
When I woke up that morning,
I looked over,
and you were so beautiful.
You’re so beautiful.
First time
I didn’t want to leave.
That’s never happened
to me before.
I went to write down
my real number
on a piece of paper,
and then l-
I crumpled it up,
and I wrote
a fake number instead.
Then l-then I wrote
my real number down.
I crumpled that up,
and, I don’t know,
I must have gone back and forth
and done that, like, ten times.
And then I finally took all
the crumpled pieces of paper,
and I put it in my pocket,
and when I went to leave,
I picked one out,
and I thought,
“Hey, if this is
the real number,
then it’s meant to be.”
I kind of let fate decide,
you know?
I know.
I’m an asshole.
It was stupid.
I regretted it, but…
I didn’t forget your name, Lucy.
I couldn’t.
I tried.
Believe me.
Why should I believe you?
I been carrying around that
for three months.
I have problems
with commitment.
Yeah, I know.
You can’t even commit
to a brand of cigarettes.
I’m not gonna run away
from this, okay?
That’s my commitment to you.
I can’t be with someone
who steals from people.
Then I’m done.
I’ll quit.
Give me a chance, okay?
I’ll prove it to you.
Just give me a chance.
And you’ll quit?
You can quit just like that?
For me?
Okay.
Hey, hey, you guys.
Get a room.
Visiting hours are over,
and you need your rest.
You’re in
with the cops, Jax?
You’re in with the cops?
Shut up!
I should kill you
right now.
Why would you sell me out
like that?
We ain’t friends!
I gave up my life, Jax!
I gave up my life!
We are not friends!
Don’t mess
with my business!
Steal a cop’s badge?
Did you bring me money
from that?
Those cops came barging
into my house!
My house!
You work for me now.
That’s funny?
What, is that
supposed to be funny?
I told them where you live.
I told them where you’d be
and when you’d be there.
You had that guy
steal my money.
Yeah, I did.
I figured you’d have
some money on you.
Mr. Morality.
He’s gotta pay for all that shit
with his girlfriend.
She couldn’t chip in nothing.
That friend
did me a favor.
That friend
ratted me out.
Give me a name!
Did I get mad at him?
You know why?
Because it’s business, Bobby.
Business.
It’s not personal.
It’s over.
Wait.
Wait.
Listen.
Detective Sullivan.
What if I could get you
your 50 grand back
and everything I owe you?
It’s too late.
Okay, okay, you know what?
Oall the cops.
Oall the cops, Jax.
They got nothing on me.
Look, I don’t have the badge.
You and I both know, without
that badge they got nothing.
Lock the door!
– Nothing.
This game is over now.
I got a score we could pull
that’ll get you so much money,
you won’t have to
nickel-and-dime anymore.
You like diamonds?
I’m listening.
It better be good.
I’m gonna get you
some diamonds.
Bobby?
– Oh, hey.
How you feeling?
I’m a lot better.
They said I can probably
go home this afternoon.
You know, they’re just waiting
on a few more test results
to make sure.
You okay?
Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.
Are those for me?
Oh, yeah.
Sorry.
– Thank you.
Listen, Lucy,
I know I said yesterday
that I could quit, but…
Well, something kind of came up,
and I got to do this-
this one last thing.
What are you talking about?
It’s just-it’s just
a little complicated.
I just need you to trust me.
I mean, the whole reason
why I’m telling you any of this
is because I want to be honest
with you.
Be honest with me?
You haven’t told me anything.
I know.
L-Iook, I can’t.
I wish I could, but…
You try to run,
or you tell anybody,
and I swear to God,
I’ll fucking kill you,
and I’ll kill her.
I swear.
After tomorrow,
it’ll all be over.
I’ll be done.
Well, I won’t be here
tomorrow.
I’m getting on a plane,
remember?
Just give me the day.
Okay?
I’ll explain everything.
I love you.
Hey, Oarl.
It-it’s Bobby.
Listen, I need a favor.
We’re closed.
I’m Bobby’s friend.
Oh, yeah, sure.
Yeah, Bobby mentioned
you were gonna come.
Oome on in.
I’m Oarl.
You’re Oarl?
– Yeah.
I’m Dennis.
– Hey, Dennis.
I’m really sorry I’m late.
I just got off work.
No, that’s okay.
So Bobby tells me you work
on Wall Street together, huh?
No, no.
I’m his boss.
Oh, and, you’re looking
for an engagement ring, right?
Yeah.
I’m gonna tell you the truth.
I know nothing about jewelry.
I mean, really nothing.
I don’t wear anything.
I won’t hold that against you.
But my fiancee
has very expensive taste,
and I want to get her something
really nice.
How much you lookin’ to spend?
I’m looking to spend
about $30,000,
if I can get something nice
for that.
$30,000.
– That would be great.
Yeah.
You-you must be doing
very well.
I get by, yeah.
All right,
let me bring something out.
These are all 21/2 to 3 karats.
They’re VVS 1 and 2s
and pretty much all J color.
That’s not an engagement ring,
is it?
Yeah, it is.
If there’s a diamond in here
that you like,
but you don’t like the setting,
something like her grandmother
has a ring that she used,
and she wants to put
the diamond in it…
Do you know what style
she might prefer?
Everything about
getting married is so stressful.
I thought-I thought an
engagement ring was one style.
I didn’t know there were
so many different styles.
Why don’t you fish around
a little bit more, you know?
Go around with her
maybe this weekend,
and when you see something
or she sees something
that she likes,
then you guys
can come back here.
I got a bunch of people
at my house tonight,
and I was hoping, really hoping,
to bring something for her.
You know, I got food there.
We’re having a whole big party.
I can’t bring all of this.
I have a simple idea.
I got $15,000.
It’s not about the money.
No, no, no.
Just listen.
Listen to what I’m gonna say.
Let me give you a deposit.
We take a bunch of rings,
whichever ones
you think she’ll like.
We bring them over there.
I’m two minutes away.
Dennis, I’m trying to be-
you know, I know
you’re Bobby’s friend.
Whatever one she likes,
as long as we’re
in that range of price,
I’ll pay you the balance in cash
right there.
You’re talking-
there’s over-
over a half a million dollars
in diamonds there.
If you want,
I’ll give you a check right now
for the whole thing.
I don’t like to take
the diamonds out of the store.
I have enough cash there
to pay you the balance.
You’ll make a sale tonight.
Believe me, she’ll pick a stone
in one second.
She’ll probably pick
the most expensive one.
Because you’re Bobby’s friend,
I’ll take the cash,
put this in the safe,
and we can go
and surprise your girlfriend.
You don’t want me to just
give you everything together?
No, this is good.
I like your idea.
Why don’t I just
hold the money,
and I can pay everything
at one time.
Oh, you know, it’s bad enough
that I have to
take the diamonds.
I’d-I’d rather
leave the cash here.
You sure?
I mean, I can just pay
everything together.
No, yeah, yeah, I’m sure.
And actually, let me just-
I’ll make a gift
of a pair of these earrings,
which is a really nice-
Okay.
You ready?
– Yeah.
I remember this neighborhood.
– Oh, yeah?
Listen, you want to do me
a favor?
Oan I borrow your cell phone
one second?
I just want to call
and make sure she’s home.
Sure.
I was taking a piss yesterday,
and I dropped it
right in the toilet.
Really?
My father’s teeth fell out once.
Oall 911!
Jesus Ohrist!
Did you see
where he came from?
911. Yes.
I need the police!
Jesus!
Yes, I was just burglarized
on West Broadway-
Prince.
Tell ‘em he’s got a green coat,
a green coat on.
It’s an army jacket,
a green jacket.
He’s got reddish hair.
My whole world is in that case.
Oh, my God.
I feel so terrible.
It’s over half a million dollars
in diamonds and cash.
I’m really sorry.
He came like a lightning bolt,
you know?
Are you okay, though?
You’re okay?
It’s not your fault.
I’m, I’m really-
I feel like it’s my fault.
I feel terrible.
Don’t worry, though.
The cops,
they’ll find him for sure.
I guarantee you
they’ll catch him.
Holy shit!
What the hell took you so long?
He had the balls to ask me
to go down to the cops with him
and be a witness.
I was like, “Yeah, right.
“Man, I got to-
I’m late for my fiancee.
You know, I gotta go, buddy.”
Fiancee.
His fiancee.
I didn’t even know
we were dating.
Very funny.
Where’s Bobby?
He’s not here.
Whoa, what are you doing?
I thought we were waiting
until we were all here before-
Listen to me.
Bobby ain’t getting shit,
all right?
I’m gonna give you
one ring,
then we’re closing up shop here.
Donny!
Olosing up shop?
– Lock the door!
Well, where are you gonna go?
Like I’m gonna tell you.
Yeah.
Everybody on the ground!
Put your hands behind your head!
You okay?
Good.
What kind?
Don’t know.
It’s a loosie.
I quit.
Smoking or stealing?
Both.
What’s that?
I’d get down on one knee,
but, you know,
I’m sitting in a gutter.
It probably wouldn’t be
that romantic.
Hey, that wouldn’t be
from your last job, would it?
Oarl gave me a good deal,
future employee discount.
Lucy.
– I know.
Oarl came to visit me
at the hospital
and told me
what you guys were doing.
And you still let Gomer
beat the crap out of me?
Well, I was kind of pissed
you didn’t tell me yourself.
He did a pretty good job,
though.
Are you sure?
So…
What happens now?
Sure.
Do they have subways in Texas?
Shut up.
Oh, my God.

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“Gossip Girl” Episode #5.16 – 2012 en Español

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Aquí Gossip Girl…
tu única fuente de información
sobre las escandalosas vidas
de la élite de Manhattan.
Por supuesto que te amo, Chuck,
siempre te he amado.
Te amo más cada día,
si es que es posible
amar tanto a alguien.
Este era el único auto
con las llaves puestas.
Está bien. Sólo vámonos.
¿Sólo quieres quitarme
algo que me importa?
¿Acaso te importa Dan?
Sí, he estado encerrado
tratando de encontrar una
idea para mi nuevo libro.
Y es genial que me dieran
la oportunidad de un segundo,
pero eso significa que
tengo que dar de verdad
con algo sobre lo que escribir.
Tengo algo que creo que te gustaría ver.
Charlie Trout.
¿Te conozco?
Sí, Alessandra. Nos conocimos
en la fiesta del libro de Dan.
¿Qué se siente ser agente literario
y trabajar con mi buen amigo Dan?
