All language subtitles for Angie.Tribeca.S04E07

Excuse me?

Oh, that's right.
The moment a woman turns 30,

they throw a cloak
of invisibility over her.

Trust me, there's not
a man on this earth

who would find you
invisible.

Well, aren't you a sweetheart?

Mm.

I'll have a vodka gimlet
and...

- Shirley Temple.
- Make that a double.

You got it.

Gillian Kayhill.
Nice to meet you.

Emerson Lake-Palmer.

Don't I know you
from somewhere,

- Mrs. Kayhill?
- It's Miss.

And I'm sure I'd recall meeting
such a handsome young man,

unless I ran through
one of your dreams?

Oh.

Nuts?

I'm afraid
I'm allergic.

But you go right ahead.

Open up.

Oh!

Here's to new friends.

Why don't we order
another round

and I'll show you how
many times 26 goes into 50?

So, it only goes in once,

then you're left with 24
as the remainder.

So then you have 24
over 26,

which reduces
to 12 over 13.

And 13 can't be reduced
'cause it's prime.

Exactly.

Now,
why don't we do something

about that lump
in your pocket?

There's just no good place
to keep it.

Oh.

Wow.

That's better.

Mmm!

Something's trying to get
out of your pants.

Oh.

My cock.

Oh.

Time to wake up, sleepyhead.

Sleepyhead?

Sleepyhead?!

Sleepyhead!

*ANGIE TRIBECA*
Season 04 Episode 07
Episode Title: "Behind the Scandalabra"

As discussed, our docket is free
for the next two weeks,

so I'm sending the entire team
for some much needed R and R.

I myself will be heading
into the Himalaya,

where my parasite
has family.

See you in two weeks.

No one's going anywhere.

There's a major breaking
scandal in the U.S. Government.

I need the S.D.F.
to deal with it immediately.

Is there any way it could wait,
Mr. Vice President?

The team's exhausted,
and I don't know how

this figures into it,
but I don't want to.

The only thing that
can wait is not this.

It's fine.

We'll take down whoever's
responsible, lock 'em up,

and then we'll go
on our break.

Who said anything about
taking anyone down?

I need you
to cover it up.

Bury it, smother it,
sweep it so deep under the rug

you don't find it
till you move.

I didn't realize we were
in the business

of covering up scandals.

You're in the business
of whatever business

I say you're in.

Now,
this is the situation.

A member of the Cabinet
has had

an extra-marital affair
with a young member

of my staff.

Long story short, dead.

You gotta be
kidding me.

We're all trained killers here.

I killed a guy today.

Now, we're mopping up after
a booty call gone wrong?

He's not telling us
everything.

Look
at his body language.

She was a friend, okay?

Gillian Kayhill.

Secretary of the Interior
Gillian Kayhill?

She's a good woman
that made a mistake.

That explanation should be
enough to satisfy everyone.

Sir, I really must...

I know you really must,
Tribeca,

but we serve at the pleasure
of the Vice President.

And I find this
extremely pleasurable.

Now, make this go away,
or I'll make you go away.

Now, this is a case...
Wait, wait, wait.

You had an absolutely sick
ending line.

I would leave it there.

Mm-hmm.

Room service!

Over there is fine.

Rule number one...

Don't open this door
for anybody.

Thank God you're here.

I've been going
out of my mind.

Pritikin...

Gillian.

It's good to see you.

The years have been kind
to you.

- I'm dying.
- You'd never know.

We're gonna take care
of this.

But first things first...

I need you to tell me
what happened.

Everything.

Omit no details.

I got downstairs
to the bar at 6:45...

All right, all right!
I got it!

Ms. Kayhill, do you make
a habit of picking up young men?

Don't be ridiculous.

Ms. Kayhill, do you make
a habit of lying

- about your habits?
- No.

All right, yes.

I love young men.

I've tried everything to quit,
even the patch.

All right,
here's what's gonna happen...

A.J. and Scholls,
get rid of the body.

Charo and Hoffman,
scrub the scene.

Tribeca, question
our involvement.

Sir, I really have
to interject here.

We're just helping some lady
cover up a murder?

Who even knows if she's someone
we should be protecting?

I'm sitting this one out.

I don't know
if she deserves our protection,

but I do know this.
If we don't clean this up,

someone very close to you
is gonna be compromised.

Who?

You?

I'm afraid so.

Didn't you ever wonder
how I became L.A.'s

youngest lieutenant
at age 25?

Well, I just figured
you found a genie

and never gave it
a second thought.

The truth is I had torrid affair
with Ms. Kayhill.

How torrid
are we talking?

Like, slightly ribald
or full-on scurrilous?

She was the Mayor's
Chief of Staff

with significant pull
within the administration.

I was a young cop
writing parking tickets.

She took me home from a bar
and made love to me

in a way that was
both brutal and tender.

Her orgasm sealed the
Lieutenant's bars on my collar.

I only have 40 years left
on this earth,

and all I want is to go out
with my reputation intact.

Okay, sir.
Okay.