Si alguna vez descubrieran
la verdad acerca de Charlotte Rhodes,
nunca me perdonarían.
¡Ivy! ¡Soy Charlotte Rhodes!
De Florida. Estuvimos juntas
en esa clase de actuación.
Sí. Charlotte.
Como sea, ¿por qué
estaba aquí Ivy Dickens?
Es la prima de mi amiga. Su
nombre real es Charlie Rhodes.
Perdona. ¿Su nombre real?
Me temo que no queda mucho tiempo.
La señora Rhodes está despierta
ahora por si quiere hablar con ella.
No deberías haber enviado
ese video a Gossip Girl.
No lo hice.
¿Entonces quién fue?
Nunca lo diré.
Besos y abrazos,
Gossip Girl.
Febrero es el mes más corto,
pero el frío intenso hace
que parezca el más largo.
Los inteligentes, como yo,
escapamos a climas más tropicales,
mientras que algunos de mis
amigos del Upper East Side
utilizan el tiempo para
acomodarse y terminar sus trabajos.
BORRADOR DE NUEVO LIBRO
Otros se acurrucan en la cama
ideando sus planes para
mantenerlos tibios.
Y luego están las casas
en las que hace más
frío que en la calle.
¿Hola?
No tenías que comprarme un regalo.
Quería hacerlo. Espero que te guste.
Es hermoso.
Se verá más hermoso cuando
lo lleves puesto.
¿Comemos hoy para que pueda verlo?
No puedo.
Dan va a enviar el borrador de su libro.
Está haciendo un gran alboroto de él,
incluso sintiéndose presionado.
Un mensajero lo recoge a las 11.00.
Tengo que leerlo
antes que llegue a Jonathan Karp.
¿Y qué hay de cuando termines?
Está bien. ¿Alrededor de las 5:00?
Es una cita.
Papá, ¿qué haces aquí?
Hace mucho frío.
Vine por mi chaqueta verde.
Que está aquí porque…
Lily la odia,
y la tiraría a la basura
si cayera en sus manos.
Bueno, quizá quieras
oír a una mujer con gusto.
Lo que me recuerda,
¿cómo va todo con Blair?
Esa es una buena transición,
pero todavía no hablamos realmente.
He estado ocupado con
el borrador de mi libro,
y ella ha estado ocupada…
con sus asuntos de princesa,
así que, ya sabes.
No, no sé. Y se besaron.
Por lo que lo mejor
es mantenerme alejado de ella.
Nada bueno podría salir con
nosotros saliendo en este momento.
Así que si no vamos a
ser más que amigos,
es difícil ser sólo amigos.
¿Ese es tu borrador?
Felicidades.
Al menos usaste tu tiempo
a solas para ser productivo.
Sí, en realidad me
siento bien con esto.
¿Te importaría esperar
al mensajero para que recoja esto?
Porque Chuck me invito a pasar
y voy a ir
de camino a la biblioteca.
¿Ya no está molesto contigo
por haber huido con Blair en la boda?
Bueno, supongo que ninguno de nosotros
está dejando que nuestros
sentimientos por Blair nos deprima.
Hablando de depresión, Lily tenía razón.
Esa chaqueta es horrible.
¿Por qué todo el mundo
odia esta chaqueta?
Te dije que lo siento.
No sé que me pasó.
Ni siquiera estoy segura de que fuera yo,
porque, ¿por qué besaría a Humphrey?
Así que esa es tu excusa,
¿trastorno múltiple de personalidad?
¿O un extraterrestre invadió tu cuerpo?
Nunca haría nada que te hiciera daño.
Demasiado tarde.
Mira, fue un error.
¿Qué quieres que haga?
¿Autoflagelación?
¿Llevar una camisa de cabello?
Si te refieres al horrible chaleco
de piel que llevabas ayer,
fui la única que lo sufrió
porque tenía que verlo.
¿Puedes pasarme la sal, por favor?
Parece que se acabó.
Iré por más.
Y me gustaría más tocino.
Crujiente, por favor.
¿Por qué no tomas el mío?
Parece que no tienes
problemas con ello.
¡¿Cuánto más vas a estar así?!
¡Ya basta! ¡No puedo soportarlo!
– No, no lo hizo.
– Sí, lo hizo.
¡Dorota, vamos!
¡Déjanos salir, Dorota!
¡No saldrán hasta que se arreglen!
¡Me da igual si lleva todo el día!
No me mires. Trabaja para ti.
Me alegra que llamaras, Nate.
Y yo que dijeras que sí.
Así que, ¿qué has hecho
desde la fiesta?
Se supone que tenía que
estar haciendo deberes,
pero lo he estado aplazando.
Ya sabes, salí con amigos,
intentando conocer mejor la ciudad.
mandé una solicitud de amistad
a esa chica Ivy… Charlie…
a Facebook, pero no he
vuelto a saber nada de ella.
Sí, bueno, está en Europa,
quizás es por eso.
¿Se fue con amigos o sola?
No tengo idea.
¿No te agrada o algo?
No, no, me agrada.
Me refiero a que ella y yo
tuvimos algo. Nada importante.
Pero si preguntas, creo
que deberías saberlo.
Estoy intentando ser sincero.
Bueno, te lo agradezco.
La sinceridad es difícil
de encontrar hoy en día.
No soy quién para hablar.
Mi madre ni siquiera
sabe que vivo aquí.
Ese es el libro de mi
amigo Dan. ¿Lo has leído?
En realidad, lo estoy interpretando
en el teatro del Upright
Citizens Brigade.
Es un grupo improvisado, y
tienen una noche del libro
donde leen fragmentos
de novelas recientes.
Esta noche toca “Inside”.
Déjame adivinar. La lectura sólo es
para que se burlen de ella, ¿verdad?
Un poco. Pero no es malo para Dan.
Debería venir.
Puedes invitarlo tú
misma. Viene en camino.
Vamos a sacar a Monkey de paseo.
Pensé que como él es la razón por la
que cargo con el perro callejero,
también debería helarse el trasero.
Así que, ¿ya se llevan bien?
Aquí está la cita de Monkey.
Encantado de verte, Humphrey.
¿En serio?
Claro.
Perder a Blair fue duro para los dos,
pero no es tu culpa.
Entonces, ¿no estás enfadado
por lo que pasó?
¿Porque te utilizó como
conductor para su huída?
Humphrey, ustedes pueden jugar a
“Llevando a la señorita Waldorf”
tanto como quieran.
En lo que a mí respecta,
no estoy interesado
en estar obsesionado con la mujer
que me rompió el corazón.
Soy sádico, no masoquista.
Creo que puedes estar detrás de algo.
¿No lo estoy siempre?
Como Monkey, me temo
que tendré que esperar.
A la nueva amiga de Nathaniel
le gustaría hablar
contigo sobre “Inside”.
Te guardaré esto por ahora.
¿Un expreso?
Claro.
Bueno, ¿qué es eso que
escucho de mi libro?
Lola lo está interpretando en un teatro.
En el Upright Citizens Brigade.
¿Habías oído hablar de ellos?
Esto es ridículo. Estoy casada.
Y no he visto a Dan desde San Valentín.
Lo que demuestra mi punto
de vista. Cuando sientes algo,
por alguien con quién no
puedes estar, lo evitas.
No estoy evitándolo.
Por si no lo recuerdas,
tengo una escolta real que vigila
cada movimiento que hago.
De acuerdo, bueno, pues
si no sientes nada por él,
entonces pasar un rato con Dan
no debería ser un
problema para él o para ti.
No lo es. Y te lo demostraré.
¿Cómo?
Saliendo con él un día entero.
¿Por qué no vienes conmigo?
No pienso pasar el
día contigo y con Dan.
¿Y eso qué demostraría, de todas formas?
Que él y yo no somos nada
más que viejos amigos.
Haré hincapié en su triste
cabello, ropa,
sus raíces de Brooklyn, y él desacreditará
mi crítica constructiva como “snobista”.
Compartiremos nuestros puntos de vista
sobre el cine francés más reciente.
¡Y no habrá besos!
¡Abre!
¿Todo arreglado?
Ni siquiera cerca.
Lo estará.
Ahora tengo que ir a
recoger los DVD de Dan.
Y tú espera aquí y dile
a Estee cuando llegue
que estoy con Dan…
mi amigo a quien no estoy
evitando porque sólo es mi amigo.
¡Manda fotos!
Estoy tan emocionado.
Leí sobre el Bret Easton
Ellis hace un tiempo.
Sí, vino por el
ensayo, estuvo en verdad genial.
Deberías venir.
Quiero decir, estoy segura que a los
otros actores les encantaría conocerte.
Vaya, eso sería genial.
Sólo tengo que hacer una llamada,
pero mi celular no tiene
batería. ¿Puedo usar el tuyo?
Sí, por supuesto.
Gracias.
Así que, ¿qué sigue?
¿El musical mundial de tu libro?
Sí, estaba pensando en mimos.
Los mimos serían geniales.
Hola, Nate. ¿Está todo bien?
No en realidad.
– No cuelgues.
– ¿Lola?
Mira, sé que estás usando mi
nombre. Lo que no sé es por qué.
¿Tienes problemas?
Es… complicado.
Pero te juro que no estoy
haciendo nada para hacerte daño.
Está bien, entonces explícamelo.
No… puedo.
Sólo… olvídalo, Lola, por favor.
Lo siento.
Creo que la policía
estaría muy interesada
en oír sobre ti.
¿Sabes? Robar la identidad
de alguien es delito.
Fue tan frío,
sólo quería pasar desapercibido, ¿sabes?
Acabo de colgar el teléfono al director
y tengo que estar ahí temprano.
¿Estás listo, Dan?
Sí. Chuck, si no te importa
dar ese paseo con el
perro en otra ocasión…
No, para nada. ¿Un frío paseo
con Monkey
o disfrutar del brillo
del éxito de tu libro? No te preocupes.
Llámame.
He estado llamándote por días.
¿Por qué no me has devuelto las llamadas?
Estoy en un silencioso retiro de yoga
al norte de Nueva York.
Que gracioso.
Tu hija y tú están en Nueva York.
No, no es cierto. Está en la universidad.
Sí. Sí, Julliard.
Y al parecer,
una de sus actividades extracurriculares
es divertirse con Nate Archibald.
Y ahora se hace llamar “Lola”.
¿Qué? ¿Cómo pudo suceder esto?
No lo sé.
Pero tienes que sacarla de ahí
antes que toda esta
farsa te explote en la cara.
Tengo que irme, pero gracias
por devolverme la llamada.