All set here.

No contusions,
no lacerations...

I'd say this is poison,

but I won't really know
anything

until I cut him open.

You might want to back up,
the young ones tend to spurt.

Hang on,
I have another idea.

Before we figure out
what's in his stomach,

why don't we figure out
what's in his head?

- Fine by me.
- Wait.

If we can determine
Emerson's state of mind

at the time of the murder,

it might point us
to who's responsible.

Help me get him
to the back.

I really don't feel
comfortable.

Come on.
It's proven science.

Now, you're Gillian Kayhill,
Secretary of the Interior.

You've just sat down at the bar
next to a handsome man.

Go.
Hello.

I'm Gillian Kayhill.

Nice to meet you, Mrs. Kayhill.

Hi.
I'm Emerson Lake-Palmer.

I work
for Vice President Perry.

You're a very sexy woman,

did you know that?

Thank you.
I do my best.

I find the age difference
between us intoxicating.

People tell me
I have a young soul.

You're exquisite.

Scholls? Scholls?

Are you listening to me?

He knew his killer!
I'm sure of it.

And it definitely
wasn't Kayhill.

Uh-huh.

Makes sense.

Can I help you?

Hi. I'm gonna need you

to remove all evidence
of Gillian Kayhill

ever staying
at this hotel.

Excuse me, sir,
who did you say you were?

Uh...

The name's Backpack.

Well, Mr. Pack,

federal law requires that
we keep records of every guest.

Come on, Mom, let's go.

Oh, look at this.

You recognize the person
in this video?

Yeah, that's me
pocketing the petty cash!

Oh.

What was the name
you wanted erased?

Yeah, that's me pouring shots
for a 9-year-old girl!

Oh.

No, I don't think I saw
Ms. Kayhill in here.

Yeah,
it's the bartender pouring shots

for a 9-year-old girl.
So what?

Yeah, that's me.

So, we're gonna need
that tape.

First I think
you should watch this.

Oh.

Okay, you got us,
but I don't think

you counted on us
having this.

My high school production
of "The Music Man."

"78 Trombones"?

I had the flu.

I missed the last week
of rehearsals!

"Trouble with a capital M"?

All right!
All right!

Jesus,
you guys are animals.

How would you like to be
the secretary of my interior?

I'm gonna open this particular
piece of land for drilling.

- Okay, we get it.
- No, no, no, no, no,

you have to see
what she does next.

Drill, baby!
Drill!

Okay.
Dude, I'm with my mom.

Oh, son, they're
just making love.

Well, this scandal is as erased
as it's gonna get.

Anyone who saw Kayhill last
night has either been shut up,

humiliated, or asked politely
not to mention it.

So, if we can all live
with the unsolved murder

of a promising young man,
we're good.

Well, after I took a walk
around Emerson's psyche,

Scholls decided to take
a look-see at his insides

and I think you'll
be quite shocked

at what she's discovered.

Take a look at the nuts.

Notice anything unusual?

What's the discoloration?

You're seeing the taint.

Every nut in his stomach
was tainted

with an arsenic-based poison.

So, someone
wanted Emerson dead.

- Kayhill?
- I don't think so.

Everything I've found
suggests that night

was the first time
they'd ever met.

So, somebody
wants Emerson dead

and they want Kayhill
to go down for it.

What did Emerson do again?

Did he work for
Vice President Perry?

He was his body man.

Yeah, he was!

The body man stays
by the Vice President's side

at all times,
carries his personal effects

as well as a phone that has a
direct line to the President.

Well, if he's by his side
at all times,

what's he doing at a hotel
bar alone at 6:00 P.M.?

Chief, why don't you go
have a word with Perry

and see what he's
gotta say about it?

Chief?

Chief?

- We shouldn't be doing this.
- Oh, come on.

We're consenting adults.

Whose room is this again?

I have no idea.

But it's their fault
for leaving their door open.

Oh!
It feels good to laugh again.

How long has it been?

About 45 minutes
since the bellman

tripped over that
cocker spaniel.

You know what else
feels really good?

Gillian, I can't.

You're a married woman.

Didn't I tell you?

He passed away.

He's sitting right there.

Gillian, the last thing you need
right now is another scandal.

I mean, we only just got away
with cleaning up this last one.

Room service!

I gotta out of here.

Gillian, no!

Willie Dustice here
from the Evening News.

Do you care to comment
on the video of you...

No comment!

Sherry Netherlands from
the Morning Gazette.

Any comment on the video?

Jeromy Gride,
Midday Sun.

Will you go on record
about the video?

What the hell
is this video?

I don't know,
but whatever it is,

we need to get rid of it.

And there's only one person
who can scrub a video

from the entire Internet.

Let me call her.

No need.

Okay,
I paid my gas bill.

Now, let's see how far
that sex video has gotten.

900 million search results.

- Oh, my God.
- I know. It's a good thing

we got it before it really
got out there.

Is there any way to just
scrub it from the net?

There is a way,
but you're not gonna like it.