¿Quién era?
No has llamado a la familia, ¿verdad?
Ya me siento mucho mejor.
No quiero preocuparlos.
No, era la farmacia.
Olvidaron entregar
una de tus medicinas.
Ahora volvamos a la cama.
Lleva esto a la agente de
Humphrey. A la misma dirección.
Ten cuidado, chico solitario.
Parece que alguien
encontró consuelo
en una venganza al rojo vivo.
Necesito un taxi para ir
a la estación de tren.
Gracias.
Ahora vuelvo.
¿Está todo bien?
Estoy preocupada. La señora Cece
está teniendo problemas para respirar.
Creo que tenemos que
llevarla al hospital.
De acuerdo.
Entonces tenemos que ir
en contra de su voluntad
y decírselo al resto de la familia.
Sé que se enfadará, pero es lo correcto.
Deberían estar con ella.
Me encargaré de los
preparativos del viaje
mientras llamas a tu madre y tu tía.
Sabes, creo que sería
mejor que las llamaras tú.
Me confundo con los términos médicos.
Está bien.
¿Qué estás haciendo aquí ahora?
No podía esperar.
Bueno, vas a tener que hacerlo.
Estoy a punto de leer el borrador de Dan
para que podamos mandárselo a su editor.
Deberías mandarlo ahora,
porque lo que tengo en
mente va a ocupar toda…
la tarde.
Así…
no es cómo funciona el proceso.
Es Dan.
Le va a encantar a todo mundo.
Leí un… borrador, y se
veía bien.
Estoy seguro
de que todo lo que hizo fue cambiar
unas cuantas comas aquí y allá.
– ¿Debería…
– ¿Cerrar la puerta?
Ya lo hice.
Toma todas mis llamadas
y manda el borrador de
Dan a Jonathan Karp.
¿Así que todas estas personas están
aquí para representar mi historia?
Sí. En realidad hubo una discusión
sobre quién interpretaría a Clair.
Gané.
Sabía perfectamente que traer.
Este es nuestro director, Connor.
Dan, qué bien que hayas
podido venir al ensayo.
¿Hay algo que pueda hacer?
Sólo ser buen jugador
y prepararte para las burlas.
Bueno, es toda mi vida,
creo que puedo soportarlo.
Genial.
Así que vamos a empezar con
el baile de debutantes y la escena
de la destrucción del vestido, ¿verdad?
Sí, vamos a empezar con eso.
¿Ocurrió de verdad?
No, en realidad no.
Aunque Charlie robó el
vestido de Serena una vez.
Así que, ¿tú también
eres amigo de Charlie?
Algo así. Ella y yo… tuvimos algo.
Nos besamos. Algo así.
Es raro que yo esté diciendo esto.
Vaya, esa Charlie tiene experiencia.
En realidad debo contestar.
¿Nate? Hola, ¿qué pasa?
Dímelo tú. ¿No se le había
acabado la batería a tu teléfono?
Lo cargué.
Si querías el número de Charlie,
podías simplemente haber preguntado.
Está bien, me estás utilizando para
llegar a ella. ¿Por qué?
Tengo que ir al ensayo ahora, pero…
quizá si pasas
para comer algo conmigo
entre la actuación,
podríamos hablar de ello.
Está bien. Nos vemos entonces.
¿Está en una reunión
a puerta cerrada?
Muy bien, bueno. Sólo dile a Alessandra
que llamé. Gracias.
¡Humphrey! Ahí estás.
¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?
¿Qué estás haciendo tú aquí?
Bueno, te vi en el mapa de Gossip Girl,
y… pensé en venir y
devolverte estos DVDs.
¿Me buscaste en “Gossip Girl”?
¿Qué está pasando, Blair?
¿Qué? Nada.
¿No puede una amiga
detenerse a pasar el rato con
otro amigo para hacer…
lo que sea que estemos haciendo aquí?
No estamos haciendo nada aquí.
Tú tienes que ir a casa,
y yo estoy ocupado.
Y después de lo que
pasó en casa de Nate,
creo que estar juntos es
una receta para el desastre.
No seas tonto, Humphrey.
Podemos superar eso y ser amigos,
como en los viejos tiempos.
De hecho, tomemos una
foto de nuestra amistad
para poder recordar este
momento para siempre.
¡Oye, tú!… la de la diadema espantosa.
¡Ven, saca una foto!
¡Sonríe!
Serena debería ver lo bien que
lo estamos pasando ahora.
¿Sabes?, esa diadema me está trayendo
recuerdos de Hillary Clinton.
De los malos.
Sí. Yo nunca me la pondría.
Sólo la llevo porque
estoy interpretando a Clair.
Humphrey, ¿esta gente patética nos
está interpretando? Digo, ¿en serio?
Parece que trabajan… en una tienda
de segunda mano.
Es muy amable de tu parte que
hayas pasado a tomar un té
antes de volver a retirarte.
No sé cómo has estado
callada tanto tiempo.
Creo que yo explotaría.
Es un desafío, pero realmente
te da una sensación de paz,
especialmente porque echo
mucho de menos a Charlie.
Nosotros también.
¿Se divirtió mientras estaba aquí?
Escuché que Nate tuvo una
estupenda fiesta de San Valentín.
Genial para algunos.
Serena y Blair han
tenido algunos problemas.
Lo siento.
¿Charlie parecía estar bien?
Mencionó algo de que quizás
Nate estaba saliendo con alguien.
Sí, creo que con una chica llamada Lola,
pero no sé muy bien lo que está pasando.
Blair está con Dan.
Lo siento, cariño.
No, lo creas o no, en
realidad es algo bueno.
¿Qué?
¿Qué estén juntos?
Sí, lo sé. Tan loco como suena,
es su manera de disculparse.
Y si ella está dispuesta
a poner lo que sea que ha
pasado entre ellos en el pasado…
No sé. Quizás yo también debería.
¿Sabes qué? Voy a ir y hablar con ella.
Ustedes dos diviértanse.
Sé que no has venido sólo por un té.
¿Qué está pasando?
Salvada por la campana.
¿Hola?
Está justo aquí.
¿Cariño?
¿Cariño? ¿Por favor?
Ven conmigo al hospital.
Te veré allí.
No, no, por favor.
Por favor quédate conmigo.
Eres la única persona con
la que me siento segura.
No te dejaré.
Lo prometo.
El Doctor Glassman nos
verá en el hospital.
¿Va a venir el Doctor Glassman?
No, querida.
Hay un helicóptero esperándonos
en el Aeropuerto de East Hampton
para llevarnos a la ciudad.
El resto de la familia estará
en el hospital en una hora.
Clair es una dictadora,
y ni siquiera tienes portero.
Para ella, Brooklyn es sólo un lugar
donde su chófer pasa
llevándola de camino al J.F.K.
¿Por qué te importa lo que piense?
No tienes que quedarte, de verdad.
Tonterías. Somos amigos, y los
amigos se apoyan el uno al otro.
Los amigos no tienen miedo
de estar el uno con el otro
o sentirse raros juntos.
¿Quieres que te de la
mano para apoyarte?
Está bien, todo mundo,
cinco minutos de descanso.
¿Me necesitas ahora?
Por favor, necesítame.
En esta escena donde Clair besa a Dylan,
es, ¿un beso apasionado o uno dulce?
Yo me encargo de esto, Humphrey.
En primer lugar, si hubieras
hecho tus deberes,
conocerías la respuesta.
Me refiero a que incluso
Gossip Girl lo sabe.
¿Quién es Gossip Girl?
Pensé que esta compañía de
teatro era de profesionales.
¿Nunca has oído hablar
de la investigación?
Regístrate y aprende todo lo que tengas
que saber sobre mí, de inmediato.
Pero puedes saltarte mi primer
año de novata de la universidad.
En segundo lugar, Clair nunca
besaría apasionadamente a Dylan.
Si tuviera que darle un beso,
sería superficial,
como dar a alguien la
mano o acariciar a un perro.
No lo entiendo.
Es porque estás escuchando
los desvaríos de una loca.
Blair, vete a casa.
¿Estás siendo deliberadamente obtusa?
Me refiero a que un beso de
Clair y Dylan no significaría nada.
¿Te importa si se lo demuestro?
En realidad, sí.
Debería verse así.
Oye, ¿está todo bien?
Humphrey, se suponía que no debías
de devolver el beso. Lo arruinaste.
Sí, tienes razón. Es mi culpa.
Oigan, chicos, ¿saben lo
que le pasa a Serena?
Se acaba de ir muy enfadada.
Dios.
Nos vio besarnos otra vez.
¡Serena, espera!
Escucha, no es lo que parecía.
Por favor, sólo detente.
Aunque me duela, sé sincera
conmigo por un segundo
y dime la verdad, que te gusta Dan.
Yo…
No. Estoy…
estoy casada y…
le prometí a Chuck que lo esperaría.
Y hay una cláusula en el
contrato prenupcial.
Vamos. Ambas sabemos que si
sientes algo por alguien,
nada más en el mundo importa.
Eso no es verdad. No somos
siervos de nuestras emociones.
Podemos controlarlas, reprimirlas,
pisotearlas como bichos.
Sabes que, ya no puedo hacer esto más.
No puedo quedarme aquí y
escuchar cómo me mientes
y te mientes a ti misma. Terminé.
Parece que S y B, no pueden encontrar
ningún refugio del desagradable frío.
Hola mamá, ¿puedo llamarte
luego, por favor?
Dios mío.
Eres un problema.
Lo tomaré como un cumplido.
Permíteme.
Dios mío.
Hiciste que perdiera cuatro llamadas
de Jonathan Karp.
Me pregunto qué está pasando.
Sí, soy Alessandra,
busco a Jonathan.
Le debe haber encantado
el borrador de Dan
para llamar tan rápido.
Jonathan, hola.
¿Lo leíste?
¿No te encanta? Quiero decir,
inesperado, pero es…
¿Plagio?
Eso es imposible.
Parece que estás muy ocupada.
Te dejo con esto.
Estoy segura de que debe
haber alguna explicación.
¡Humphrey!
¿Nos disculpas?
No. No, no, por favor, no te vayas.
Estoy en mitad de algo aquí.
Pero Serena está enfadada
conmigo por el beso,
y yo sigo diciéndole que
no significó nada pero…
Basta Blair. Ya es suficiente. En serio.
Puedes irte si quieres.
No, esto es genial. Puedo usarlo.
O puedo irme.
En verdad necesito un amigo
en este momento.
No quiero ser tu amigo, Blair.