If it makes this thing go away,
I promise you I'll like it.

Okay.

You press control,
shift, alt, delete.

That resets
the entire Internet.

Wait a minute,
where are my contacts?

Oh, my God!

Uh, I lost
all my bookmarks!

I can't remember
my Netflix password!

I think I should tell you
all now that

I get a lot of my information
from Wikipedia.

It's gone!
It's all gone!

That takes care
of everything online,

but I can't do anything
about the reporters

who already have
their teeth in the story.

I want dirt on every
single reporter

who's been sniffing around.

Dig up their dirty laundry
and wrap it around their necks.

So, have you guys
already figured out

who killed
Emerson Lake-Palmer?

I was able to determine that
the poison used on him

was a variety used by
the U.S. Intelligence Services.

So, you're saying it
was a spy poison?

This wasn't just
some arsenic

from your grandma's
medicine cabinet.

This was the real deal.

I'm talking FBI, CIA,

and the hard to remember one.

Sir, I know that we're
supposed to just cover this up,

but... my gut says
we should pursue this.

A.J., Charo, put a lid
on the reporters.

Tribeca, Duran, figure out
where this poison came from.

Yes, sir.

Scholls,
you and Hoffman...

Actually, sir,
I have an appointment.

You have an appointment?
We're in the middle of...

I'm getting
my braces removed.

Oh!
Congrats.

Did she always have...?

Well, that was Jeromy Gride
from the Midday Sun

with his big scoop. It's all
about Secretary Kayhill.

Where are we going with this?

- This guy's clean as a whistle.
- I don't know.

Something about him
is really bothering me.

I just can't put
my finger on it.

I mean, he's eating the pudding
first, but who doesn't?

So...

like...

what are we doing?

We're trying to find dirt
on this reporter.

Didn't we talk about this
like eight seconds ago?

No, I mean, you and me.

Like, are we together?

Yes,
we're together...

here in this vent.

I feel like you're purposely
trying to not have

this conversation.

What's your favorite food?

'Cause I really like
those little Sour Patch Kids.

You know what? Forget it.

- No, A.J.?
- Forget it.

A.J., come on.

How deep does this go?

Did the Vice President know
that his bodyguard

was having an affair with...
Shut up!

Shut up!

Tribeca,
this is Glen-Allen Mixon,

former director
of the FBI.

It's an honor to meet you,
sir.

Why?

Haven't you ever met anyone?

Director Mixon,
we have a situation...

Elizabeth?

No, sir,
it's... it's me.

It's Diane Duran.

Oh, sorry.

I thought
you were someone else.

Elizabeth?

No, I'm Glen-Allen Mixon.
And you are?

I'm gonna interject here.

I'm with the Special
Division Force.

Oh, that cockamamie
squad of losers

put together
by the Vice President?

That's us.

Sir, it's so good
to see you again.

I've always had such
tremendous respect

for your intelligence
and leadership.

I see
where this is going.

Hey, little boy, why don't you
go out and play some pinball?

You've probably heard about
the Gillian Kayhill affair.

Which one?

Seriously, which one?

The one where Emerson
Lake-Palmer ended up dead.

We think he was poisoned
with a substance

that's only available
to U.S. Intelligence.

And you want me to tell you
who had access?

Breaking my oath to defend
and protect our Constitution?

Come on, Glen-Allen.

You always had
a soft spot for me.

I did, but the doctors
removed it.

Please?

Okay, if that's the way
you want to play it,

send your little brother
to the movies

and... let's get busy.

Oh!
That was wonderful!

I feel like I'm 90 again.

You've been asleep
for two hours.

And I didn't even have
to go to the bathroom.

Before you nodded off,
you made a call.

Who got the poison
from the FBI?

I can tell you,

but I don't think
you're gonna like it.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I never saw this coming.

I see people.

They don't know they're dead.

I know, right?

Now, who killed
Emerson Lake-Palmer?

I'm afraid it's a bit
surprising, sir.

You may wanna wait until
you finish taking a sip.

I'll be fine.

It has been the greatest
honor of my life

to serve as your Secretary
of the Interior.

But the recent murder charges
against me

will interfere with my ability
to sell off your park land

for oil drilling
and mineral exploration,

and that's not what
the American people deserve.

Therefore, I am resigning
the Interiorship

as of midnight tonight.

Remember, only you
can prevent forest fires.

The plan worked perfectly,

and I couldn't have
done it without you.

With Kayhill out of
the way at Interior,

the acquisition of the Midwest
can begin in earnest.

By who?

Who's trying to take
over the Midwest?

I care about you too much
to tell you that.

You said if I pinned the murder
on Kayhill, we'd get married.

Oh, I care about you
way too much to do that.

And there's
a much bigger game

that has to be seen
to its conclusion

before we can truly
be together.

I need more than that.

You have no idea how hard
this is for me.

I'm enormously popular
at work.

What I will promise you is that
when this is all over,

you're going to be First Lady
of a brand-new country.

What's the country?
Care too much.

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