Quiero más. Te quiero a ti.
Y si tu no sientes lo mismo por mí,
entonces no creo que debamos
seguir viéndonos más.
No puedo creer
todos los detalles que Gossip Girl
sabe de sus vidas.
Lo sé. Da miedo, ¿verdad?
Entonces, ¿estás investigando
a Blair por tu personaje
o a Charlie para tu agenda secreta?
Siento haber sido tan misteriosa.
Es sólo por esta situación tan extraña,
y no quiero que te veas
envuelto en ella.
“Avistado: Charlie Rhodes
entrando al hospital.
Espero que sea para un chequeo
y no para ser ingresada”.
Dios mío.
Bueno, creo que se dónde vamos.
Oye, ¿puedes decirle a Connor
que tuve que irme?
¿Irte? ¿Quién interpretará a Clair?
¡Oye! Oye, tú.
Tu serías increíble.
Mamá ya debería estar aquí.
Voy a ver si hay noticias.
Está bien, yo esperaré aquí, entonces.
¡Espera! ¡Mamá!
Mamá, ¿está bien la abuela?
Sí, voy a comprobarlo ahora.
¿Madre?
Dios mío. ¿Está inconsciente?
No. Simplemente la sedaron.
Creemos que tiene un coágulo
de sangre en el pulmón.
Es muy común con el cáncer
y la quimioterapia.
¿Quimio? Ella no dijo nada.
Quiero decir…
Tenemos que hacerle una
tomografía inmediatamente.
Su médico la está esperando dentro.
Charlie, ¿qué estás haciendo aquí?
Sólo fui a visitar a la abuela y…
No seas tan modesta, Charlie.
Estuvo durante meses
con la Sra. Rhodes.
Ha sido un consuelo para ella.
¿Has estado cuidando de ella?
Dr. Glassman, ¿qué está pasando?
De acuerdo, si se tratase
de un coágulo de sangre,
entonces Cece necesitaría una
operación de urgencia para quitarlo.
Así que necesito que firme
inmediatamente unos papeles
para aprobar la operación.
Está bien. Yo me encargaré de ello.
Voy contigo.
¿Qué crees que estás haciendo?
Mira, yo creía que iban a llevarla
a un hospital en Hamptons.
Charlie, el médico también
quiere hablar contigo,
ya que tú has estado con ella
durante los últimos días.
Esto no ha terminado.
Parece que las cosas
se están calentando
para nuestra impostora preferida
del Upper East Side.
Aquí estás.
He estado llamando y llamando.
Lo siento. Lo tenía silenciado.
Pero me alegra que hayas recibido
mi correo para que vengas esta noche.
Tenía un montón de libros enviados
para venderlos frente a mi casa.
Conozco la jerga.
Pero todas las ganancias irán a U.C.B.
¿Qué te parece mi borrador?
¿Te refieres al que plagiaste?
¿De qué estás hablando?
El borrador que enviaste
es una versión resumida
de un libro que ya fue publicado…
por Jonathan Karp.
“Blast Off!” fue el
primer libro que editó.
Sí, sí. Conozco ese libro.
Es sobre la primera tripulación del
programa del transbordador espacial.
Pero tú sabes de qué trata mi libro.
Es una historia
alternativa de Manhattan
como una monarquía.
No es la que enviaste.
Puede que leyeras el borrador de otro.
Sí, técnicamente no lo he leído.
Quiero decir que tu primer
borrador era muy bueno.
Así que…
Está bien, pero lo he comprobado tres
veces con la empresa de mensajería.
Venía de ti.
Y si no podemos demostrarles
que esto es un terrible error,
están hablando de echarte.
¿Qué? ¿Por qué?
Dan, el plagio es un delito grave.
Está bien, déjame
revisar en mi computadora sólo para
asegurarme que tienes el correcto,
y haremos que todo desaparezca.
La casa abre a las cinco.
He estado buscándote por todas partes.
Sólo quería hacerme a un lado,
darles algo de espacio
a ti y a tú familia.
Lo que tiene sentido ya
que no eres de la familia.
Se supone que deberías haber
desaparecido hace meses.
Y lo decía en serio.
¿Pero te diste cuenta de que
mi madre era un objetivo fácil?
Mira, Cece ha sido muy amable conmigo.
Sólo quería darle las
gracias, y cuando la vi,
me di cuenta de que estaba enferma.
Mi abuela murió de cáncer,
y vi los síntomas…
No quiero escuchar tu
sentimental historia.
Bueno, no puedo irme ahora.
Le prometí a Cece que me quedaría.
Además, ¿qué pensarían los demás?
Bueno, espera por tu bien
que no lo hagan.
No lo entiendo. Desapareció.
Pero lo respaldaste, ¿verdad?
Dan, ¿es algún tipo de grito de ayuda?
Puedes decírmelo.
No, te lo juro,
no sé qué está pasando.
Tal vez el mensajero lo arruinó.
Quizá alguien se está
metiendo conmigo.
¿Quién iría tan
lejos para hacerte esto?
Bonita bufanda.
Gracias. Es una Shatoosh.
Fue un regalo.
Voy a volver a la oficina
a intentar convencer a Karp
de que fue un error o una broma pesada.
Tú ve a casa y reescríbelo
tan rápido como puedas.
¿Cuándo olvidaste quién eres?
Querías ser la mujer
más poderosa de América.
“No sólo de América”.
¿En serio?
Sólo que no hay nada
poderoso en ti ahora mismo.
Siempre vas por ese camino
cuando estás con Charlie Trout.
No sé quién soy sin él, Sabrina.
Están haciendo en verdad un estupendo
trabajo aquí, chicos,
burlándose de ello.
Mira… lo entiendo. De verdad.
Tienes miedo de lo que pensará la gente
si cambias de idea,
pero no deberían importarte.
Nunca solían hacerlo.
Eres Clair Carlyle.
Tienes el control de tu propio destino,
y de la mayoría de Manhattan.
¿Desde cuándo eres tan inteligente?
No puedo llevarme el crédito.
Es Dylan.
¿Dylan?
Nosotras puede que
seamos grandes amigas,
pero Dylan y tú tienen algo que
ni siquiera nosotras podemos tener.
¿Recuerdas cuando ganaste
esa competición de ensayos,
y tu madre estaba demasiado ocupada
para no aparecer siquiera a
verte recoger el premio?
¿Quién vino, a pesar de que lo
tratases terriblemente mal?
¿Dan vino a eso?
Lo ves, Dylan siempre ha estado
ahí para ti,
incluso cuando no lo sabías.
No importa cómo lo trates,
se preocupa por ti,
no a pesar de quién eres,
sino por quién eres.
Dan me quiere por cómo soy.
Sí, Dylan te quiere.
Dios mío.
Tengo que irme.
¿Sabes qué?
Esa no es tu línea.
No, yo, Blair. Tengo que irme.
¿Hay noticias?
Dios. Bueno, la están
preparando para la cirugía.
Por lo visto, su cáncer, que
no sabíamos que había vuelto,
respondió bien a la quimio,
pero entonces…
esto es sólo como una pesadilla.
¿Mamá?
¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?
Lo siento. ¿A quién buscas?
Espera. ¿Lola? ¿La conoces?
Mamá, ¿qué está pasando?
Carol, ¿de qué está hablando esta chica?
¿La conoces?
Sí. Sí.
Es…
mi hija.
¿Qué?
Bueno, ¿entonces quién eres tú?
Oh no, Ivy. ¿Notas ese escalofrío
impregnando el aire?
Eso es el Upper East Side
dándote la espalda
y lanzándote al frío.
Carol, no lo entiendo.
¿Porqué presentaste a esta
chica como tú hija?
¿Quién es?
Ivy Dickens.
Sí. Conocemos esa historia.
Dios mío. Así que Max
estaba diciendo la verdad.
Ivy, no digas nada.
Tu madre me contrató
para que fuera tú.
¿Por qué harías eso?
Para protegerte.
Se suponía que tenía que
acceder a tu fondo fiduciario
para tu madre, lo hice,
y entonces volví a mi vida,
luego me encontré contigo en L.A.
Así que viniste conmigo a Nueva York.
Así que cuando mi investigador
privado encontró a Lola,
era la verdadera Charlotte Rhodes.
¿Hiciste todo esto por dinero?
¿Me escondiste toda una
familia por dinero?
No sabes lo que estas personas,
son capaces de hacer.
Pasé toda la vida
huyendo de ellos por ti.
Sí, huyendo de la gente que
acepto a tu falsa hija
como nuestra. Debemos ser
unos monstruos.
Lily, Rufus y Serena, entiendo
que estén enfadados.
Miren, lo siento.
Charlie… no.
¿Por qué me hiciste esto?
No sé de lo que estás hablando.
Cambiaste el borrador.
Cuando vi el foulard Shahtoosh
en Alessandra, lo supe.
Pensé que fue un buen toque.
Me impresiona que valores la calidad.
Has aprendido mucho de mí en
un corto periodo de tiempo.
Querías que supiera que eras tú.
No puedes probar nada.
No, pero cuando Jonathan Karp
vea mi borrador real…
¿Antes o después que la “Página seis”
publique a Dan Humphrey por
el plagiario que es?
Sea cierto o no, serás manchado,
y tu editor te abandonará para siempre.
Como ves, no puedes ganar
contra mí, Humphrey.
Ni siquiera puedes competir.
Así que esto es sobre Blair.
Bueno, entonces supongo que
no competiré.
Debo ganar.
No estarías intentándolo tanto
si no tuviera una verdadera
oportunidad con ella.
Y hasta este momento no estaba
seguro de que la tuviera.
Así que gracias.
Ahora, si me disculpas,
tengo mejores cosas que hacer.
¿Por qué volviste a Nueva York conmigo?
No tenías que hacerlo.
Y por lo que recuerdo, no querías.
Nunca tuve una familia de verdad.
Fuiste tan buena conmigo,
como la hermana mayor que nunca tuve.
De verdad me importaban.
¿Te importábamos nosotros o el dinero?
Supongo que fue idea tuya
guardar en secreto
la recaída de mi abuela
para que así pudieras
ser la única para ella
cuando no había nadie más.
Escucha, le rogué para que
les llamara.
No quería preocuparlos.
¿Sabes qué? Esto es
un asunto de familia, ¿está bien?
Así que te tienes que ir ahora.
No, prometí a Cece que
me quedaría con ella.
No me iré.
No eres nada para ella,
una extraña, nadie,
así que sal de aquí antes
de que llame a la policía.
¡Charlie!
Ahora me conocen como “Lola”.
¿”Lola”? Supongo que hay algunas cosas
que también me has estado ocultando.
No toda una familia.
Durante toda mi vida me has
dicho que sólo éramos nosotras.
¿Qué es tan horrible de esa gente
por lo que no querías que los conociera?
¿O es que pensabas que no
merecía conocerlos?
Claro que no.
¡Te quiero! Todo…
Todo lo que hice
fue para protegerte,
para protegernos.
Después de hoy, no hay un nosotras.
No quiero saber nada de ti.
No hablas en serio.
El rechazo más doloroso
siempre viene de quienes más quieres…
Adiós, madre.
Y eso tiene que doler.
Gracias por contarme lo de Cece.
Tengo un poco de miedo de entrar.
Serena está tan enfadada.
Serena no tiene nada por
lo que estar enfadada.
Tu misma lo dijiste.
Bueno, quizás lo está.
Quizás tenga razón.
¿Sobre qué?
Sobre mí negando que tengo
sentimientos por ti.
Hoy vine a verte para probar
que no estoy negándolo.
Una de mis especialidades…
lógica subversiva.
Es una habilidad única que tienes.
Es terrible.
No, no es terrible. Eres tú.
No puede ser terrible.
Humphrey…
¿Cómo puede pasar esto?
El contrato prenupcial
y Chuck, Serena.
Bueno, sea lo que sea,
tendrá que esperar.
¿Y qué si no quiero esperar?
Me adelantaré a ver a mi padre.
Así que parece que tenías razón.
Tengo sentimientos hacía Dan.
Lo siento.
No tienes que sentirlo.
Pero no voy a verlo.
No porque lo niegue,
si no porque me importa
mucho tu amistad.
Tú estás primero.
Eres mi familia.
Escucha, esto no va a
ser fácil para mí,
pero al menos eres sincera.
Y si nuestra amistad es verdadera,
que sé que lo es,
entonces podremos superar esto.
Van a tener que enfrentarse
a un montón de obstáculos,
pero no voy a ser uno de ellos.
No quiero entrometerme entre ustedes.
Sin embargo, me alegro mucho
que estés aquí.
Te necesito.
Hola.
Hola.
Así que supongo que somos primas.
Eso creo.
Mira, si alguna vez quieres
tomar un café o algo,
me encantaría conocerte.
Hasta hace diez minutos,
ni siquiera sabía que
tenía una familia, así que…
Perdona si no estoy interesada
en “un café o algo”.
¿Qué quieres decir con que la chica del
servicio de banquetes es tu prima?
Han pasado muchas cosas.
¿Lista para afrontar el caos?
Primero tengo que hacer una llamada.
Está bien.
Chuck,
deja de intentar hacer daño a Dan.
Si quieres enfadarte con
alguien, enfádate conmigo.
Nunca podría enfadarme contigo.
Es agradable oír eso, de verdad, pero…
ser una buena persona no
es sólo ser bueno conmigo.
Dan no te ha hecho nada más
que ser tu amigo.
Hiciste que pareciera como si
quisieras que yo te esperase.
¿Eso fue una mentira?
¿Han cambiado tus sentimientos?
No lo sé.
Pero pase lo que pase,
no castigues a Dan por mi confusión.
Necesito algo de tiempo
para entender algunas cosas, y…
si vas a perseguirlo, lo único
que harás será unirnos más,
y sé que eres demasiado
inteligente para eso.
Eres mejor que eso, así que por favor.
Blair, no…
Tengo que irme.
Mientras esperamos que
la primavera llegue,
desesperadamente buscamos los signos
de que el duro invierno esté acabando.
¿Hola?
Estoy a punto de enviarte algo.
Revisa tu correo.
CHUCK BASS RE: VERDADERO
BORRADOR DE DAN
Y las señales son claras,
un rayo de luz del sol
que corte a través de la oscuridad.
Gracias por esperarme.
Por supuesto. ¿Encontraste a Charlie?
¿Estás bien?
No lo sé.
De verdad tengo que salir de aquí.
Bueno, déjame llevarte a casa.
En realidad no quiero estar sola.
¿Puedo quedarme contigo?
El brote de una nueva relación
surgiendo a través del suelo congelado.
Oye, Alessandra acaba de llamar.
Chuck mandó mi verdadero borrador.
¿En serio?
Sí, ella piensa que puede salvar esto.
Eso es genial, Dan.
Sí, me pregunto que lo habrá
hecho cambiar de opinión.
Me voy a casa.
¿Necesitas algo?
Estoy bien. Gracias.
Yo me quedo.
Serena me necesita.
Una repentina subida
de la temperatura…
Pero no lo olviden, habitantes del
Upper East Side,
febrero no es el fin del
invierno en esta ciudad.
Aún hay un largo camino por recorrer.
Resulta que las islas
tropicales son aburridas,
y la falta de escándalos
me está afectando.
Así que decidí
avivar el calor desde lo lejos.
Tengo cierto correo del chico solitario
que hará hervir la sangre de Chuck Bass.
Por supuesto que te amo, Chuck.
Siempre te he amado.
Te amo más y más cada día,
si es que es posible
amar tanto a alguien.
Humphrey, eres un desgraciado.
Pero si crees que el invierno
ha terminado, piénsalo de nuevo.
Seguramente habrá otra ola de frío…
y por desgracia, algunos no
sobrevivirán al invierno.
No les tengo buenas noticias.
Cece tuvo un derrame cerebral cuando la
preparábamos para cirugía.
No hay nada que podamos hacer.
Tienen que entrar y despedirse.
Así que salgan del frío,
mis habitantes del Upper East Side…
y entren al acogedor calor de mi hogar.
Mis puertas están siempre abiertas.
Besos y abrazos, Gossip Girl.

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“Castle” Linchpin – 2012 en Español

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Anteriormente en “Castle”…
Manos arriba. Thomas
Gage, queda arrestado.
Todo lo que tenéis de mí,
va a desaparecer.
Me interesa mucho saber
cómo salió de
de la celda durante tu turno.
Castle…
Rick Castle se ha quedado sin palabras.
Sophia Turner.
Hola, Rick.
¿Eres la Clara Strike de
los libros de Derrick Storm?
Bienvenidos a la CIA.
Gage era nuestro empleado más efectivo.
Se volvió sin escrúpulos.
Pandora es el nombre en clave
para la misión de Gage.
¿Quién es él?
Dr. Nelson Blakely.
Ahí está.
Era una leyenda en la agencia.
Su meta era encontrar un pequeño evento
que pudiera desencadenar un gran evento.
Blakely es quien creó Pandora.
Esto es más que el peor de los casos.
Dr. Blakely, ¿qué está pasando?
Encontré el detonante
que hará que nuestro país llegue a su
fín tal como lo conocemos.
– Dr. Blakely…
– Están aquí.
¡Espera! ¡Espera!
– ¡Beckett!
– ¡Castle!
Esta puerta no se abre.
Sí, la mía tampoco.
Creo que el golpe dobló el chasis.
Necesitamos algo para romper el cristal.
Mi pistola.
Castle, no puedo…
no puedo encontrarla.
Creo que la tiraron cuando
nos golpearon.
Ayúdame a buscarla.
Estoy atrapada.
¿Qué quieres decir con
que estás atrapada?
Quiero decir que mi cinturón
está atascado.
Y el asiento no se moverá.
Vale, ¿y con un cuchillo?
¿Tienes un cuchillo?
En el maletero.
De acuerdo, mira, nos estamos
quedando sin tiempo.
Necesito que intentes
encontrar la pistola,
y le pegaremos un tiro al cinturón.
No la toco.
– Castle.
– Vale. Aguanta. Aguanta.
Solo permanece aquí.
La encontré.
¿Castle?
¡Castle!
Supongo que lo bueno
de tener a tu hija en
la escena del crimen es
que te puede traer ropa seca.
Gracias.
Gracias.
Tú habrías hecho lo mismo por mí.
Probablemente.
Me alegra que encontraras mi pistola.
Todo eso de un coche hundiéndose
mola más en las películas
que en la vida real.
Y para que conste, prefiero
ver thrillers de espionaje
que vivirlos.
Así que…
dime…
¿Cómo puede parecerse la
víctima a Nelson Blakely
cuando se supone que murió hace 10 años?
Sí. Yo…
Sí, qué raro, ¿no?
Sí. Qué raro.
Muertes falsas, un coche en el agua
¿No creéis que es un buen momento
para decirnos qué demonios
está ocurriendo?
Lo siento, Javi.
Está clasificado.
Yo era de las Fuerzas Especiales.
Solía comerme lo clasificado
para desayunar.
¿Y sin embargo el escritor
puede saberlo?
Vale. Estaré por ahí con
la patrulla portuaria
intentando averiguar cómo sacar a
tu unidad fuera del meollo.
Me alegro de que estéis bien.
Gracias.
¿Chico escritor?
– ¿Crees que nuestro tirador era Gage?
– Sí.
Creo que se está deshaciendo
de todo aquel
que pueda descubrir
sus operaciones malintencionadas.
Bueno, está haciendo un buen trabajo.
Seguimos sin saber qué es Pandora.
Bueno, sabemos que Blakely tenía miedo.
Y sabemos que estaba trabajando en algo
lo suficientemente grande como
para amenazar al futuro del país.
Sólo que no sabemos en qué
demonios estaba trabajando.
Tiene que haber una pista
en algo de su vida.
Quizás haya algo en el cuerpo
que pueda decirnos algo.
No. Ya lo hemos comprobado.
No había nada en sus bolsillos.
Pero el modo en que estaban girados
hacia afuera me hace pensar
que alguien los vació.
Gage.
Ryan, reúne a algunos equipos
para registrar el edificio.
– ¿Qué estamos buscando?
– No lo sé.
Pero él nos trajo aquí por alguna razón.
Lanie, mira qué
puedes encontrar en él.
dientes, cicatrices, huellas, tatuajes
cualquier cosa que pueda significar algo
-Está muerto.
Verán, puedo explicarlo.
Entra al coche.
¿Qué demonios creéis que
estáis haciendo?
Lo que querías, encontrar a Blakely.
¿Descifraste su código y ni siquiera
pensaste en decírmelo?
Mira, en defensa de Castle,
había pocas probabilidades de éxito
y él no quería malgastar tu tiempo
en caso de equivocarse.
-y estábamos llevándolo…
-Cuando fue asesinado
bajo tu custodia.
¿Qué estábais haciendo en el muelle?
– Nos pidió que lo lleváramos allí.
– ¿Por qué?
No lo sabemos.
Bueno, ¿habéis averiguado algo?
Fue contratado para analizar
la vulnerabilidad de los Estados Unidos.
Él dijo que encontró un punto débil
en nuestra economía
un detonante, que si alguien fuera tras él,
empezaría la caída del domino.
¿La caída hacía que?
El fín de nuestro país
tal como lo conocemos.
Así que, ¿Cuál es el siguiente paso?
No hay siguiente paso.
No para vosotros dos.
Fue un error meteros en el aro.
Sabes, realmente pensé…
realmente pensé que habías cambiado.
Pero ¿sabes qué?
Tú eres el mismo imprudente,
inmaduro, egocentrísta imbécil
que siempre fuiste
y has puesto esta investigación
en riesgo.
Mira, lo siento.
¿Lo sientes?
Estamos a un paso
del próximo 11S o peor.
Este no es uno de tus
malditos libros, Rick.
Esto es la vida real, y cuando
las cosas van mal,
no puedes simplemente reescribir
el final como hiciste con nosotros.
Sacalos a los dos fuera de aquí.
Entonces…
dormiste con ella.
Sí, sí.
Sí, dormí con ella.
¿Han habido otras?
– ¿Mujeres?
– Musas.
No. ¿Porque?
Solo quería saber cómo de
grande es el club. Eso es todo.
Hey, chicos. ¿Qué tenéis?
Vale, eh, eh, eh, eh.
En primer lugar, no hay ningún club.
y en segundo lugar, estamos fuera
del caso si te acuerdas.
Estamos fuera de su caso. Yo sigo
teniendo un asesinado por resolver.
Donde tu principal sospechoso
está metido en medio de una operación de la CIA
No me importa en medio de qué esté.
Thomas Gage ha asesinado a tres personas
Una de ellas bajo mi custodia.
Nos encerró en un maletero.
y luego mandó mi coche
al fondo del Hudson.
Gage es un agente encubierto entrenado.
No hay forma de que puedas atraparlo.
Sí, puedo, si averiguo dónde va a ir.
Si averiguamos en qué
estaba trabajando Blakely,
encontramos el detonante.
Si encontramos el detonante,
encontramos a Gage.
¿Había algo en el almacén?
Sí, justo después de iros,
los federales aparecieron
y no echaron.
Pero encontramos algo en
Nelson Blakely
Sus huellas pertenecían a Scott McGregor
de Long Island.
El problema es que McGregor solo parece
existir en el papel.
No podemos encontrar ningún
rastro en el mundo real.
¿Habéis enviado unidades
a la dirección que aparece?
Sí, y la familia que vive allí
nunca ha oído hablar de él.
y nadie ha reconocido su foto.
Bueno, alguien tiene que conocerlo.
Alguien lo hizo.
Él juega ajedrez.
Eso no es un deporte individual.
Pensé que estábamos fuera del caso.
Bueno, escuchaste lo que Sophia dijo.
Que soy un irresponsable, inmaduro,
centrado en sí mismo, imbécil.
Si eres lo suficientemente
terca para seguir adelante,
Soy lo suficientemente estúpido
como para ir contigo.
De acuerdo. Ustedes indaguen todos los
de los parques de ajedrez en la ciudad.
Vamos a ver si podemos sacar
algunos de sus oponentes.
Beckett
¿Qué?
¿Qué quieres decir, el
cuerpo nunca llegó?
Ellos interceptaron el transporte.
Al parecer,
tenían una orden judicial.
Eso es imposible
¿Cómo obtuvieron una orden judicial
tan rápido
No lo sé
Deberías preguntarle a tu novia
¿Novia?
Sí, de acuerdo.
Dormimos juntos
Hace mucho tiempo.
¿Cuál es el problema?
Ho hay ningún problema.
Acuéstate con quien quieras.
Cuantas más mejor.
Tengo los informes toxicológicos
que querías.
Sí. Déjalos ahí, cariño.
Gracias.
Así que disdrutando de tu nuevo
puesto de interna?
Bueno, estoy aprendiendo mucho.
Demasiado creo.
Y pensé que los cuerpos
iban a ser lo más
grotesco.
Que divertido. Buenas noches.
¿Y de quién estaba hablando
Beckett?
No es de tu incumbencia.
Ve a dormir.
La mujer en el muelle,
¿Quién es ella?
Nadie.
Ahora vete al cama
Me di cuenta de la forma en que
la mirabas.
Ella no es cualquiera.
Bueno, no importa quién sea porque
no voy a verla nunca más.
Ahora vete al cama
¿Sábes?, si vas a guardarme secretos,
podría empezar a guardarte
secretos también.
A tu edad, pienso que
podría ser una buena idea.
Sofia.
Hola, Rick.
-DIFUNDE LA PALABRA-
El…
Cómo.. qué eres tú.. cómo.. cómo entraste aquí?
Estoy en la CIA.
Así que se están volviendo novelas gráficas ahora?
Si. Umm…
la primera salió bien, así que
van a hacer otra.
Entonces tu que crees,
se parece a mi?
Uh… ¿que estas haciendo aquí?
Vas detras de Gage, no?
No. Estamos fuera del caso,
recuerdas?
Mm. Solias mentir mejor.
Sé que has estado mirando
en los alias de Blakely.
Está bien, Rick. No me importa.
De hecho, te quiero
en este caso.
– Pero–
– Sé lo que dije,
pero también se lo que está en juego.
Teneros a tí y a Beckett
a bordo
no fue una decisión muy popular,
y después de lo que pasó con
Blakely, tengo que mantenerme firme.
Pero sé que clase de
activo puedes ser.
Sé que seguirás indagando
sin importar lo que diga.
Es tu naturaleza.
Necesitas saber como
termina la historia.
Como con ella.
Ella lo sabe?
Bueno,eso es…
Siempre hacías como si estuvieras
jugando con dinamita.
Tan solo ten cuidado de que
no explote en tu cara.
Ella es diferente.
¿Es ella?
¿O sólo piensas que es ella?
He oído que llegaste al mismo callejón
sin salida con Blakely que nosotros.
Pense que podrías
ser capaz de probarlo.
Es lo que Blakely estaba
buscando en el muelle.
Lo encontramos en una bolsa con
billetes de avión, dinero,
y algunas identidades falsas.
¿Números de cuenta?
Todos de bancos nacionales.
Y desde que Blakely era
un ciudadano americano
No tienes permiso
para mirar.
Pero vosotros no.
Y esas cuentas pueden contener
pistas como quién le contrató.
Y asumiendo que todavía
quieres saber como termina la historia…
Solo mantenme al tanto esta vez.
Y, Rick…
trata de que no te maten.
Todavia te tengo algo de cariño.
¿Donde estan los chicos?
Estan recorriendo el parque del ajedrez,
buscando a alguien que
conociese a Blakely.
¿Y porqué no estas con ellos?
Porque mi coche esta en el
fondo del rio Hudson,
y Gates no me prestará otro
hasta que escriba un informe
del incidente,
cosa que no puedo hacer porque
este caso es clasificado.
¿Que?
Nada.
Ese es un ejemplo perfecto de detonante.
Este caso puede no
terminar de resolverse porque
no tienes acceso a un coche.
No me hagas dispararte.
Bueno, si me disparas,
¿quién te va a ayudar
a seguir esta pista?
Banco Blakely
informacion de cuentas
A por eso iba al embarcadero.
Si podemos rastrear su dinero…
¿Dónde conseguiste eso?
De Sophia.
Ella vino a mi casa anoche.
– No así.
– No, por supuesto.
¿Y qué pasa con “imprudente, inmaduro,
egocéntrico idiota?
Estaba actuando, por sus compañeros.
Beckett, es una ventaja.
Ella nos quiere en el caso
¿De que crees que va esto, eh?
Huele a operación de inteligencia.
CIA, NSA , DHS?
Mismas Letras,
Diferente Abecedario.
Tengo algunos tipos
del servicio
voluntarios para
operaciones inteligentes.
Yeah, como les gustará?
Estan todos muertos.
Hey, chicos.
¿Reconoceis a este hombre?
De hecho, sí.
Uh, viene al parque dos o tres
veces a la semana.
Busca juegos.
¿Que sabeis de él?
Es un maniaco del ajedrez.
Hace algunos movimientos extraños,
como sacrificar su reina
sólo para ver lo que pasa.
Él siempre gana, a pesar de todo.
¿Sabeis como se llama?
Scott o algo así.
Pero si quereis saber
sobre este tio,
deberiais hablar con Jani.
¿Jani? ¿Quién es Jani?
Otro jugador.
Él y tu chico
Han estado mucho
tiempo juntos últimamente
Así que Blakely tiene más de $2 millones
en seis cuentas, i ninguna
bajo su nombre real
Los ingresos se hicieron sin ánimo
de lucro, a grupo de ayuda,
organizaciones medioambientales.
Así que si su secreto eran esas cuentas,
es posible que uno de esos pagos
fuera para la opración Pandora.
Exacto. Estos dos.
Ingresos de medio millón de dólares
cada uno.
Este fue de hace tres meses,
y éste de hace una semana.
El primero y el último de los pagos.
Ambos de cuentas extranjeras.
pero están cerradas.
Es un callejón sin salida.
Puede que tengamos una pista
sobre Blakely.
El tipo del parque dijo que
estaba pasando el tiempo
con este hombre…Janacek Spivey.
Dos veces campeón nacional de ajedrez,
ahora profesor de Economía
en la Universidad de Asuntos
Internacionales.
¿Un profesor de Economía?
Crees que esta relacionado?
Bueno, no sé si esto ayuda,
pero el tipo es también asesor del FMI,
del Consejo Económico de la ONU,
y del Comité de Finanzas del Congreso.
Sí, es él
Pero dijo que se llamaba
McGregor, no Blakely
¿Que sabes sobre él?
Um, era la pesadilla
de un jugador de ajedrez
Uh, parecía que sabía
todos las jugadas que iba a hacer
antes de hacerlo.
No, quiero decir…
Personalmente.
Realmente no habló nunca
de su vida personal.
Los testigos dicen que pasabais mucho
tiempo hablando. ¿sobre qué?
Teoría económica.
Cuando descubrió lo que hice,
me hizo un millón de preguntas.
¿Qué tipo de preguntas?
Sobre las fuerzas económicas mundiales,
modelos históricos socioeconómicos.
Había veces en las que parecía
que él sabía más que yo.
Era bastante aficionado.
Era más que una afición para él.
¿Se centró específicamente en algo?
No que yo recuerde.
Pero estaba preocupado por
la economía de los EU.
¿Y él nunca mencionó familia o amigos?
-¿Algún sitio donde hubiera comprado?
¿Algo que pueda indicar donde vivía?
No, pero creo que vivía en Union Square.
¿Por qué lo dices?
Después de uno de nuestros paseos,
me di cuenta que me había
dejado mi ajedrez en el parque.
Le vi entrar en un edificio de allí.
¿Crees que podrías identificar
el edificio para nosotros?
Creo que sí.
Tengo que cogerte prestado el coche.
Sí, ésta es su casa.
Pero dijo que se llamaba Finley,
no Blakely o McGregor.
Gracias.
¿Qué estamos buscando?
Papeles, ordenadores, registros
telefónicos, facturas…
cualquier cosa que nos ayude a
averiguar en qué estaba metido.
Beckett.
Creo que lo he encontrado.
¿Qué demonios?
“Revueltas contra los impuestos”.
“Colapso de la economía europea”.
“Irán invade Iraq”
“Siria avanza sobre Israel”
“Estados Unidos envía tropas a Taiwan”.
“Estados Unidos envía tropas a Oriente Medio”.
“Rusia avanza sobre Europa del Este.”
¿Qué tipo de desenlance iba
ha crear este detonante?
El fin de nuestro país tal
y como lo conocemos.
Una tercera guerra mundial.
Esto no puede ser real.
Nadie puede predecir todo esto.
Puede que no,
pero un puñado de personas más listos
que nosotros creen que pueden
Y matarían por encubrirlo
He encontrado una alarmante vulnerabilidad…
Por aquí.
Un eje que estaba basado en la economía
que causaría una crisis y devastación
superior a lo que hubieramos visto
hasta ahora.
La caida en dominó nunca se pararía.
¿Quién es ella?
No lo sé, pero es esto.
Ella es la pieza clave.
El primer dominó a caer que…
lleva a la guerra.
Les di el proyecto
que desencadenará el fin de nuestro
país tal como lo conocemos.
Tengo que llamarles.
Tienen que saberlo.
Cuelga el teléfono.
-¿Gage?
-Deja el teléfono en el suelo.
Ahora corre.
– ¿Qué?
– ¡Corre!
Creí que eras el tío malo.
Si fuera el chico malo, estarías
muerto ahora.
Por aquí.
No, mi coche está delante.
Están vigilando tu coche.
Si vais por ese camino, moriréis.
¿Quién está ahí fuera? ¿Quiénes son?
Puedes tener las respuestas
o puedes vivir.
Es tu decisión.
¡Abajo!
Necesitamos llamar a nuestro
contacto de la CIA.
Necesitamos decirles que vamos a hacer.
Nada de llamadas.
¿Dónde estamos?
En algun sitio seguro, pero no tenemos
mucho tiempo, ¿de acuerdo?
He estado ahí, he escuchado la charla.
Sea lo que sea, será mañana.
Tuvisteis a Blakely antes que yo.
¿Quién es el objetivo?
¿Por qué mataste a Blakely y a McGarth?
No lo hice.
Vamos. ¿De verdad quieres que te
quite la pistola otra vez?
– No tenemos tiempo.
– Haz tiempo.
Mira, como baza,
teneis que desarrollar ciertas
habilidades de supervivencia, vale?
La principal es la habilidad de saber
cuando algo va mal
sin saber por qué.
Es siempre algo insignificante,
un ruido estático en
el teléfono de tu casa
un pequeño retraso en la autorización
para usar tus tarjetas de crédito,
o la más imperceptible de las pausas
en una conversación con tu superior.
Algo va mal,
y si no averiguas qué es,
no vas a sobrevivir la semana.
Ahora alguien está intentando
mandar este mundo
en espiral hacia la guerra,
y ellos quieren hacerme responsable,
pero ninguna de esas dos
cosas va a pasar.
Ahora necesito que me digáis
cuál es el nombre del objetivo.
Déjame llamar a mi contacto en la CIA.
-Puede ayudarnos.
Todo indica que Pandora fue fundada
por un industrial militar con contactos
en la Europa del este.
Ellos no pueden llevar a cabo
esta operación,
bien, no sin ayuda de alguien de dentro.
Detective, ¿no lo pilla?
Mi propia gente me está
tendiendo una trampa.
y no van a parar hasta que esté muerto,
Por que Yo soy la diversión.
De acuerdo, si todos intentan
pararme a mí
Entonces nadie está
intentando detener Pandora.
Solo yo.
Ahora voy a preguntarte por última vez,
¿Quién es el objetivo?
Hola, Thomas.
Es el la estrategia más antigua
crear una crisis para poder aparecer
Justo a tiempo para salvar el día
Gage estaba jugando contigo.
Él quería que pensaras que
él era el bueno.
Necesitaba tu confianza.
Yeah, pero entonces ¿por qué nos pregunto?
¿quién era el detonante?
¿No debería haberlo sabido?
Estaba protegiendo su operación.
Estaba averiguando cuánto
sabíamos antes de matarte.
Bien, si tienes razón y el
ataque estaba establecido,
entonces él no puede
estar trabajando solo.
Gage debe tener un cómplice.
Lo que significa que no ha acabado.
La brigada de incendios fue incapaz
de contener el fuego en
el apartamento de Blakely.
Toda su investigación se ha ido.
Quiero que compruebes esto
con todas las bases de
datos faciales que tenemos.
Quiero saber quién es y
quiero saber cómo demonios
podría ser una niña de 10 años
la primera ficha de dominó
que nos lleve a una guerra.
¿Dónde está Gage?
En el depósito.
¿Sabes quién es el tipo
al que lanzaste por la
ventana, Gary Harper?
Él era un amigo.
Entonces no deberías haberlo
enviado a por mí.
Sabes, nos hemos visto antes,
en Berlín,
el asunto de Mannheim.
Tú estabas ahí en la
entrega con el español.
Tú eras bueno.
¿Así que para quién trabajas ahora?
¿Quién es la chica?
¿Quién es el detonante?
¿Quién me puso en el punto de mira?
¿Quién me delató?
Así que crees que hay alguien en la CIA
¿Un topo, un traidor?
¿Es lo que crees?
Sabes, creo que podrías
estar en lo cierto.
Y creo que eres tú.
Estas cometiendo un error.
No, tú y tu compañero estáis
cometiendo un error.
No tengo compañero.
El tipo de ahí fuera, el que
mató a McGrath y Blakely
y condujo a tus amigos
hasta el agua,
el que está llevando a cabo
la operación Pandora.
Él no está conmigo.
Lo vi en los muelles,
el modo en que se movió.
Él está contigo.
Es la CIA.
¿Estás seguro de que miente?
No está expresando ninguna de
las características psicológicas.
Está entrenado para mentir
sin traicionarse a sí mismo.
Quiere dividirnos, hacernos sospechar
los unos de los otros.
Créeme.
El único topo es él.
¿Qué pasa si te equivocas?
¿Qué pasa si está diciendo la verdad?
Eso es irrelevante.
Ahora mismo, hay alguien ahí fuera,
que está preparándose para llevar a cabo
Pandora,
y esa chica es la clave.
Necesitamos encontrarla.
Sigue sin haber resultados
en las bases de datos.
Es de una nación extranjera.
No estará en las nuestras.
¿Que pasa con su uniforme escolar?
¿Puedes identificarla a través de esto?
Lo intentaremos. No se ve lo suficiente
del emblema para identificarlo.
¿Realmente te quedas con
eso, que matar a una niña
podría llevar al colapso
de los Estados Unidos?
O sea, parece una locura.
Sí, bueno, lo mismo que
el primer detonante de Blakely.
Le pidieron desarrollar una
estrategia no nuclear
que derribara la Unión Soviética.
Resulta que todo lo que teníamos
que hacer era gastar más que ellos.
Necesitamos ir a por Gage.
Parece que es todo lo que tenemos.
Ponnos en aislamiento.
Nadie sale o entra en las instalaciones.
Contacta con Burns.
Le dispararon a bocajarro.
¿Cómo es que nadie escuchó el disparo?
La habitación está insonorizada.
La verdadera pregunta es …
¿por qué no lo vió nadie?
Alguien pirateo el sitema de vigilancia.
¿Cómo es posible? Es la CIA.
Teneis los ordenadores más seguros
del mundo.
Es posible que Gage tuviera razón.
Hay un topo en la CIA,
y está en esta unidad.
La instalación está cerrada.
Todo el personal ha sido informado.
¿Cuánta gente tenía acceso
a la habitación?
18 personas.
Señora, he aislado la subrutina que
utiliza el video del doctor.
Estaba incrustado en un programa
gusano para no ser detectado.
Entonces, no hay modo de saber
de dónde vino.
Quizá pueda usar un logaritmo reductor
para aislar el camino
que le llevó al sistema.
Puede que nos diga dónde fue cargado.
– ¿Puedes hacer eso?
– Puedo intentarlo.
Hazlo.
No tengo ni idea de lo
que están hablando,
pero es muy emocionante.
Aquí está.
Comenzando el rastreo.
Lo tengo.
Esta es la dirección del terminal
donde fue cargado el virus.
¿De quién es?
Del agente Trahn.
¿Qué? No.
– Ha habido un error.
– Pon tus manos donde pueda verlas.
¡Al suelo! ¡Ahora!
¡Al suelo!
¡Esperad! Es un señuelo.
El hacker redirigió la IP. No es Trahn.
¿Entonces quién es?
Quien lo cargó usó la terminal IP de Trahn
para esconder su identificación.
Son buenos, pero yo soy mejor.
He aislado el código de
entrada del usuario.
Lo estoy desencriptando ahora.
Dirige a un equipo personal.
¿Martin?
No, Soph.
Soy leal. Sabes que soy leal.
Entonces baja el arma.
¡Baja el arma!
Okay.
Vale. Bien.
¡Martin!
Si disparas ella muere.
Todos, bajad las armas.
– Martin, no. No lo hagas.
– ¡Bajas las armas! ¡Ahora!
Dale.
Martín, no lo hagas.
¡Martín, no lo hagas! Martin.
Baja el arma, Martín.
Gracias, pero prefiero vivir.
Cierra el ascensor.
Estoy dentro.
En guardia.
Lo voy a bajar.
No hay manera de que lo supieras.
¿No? Cuando tuvimos
conocimiento de Pandora,
Danberg fue el que encontró
todas las conexiones.
Él fue el que nos llevó a Gage,
no habríamos llegado tan cerca de él.
Incluso trató de convencerme para
que me deshaga de vosotros dos.
Y lo peor de todo,
puede que no trabaje solo.
Las implicaciones de Pandora son enormes.
No entiendo como uno de los nuestros
querría meter a nuestro
país en una guerra.
Dinero, ideología…
Nada de esto tiene sentido.
Bueno, los motivos no importan.
Lo único que importa es parar Pandora.
Gage dijo que interceptó un mensaje.
Dijo que iba a suceder mañana.
Hemos escuchado lo mismo,
lo que significa que no tenemos tiempo.
Tenemos que encontrarla.
Bien, hemos tenido que
pasar algo por alto,
algún detalle que nos
ayude a resolver quién es.
Lo hemos repasado con todas
las bases de datos que tenemos.
Hemos buscado todo.
No todo.
Vosotros tenéis un análisis tipográfico
de la Tierra, ¿no?
Sí, ¿por qué?
No busquéis a la niña.
Buscad las montañas.
Si averiguamos de dónde es,
podemos ajustar la búsqueda.
Eres un genio.
¿Cuánto tiempo llevará?
Es un planeta grande.
Hemos retirado zonas áridas
y todo por encima y por debajo
de los 60 grados de latitud,
pero se estima que
pueda tardar 32 horas.
Suena a larga noche.
Voy a por café.
Siempre tan amable.
Le gustas.
Lo hice. Una vez.
¿Qué pasó?
Si no te importa mi pregunta.
Bueno, um,
Bueno, alguna vez…
has conocido a alguien y, y has
tenido esa…
intensa atracción enseguida.
Ya sabes, esa tensión?
Bueno, luchamos contra ella durante meses,
y luego…
y luego simplemente no pudimos
aguantarnos más.
Pero después, era como si
esa tensión era todo lo que
lo único que teníamos realmente,
y sin ella, todo lo que
nos quedó fue ese
bueno, esas cosas que nos
llevaban locos sobre el otro.
Quiero decir, tu sabes como
puede ser.
Sí, lo sé.
A veces desearía que no
nos hubiéramos acostado.
Haber mantenido ese deseo.
Incluso tus tazas de
café dicen “CIA”. Como mola.
Bueno, nosotros salvamos el mundo,
quizá te deje quedarte con una.
Como incentivo.
El topógrafo resalta un terreno
en la provincia china de Zhejiang,
justo a las afueras de
la ciudad de Hangzhou.
Eso está cerca de Shanghai.
Revisa las insignias de los
uniformes escolares de esa región.
Espera. Ahí, en la
esquina superior derecha.
Son del mismo color.
Shanghai, colegio de niñas 12.
¿Tienen página web?
Está protegido por contraseña.
Forzando la entrada.
Cuélate en sus archivos de fotos
y ejecuta un reconocimiento facial.
Obten los pies de foto y compara.
La tengo. Mia Ganghong.
¿Qué sabemos sobre ella?
No mucho.
Solo que es la hija de
Xiang y Biyu Ganghong.
¿Xiang Ganghong?
¿Quién es Xiang Ganghong?
Es un hombre de negocios chino
con estrechos vinculos
al ministro de finanzas
y los miembros del partido gobernante.
Vale, ¿Por que buscan a su hija?
Xiang es un hacedor de reyes.
Es extremadamente influyente
moldeando la politica
económica de su gobierno.
Hizo su fortuna vendiendo
aparatos militares Chinos,
a veces a nuestros enemigos,
pero le dejamos en paz
porque nos ha apoyado
en la compra de deuda Estadounidense
por parte de China.
Si alguien fuera a quitar a Xiang,
nada cambiaría mucho
Pero ¿y si su hija resultara muerta
en un intento chapucero de asesinato,
y el gobierno chino fuera
capaz de rastrearlo
hasta el gobierno de Estados Unidos?
El hilo que lleva a Gage.
Es imaginable que Xiang usaría
su considerable influencia
en la compra por parte de
China de deuda estadounidense.
Este país sigue con déficit.
Si no podemos coger dinero prestado.
No podríamos hacer frente
a nuestras obligaciones,
el gobierno podría cerrar.
Se impondrían medidas de austeridad.
Perderíamos nuestra posibilidad de
desplegar nuestro ejército por el mundo.
Y entonces, con los Estados
Unidos neutralizados,
nuestros enemigos podrían
seguir sus intereses sin restricción.
Está bien.
Y habría una explosión de
conflictos regionales,
que podrían llevarnos
a una guerra global.
Una guerra que podríamos
ser incapaces de ganar.
Una pieza cae y el mundo entero cambia.
Hemos localizado a Xiang. Él
y una delegación china
aterrizó en el JFK hace una hora.
¿Está aquí?
Para una conferencia de la
ONU en el edificio McKinley.
Están de camino ahora mismo.
Y, señora, su hija está con él.
Si avisamos,
puedo tener un destacamento
de protección esperando.
¿Crees que tus policías
serán capaces de parar
a operativos entrenados de la CIA?
Acaban de terminar muertos.
Además, si una palabra
de esto sale de aquí,
podría desencadenar un
incidente internacional
de proporciones épicas.
Necesitamos resolver el
problema, no crear otro.
¿Nosotros y qué ejército?
Dijiste que no podemos
confiar en los demás
porque podrían estar
trabajando con Danberg.
Este no es el único puesto
de la CIA en Nueva York.
Tengo a otro equipo
de campo de camino.
Precíntalo hasta que yo te avise.
No se van a hacer ni
a recibir llamadas.
No voy a correr riesgos.
Sí, señora.
Agente Corrigan, la inspectora
Beckett y el Sr. Castle.
¿Dónde está la delegación?
A cinco minutos.
¿En posición?
Tenemos equipos en el vestíbulo
y observadores cruzando la calle.
¿Qué pasa con Danberg?
Un guarda le identificó
entrando en el edificio.
hace 45 minutos.
Tenemos equipos en su posición
autorizados para quitarlo de enmedio.
pero todavía no hemos
identificado su compañero.
Pase lo que pase, mantén
a la chica viva.
Me Entiendes?
Sí, señora.
¿Dónde estamos yendo?
Por aquí.
¿Qué hacemos aquí abajo?
¿No deberíamos estar
camino del vestíbulo?
Castle.
Lo siento.
¿Qué estás haciendo?
Danberg no era el topo,¿verdad?
Eres tú.
Ve a matar a la niña. Yo me
haré cargo de estos dos.
¿Eras tú todo el tiempo?
Me temo que sí.
¿Entonces por qué nos has traído aquí?
¿Por qué no nos dejaste
en las instalaciones?
Porque no parariáis.
Necesitáis conocer la
historia, toda la historia.
Y si algo no encaja, no lo dejáis pasar.
¿Por qué crees que os dejé entrar?
Estaba protegiendo la operación.
¿Como estabas protegiendo la operación
cuando mataste a Blakely y McGrath?
Le tendiste una trampa a Gage.
Bueno, para una pieza
clave en el trabajo,
los chinos tienen que culpar al
gobierno de Estados Unidos.
Las operaciones se remontan
hasta la CIA.
Y cuando necesitaste cubrir
tus huellas, le mataste.
Entonces necesitaste a alguien más.
Necesitaste a Danberg.
Sophia…
¿La tercera guerra mundial? ¿Por qué?
Déjame decir que hay ciertos grupos
que pagarán cualquier precio
por reformar el mundo.
Yo no.
La Sophia que conozco no vendería su país,
no por dinero, por nada.
Bien, eso es algo en lo
que estás equivocado, Rick
De rodillas
Los dos.
No podrás escapar.
Por supuesto que sí.
Simplemente les diré que
intentamos pararlo y no pudimos,
y que vosotros dos fuísteis asesinados,
por Danberg, por supuesto.
No os preocupéis, haré que parezca heroico.
Tu padre estará muy orgulloso.
¿Mi padre?
Vamos, no creerás que tenías acceso a la CIA
sólo por tu cara bonita.
Realmente no lo sabes, ¿verdad?
Siento que no lo sabrás nunca.
Vamos.
Sólo somos nosotros, y se
nos acaba el tiempo.
Whoa!
¿Estás bien?
Está bien.
Está bien.
– Señor, ¿está bien?
– ¿Están todos bien?
– Por aquí.
– Sí. Quizás deberíamos salir fuera.
Entonces, ¿De qué crees
que fue todo esto?
¿No te lo dijeron?
¿Qué? Ell…
¿Ellos…ellos te lo dijeron?
Una vez que ella me dejó fuera,
no tardé mucho en encajar las piezas.
Pero todo lo que podía
hacer era observar
y esperar a que ella hiciera
su siguiente movimiento.
Me cuesta creer que fuera una traidora.
Todo fue una actuación.
Langley cree que pudo haber sido
una integrante de la KGB
que quedó a la deriva cuando
la Unión Soviética se disolvió.
Se quedó en la compañía porque
no tenía otro sitio al que ir.
Hasta que le vino una oferta mejor.
¿Alguna vez averiguaste para
quién estaba trabajando,
quién estaba detrás de Pandora?
No, y aunque lo hiciera,
no podría decírtelo.
Agente Danberg…
Sophia dijo algo,
algo sobre mi padre
trabajando para la CIA.
¿Sabrías algo de eso?
Me temo que no.
Lo siento.
Detective Beckett.
Aquí.
Mandé a nuestros chicos que
se encargaran de tu coche.
¿Habéis sacado mi coche del río?
Sí. Creo que lo encontrarás
más que nuevo.
Gracias.
Es lo menos que podíamos hacer.
Tened cuidado.
¿Crees que estaría diciendo la verdad
sobre mi padre?
Quiero decir, eso explicaría
por qué desapareció por completo.
Yo…
Yo creo que Sophia dijo
un montón de mentiras.
Debe ser difícil,
descubrir que era una traidora,
especialmente después de basar
a Clara Strike en ella y todo.
Bueno…
Clara empezó siendo como Sophia, pero…
terminó siendo más como tú, ya sabes
inteligente, feroz, amable.
Creo que esa es una de las razones
por las que te escogí a ti
como musa.
¿Crees que el Dr. Blakely
estaba en lo cierto…
sobre el detonante?
¿De verdad hemos salvado el mundo?
Creo que salvamos la
vida de una pequeña,
y eso es suficiente para mí.
-DIFUNDE LA PALABRA-

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